Actually make a plan this time

About an hour since your first encounter with your crush trapped in the body of your waifu, you decided to take the time to read her manual carefully. You placed her inside the capsule so her lifeless beauty would distract you as little as possible.

The manual turned out to be quite informative about the functions your Doll possessed and the modifications you could make to them. It included a useful section on voice commands that you would sooner or later have to memorize. Although you learned quite a bit, the knowledge you acquired was not entirely useful for your current situation; nowhere did it say what to do if your Doll went into a state of panic or insanity.

Her agonizing laughter kept repeating in your head over and over again ¡Damn it! You could only hope you hadn't screwed up irreversibly.

It was early morning when you finished reading the manual, and you had school later that day. You were sitting on your bed and looked at your Doll "The things I do for you", you thought. Before you went to sleep, you kissed her on the forehead "Good night. Please don't hate me when I activate you again" you mentally said to that synthetic body you were so eager to fuck.

After few hours of sleep, your whole body was struggling to go to school, but you did it anyway. During your classes you noticed that 2B had become the owner of your thoughts. This is what it must feel like to have a girlfriend, you thought, although it felt more like unrequited love.

By the time school was over, you had come to some important conclusions:

• It's easier to get her into a state of panic than it is to get her out of it.

• Restricting her movement will have a similar effect to silencing her voice, so you won't do it unless it becomes unavoidable.

• Blocking the door so aggressively was perhaps the first thing that increased her panic considerably, so it will be best to secure the door from the outside. You'll be outside the room, and you'll let her know so she won't try to escape.

• Being alone will give her some time with herself so she can assimilate the first shock in a better way.

With these sentences, unsettling questions were running through your head: What if she never accepts her new life? Will you risk failing your grade for the whining of a sex toy?

Maybe you're getting ahead of yourself. First things first, let's execute a plan.

Arriving home, you wrote the following in thick red marker on a sheet of paper:

"Hello :)

I have no intention of hurting you.

I think you need time to process all this so I left you this mirror so you can check out your new body.

Take your time but not too much please, I need to get into my room tonight.

I'm on the other side of the door, so when you want to talk to me, just knock on it.

Don't try to do something stupid.

PS: Sorry for muting your voice the other day."

Pretty convincing, right? Gets quickly to the point and asserts your control over her without making you look like a psycho. You'd give her a smile, time, and apologize. Maybe that stuff about you not intending to hurt her is a lie, but you'll see how things turn out.

From a drawer you took out a small mirror and put it on the night table next to your bed, beside the note. You carried your heavy Doll and carefully placed her on the bed, as if she were sleeping. It was a while before your parents left for work. Then you picked up your laptop to take it with you out of the room. You walked through the door and said "Activate" before closing it quickly, but without slamming it.

You sat down on the floor and tried to do what little homework you could, but your attention was on what might be going on inside the room. A few minutes had passed when you began to hear crying. Well, at least it was normal crying and not insane laughter. That calmed you down a bit.

It wasn't long before you stopped doing homework and started watching 2B porn, the only kind of porn you had seen these days. You didn't masturbate because you wanted to be prepared for any inconvenience. The crying had gradually decreased in volume. Doubts were eating your head; what if she had found a way out that you never knew about? What if she had found a way to self-destruct or hurt you that neither you nor the people at LDC had foreseen? What if she was waiting for you inside with a trap or a weapon? You kept repeating in your head, to reassure yourself, that you had total control over her.

2 and a half hours after activating her, there was no sound inside the room. And at about 3 hours, you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got up and held the knob. You looked at your hand and noticed that you were trembling slightly. You sighed quietly, and slowly opened the door.

"May I come in?" you said, trying to sound friendly.

"Yes..." She whispered.

You gently walked in carrying your laptop on the side and closed the door behind you. She was standing in the middle of the room, a sign that she was not comfortable anywhere inside it. There was no weapon or trap in sight. She was trying, futilely, to cover her breasts and crotch from your view; perhaps she was afraid to grab one of the blankets on your bed for it.

She was subtly head down, but with her gaze fixed on you. You stood in front of her. Both looked at each other uncomfortably for a few seconds. Then you mumbled:

"Hi."

"Hi..."

"Sorry for muting your voice the other day."

"Please don't do it again."

"I won't."

Two lies in one day. The awkward silence returned as quickly as it had gone, but she broke it by saying:

"Can I please leave?"

"No."

She sighed and slowly sat up in bed, as if she was afraid you were going to punish her for doing so. Her breathing became deeper. She looked at you:

"Please?"

"No."

Again she looked at the floor and then at her capsule for a few moments. She seemed to be holding back tears. You noticed that the mirror was in a different position than you had left it.

"Do you want me to say it?" You asked.

She looked at you again, but this time with a blank stare. Looking into her eyes, you clarified:

"You are my Love Doll."

She sighed again. A few tears slowly streamed down her face, but she didn't utter a sound.

"No matter how much you want to, you can't leave. Unless I allow it."

The confirmation of what she already suspected seemed to hit her hard. Perhaps you were a bit cruel, or rather, blunt, but it was better to break her illusions before they hurt her any more. She covered her face with her hands, seeming to realize how useless it was to cover her nakedness from your sight. You sat down on the bed, not too close to her.

"Are you going to **** me?" She asked. You noticed a mix of fear and hopelessness in her voice.

"Sex dolls can't be ****."

You saw her heart skip a beat. Her eyes widened for a second.

"...But I'm not going to do something you don't want me to."

Her breathing slowed down. Shit, it was a mistake to cut that sentence in half instead of saying it all together! Remember: now you only have to lie to calm her down. Perhaps over-emphasizing that you won't hurt her will only make you look like you mean the opposite.

After a few moments, she sighed and turned to look at you. She had stopped crying. She said:

"Please don't come too close to me."

"I won't."

That seemed to reassure her a bit. Good.

She looked down to see her torso, or what her tits would allow her to see of it "So, what is this new body?"

Oh dear.

"...What even am I now?" She seemed to hold back tears again.

You knew this was about to get harder for her. You felt it would embarrass her too much if you talked about her body while she was totally naked, so you gave her a blanket to cover herself. She accepted it.

As she covered herself with it, she said to you: "It's not like I have much of a choice, do I?"

<<Much of a choice>>? At this point she could have given you at least a fucking thank you. Does she think she's going to live in your house and go around whining forever about the many kindnesses you bestowed upon her? It was time to drop the mask a little and be more firm.

"Unfortunately sooner or later you will have to take it off. I can also walk around naked next to you if you like." You told her.

The answer didn't seem to please her. Too bad. You continued:

"Well, the explanation of your body... It's going to be hard for you to hear. Would you like me to fix you something to drink? Coffee, if you want? I'm not sure if a sex doll is capable of getting drunk, but I also have **** if you like."

She was visibly surprised after hearing the new tone in your voice. Then she contemplated the floor, thinking about it for a few moments.

"What's the strongest you have?"