The Object of His Affection

The Object of His Affection – Forgetting Debbie

 

 

For the next month, she was as she had been before. Her skin, much to their mutual disappointment, was blotchy and sensitive. Consequently, she found life most difficult, her movements causing her a constant but mild burning sensation.

 

She had inquired as to wearing the other suit James had made for her. Unfortunately, she was informed, they would have to wait until her skin returned to normal. This had brought her nearly to tears. Not only was she less the toy than she had been, but she was unable to satisfy her lustful needs or those of James. Even had she been able, she knew that she would not be half of what James wanted her to be.

 

When the day finally came when she would be able to resume her role as a plastic toy, she was most joyful. However, as time wore on, she began to sadden, her days as a perfect toy being so limited.

 

Finally, after many months of enduring tremendous happiness coupled with equally disappointed lows, James approached her with a new notion. There was a process, he explained, where she could become exactly the toy he wanted her to be. The one caveat being that it was irreversible.

 

James had thought that his revelation might jar the old Debbie back into her former being. He was wrong. So deep was her need to be whatever he wanted that she gave it no thought. Instead, she was quick to agree, despite the obvious drawbacks.

 

A quick call to Jerry and the plan was set. It would happen in January. As soon as, Jerry told them, her skin had fully recovered and she was fit for travel.

 

Winter was upon them. Snow covered the ground around their home. Debbie was staring out the window, watching the vast distance of snow, broken only by the occasional vehicle traveling down the far away road.

 

"Are you happy?" whispered a distant voice.

 

"Yes", she replied. "I am happy."

 

"Do you enjoy being my toy?"

 

"Yes, I enjoy being your toy."

 

Her responses were almost automatic these days, knowing what answers would please him most. His pleasure was what she lived for now. She still had flashes of her old self. Often, they would laugh and debate and play games. Often, he would make gentle love to her, whispering word of soft tenderness in her ear. She truly enjoyed those moments.

 

There was, however, a disappointment and sadness that interrupted these moments. During these times of play and gentle love making she would be reminded of the woman she had once been. She did not like that woman and wished she could forget her entirely. She was his toy and she detested being reminded of who she had once been. She longed, now, to be his toy in body and mind, free of worry or disappointment.

 

"It's time”, he told her.

 

She was glad to be taking this trip. Finally, she would no longer be a disappointment to James, becoming exactly what James wanted. Only now it would be for forever and not for brief splashes of time. Finally, she would be the perfect toy and James would be happy for now and always.

 

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car, she watched the world pass by, line-by-line, field-by-field, moment-by-moment. Then, as if out of a seeming dream, he roused her. They had arrived at their destination.

 

Jerry greeted them with warm handshakes when they entered his office. Gone was her wariness of the place, replaced with a sense of euphoria. It was here, she knew, she would die and be reborn as a perfect toy. How this transformation would be accomplished she had little clue, even doubting that it could be done so completely as she had been told. Then she wondered what it would be like. Her thoughts left her when she saw James’ smiling face as she was led away for her transformation.

 

She was aware, despite heavy sedation, of the changes being made. Her hair disappearing from her body was her first and most powerful memory. Lasers had been used to remove her body hair. Afterwards, her long auburn tresses were shorn from her head, lasers seeing to its permanence. 

 

Her awareness became less vivid from that point. A snippet here and there was all she had. Most of it was minor pain or fear of what she was told or what was being done to her. They were not cruel. Most of her time was spent in a dreamy and euphoric state. Finally the snippets of life ended and she slept. Her next vision brought her to her to the comforts of her home.

 

She was standing in their bedroom, facing out the window when her eyes fluttered open. She tried to move and then to speak but was unable. Without conscious thought she wondered what was wrong with her. Then she remembered. She was no longer herself anymore. They had gone to see Jerry. Now she was a toy. But what that meant, exactly, she could no longer remember.

 

Time passed, though she knew not how long. She saw James pass into her field of vision and felt a wash of happiness course through her. James was staring into her open eyes, smiling.

 

"Am I the perfect toy? Have I made you happy?" she tried to ask, finding speech beyond her capabilities.

 

James approached and spoke. His words were distant. She could hear him but only vaguely. His lips read "thank you" and "happy" and "love". She picked out "beautiful". It made her happy.

 

He moved from beyond her sight and she was suddenly moving. A mirror came into view and she found her reflection staring back at her. Only it was not her reflection. It resembled her but it was not. The drugs in her system had not given up their powerful effects and she found it difficult to focus, suddenly. The moment of disorientation cleared and she was able, once again, to take stock of the figure in front of her.

 

“It looks like me but it isn’t”, she thought.

 

Then she noted the perfectly round “O” and the enlarged lips that formed it. They were red and full.  The face surrounding the lips looked strangely like her face while suffering from a distinct manikin-like appearance; shiny and wrinkle free. Then she noted that her entire body appeared to be similarly unreal.

 

“Ah”, she thought. “This is me, the toy. I almost forgot.”

 

There was no remorse or sadness. There was no fear or anger at what she had become. There was simply realization and acceptance and she began to remember how she had not believed it possible. 

 

More and more she began to remember Jerry and the things he had told her. Debbie glanced down, remembering Jerry’s words as he told her that her feet had been slimmed down and contoured to a more pleasing size.

 

“Yes…they are smaller”, she noted. “Forever pointed, he told me.”

 

It began coming back to her. She had regained consciousness at one point during her healing process. Exhausted, sore and unable to move, she found Jerry over her.

 

“I can’t move”, she remembered saying.

 

“Yes, I know”, he said.

 

Her broken memory struggled to remember more, but she had been drugged and unable to retain more than snippets of his conversation. “What had he told me about neural implants?” She was struggling, trying to remember his words. What was it he said about the neural implants?

 

Another memory flashed and she remembered the pain she felt after they had applied her new “skin”. It was similar, she recalled, to the sensation her cat suit had caused, only far more severe. “It’s becoming a part of your epidermis”, he she remembered jerry telling her, “bonding with your skin.”

 

A sudden flow of warm water flowed into her, jerking her from her thoughts. James tried to explain that it was her daily enema but she was unable to make out his words.

 

Another glance in the mirror brought her focus to the post that she was situated on. For a long moment she questioned its purpose, finally remembering that it was part of her “doll stand”. Jerry had explained it’s dual functions as enema valve and mounting post, before she had been completely transformed. The water inside of her intestines was let out and she wondered at the sensation. It felt good - relieving.

 

“Tired, she thought. “Why am I so tired?”

 

Her eyes closed and sleep overcame her. Suddenly, she found herself in the facility in a darkened corridor. She was running, hoping to outrun the mechanical bugs that pursued her. Suddenly, the bugs were in front of her, leaping at her from all sides. She reached out and hit one but it was undamaged and gained grip on her hand. Its pinchers severed her flesh, crawling into the wound it had created. Pain lanced through her hand and she felt her muscles pull from all sides, nearly paralyzing her hand.

 

More of the mechanical bugs began leaping at  her. They attacked her legs and back and belly. They crawled up her arms and into places she could not see. Then a terrible pain struck as her entire body became rigid and she fell to the ground.

 

James appeared. He was a giant, many times her size. She tried to run from him but found herself unable, her limbs stiff and unmovable. James picked her up and began painting her with varnish. The varnish burned and she thought she might die.

 

“Don’t worry,” said the giant James, “it’s only taking off a few layers of skin. The burning will stop after a few hours. Then you’ll be perfect.”

 

Again she was back at the “Facility”. She lay on her back on a heavy table, unable to move or to scream. Suddenly, her breasts began inflating until the protruded from her body like two torpedoes. Likewise, her lips reformed into a perfect “O”, swelling as they did so.

 

Again, her vision changed and she found herself in Jerry’s office. James and Jerry were talking in low tones. They turned to her, smiling.

 

“Congratulations,” Jerry boomed. “You’re going to be turned into a living doll!”

 

She ran to James, holding on to him for dear life. From everywhere came hands, grabbing her and tearing her from James’ arms. She was dragged, kicking and screaming, to be placed on a table. Jerry was over her, smiling and holding a scalpel.

 

She awoke with a panic. A moment’s recovery cleared her head and she realized she had been dreaming. Another moment passed and the reality of her current state returned to her.

 

Looking in the mirror again, she wondered at the magnificence of what had been done. Though she had had little doubt in the outcome of the procedures, she had little understanding of how incredibly unreal she would look. There were no seems in her “skin”, nor were there any blemishes. Her fingers were long and slender and adorned with perfectly shaped fingernails. Likewise, her feet were perfect and seemingly of molded plastic. Most striking, she noted, was the tiny waist she now possessed, offset by the large torpedo shaped cones mounted on her chest.

 

A moment of disbelief came over her. That the transformation would have been so perfect was almost impossible to have imagined. Then, as if she had been waiting for this moment for all her life, she forgot herself and slipped into her new life as a perfect sex doll. Comfortable in her new place, she slept.