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Your mind remains alive inside the doll after conversion. You can converse and even partially control your body, but you are the doll. Your mind accepts that you are a doll, specifically a sex doll, so you are happy and contented with what you are."
"Will I feel pain?" I asked.
"Do you mean in the process or after you become a doll?" he replied. Then he answered both questions. "You will feel strange sensations during the transformation," he explained. "Your skin, after all, is being replaced with a synthetic, as are your muscles and organs. Your brain is also replaced, but that is on a cell by cell basis. You can retain as many of your old memories as you wish, but your personality and desires will change. You will truly become a living sex doll."
"So I won’t feel anything," I said glumly. "That’s almost like what I am now. That’s why I was up on the bridge."
"No, no, no," he said with a laugh. "If we can change your brain to shape your desires, we can change your nervous system to exclude pain, but preserve pleasure." He laughed again. "Pain is just the body’s opinion of how badly you have been injured. When you are plugged in for recharging overnight, any damage readings will be logged and repairs made before your next wake cycle."
"Recharge? Like my phone? ... So I don’t eat?"
"You can if you want to," he said. "You can even enjoy a quiet dinner with your owner, but it is all just reduced to ash and removed during the nightly cleaning cycle."
We stood looking at each other for a long time, and then he said softly, "So Barbie Doll, do you want to go back to the bridge and destroy yourself or become the doll you have always been?"
I hadn’t realized that I was still barefoot from the bridge until I went to kick off my sandals and they weren’t there. I lifted my dress up over my head and dropped it on the floor. "I assume you need me naked for this?" I said flatly.
"The machines could have handled that," he replied, "but this is probably better."
He led me over to a small desk. There was strange-looking monitor and a large, weirdly-colored keyboard. There were a bunch of keys with weird symbols in two small pads on either side, but it appeared to have the right arrangement of letters in the center section.
"You said you wanted to make a record of this night," he said, gesturing toward the chair.
So here I am typing everything up so my friends– and my parents– will know what happened to me. I’ve got it all down, and double-checked. Mr. Alien is gesturing for me to come over to his machine, so I guess it’s time to save this. Hopefully he will be true to his word and post it.
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Wow! He had me lie back on a big table and then taped some sort of probe thingie right at the base of my skull. I can see on a monitor that it is recording my thoughts. He says that he will edit the raw thought stream before he posts it.
I expected to be connected to something that pumped everything out of me and then filled me back up, but this is just a soft, warm, light that keeps going up and down my body like it is scanning me.
I am starting to feel strange. There is a mirror or something directly above me so I can see what is happening to my body. My skin is starting to take on what my mom would call a "more healthy glow." Actually, it starting to look a lot like the plastic skin on my Barbie dolls when I was growing up.
There is no pain, but there is a pressure against my chest as my breasts swell. They are well past D cup and still growing. They also have that slightly conical shape that Barbie has... the doll, I mean, not me... well me, now, but now I am the doll... or at least a doll with really big tits.
My vagina... cunt– for some reason I want to call it a cunt now– my cunt also seems to be swelling slightly. It’s like it gets when I am really turned on, only more so. It is gaping open just a little and I can see moisture gather on my labia. Mom would probably not like it because her Barbie dolls don’t even have a slit. They are smooth between the legs.
I keep thinking of a prick sliding into my cunt... or maybe my mouth. My mouth is actually getting wet thinking about that. I tried it once and was so scared that my mouth was dry. I had to take a big swig of Coke in order to do anything and then my mouth fizzed up and I almost choked. The boy liked it, but I swore I would never try it again.
I’m also thinking about a prick sliding into my ass. I’ve never done that, but now I wouldn’t mind trying it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I think I would like it. Maybe even I could have a prick sliding into everything at the same time. Wow, I wouldn’t have even thought of that before.
The light is becoming warmer and warmer. It isn’t hot, it is just so very comfortable... and soothing. The light is very soothing. All of the pain inside of me is starting to disappear. I can’t even remember why it was that I wanted to jump off the bridge.
And I’m getting horny– really horny. I’m not just thinking about pricks sliding into my cunt or ass or mouth, I am actually hungry for them.
I hope Mr. Alien really does edit this. My thoughts are getting a little X-rated as things progress and I get more horny. I don’t know if I’ve ever really been horny before. Oh, I wanted sex once in a while, but it was just to relieve stress or try to show a boy that I wasn’t a plastic doll.
That’s funny. I had sex a couple times just to prove I wasn’t a plastic doll. Now I AM a plastic doll and I’m horny as hell and want sex. I am so horny that I’m hoping that I will get used a lot once the transformation is complete.
Everything is becoming...
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This is Mr. Alien, as Barbie called me. The transformation was successful. I hate to admit it, but I lied slightly to Miss Roberts. I’m not actually from a distant planet. I am from the distant future of this planet. I was truthful about over-population and the need for living dolls. Everything else I told her about the dolls is absolutely true. I didn’t lie to her, but I didn’t tell her that it is my job to go back in time to intercept people who really need to change their lives or sometimes, just before they are going to die. I offer them a chance at a new life as a living doll in our time. It is always their choice, but most do accept the offer. You would be surprised how many people– male and female– yearn for the simple life of a doll that no longer has to struggle... or strive... or think... just fuck.
I also told her the truth when I said that I would post her story on some of the story sites she used to read. What I didn’t tell her is that no one– except her parents– would believe this is what actually happened to her. It is, after all, an erotic story site, not a BBC documentary site.
Barbie has already been shipped across the time bridge. Actually she went into our timestream when she came with me to the doll factory. Her new life as Barbie Doll begins in the morning. For her the struggle is over, but for me the night is young and I have more work to do before I sleep.
The computer has given me the spatial and time coordinates of my next prospect. Perhaps that will be you. If a slightly-out-of-place, older gentleman in a brown stabilization coat suddenly appears next to you under strange circumstances, please don’t run away from him. It could very well be me offering you the opportunity to be my next living doll.
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