Doll Parts

By Lyka Bloom

Chris watches the women come in, looking for an easy way to make money. He knows that once they become dolls, few ever return to a normal life.

When he meets the seductive Janna, he doesn't realize the danger he;s in, or the plans she has for him... to make Chris into Chrissy, a gender-swapped doll!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Aug 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463887967

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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DOLL PARTS

by Lyka Bloom

DOLL PARTS

First Edition. August 19, 2019 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2019 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Chris looked over the tablet to the girl. She was pale, hugging her arms as she stood before him in only a pair of white cotton panties and a matching bra. Her thighs were a bit thick, her belly protruded some, her breasts sagged. Dark moles peppered her back. He made a note of all of these things as she flitted her eyes from her bare feet to the cubicle where she stood. There were two dozen cubicles arranged on this floor, though only five of them were now occupied for an intake.

Her name was Denise Klein. She was 24. No job. No college, though she'd graduated high school. She had pretty pale blue eyes that Chris liked quite a lot. He made a special note on the screen that they should be preserved. Using his stylus, he jotted his comments around the digitized model of Denise's body. He swiped the stylus and her body turned on the screen. He made a note about the exaggerated size of her ass in comparison to the proportions of her waist. She wasn't unattractive, but Chris's bosses weren't in the business of plain-but-pretty.

Length of term? he asked.

I'm sorry? She met his gaze now, and he could see the fear in her eyes.

Length of term. One year, five years, ten years or permanent.

Oh, uh, five years. That's the college one, right?

She had plans for her future. That was good. It made the transition easier if they thought they were doing it for the right reasons. What few realized in signing the admission forms was that they would have to confirm their desire to end the term after the conclusion of their tenure. To his knowledge, none had.

Yes. Whatever you like.

He made a note on the tablet. It seemed like a formality, but the Pelham Conglomerate kept up appearances. No matter how many reports ran on the streaming channels about Pelham's misleading practices, there would always be more women lining up outside to enlist in the program. And buyers on the other end to enjoy the fruits of Pelham's research.

My name is Chris, he said, putting down the tablet. You can sit if you want.

Denise did, her pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment, giving them a rosy hue. Thank you.

It's my job to make sure you know what you're signing up for. Then it will be my job to help you through processing. Any questions you have along the way, I'm here to answer them. I know it's scary, but I promise you that this is the worst part. Once we get started, it'll be fine. Enjoyable, actually.

Her arms were still folded across her meager chest. She had trouble keeping her eyes off the ground. Poor thing, he thought. He did try to help the girls he processes, but it was hard to find warmth for them anymore, not when he