The Princess Doll part.1

     How little time changes old traditions, fancy attire, a live string band playing classical music, party goers in their finest suits and dresses enjoying an elegant evening in the grand dining hall of the Jones family mansion. There are many party guests, few known exclusively by the hostess, they are business contacts that are treated like family due to long standing corporate relations, employees with their employers who are at the top of the management ladder. Some of these party goers are actual family members of the hostess, namely her son and daughter and a few other relatives who have ties with the corporation; even a few local state officials. In all they are the crème of the crop of the local constituents and wealthy family. As the party dies down near the end of the evening some can be heard gossiping about how the man of the house, the CEO of Bottleneck Tech and member of the board of its parent company Oblivion Corporation could not be at the party due to business; some even saying that the hostess rented an escort for the evening.

 

   Her own son could be heard saying, “Mother rents that escort regularly from what I hear from father for when he is out of town, think nothing of it.”

 

   As the party ends and the last of the guests are gone, one person remains in the mansion with the hostess aside from the servants cleaning the ballroom. The hostess smiles through her red painted lips at the gorgeous creature sitting so elegantly in her white ball gown, her long blond hair shimmering in the lights, her pale perfectly featured without a single blemish face lighting up the room. Her dazzling blue eyes look up at the hostess, a relatively plain woman, but not at all simple looking woman in her mid forties, dressed in a conservative yet attractive and hip hugging silver evening gown, her brown hair done up in a braid. There could be a thousand people in this room and this the hostess would only be able to see this angel sitting before her.

 

  “Come please,” says the hostess meekly.

 

  The blond woman stands ever so silently and smiles sweetly as she follows the hostess into another room. The room is dim and lit only by a single Christmas tree.

 

  “Merry Christmas,” says the woman.

 

 The woman dips her head ever so slightly and says, “Merry Christmas to you as well dear Catherine.”

 

  Catherine blushes and opens a Christmas present to herself. Inside is a toy of white unicorn with wings wearing a tiara , its mane an aurora of colors. Catherine picks it up and shows it to the woman, “I thought this ornament would be the perfect way to end this night and commemorate this event.”

 

   She hands the ornament to the woman, “here, if you would it would mean so much to me if you could hang it on the tree.”

 

  The woman takes it ever so gently in her pristine white hands and ever so quietly hands it on the tree.

 

  Catherine is almost in tears as the woman hangs it on the tree and turns to her.

 

 “Was it not to your liking?” asks the woman.

 

 “Your perfect,” says Catherine, “it was perfect too. Tonight is..special,”

 

 “Your final payment,” says the woman.

 

 Catherine nods as she walks the woman towards the backdoor. Stepping outside into the crisp December air Catherine says, “Tonight is the last time we have to say goodbye like this.”

 

 The woman crosses her wrists as she says, “Goodbyes are sweater when we can expect to see each other again.”

 

  Catherine smiles and says, “I wish I hadn’t agreed to have you go back tonight.”

 

  She looks forlorn, “I thought my husband would be here tonight.”

 

 The elegant woman, who stands a few inches taller than Catherine steps up to her and kisses her on the cheek, “Goodnight sweet Catherine, I will dream of you till we meet again.”

 

  Catherine smiles and blushes as the woman walks out onto the lawn towards a smooth silver somewhat thin oval pod with a blue dome for a window on one end. It opens up as the woman approaches it like the wings of some strange creature revealing a black cushioned bed. The woman lays down inside it as the wings close on her. It is dark and silent inside like a coffin as it takes off from the yard and flies away.

 

    ******

 

    A pristine electronics warehouse, filled with many different kinds of robotic creations, some trashcan like for the none-human approach, and various humanoid forms from a few slutty looking male and female units standing around some old scrap appliances like they are waiting for a John to come by up to the elegant Princess who is walking through the warehouse. Normally she wouldn’t be in here, normally her pod goes to a different building nearby to shut down, receive some diagnostics, and dream her electrical dreams. This is where units are stored

that are being readied for shipments to buyers rather than renters like she had been.

 

   A small man looking over some paperwork at his desk with a fan blowing sees the princess step up to his desk and does a double take before he realizes its one of their units.

 

  “Oh right,” says the man, “your renter made her final payment and is ready to buy right…”

 

  He shuffles some paperwork, “looks like she wants a few changes made first, some cleaning and such, so we’re shipping you to the lab. Well,”

 

  He stands up and opens the waist high door, “okay Princess Unit 17 take off those clothes and sit up here on the table.”

 

  She slips ever so elegantly from her dress letting it fall to the floor and steps out of it, her hands covering her breasts, face in a pose of defiant dignity despite being made to undress in such a manner.

 

  “cute,” says the man, “at least you aren’t like the standard hooker bots who I have to keep shutting down to undress quickly, damned things keep doing strip teases when we just need to check for damages the clients may have done to them.”

 

  He does a double take at the Princess’s crotch as she sits up on the table, for she has a full set of balls and circumcised cock.

 

   Another employee a woman in glasses and dressed in a way that clearly shows she is a higher up manager walks by and shakes her head saying, “I’d like to get rid of that junk, a dick just ruins a perfectly good princess.”

 

    “Okay,” says the man, “well, just sit here and the packagers will be by shortly. I have other work to do.”

 

  In the heat of the warehouse she sits, sits for over an hour before a middle aged man with scruffy hair and clearly colored black short beard and mustache shows up with a woman right behind him who would clean up nicely but isn’t going to go to all that effort in a place like this.

 

  The man looks over an electrical tablet he has with him, “Okay looks like we’re sending this one back to the lab for a little work before being shipped to the buyer.”

 

   He looks down at the cock and balls and back at his paperwork, “looks like we are having the

genitals switched out.”

 

  The woman looking at her own tablet says, “No, the buyer wants this unit to have both sets of genitals; so no balls, add a vagina under the penis.”

 

   The woman sets the tablet down and without a word starts to nibble on the ball sack, pulling some of the skin with her teeth.

 

  Talking between her teeth she says jokingly, “tastes fine to me like this.”

 

  The man just shakes his head and smiles as the penis grows erect on the Princess unit.

 

  He grabs a hold of it as the woman lets go and lifts it up while saying, “wish we just had a button,”

 

  “What fun would that be?” jokes the woman.

 

  “Hand me the marker please,” he says.

 

  She just rolls her eyes and hands him a black marker.

 

  He takes the marker and writes on the hairless balls [remove balls] and writes on the penis thanks to its hard erect state [kp 1 penis: ex for New].

 

  This whole time the Princess has been staring straight ahead, her hands to her side as if this were a medical exam.

 

  “Okay,” says the man, “Unit, put the costume back on and report to shipping dock 10.”

 

  The Princess puts her white gown back on and leaves with a mean look in her eyes.

 

 “Is it just me,” says the woman, “or did that dick chick look huffy to you too?”

 

  “Yeah weird,” says the man, “escorts aren’t…”

 

  He looks at the tablet and stares blankly.

 

  “What’s the matter,” says the woman.

 

 “Uh,” says the guy, “I think we better plead ignorance on this one.”

 

  “What?” says the woman looking at her tablet, the work order above is (Dick Chick Fetish

Doll), the one they just signed off on that scanned through her internal chip automatically is

(Fairy Tale Princess series 4: Unit 17 of 17)

 

    “I just,” says the man, “drew all over the parts of a multibillion dollar piece of equipment high end escort and adult amusement park unit…that is still in the market testing phase.”

 

   “I have no idea,” says the woman in a (I don’t really care) kind of way.

 

   “It’s a Techno-organic,” says the man, “not just some chop and shop bot. They are programmed to think and act like certain characters and tropes…and I just drew all over the genitals of one going back to the lab for a buyer…a buyer for something that costs god only knows how much they paid in rent fees, a rental that had to be sent back to the main office not here. That was only in here because the buyer wanted some changes done…so extra money…”

 

   “Whatever,” says the woman, “it’s just a damned toaster with a dildo sticking out of it to me. They’re switching out all that shit anyway.”

 

   On the other side of the building the manager sees that the unit is upset and takes a report of its treatment. Of course after seeing a certain something on the work order going to the lab just tells the Princess she intends to deal with the problem and doesn’t follow up. Not that the Princess will ever know as she lies down and goes to sleep in the cushioned crated, her arms crossed over her chest.

 

    ******

 

    “Don’t see that every day,” says a technician as a robot arm opens the crate.

 

   “What a…” says another technician in a fully body white suit to prevent static and dust from getting into the electronics, “a dick…chick…sent to the lab…”

 

   He looks at his tablet and back at the shipping label.

 

  “Idiots at that warehouse mislabeled her, good thing the autoscans work properly.”

 

 

  “No kidding,” says the other guy, “is this one of those new Princesses…only made seventeen of these babes.”

 

   “and this is number seventeen, how weird is that.” says guy 1.

 

  “uh…” says guy 2 as the sleeping Princess is lifted by the machines onto the diagnostics and alterations table, “since when do princesses have penises?”

 

  “you don’t know,” says guy 1, “this one ended up being sent to that Fetish Adult’s Park in Japan. There were some complaints about her acting too dignified making the business men feel bad about spending their money to have sex with her, but that was after the park paid the money to have the genitals changed for some weird fantasy about a prince raised as a princess or whatever the park had going. Seriously though these girls were made to be high class escorts, but money talks you know.”

 

   “speaking of which,” says guy 2 pointing at the holoscreen over the bed, “check this out, says the new buyer is paying to have the hermaphrodite package installed.”

 

   “what is this shit?” asks guy 1.

 

  “its common enough,” says guy 2, “just not in really expensive…”

 

  “not that this,” says guy 1 lifting up the genitals to reveal marker all over them.

 

  “why would we need reminded like that when its on our own work orders?” asks guy 2.

 

 “dumb asses really did mistake this lady for some low class hooker bot.” says guy 1, “just, fucking stupid.”

 

  He explains, “they chop shop the lower end models, you know, not the techno-organics which they send here.”

 

  A needle arm comes down, “speak of the devil”

 

  He pauses the automation and takes a rag and wipes off the marker on the genitals and uses sanitizer to clean the area before setting the machine back in motion.

 

  It injects a fluid into the pubic area and the ball sack begins to pulsate and slow shrink.

 

 

  “well that is underway,” says guy 1, “says the client also wants…woah…we got a real high paying client.”

 

  “Really?” says guy 2 looking at the screen, “well I’ll be damned, selective memory erasure, highlighted by office dates and times of private rent to own, and ten previous rentals which were  put towards the cost of buying; nice deal they got there; as saved memories. All prior and between memories to be erased.”

 

   Guy 1 sets up the controls for a device that goes over the head of the unit, “okay that is a go, and check this out, the buyer even signed the contract to give the unit a name.”

 

  “Wait,” says guy 2, “isn’t that a big deal for the expensive ones?”

 

  “yeah,” says guy 1, “let’s see, giving the unit a name will result in no further erasing of memories, personality will be able to change over time with experiences, and so on and so on, buyer is solely responsible for what happens after that.”

 

   “kind of a pain in the ass,” says guy 2, “why’d they set it up like that?”

 

  “something about how techn-organic brains work,” says guy 1, “not sure myself, I got my degree in good old fashion machinery. I can tell you how the robots doing the work run, but not the one their working on right now.”

 

  As they were talking the ball sack completely vanished and was replaced by a vagina.

 

  “everything is stable on the body,” says guy 1

 

  The machines around the head move up and away, “and all clear on the brain front,” says guy 2.

 

  “Let’s package her up and ship her.” says guy 1, “oh wait, the machines are doing it.”

 

  The machines move the sleeping Princess from the bed into a new cushioned crate, an acrylic one with a body form foam padding that was just made during the exam and alteration phase to speed up shipping.

 

    ******

 

   -a few days later-

 

   A delivery van arrives at the luxurious and very large mansion. A hover dolly brings out a very large black acrylic box with red arrows on it indicating it is to be kept in a horizontal position.

 

  “Please sign on the pad Mrs. Jones,” says the delivery man.

 

  As Catherine signs she says, “this is a rather undignified way for my princess to arrive.”

 

  “Ma’am?” says the delivery man.

 

 “I wish she still had her pod,” says Catherine.

 

  “Oh,” says the delivery man, “those are a rental perk, something about ambience or something. You want me to help you open it up and start it up, we have…”

 

   “There will be no need,” says Catherine, “please leave her as is, I can do everything myself.”

 

  The delivery man *shrugs*, “as you wish ma’am.”

 

    A moment later Catherine picks up a remote from her pocket, with the press of a button in no time at all a maid appears; a maid whose demeanor and appearance betray that she is clearly artificial.

 

   “Open the crate please,” says Catherine.

 

  “As you wish ma’am,” says the blue haired, oversized eyes meant to be cute maid.

 

  The crate is opened to reveal the Princess in her white gown tucked away in the form fitting padding like some new television.

 

  “Carry her to my bed please.” says Catherine.

 

  “As you wish ma’am,” says the maid who lifts up the Princess with ease and carefully carries her to the master bedroom.

 

  Catherine is close behind after taking a remote and an instruction tablet from the crate as well and calling another maid, a green haired one, to take the crate away to storage.

 

  The maid lays the Princess down on the large bed. Catherine just looks at her, her white gown, long blond hair, and delicate features just lying there on the satin sheets like something out of a storybook.

 

  “Will that be all ma’am?” asks the maid.

 

  “Yes, thank you.” says Catherine.

 

  The maid bows and leaves the room to return to her regular duties.

 

  Catherine sets the tablet down which shows an “on” symbol on the remote, or an option for [How to perform storybook on sequence]. Catherine leans over and ever so delicately kisses the Princess on the lips. Her eyes open and she returns Catherine’s kiss.

 

   “Welcome home,” says Catherine, “Princess Amara.”