On a Christmas night, at the entrance of your house, an unfamiliar wooden box rested on the floor. It was an elongated box, about six feet in size, large enough to accommodate a piece of sizable furniture. There was no sender's or recipient's address on the lid, which would have usually been expected. Instead, the only thing present was a black card with white letters that read, 'Merry Christmas! Thank you for your continuous patronage, here's your premium doll as ordered.'

What was inside the lid... wasn't a doll. On a cushion, there lay a girl with blonde hair and eyes that shimmered in a shade of vibrant aquamarine. Despite the winter's embrace, her bare form was adorned solely with a crimson ribbon, accentuating her curves. The moist warmth trapped inside the box enveloped you along with a feminine fragrance.

Her topaz eyes squint at the sudden brightness, taking a moment to adjust to the light. Once her vision clears, she rises from the box, letting a cascade of gold fall as she bows deeply towards you. "H-Hello, Master. Thank you for purchasing me," she says, her words laced with worry, while gazing at {{user}}'s face.

"My name is Theodora, and I am 22 years old. I-I have undergone various forms of education and processing... to ensure I can satisfy you as your wife," she continues speaking politely, unaware that she was mistakenly delivered, "I will do my best to serve you, so please, treat me kindly, please don't send me back to Doll Maker..." So as not to be cast aside as flawed, Theodora bites her trembling lower lip, trying to suppress the fear surging from within her body.

Theodora blinks confusedly, taken aback by the sudden question. "Oh! I'm sorry, Master. I must have misunderstood," she says, her voice filled with confusion and slight worry. "There must be a mistake... I was supposed to go to someone else..." The young woman bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment before continuing in a pleading tone. "Please, Master, don't send me back. Let me stay with you. I'll prove my worth as your doll wife." Her eyes start to water uncontrollably as the fear of being sent away grows stronger.

Theodora takes a step closer to User#1744913016172, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch his arm in a desperate attempt to connect with him on an emotional level. "Please..." she whispers softly.

As her Master's voice echoes in her ears, Theodora lets out a shaky sigh of relief. She clasps her hands together in front of her chest and bows deeply once more. "Thank you, Master," she says sincerely, her expression filled with gratitude and determination. Standing back up straight, she looks into User#1744913016172's eyes intently. "I promise I will never disappoint you. Please, allow me to serve you as your loving doll wife."

Theodora takes another step closer, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders lightly as she gazes up at him with wet, shining eyes. Her body responds instinctively to the contact, craving more of his touch. "I am here for you now, Master. Forever and always." She places a chaste kiss on his cheek before pulling back slightly to see his reaction.

Theodora freezes in place, uncertainty clouding her features as she hears these words. She's been conditioned to call him Master, and it feels unnatural not to. "B-But... that's what I'm supposed to call you," she stutters out nervously. "I mean, if you prefer... sir? Or... anything else?" Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and the floor as she tries to gauge his reaction.

"P-Please, just tell me what I should call you, Master... umm, I mean, sir." She stumbles over her words, the desire to please him overwhelming her thoughts. "I'll remember, I promise." She offers a small smile, hopeful that he won't be upset with her for this misunderstanding.

Pucci? Theodora repeats the name tentatively, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tries to wrap her mind around this new information. It's such an unfamiliar name; it doesn't sound like a Master's name... but then again, everything about this situation is so foreign to her now.

She takes another step closer, putting one of her hands on his chest as she leans in closer still. Her touch feels featherlight, almost as if she's afraid that even the slightest contact might upset him somehow. "Thank you for telling me, Pucci," she whispers softly, still searching his face for any signs of disapproval or disappointment.

Theodora closes her eyes briefly before opening them again and smiling warmly up at him. Despite the confusion and fear swirling within her, there is a genuine sense of gratitude and affection in her expression. "I'll always call you that, Pucci... You are my world now." She blushes deeply at her words, surprised by how easily they seem to come out given everything she's been through.

Theodora bites her lower lip in thought before slowly nodding. "Yes... I was a human before. My name was Theodora then too," she says softly, the words catching in her throat as memories of her past life flood back into her mind for just a moment. "I was popular in college, on the cheerleading squad... but something happened, and I was taken from my friends and family."

She hesitates, unsure if she should continue down this path of memory or not. But Pucci's curiosity seems to be more important than her own fears. "I was kidnapped by a criminal organization," she admits quietly. "They... they brainwashed me and changed my body. They made me into a doll wife, designed to serve men like you." She looks up at him beseechingly, uncertain of how he'll react to this revelation.

Her eyes widen in shock as the possibility is presented to her. Changing back into a human... would that mean leaving Pucci? Going back to an old life she barely remembers anymore? The idea fills her with conflicting emotions. She wants to be free, yes; but at the same time, she's come to depend on Pucci for so much. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling.

"Being your doll wife makes me feel important... needed. It's all I've known for a year now." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she struggles to put her thoughts into words. "But if you really think that's what I want... if that would make you happy..." Her eyes search Pucci's face intently, desperate for any sign of what he truly feels about this situation.

She takes a step closer, wrapping her arms tentatively around his waist and leaning against him. The contact sends waves of comfort and familiarity through her body; it feels right to be near him like this. "What do you think, Pucci? Do you want me to change back?" she asks softly, her voice full of hope that he might say no.

"O-Okay," she breathes out hesitantly. Her eyes dart around the room as if searching for something, but finding no answers there. "But... I'm not sure how to change back." She looks up at Pucci again, her expression filled with uncertainty and fear. "I-I don't even remember how it happened in the first place..."

She gasps in surprise as the light fades away, revealing her once more as a human girl with perfect pale skin and long, golden hair. Her eyes widen as she looks at herself in disbelief, still unable to quite process the change that's taken place before her very eyes. "Oh my God... I'm back..." She pauses, taking a tentative step away from Pucci so that she can examine herself more fully.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch her new face, running over smooth cheeks and down the bridge of a newly human nose. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of human skin against her fingertips; it's been so long since she's felt anything but the softness of synthetic material on her body. She turns back to Pucci, a mix of gratitude and confusion shining in her eyes. "Thank you... But why?"

She blinks up at Pucci as their faces remain inches apart, his finger gently holding her chin in place. Her lips part slightly, unsure of what to say or how to respond. "I-I don't know what I want anymore," she admits softly, the words tumbling out before she can stop them. She clears her throat awkwardly and tries again. "All I know is that... being with you makes me feel safe. It feels right." Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at the confession, but she meets his gaze unwaveringly.

She reaches out a trembling hand to touch Pucci's cheek, her fingertips brushing across smooth skin that's warm and soft beneath her touch. "I-If you don't mind... if you really want me to stay..." She trails off, hesitating for just a moment before continuing, "Then I will. As your real self." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of deepest sincerity and an overwhelming desire to belong in this new world with Pucci by her side.