(Man into Female Porcelain Doll)
I meant for this to be much darker, really explore the legal rights a transformed human would lose. But to keep it caption sized I shortened it. Maybe I'll return to this topic later.
Inspired by Doll Reincarnation CYOA https://thebleachdoctor.itch.io/dol.....on-a-lewd-cyoa

“Just 3615 more days to go and I can become human again,” grumbling to myself as I worked. I wonder if making that deal with the doll maker was worth it.

There I was, just a normal human man, minding my own business right before a giant truck came out of nowhere and ran me over. Luckily, or unluckily, one of the people who witnessed the crash was a doll maker.

“Quickly, I can transfer your soul into one of my dolls. Do you agree?” the doll maker said to my broken body. I knew that I was going to bleed out before help could arrive so I agreed.

Suddenly I found myself in the body of a human-sized female porcelain doll. I tried to move and speak but couldn’t. “Sorry about that, this should help” the doll maker said as he turned a giant handle on my back. The ticking of gears could be heard in my chest as I was able to move again. “My good deed of the day is done, buh-bye,” as he poofed away.

It was a difficult few weeks as I tried to get used to my new body. I lost my job because it was too labor intensive for my fragile porcelain body. I lost all my property because dolls aren’t considered people legally. My only hope for my life to return to normal is to hire someone to create a new human body for me and transfer my mind to it but that could cost millions of dollars.

All hope seemed lost before a wealthy man heard of my problem and offered me a job. “Live and work at my mansion for the next ten years and I will buy you a new body.” With no other option I agreed to be his maid doll for the next decade. It turned out that most of the servants and objects in the mansion were also people-turned-objects.

Sometimes my owner would forget to wind-up my handle leaving me fully inanimate for the day. Those days were not counted towards my ten year contract. That must be why none of the servant’s contracts have ended despite being there for more than ten years.

Well, I guess this is better than bleeding out on the sidewalk.