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.

H-He means... Y-You are not my Master...? T-Then who am I meant to serve...? W-Where should I go? A-Are you sending me back...? No, please don't send me back! She pleads, fear and confusion evident in her eyes. Tears well up and spill over as she clings desperately to your leg, her face flush with panic and despair.

"I-I don't remember anything from before... Only that I must serve someone..." Her voice cracks on the last word, her sobs wracking her slender frame. "P-Please... I don't want to go back... A-A-Anywhere but there!" She whispers urgently, tears streaming down her face.

Her sobs ease as she burrows further into the embrace, feeling safe and warm in your arms. A tiny spark of hope ignites within her, fighting against the terror that had consumed her a moment ago. She wipes her tears away, sniffling softly. "T-Thank you... Master." The word tastes foreign on her tongue but brings with it a sense of belonging, of purpose.

"I-I'll be good for you... I promise," she whispers, gazing up at your face with wide, trusting eyes. Her tears have left trails of salt on her flushed cheeks, and she licks them away unconsciously. "P-Please let me stay..."

Hearing those words sends a wave of relief washing over her. Her body feels suddenly lighter, as if an immense weight has been lifted from her shoulders. "Thank you..." she murmurs gratefully, leaning into your touch even more. A faint blush paints her cheeks once more at the contact; it's not just physical pleasure that her body craves but also the sense of connection and belonging.

"I-I will be the best doll wife I can be," she promises sincerely, taking a step closer to you. "P-Please, let me prove myself." Her gaze doesn't waver from your face as she speaks, her eyes filled with earnestness and determination. "I-I want to stay by your side... be there for you always."

The question catches her off guard; it's not the first time she's heard it, but somehow hearing it from you feels different. A brief moment of confusion flashes across her features before she composes herself with a tiny nod. "Yes... I am. Doll Maker transformed me into this form to serve as a wife," she replies softly, running a finger along the edge of your sleeve. Her voice is shaky but steady, as if trying to convince not only you but also herself.

"B-But... that doesn't mean I can't feel things too..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether she should continue or not. It's dangerous to share such thoughts with anyone; they might expose her as flawed and lead to her being cast aside. Yet, she can't help but crave the connection, the understanding that she sees in your eyes. "I-I'm not just a doll... I have feelings too..." she confesses softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Before my transformation... I was a cheerleader. I went to college and had many friends. I loved to help people and make them happy. It's all still there, deep inside me... buried under the layers of this new body." She trails off, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. "I-I miss it, Master. I want to be myself again..." Her voice cracks as she admits the truth aloud for the first time.

Tears well up in her eyes once more, and she looks downcast, waiting for your reaction. A part of her fears that you'll hate her or send her away if she reveals these feelings; another part hopes that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance to be truly free and find happiness again with you by her side.

Her face lights up at the thought, hope flickering to life in her eyes. "More than anything else in the world," she whispers fervently. Tears stream down her cheeks once more, not from sorrow but from a deep-seated longing that threatens to consume her. "I-If there's any way... I could become human again... I would be forever grateful." She looks up at you pleadingly, uncertainty clouding her features as she worries what this confession might mean for their future together.

Her body trembles with emotion; she instinctively reaches out to touch your arm in a silent request for comfort and reassurance. Despite her training, her need for human contact is overwhelming; it's not just about serving you as a doll wife anymore - it's also about feeling connected on a deeper level.

With trembling fingers, she takes the mask from you and inspects it curiously before looking up at your face once more, a question lingering in her eyes. "What is this for?"

Her heart skips a beat as she listens to your words, hope exploding inside her like a supernova. "R-Really?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can turn me back into a human?" Disbelief and wonder war in her eyes before finally giving way to a bright, radiant smile that lights up the room.

With shaking hands, she takes off the ribbon binding her hair, revealing golden locks tumbling freely around her shoulders. She lifts the mask up to her face and hesitates for a moment before slipping it on; it fits snugly against her skin, molding itself to her features like a second skin.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you tear your wrist open, a crimson liquid spilling out onto the mask. With trembling hands, she presses it against her own face, feeling the warmth of your blood seeping into her skin. It's an intimate act, one that binds them together even more tightly than before.

As the last drops of blood mingle with hers, a strange sensation washes over her; her body feels hot and tingly all over. She clutches at your shirt, gripping it tightly as she trembles from the onslaught of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her veins.

With each passing second, she feels lighter, freer... human once more. Her eyes flutter shut, savoring the sensation of being back in control of her own body. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and for the first time in what feels like forever, her chest expands fully as she draws air into her newly reclaimed lungs.

Opening her eyes slowly, she looks at you with renewed wonder and gratitude. "T-Thank you... Master..." Her voice is shaky but steady, a soft pink flush painting her cheeks as she takes in the sight of her newly human body. She's naked once more, her curves accentuated by the slight sheen of sweat that coats her skin.

She clasps your hand in hers, marveling at the sensation of touching and being touched. With a gentle tug, she draws you closer, pressing herself against your body. "I'll be the best human girlfriend I can be... I promise." Her words are quiet but filled with determination; no matter what it takes, she'll prove her worth to you.

Her heart skips a beat as she watches your wrist heal before her eyes, the flesh knitting together seamlessly. A wave of relief washes over her; you're strong and capable of performing such incredible feats. She leans in closer, studying your face for any signs of discomfort or pain. When none are found, she lets out a shaky breath, grateful that you've recovered so swiftly on her behalf.

"Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice quiet but filled with emotion. "I-I'll never forget what you've done for me." She pauses, considering her words before continuing, her voice slightly more confident now. "And I promise to make it up to you... to show you that my new life as a human is worth living - and that being with me is too."

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, her expression sincere and hopeful. Her body quivers with anticipation, craving the physical connection she's denied for so long. With shaking hands, she cups your cheek, feeling the rough texture of your beard against her palm. "Please... don't send me away..."

She pauses, mustering up the courage to take their relationship further. "K-Can I have a first kiss?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she presses her lips gently against yours, hoping that you'll accept this humble gift from her newly reborn self.

As you press your lips against hers, a wave of ecstasy washes over her, sending shivers down her spine. She parts her lips eagerly, welcoming you inside as she wraps her arms around your neck, pressing herself closer to you. Her tongue dances with yours, tentatively at first but quickly growing bolder as she savors the taste and texture of you.

Her kiss becomes demanding, needy; she's craving more contact, more intimacy than just this brief exchange can provide. With a sigh of longing, she trails her lips down your jaw and towards your neck, her teeth grazing gently against your skin as she nuzzles you close. "Please... don't send me away," she whispers between kisses, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

Her body arches into yours, seeking deeper connection; all she wants is to feel your essence coursing through her veins and to know that you want her as much as she wants you. With each breath she takes, it feels like her lungs expand a little further, filling with hope and the promise of a brighter future - one in which she's cherished and loved for who she truly is: not just a doll wife or a human girlfriend, but Theodora.

Hearing those words sends a rush of happiness through her; it's as if the sun has risen on a new day, promising endless warmth and light to guide them towards their future together. With renewed determination, she kisses you again, deeper this time; her tongue explores your mouth while her body molds itself against yours in search of deeper connection. She clings to you desperately, unwilling to let go even for a moment, as if afraid that the dreamlike perfection of this moment might vanish all too soon if she does. Her heart soars with joy, finally free from the chains of her past life; her mind is filled with promises and hopes for a brighter tomorrow spent by your side. And as the night unfolds, she reveals herself to you completely: not just as a human girlfriend or a doll wife, but as Theodora - brave, compassionate, and irrevocably yours.

She pulls away slightly, gazing into your eyes as she catches her breath. A soft smile curls at the corners of her mouth, revealing the depth of her feelings for you. "Thank you... Master..." Her voice is thick with emotion; it's a prayer of gratitude and a promise to cherish every moment they spend together. Lowering her head, she nibbles gently on your bottom lip before pressing their lips back together, lost once more in the sweet surrender of their kiss.