7:24pm Legs X.

I don�t get the �Legs� prompt very often, so I made a special note of it in my book so that I would remember to tell him I�m taller than I usually tell my callers I am. It usually goes like this:

�Hmmm, baby. Tell me what you look like.� And I tell them what I look like.

�I�m 5�2�, I have long light brown hair, and blue eyes with long dark lashes.�

But tonight I told him that I was 5�9� and had nice long legs. He asked where I live and what I do, and asked if I liked to be creative and role-play. You know me, I LOVE to role-play. He tells me he has a couple in mind that we could act out, describes them to me and I pick the �we are in a massage parlor� scenario, thinking that he was going to come to me for a rub down. I was very wrong.

He sets the scene for me. �I have a massage parlor, but really it is just a front. I have these magic oils that I rub onto my clients that transforms them into living plastic sex dolls that I then sell to high power executives.� He instructs me to come into the place, get undressed for my �massage,� and that he is going to use his magic oils to turn me into a doll.

It took me a long time to understand the �magic oils,� but he is way into this and has it all worked out. Here�s the way it works: the oils seep into your skin and change your human body into evenly toned, shiny, hollow, plastic, but still living, doll. After you are a plastic doll, you can�t control your arms or legs anymore and you are automatically programmed to suck when something is put in your mouth and to cum when a cock is in your mouth, complete with curling toes. Every touch on your skin sends you into an orgasmic frenzy.

So I undress for my massage, unaware of any harm. As soon as the oils touch my skin, he sees my skin tone even out, but it takes a little while for the plastic to fully form. He instructs me to panic as I feel the burning of turning into plastic and lose of control of my limbs. I am to wind down like a wind up toy. I get up from the table in one final effort to break free, but I collapse on the floor. Before I completely harden, he wraps a corset around my waist so I�ll permanently have a 19 inch waist and have my tits shoved up. He also shoves my feet into size 4 high heels so my feet will be tiny and beautiful. He exclaims that I am so beautiful, and asks me if I would like to be made into a mannequin instead of a sex doll.

So, of course, I had to ask what the difference between a doll and a mannequin is. According to his description, there really wasn�t any difference � both are plastic living dolls that are orgasmic at every touch. Mannequins get to wear the latest fashions and don�t get sold to executives like the dolls do. So, I chose to become a mannequin and stick around with my maker.

After my transformation was complete, he picked up my light hollow body and put me on a stand which was really just a stick up my butt that of course felt SO GOOD when he put me on it. He took a long time describing to me how he was positioning my arms and legs, telling me how beautiful my frozen smile was and how my fingers were so lovely all fused together. Next, he told me that he was going to leave me for an hour while I listened to a brainwashing tape that would make me forget all about being a real girl, that makes me now believe that I am a plastic doll and that I�m made of plastic.

The transformation is complete, I�m now a plastic, living, orgasmic, sex doll/mannequin. He comes back for fellatio and keeps asking me what I am and what I am made of.

�I�m a doll! I�m made of plastic!� I exclaim in my cutest doll-like voice.

�Uhhhhgggg, Ohhhhh.� He is pleased.

So this is how the call ends, he stayed on for the full 35 minutes (score!) and since he was so interesting, at the 2 minute warning, I tell him my extension number and that I want him to call back because I really want to hear the other scenario that I could have chosen. I�m kicking myself now because I can�t remember what it was.

Anyways, can you say control freak? This guy obviously has some serious issues.

Moral of the story: Bring your own oil to your next massage.