Boxed In (Patreon)

You always thought it was just a regular factory, with machines whirring and workers bustling about. But as you walked through the door, you realized it was a doll factory, with rows upon rows of plastic faces staring at you. The air was thick with the smell of paint and plastic, and you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

As you wandered deeper into the factory, you heard a strange noise. It sounded like something was being compressed, like a machine was being activated. Curiosity got the best of you, and you followed the sound until you came to a large room with a massive machine in the center. It was like nothing you had ever seen before, with all sorts of buttons and switches and screens.

Without thinking, you approached the machine and pressed a button. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your chest, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were no longer yourself. You were a living, life-sized Barbie doll, complete with blonde hair and blue eyes. You tried to move, but found yourself trapped in a box with other dolls, unable to escape.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You watched as workers came and went, inspecting the dolls, packaging them, and shipping them off to stores all over the world. You tried to scream for help, but your voice was only a faint whisper. No one could hear you.

Eventually, you resigned yourself to your fate. You were a doll now, just like the ones surrounding you. You spent your days staring out of the box, watching as people passed by, unaware of your existence.

But one day, a little girl stopped in front of your box. She gazed at you with wonder in her eyes, and you could feel a spark of hope ignite within you. Maybe she could set you free.

The little girl begged her mother to buy you, and after some coaxing, she relented. You were packaged up and taken home, and for the first time in months, you felt the sun on your face and the wind in your hair.

As the little girl played with you, dressing you up and pretending you were her best friend, you realized that maybe being a doll wasn't so bad after all. You had a new purpose now, and a new friend to share it with.

And so, you learned to embrace your new life as a living, breathing Barbie doll, content to spend your days playing and smiling and being loved.