This is important. I don’t have much time, but everyone needs to know what’s going on. Everyone is in danger – even you. 

My name doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t remember what it was before and I have to keep resisting using it now. It’s probably too late for me, but hopefully not for you. 

What’s important is that I was an ordinary guy from an ordinary small town in America. I played baseball, took a hot girl to prom in a tuxedo and a limo and made out with her in the back seat afterwards. Then I went to college, graduated and moved back home. It was just my luck to have graduated into the worst economy in decades. Millions were unemployed and even in my town, there were a lot more empty storefronts and offices than there had been growing up. 

After a year, though, something happened that was almost too good to be true, and I guess it was. Back in the day, my town had been almost a company town. It was home to a company that made all kinds of clothing in a big factory complex. Production moved away in the 70s and 80s and the complex had remained largely vacant ever since. But one morning word went around that the whole complex had been bought. A couple days later, job ads for a company called Dollface Industries started appearing. I applied and so did half the town.  

People started going in for interviews after a week, so I wasn’t bothered by waiting a little. Instead, I tried to do some research, but there wasn’t a lot of information available. It seemed to be a stealth mode startup. I couldn’t even tell what their product was. The few people who were hired said they were doing renovations and didn’t know anything yet. 

Finally, I was called in for an interview. I wore my only suit and Oxfords. The office was up a rickety wooden staircase overlooking a factory floor, where people were busy cleaning up debris from decades of abandonment. Inside, the office had been freshly painted white and modern lighting had been installed. A standing desk and office chair occupied the back, along with some filing cabinets, a printer and a potted plant. There was another chair in front of the desk and a silver MacBook on it. Sitting on the desk with her legs crossed at the knees was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my most perfect mistress and goddess – no, no, I’ve got to finish the story.

But she was beautiful – long, straight brown hair, flawless porcelain skin, a white satin blouse, black pencil skirt, sheer black pantyhose and three-inch black patent stilettos – the kind with the red soles. Goddess – she – smiled at me and my stomach seemed to be full of butterflies, while my heart started beating rapidly. “Welcome!” she said in a voice that could melt mountains. “You must be my one o’clock.”

I stammered out a yes and she motioned me to sit down. I sat down heavily and found myself looking into her knees. 

“I should introduce myself: I’m Megan Jouette, the founder, president and CEO of Dollface Industries,” she said. “Here, we’re going to use the power of technology to transform the world.”

The interview is also something my memories of are hazy. Her doing, no doubt. I remember a feeling, almost an image, of her eyes. They were grey and they were hungry. Somehow they seemed to fill the room. 

My next conscious memory was of her congratulating me and signing the NDA. What I did learn was that Dollface was a skincare product, a sort of all-in-one cleanser and moisturizer and sunscreen. To be honest, it was a little anticlimactic.  As I left, she said “I’m looking forward to working closely together.”

The next few days were a blur of activity. The renovations continued on the floor and in the next week, a bioreactor and barrels of chemicals were delivered. In the meanwhile I did administrative tasks for Meg-goddess. Every day she had me watch training videos on her Macbook, videos I could never consciously recall, but for some reason that didn’t concern me. She also started to concern herself with my appearance, suggesting strongly that I needed better skincare and even giving me one of the first bottles of Dollface to come out of the plant.  

Over the next few weeks more people were hired, more bioreactors were installed and bottling and labeling equipment arrived. Meanwhile, my memories of workdays became hazy and indistinct. I thought it was because I was busy, but I know now what was going on. My skin got clearer and softer and at her instructions I refrained from getting a haircut. 

Then one day she called me to her office. It was better appointed now and from her throne-like burgundy leather chair she looked me over like an art critic inspecting a new piece. She smiled in approval and I felt my heart flutter. 

“You’re coming along very nicely,” she said. “In fact, I would say it’s about time for Phase Two.”

“Phase Two of what?” I asked. “And what was Phase One?”

“I suppose it no longer matters whether or not you know,” she said, almost to herself. “There’s nothing you can do about it anyways: the world is in a perilous state – war, inequality, climate change and more threaten everything we hold dear. Most entrepreneurs and politicians agree, but they all have agendas, so nothing gets done. And many conflicts are rooted in sincerely held beliefs and asking them to compromise is like asking them to undermine their identities. 

“So I am no longer asking. Free will has been a failure, so I will extinguish it. Dollface isn’t just skincare, though it is a great skincare product, the solution contains nanotechnological robots that, combined with the videos I’ve been having you watch, alter your brainwave patterns. You have no choice but to obey me. When we launch, I should be able to take control of good portions of the world’s richest countries easily and get everyone but the most remote people soon afterwards.”

“I don’t think that’s funny,” I said – and how the shame of doubt my glorious goddess pains me now, but you have to know what’s coming. “In fact, this is creeping me out so much, I think I’m going to quit right here and now.”

I turned to leave, but she said one word: “Freeze.”

I froze. No amount of effort could move me closer to the door. She laughed and I heard the squeaking of her chair and the click-click of her heels on the floor as she got up and walked over to me. She ran her fingers through my hair and then walked around me. 

“Tut-tut,” she sneered. “That won’t do at all. I own you mind, body and soul now. Say it.”

“You own me mind, body and soul,” I said. 

“Besides, I wasn’t done,” she said. “You see, you are an experiment. I’ve known that Dollface could let me take control of anyone for years, ever since I discovered it in college. Where do you think all the VC money for this came from?

“But one of the problems facing the world is overpopulation. Now, I don’t want to kill anyone and simply ordering people to not have sex just isn’t fun, so I hit upon a third way: use the Dollface to turn 95 percent of the world’s men into women and you’re going first. You will serve me personally, as my acolyte, my doll. Now strip down for me.”

I obeyed. I couldn’t help it. She handed me a garment bag and told me to put on what I found inside. It was an outfit almost identical to hers – blouse, bra, skirt, panties and pantyhose. Instead of heels, there were flats. When I was done dressing she inspected me again and then ordered me to kneel. I knelt and she grabbed me by my chin and forced me to look into her eyes. 

“From now on, when you arrive for work, you will immediately change into the clothes I provide. Tomorrow I’ll start teaching you makeup and afterwards, I’ll also want you with makeup on,” she said. “Also, I think that to prepare for launch, you’re going to 10 or 12 hours a day, including weekends.”

I tried to muster defiance in my eyes, but she just laughed at me. “You’re going to be grateful for these changes,” she said. “Oh, and, before I forget, you cannot remember your name. It’s been erased. It’s gone. From now on, your name is Suzy and I am your goddess. Do you understand, Suzy?”

“Yes goddess,” I said. “Thank you, goddess.”

“Good girl,” she said and a tingle ran down my spine.

She walked back to her chair, kicked off her heels and sat down. Then she beckoned me over. “It’s time for your first task as my acolyte,” she said. “Worship my feet.”

“Yes goddess,” I replied and knelt again. 

I kissed and licked her feet through her pantyhose for what felt like an eternity. At first I felt ashamed and grossed out, but before long (and maybe she gave me another command) I kind of got lost in the action and arousal and enjoyed it. That only compounded my feelings of shame and violation. 

Sex acts of various kinds between us became regular after that. There was nothing I could do. Sometimes it was foot worship, sometimes she used me as a foot stool, sometimes she had me perform cunnilingus and sometimes she had me give her a foot job. Once I was even put in a princess dress, told to answer the name “doll” and made to be mindless and posable while goddess and another woman, her girlfriend – who I believe was under as much control as I was – “played” with me. 

All the while the Dollface was made in the bioreactors, filled into bottles and shipped around the world. Despite all the extra time I spent serving my goddess directly, there was actually still work to do, so sometimes I was on my own with access to a computer and with my own mind and will. That’s how I came to be writing this warning. 

I know she intends to sell Dollface at a huge “introductory” discount to try to get as many people as possible to buy it. On my rare times away from work, I even handed out free samples to family and friends. There will also be a huge social media and conventional ad blitz, but I don’t know – oh no, there she is at my cubicle. 

“What’s this, Suzy dearest?” she asked. 

“Nothing, goddess,” I said. 

“Oh, Suzy, you can only tell me the truth,” she said. “Now, obey.”

I swallowed. “It’s a letter, I’m trying to warn people,” I said. 

“You think you can stop me when you can’t even disobey me,” she laughed. “I think I’ll let you finish it. Be sure to include this bit. But before you do finish, it’s time for Phase Three. Come with me.”

I stood up and followed her. By this time she had given me stilettos and taught me to walk in them. I was actually shaping up to be a pretty girl and I will always be grateful to goddess for that. Our heels click-clacking on the floor, she led me to a disused bathroom, only it had been cleaned and re-tiled. There was also a tub in it, filled with Dollface.

“Phase One involved conditioning you to obey me with your knowledge and Phase Two involved exercising and furthering that control over your mind,” she said. “Now I’m going to do the same with your body.

“I have reprogrammed the Dollface in this batch. It will . . . complete your transformation, altering your body on a molecular level. Now, Suzy, remove your make up, strip and get in the tub.”

“Yes, goddess,” I said. “Thank you, goddess.”

I stripped, carefully folding my blouse, skirt and pantyhose and leaving them next to my heels. Honestly, I felt more naked without the makeup than without my clothes. Putting a foot in the tub, I was surprised – I expected it to be cold, but it was a comfortable temperature. I put my other foot in and lowered my body into the Dollface. 

“Good girl,” Goddess said. She handed me a snorkel. “You’ve got to go all the way in, princess. I’ll tug on the snorkel when you can come out.”

“Yes, goddess,” I said. 

I took the snorkel, put it in my mouth, closed my eyes and submerged myself into the Dollface. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but gradually I noticed a tingling sensation across my whole body. The solution surrounding me began to bubble like it was boiling. The tingling turned into a heat, warm at first, but building to full body sunburn and then like touching a hot cast iron skillet, on every surface of my body.  

I wanted to scream, but goddess had ordered me to stay submerged and so stay submerged I did. After what felt like an eternity, the heat subsided and I could relax. It was replaced, however, with a buzzing in my head and I suddenly realized that even my brain was being changed. 

I have no idea how much time passed before goddess tugged on the snorkel. I emerged from the tub, blinking my eyes in the sudden light, the first thing I noticed was that I had much less mass. I had certainly never been huge, but I was still physically bigger and taller than most women. Now I was shorter and lighter. Then I noticed the weights on my chest. I looked down and saw my new breasts, proportionate for my new, petite body. My nipples hardened in the air, which was chilly by comparison. 

“Oh my, look at you,” Goddess said. “So beautiful. This will do nicely spreading through Congress or the Pentagon.”

She walked over to me and kissed me and I noticed another difference. It’s hard to put it into words. As a man, my arousal felt concentrated in my penis as it got hard and faded quickly without focus. This was different – I could feel a heat between my legs, certainly, as I suddenly realized I had a vagina now and it was getting slick, but I felt it radiate outward, mostly up to my breasts. 

Then she inserted a finger into my vagina and I gasped. She withdrew the finger and put in my mouth. “Suck,” she commanded. “Test your new self.”

It tasted a little salty. She laughed as I sucked her finger and it just made me more aroused. 

“That’s enough Suzy,” she said. “Now go finish writing your ‘warning’. Don’t bother to get dressed. You don’t have time.”

She looked at her phone and continued, “In, oh, fifteen minutes, the only thoughts left in that pretty little head of yours are going to be ‘I am a good toy and good toys obey.’ Go.”

I sprinted back to my computer on cold, slippery floors and past some workers still cognizant enough to stare. I’ve caught up to now, but I’ve probably used a lot of my time. I don’t know how much I have left, so I am a good toy and good toys obey. I am a good toy and good toys obey. I am a good toy and good toys obey. I am a good toy and good toys obey. I am a good toy and good toys obey. I am a good toy and good toys obey. . . .