It was a cool late summer evening and Carla was sipping on an iced latte. She was seated outside a small indie cafe that she regularly stopped by before and after work. Now that her work was done, she could finally enjoy some time to herself. Maybe explore the city, chat up strangers, find a man to have some fun with, all the things that a single woman in her late 20s usually does. The gentle breeze blew under her red sundress, cooling her perfectly sculpted body underneath. She looked less like a real woman than the ideal image of one formed in the lustful mind of a male designer. Carla got hit on a lot. That's the price of being a beautiful woman.

Carla had barely been paying attention when a rather handsome man in a suit sat down across from her. She instinctively greeted him the her usual radiant and slighly flirtatious "Hi!". Had she seen this man before? Carla could not recall who he was exactly but his face was oddly familliar.

"Carla, the mission had gone spectacularly thanks in no small part to you."

Carla was confused at what he was talking about. All she was doing was following her routines and completing her assigned tasks, nothing out of the ordinary.

"There's one thing you should know though, you're not a real person, you're a fleshdoll."

Carla opened her mouth to question this bizarre remark when somewhere deep in her mind, she realized this was true.

"Oh yes... that's right", Carla sighed, the intonation in her voice gone, without the need to put up the façade anymore. The light had vanished from her eyes. The man just smirked.

"Come with me."

Carla followed the man down the street. He led her through a door of a nondescript building. Down the steps was the facility. This was Carla's origin and this will he Carla's final destination. With each step, she felt the identity she had assumed get stripped off her until she came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, perfectly still, devoid of thought or personality. The attendants wheeled in a gurney.

They wheeled her past other fleshdolls, just as naked, beautiful, and blank as Carla now was. Ther was an empty table at the end of the room, past other identical tables where other dolls were in various stages of preparation or undoing. The attendants picked up Carla's limp doll body and flopped it onto the table. Immediately, they began stripping off Carla's clothing, tossing it in a pile beside Carla's quickly-becoming-bare body. Other attendants then sorted the clothes into assigned bins, one for dresses, another for bras and underwear, another for socks, and another for shoes. They emptied her purse, making sure to take out the expertly forged drivers license that gave credence to the idea that there really was a person named Carla Lindberg to be shredded. Now, all that was left was a naked doll, perfect in appearance, devoid of a personality. The doll that had posed as "Carla" had returned to its baseline state of undefined pliant happiness as the attendants inspected and photographed every inch of her for damage. Now all there was to be done was some paperwork as the attendants carted the doll into storage.

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[SIX MONTHS LATER]

The doll that was once known as Carla was givena new identity as the blonde bombshell office secretary Elena Wilson. Elena had quickly climbed up the ranks of a major oil company with her calculator-like mind, her diligent - almost robotic - work ethic, her artistically inspired beauty, and her seductive charms. Tonight, she was having a private meeting with the company VP in his luxury penthouse. Of course this was a farce, not even ten minutes in, they were done with company affairs and moved onto personal matters. Elena was dressed in the sexiest office siren outfit that the attendants at the facility could pick out. She had other clothes but why mess with perfection? Elena tied her blonde hair into a ponytail as she went down to her knees. The VP's smile was overflowing with lust. Elena unbuttoned the VP's pants and faithfully sucked his cock as she knelt, those sexy black stockings that they had fished from the bottom of the bin now on display against the milky white skin of her legs. The VP used his toe to hike up Elena's tight black skirt to expose her fat bum. Elena smiled. It was gonna be a long and pleasurable night.

It's been like this for a month now, and neither Elena, her handlers, nor the people she spied on could be more happy. Elena naively goes along thinking that she is a sexually empowered woman navigating the modern world when that identity is a paper-thin illusion created using her underlying programming. One of these days when her mission is done, Elena will be snatched off the street again, blissfully unaware of her true nature until her master reminds her. This could be anyone really, even you. You can never tell until a man in a suit walks up to you and reminds you. "Oh... that's right"