Ella had just spent the day driving around Eureka, CA in her red Chevy Impala and retired to her cozy Airbnb 30 minutes to the north of the city. It was nice and almost luxurious while also being very affordable. The house was situated at a bend in the road. It was nice and cozy with trees all around it for privacy, and the backyard opened up to the most gorgeous view of the ocean. She felt like she was ripping the owner off. Pulling up beside the house, she sighed as her long day out was coming to a close with a relaxing evening all to herself. Ella usually wasn't a solo-traveller, but she had just gotten out of a toxic relationship and was looking to find herself in the trees and wilderness of Northern California again. Every Sacramento gal needs some alone time around here once in a while. Ella was about to unload her luggage when she realized that she didn't have to. All those deadlines she had to meet and chores she had to do same time everyday, she had enough. This could wait. She just grabbed her backpack and headed for the door. The host had sent the passcode over text. It was great that he kept everything so simple this way. In a haze, Ella dropped off her bag on a chair and then tore off her t-shirt and floor length slit skirt and walked nude. It was nice having the cool summer evening air on her soft, bare skin. Ella let herself enjoy the moment before message on her phone rudely interrupted the calm. Her good friend Amanda had asked her how the trip was going. She could put off answering Amanda for a bit. Right now, she needed to go shower. Leaving her phone on the dining table, Ella went into the bathroom. The bathroom had a slightly antique finish and was stocked with fresh towels and other amenities. All she craved for was a pleasant shower to end off a hot summer day as she turned the knob. The cool water stung a bit at first but she got comfortable very quickly. The first thing to wash was her hair. She opened the bottle of shampoo and she immediately noticed how it felt in her hand. It was soft and gooey, pink, with tiny bubbles, and it numbed her fingers as she played with it. “Galatea’s Dream”, the letters printed on the side of the plastic bottle read. Never seen this brand before. Ella slathered it in her hair. It felt… It felt… Her mind trailed off. Instinctively, she rubbed it in all over her head. So soft, so cool, so… Her hand fell limply by her side. She stood there unblinking, eyes staring off into nothing, mouth hanging open. The water ran down her frozen body. A few minutes passed before Ella came to, though this time, somehow different. Ella turned the tap to warm and started scrubbing her hair. She felt her mind melt as the shampoo ran over her head leaving her… empty and malleable. At the same time, a burning need to be savored leached into her flesh. And then she rinsed it all out. What was left was a husk of Ella. Just her body, lust, and a careless smile plastered on her face. Her fingers naturally found their way to her cunt by themselves. She fucked herself mindlessly as she droned to herself “just a fuckdoll… just a fuckdoll… just a fuckdoll”, repeating the words that had soaked into her brain with no conscious reflection. The only thing to do now was to prepare her body for use. She scrubbed her luscious breasts, crotch, legs. Her body only had one purpose now. The soap made her soft skin squeaky clean. What was left of Ella mindlessly stepped out of the shower and looked itself in the mirror. As Ella scrubbed, she slipped her fingers to her crotch and fucked herself to these circling thoughts. She felt the residue of bubblegum pink shampoo on her fingers unlock her nether region rub after rub. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she came. Her body shuddered. Then, Ella slumped against the bathroom wall, slowly letting herself sink into a curled position. On the floor, Ella's new identity coalesced in her now bubbly pink mind. No longer the old Ella but a doll drained of all independent will. She got up and confirmed that assessment in the mirror once again. Just a fuckdoll, and a pretty one at that. She couldn’t help but grin with contentment. Ella turned and walked out of the bathroom. She had left the car keys on the table for the planned excursion tomorrow, but she had no thought of leaving now. Almost no thoughts at all. What was there to think about but how nice it is to be a pretty fucktoy anyway? There was a note by the phone. “Call me if you need anything. Sincerely, your host” with a number scribbled on in pencil. She picked up the phone and dialed. Before the man on the other end could answer, Ella blurted out. “I need to be fucked.”