Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“What the hell?” I say on an exhale, squeezing over and over before shaking the handful, marveling at the wobble of the fake breast. “How the fuck—?”
Again, with my other hand, I reach up my shirt and grope my own breast to compare. While my boobs are much smaller and real, as in I haven’t had a breast augmentation, the companion’s chest feels extraordinarily similar to what I assume a boob job would feel like on an actual human. It has everything to do with the texture of the “skin” and its lack of being too firm, as it encloses the silicone implants within.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper to the toy, removing my hands from both our breasts and standing up. I prop my fists on my hips, looking over the companion with a smile on my face. Not only am I not disappointed with the claims the company made about the science and technology that went into making the doll truly feel extremely lifelike, but I’m also excited for others to check her out once I get her displayed in the store. While this toy is more expensive than any other in my shop by several hundred dollars, I have no doubt that once people see and feel for themselves how real it seems, several of these bad boys—er, girls, I guess—will sell.
Eagerly, I bend over to scoop her out of the Styrofoam mold, but I’m surprised to find she’s too heavy for me to lift that way. So, I shuffle to the end where the head is, carefully maneuver my fingers beneath the edge of the box, and pull upward. It’s a struggle, but I manage to stand it upright, surprised once again by how tall the box and the companion inside it are when I move to stand in front of it. The cardboard is easily a foot taller than me, but the packaging at either end of the doll means the toy itself is probably right around my height. Still, the only other ones of these I’ve seen in real life were around four feet tall, so this one seems even more lifelike because of its size alone.
With my foot against the bottom of the box to keep it in place, I circle the companion’s waist with my hands, rolling my eyes at how narrow this part of it is compared to the boobs and hips, and wiggle everything toward me. As the entire contents comes free, Styrofoam and all, the cardboard falls backward, landing on the floor with a dull thud. I push the packaging backward as well while hugging the toy around her skinny waist, letting out a giggle as I realize the side of my face is pressed to her boobs. I don’t know what comes over me, but I turn my face into her cleavage the way Seth always does to me, and…
I motorboat the companion.
I, Twyla Owens, twenty-nine-year-old wife, mother, respected chemical engineer, and businesswoman, shake my head vigorously and blow air through my flapping lips between the silicone breasts of a sex doll.
I laugh out loud as I pull my head back. “If my husband could see me now,” I singsong, hobbling backward with the companion until I have her close to the door. She seems steady on her feet, not wobbling at all when I stand to my full height and carefully test the stability with a push and tug of her shoulder, so I let go, take a step back, and fix my glasses that were off-kilter after my momentary psychotic episode.
The skirt on the companion is flipped up, and for a split second, another questionable urge starts to fill my mind, but I shut my curiosity down before the thought can even fully take form. “Too far, Twy. Too far,” I say, reaching out to quickly straighten the toy’s outfit before turning my back to it and facing my mess.
Walking back over to the empty package, I bend to move the Styrofoam out of the way so I can open the flaps of the box, and when it’s clear, I reach for the opening in the cardboard, then pause.
I squint and tilt my head to the side, my mind having caught on the cutesy text printed on the top. The hot-pink tape had come loose from the end the toy’s head was at and must’ve stuck in its current position after gravity did its thing when I had it standing upright.
The tape covers the X in SEX DOLL, and my eyes narrow further as I try to figure out why my mind is as stuck as the tape is.
And then it hits me. What my eyes can currently read of what’s printed on the box is SE DOLL. And instead of filling in the correct missing letter, I snort when I realize my brain is trying to replace the X with a TH instead.