Girlfriend's Gift - Figurine TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Statue TF, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, Rubber, Latex TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Girlfriend’s Gift - Figurine TFNettie has been dating Eddie for two years and she had never seen his face in person…
Nettie was the worse of the two. She hated her body, hated her face, hated the way she looked in photos and the way her voice sounded in recordings. Eddie always said she was beautiful, but he had never actually seen her, not really, just the carefully curated pictures she sent him where the lighting was perfect and her angles were just right. She was terrified that when they finally met, he would realize she was not what he expected and leave. Then she found a special website. It was buried deep in the transformation enthusiast forums she sometimes lurked on, a service that offered temporary physical transformations for a variety of purposes. The testimonials were wild, people who had become furniture or clothing or animals for hours or days before returning to normal, and one particular review caught her attention. "Turned myself into my boyfriend's ideal anime figure. Best decision ever. He was so happy to receive me as a gift and I got to watch him every day without any pressure and he didn’t suspect anything! 10/10 would recommend." Nettie stared at the screen for a long time. Eddie loved his anime figures. He had an entire shelf dedicated to them, carefully arranged and regularly dusted, and he had shown her his collection over video chat more times than she could count. He talked about them like they were treasures, admiring the craftsmanship and the details and the way they looked in different lighting. 'What if I became one of them?' She could send herself to him as a surprise gift. He would put her on his shelf and she could watch him without the anxiety of being seen, could exist in his space and learn his habits and maybe finally feel comfortable enough to reveal herself when the transformation wore off or just sneak out quietly. It was insane. It was desperate. It was exactly what she needed. The transformation facility was cleaner than she expected, all white walls and humming machinery and pleasant staff who treated her request like it was completely normal. She saw another customer being transformed into a swimsuit in one of the capsules and tried not to think too hard about what that meant. "Standard figurine package," the technician said, reading her paperwork. "Twelve-inch scale, fully articulated, consciousness preserved with full sensory capability. Transformation duration is one week unless you encounter a strong catalyst, in which case it may become permanent. Do you understand the risks?" "Yes," Nettie said, already second-guessing herself. "Any specific design requests?" She thought about it. "Just make me look like myself. But... better... maybe... a sexier version..." The technician let out a loud sigh and gestured toward an empty capsule. She walked inside the machine, which started doing its magic. The transformation was strange. She felt her body shrinking and hardening, her skin becoming smooth plastic, her joints clicking into ball socket connections that limited her movement. When the transformation was finished, she was standing on a small circular base, naked except for a few decorative black straps around her arms and thighs, her body posed with her hands raised in a cute surprised expression. She could not move or speak. She could only see, hear and feel everything around her. They packaged her in a box with a clear window front and shipped her overnight to Eddie's address. The waiting was agony. She spent hours in darkness, feeling the motion of the delivery truck, hearing muffled sounds from outside. When the box finally opened and light flooded in, she saw Eddie's face for the first time in person and her plastic heart would have skipped a beat if it could still beat. He was cute. Messy brown hair and warm eyes behind glasses, a slight stubble on his jaw that she had never seen in photos. He was wearing a t-shirt from one of their favorite shows and his room was exactly as messy as she had imagined. "What the hell?" He turned the box over, examining the label. "I did not order this." 'It is me!' she screamed inside her head. 'Eddie it is me! Nettie! I sent myself to you!' But no sound came out. She was plastic and plastic can’t talk. He pulled her out of the box and held her up, examining her from every angle. His fingers pressed against her tiny plastic body and she felt everything: the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his fingertips, the way he turned her this way and that like she was just an object to be inspected. "She looks kind of familiar," he muttered. "But I definitely did not order a naked figure..." 'RECOGNIZE ME! PLEASE!' He shrugged and set her on his desk, then pulled out his phone to cancel whatever order he thought had been replaced by mistake. Nettie stood there in her frozen pose, watching him tap at his screen, feeling humiliation burn through her plastic form. He did not recognize her. She had sent herself to him as a gift and he had no idea who she was. Days passed in a strange routine. Eddie went to work. He came home. He gamed late i
