Denise had just walked in from the backyard when the doorbell rang.  She had been laying out in the summer sun, dressed in her favorite yellow bikini, and working on her tan.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by today, the young, single, and attractive high school teacher thought, as she walked towards the front door.  Just as she got to it, the doorbell rang again.  Denise peeked through the keyhole and saw a delivery woman with a package in her hand.

I wonder what it could be! She thought excitedly, as she opened the door.  The woman was standing there, dressed in a typical delivery person’s uniform; in one hand, she had a parcel that was about a foot wide, maybe sixteen inches across, and about eight inches deep.  In her other hand, she held a clipboard.

“I have a package for a Denise.  Is that you?”

Denise nodded.  “Yes, that’s me! Please, come in, you can set it on the table right here,” and she motioned to a small table that was just inside the door.  The woman stepped in, sat the parcel on the table, and then placed the clipboard next to it.

“Just sign at the bottom, please.”

Denise leaned over and picked up the pen that was attached to the top of the clipboard, and then looked down at the sheet of paper.  There was a column on the left with a list of names, and each one had a signature next to it, except for the last name – hers.  There was a bunch of very small type at the top of the page, but Denise didn’t even notice as she started to sign her name.  As she was signing, she felt a sudden sting on her back, just above her bikini string.  Damn mosquitoes! You open the door for one minute…

“Thank you.”  The woman picked up the clipboard, turned, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

The moment the woman was gone, Denise turned her attention to the package, picking it up, taking it over to the couch, and ripping the brown shipping paper off of it as she sat down.  Inside was a white box with a lid, maybe a little bit bigger than the box a pair of boots might come in.  The only writing on the lid was her name, “Denise”, hand-written in red.

The other thing she noticed, as soon as she picked the box up, was how light it was.  Well, it’s not a pair of boots!   Denise’s curiosity was heightened as she gently lifted the lid and looked inside the box.

It was empty.

Well, that explains why it is so light.  Denise’s first reaction was to shake the box, but it made no sound, her eyes hadn’t deceived her, the box was definitely empty.  She grabbed the brown wrapping paper and looked to see where it came from, but all it had was the delivery address.

This is so weird, she thought.  Maybe one of my friends is playing a prank or something? She picked up the box again, and as she did, she noticed a piece of paper attached to the underside of the lid.  Her eyes widened as she read what was on the paper:

INFLATABLE ITEM – CARE INSTRUCTIONS
When not in use, store deflated inside the bag and box, away from heat and sunlight.
To clean, soak in a basin filled with antibacterial soap and water.  If item has hair, cover with plastic wrap (not included).
One puncture repair kit is included.  Follow instructions printed on kit.

Okay, this is definitely some sort of prank, Denise figured.  Or the shipping people have finally and completely lost their minds!  She shook her head as she headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, taking the strange, empty box with her and setting it on the floor.

Denise undressed and hung her bikini on one of the towel racks as she stepped into the warm, relaxing shower.  In a few moments, she had forgotten about the strange delivery, as the warm water washed over her.  It feels especially good today, she thought, as she lathered and washed her hair.  It feels like the water is soaking into me, right to the bone…I feel a bit heavy, sluggish, but it feels so good…

As she rinsed her hair, the heavy and sluggish feeling intensified, along with a slight tingling sensation in her mouth and between her legs.  That feels so good…  Denise had lost track of time, she had no idea how long she had been under the water, but finally she realized it was time to get out, and she slowly moved her arm to turn off the water.

She still felt sluggish, and her limbs felt heavier than normal, but as she carefully stepped out of the shower, she started to feel a bit more normal again.  She stood on the mat in front of her bathroom mirror, picked up her hair dryer, and started blow-drying her hair.  As her head and body started to dry, her body felt lighter and lighter inside, and the tingling sensation in her mouth and between her legs intensified.   So strange… I felt so heavy before, but now, I feel so light, like I am floating on a cloud…and mmm, I feel sooo…ooooh…maybe I was out in the sun too long…

The sting on her back from earlier was starting to tingle, and itch a bit too.  Denise reached back, trying to scratch it, but she just couldn’t quite reach it.  As she continued to blow-dry her hair, she turned, trying to look at the itchy spot on her back.  She could see a tiny, raised white circle – it looked like a mosquito bite, all right.  She continued to brush and dry her hair, and every now and then she would try and scratch the itch with her hairbrush.  The tingling sensation began to not only intensify, but change, to more of a ‘pulling’ sensation.  She turned and looked at it again, and now, the tiny white dot was surrounded by a perfect circle of pale, pink skin.  Denise was just able to touch the pink with her finger; it felt oddly cool and much too smooth.  That’s the strangest-feeling mosquito bite I’ve ever gotten!  I feel so…different…something’s happening to me…it feels so good, sooo good, sooooooo good…

Denise turned off the hair dryer, which was suddenly becoming harder to hold on to, and looked at herself in the mirror.  As she did, the sensations between her legs overwhelmed her.  Her body shook as she climaxed, her eyes fluttering and her still-tingling mouth forming a perfect ‘O’.  Oh my God! That was the most intense orgasm…My whole body is tingling, every inch of my skin…My head feels so light, my body too, it’s like I am a balloon…

She stared into the mirror, and to her horror, she couldn’t move her mouth! It was frozen in that same ‘O’ shape.  She tried to scream, but she couldn’t even feel her throat muscles, it was like they weren’t even there.  Not a peep came out of her open mouth.   As she stared helplessly at her face, she could see her skin changing, taking on a shiny complexion, like plastic.  She tried to move her arms and legs, but it was like she was stuck!  She glanced down at her stomach, as her navel started to tingle, and then to her horror, it seemed to disappear, the plastic sheen spreading from there as well!  Oh my God, what’s happening to me!  This must be a dream, or a nightmare, this can’t be real!

At that moment, she heard her front door open, and footsteps heading in her direction.  Oh thank heavens, somebody’s here; I hope they find me soon!  I can’t stay like this, this is wrong, what’s happening to me?  Denise saw the reflection of the delivery woman walking towards her.  Oh good, maybe she knows what is going on, or at least she will see me and go for help!

The delivery woman walked up behind Denise, not saying a word.  Denise wanted so badly to scream out, but she couldn’t.  She felt the woman’s finger on her bare back, tracing over something that felt like bumps. Then, she heard the woman speak, and her voice seemed different this time, very monotone, almost robotic…

“SUZETech Delivery Unit ST-43, updating delivery log for June 19, 2014.  Logging activity for order number 105.”  Denise could feel the finger tracing over the bumps on her back, making a ‘1’ and then a ‘0’ and then a ‘5’.   “Name, Denise.  Order 105 is a 34-year-old female, height is five feet seven inches.”  Denise could see and feel the same finger tracing around her chest, then around her waist, and finally her hips.  “Order measurements are 36 D, 31, 36.  Skin color is dark tan.”  Oh my God, what is this woman? Is she some kind of robot?  And the way she is talking about me, like I’m an object, not a real person?  And why can’t I move? And why is there a number tattooed on my back?

ST-43 continued.  “Nanite injection successfully completed at 1426.  Order 105 activated nanites at 1453.”  Denise felt the finger tracing over and around her mouth, then felt it again, a few seconds later, do the same thing between her legs.  “Facial and vaginal remodeling is almost complete.”  Oh my God, what does all that mean? What are nanites, and what are they doing to me?  Is that why I feel so strange?  Facial and vaginal remodeling?  My skin looks so…plastic…and I feel so light, it’s like there’s nothing inside me but air…

Denise felt the finger as it traced all over her body.  “Dermal conversion is complete.  Transformation is complete at 1546.  Order 105 is ready for deflation, packaging, and transport.”  Deflation?  That’s impossible…I’m not an inflatable-oh my God, those care instructions on the lid…I’ve been turned into some kind of inflatable doll!  This can’t be real…this is just a bad dream…I am going to wake up any minute now…

The finger made its way to her back again, and Denise realized there was something else there, besides her ‘number’.  It was a valve…an air valve…and the ‘delivery unit’ was about to open it up.  Denise could feel the finger tugging on it.  She’s going to let all the air out of me!  What will happen to me then…I am so confused, how could this happen, why is it happening to me?

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.

The air began escaping, first from Denise’s back, then from her torso, arms, and legs, as her ‘body’ began to slide down towards the floor.  Her head was the last thing to deflate, and as the air disappeared from inside her head, so did all of her thoughts.  Ooooh…what a rush! It’s like…ooooh…my head feels sooo…empty…oooooh…

Denise was barely aware of anything now, as ST-43 knelt down next to her, and carefully folded her body into a neat and tidy cube, her face on top.  The delivery unit produced a plastic bag from a pack on its side and slid Denise into it, then placed her into the box…the same box that had been ‘delivered’ to Denise just a couple of hours before.  The lid went on, the box was sealed, and Denise was no longer aware of anything.

She was not aware that she was being carried out to a truck that was waiting near her house.  She was not aware that her box was the last one of the 105 boxes that constituted a full pallet of ‘inflatable sex dolls’.  She was not aware that the truck was pulling away, heading back to the SUZETech warehouse, where she and the other 104 ‘orders’ would sit until they were purchased and shipped to their new owners…