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Your eyes flutter open and you can see. But you can’t move…. Why can’t you move!?

Oh sweetie, I’m sorry if this is all scaring you. I can’t let you move just yet. I’m not done fixing your joints

The woman in front of you was familiar. You couldn’t place it, but you knew her. And she seemed to read your worries despite your immobile state

Slowly some of your memories come trickling in. You remember being at a club… why were you there? You remember meeting the woman in front of you, though she was as dressed much differently, and then your memories fade back into a blurry haze

The woman changes where you’re looking so you’re looking down at your body…. It looked wrong right you knew this was your body, but it was a new one. You could see your joints exposed and they looked so pretty. You see hands gingerly taking one of your hands and a soft glow pulses into your arm. It feels so pleasant…

What was wrong with you. Why were you here why was your body wrong perfect you tried to struggle and will yourself to move. To run. To get out but your perfect body refused to move…

That’s right. You weren’t supposed to move during maintenance. How silly. You think to yourself. This lovely woman was taking such good care to help fix you again

That’s a good doll settle back down and let me finish what I’m doing and you can go back to work

You were always so forgetful, but she didn’t mind, you were out with your witch and you got bumped to the ground so you had to go back home to be repaired. It all made sense now, you relaxed as mistress continued to delicately repair your joints. You’d have to thank her later when you could move again, but it shouldn’t be much longer. You felt your sensations dulling as you slipped back into rest mode, but you faintly hear your mistress saying something as you slipped away

neurodivergency - feeling like an alien, foreign to this wierd planet and its customs and feeling like you missed some guide on how to be human and have been trying to adapt/wing it since a young age to merely mimick being a human being based on what your surroundings have taught you.

bpd - feeling like you died years ago, a shell of a human no long fit for human existence and past its prime/expiration date and not feeling fit to continue or fit in in this world yet just continuing on as a husk that nether the less continued moving along.

dollhood - feeling like your pretending to be a person, an object that should not have to have such complicated internal thoughts and is being misstreated by having to pretend to be human instead of letting go and being a doll.