You stepped through into the child's products line. One thing you've noticed is that you haven't seen a single human staff member. All those employed here are naked rubber brightly colored anthros who were basically living rubbery pool toys. Made sense, they likely were paid less, and the company had a air tight contract on their services until the end of eternity.
With several other naked people of various ages, genders, and skin color you stood in a line. None of you say anything. You were just raw material to be processed now.
A bright green male stork with a clip board comes down the line, you remember that their wings aren't just for show. "Living Baby doll, one." He said to the first person in line, and they went through the door the stork pointed. "Living Me size-Barbie, one." He pointed at another door as the living raw material went through.
"Nannies, playmates, governess- two. Plush. Mongoose. Twins. Pastel pink."
You started and looked at the person next to you who did the same. You were going to be siblings soon, and were going to spent eternity together with whatever family was about to buy you both, or rather, what you would become. Without a word, the two of you stepped into the door the stork pointed at.
Onto a conveyor belt you both went. You found your bodies paralyzed as feet came together and arms at your sides. The light shines over the both of you. Your bodies seal up, and sexual traits you had vanish. Your feel your bodies' inside turning to cotton, you stop needing to breath. Thanks to a mirror set nearby, you see your skin turn to felt, and pink plus fur sprouts over both your bodies. Your bodies stretch and belong slender as your ears vanish. Your face extends out and you gain a tiny plastic black nose, and your eyes become red glass. Your feet and hands become paws, a slender furry tail grows out behind you.
Your maid uniforms were not so much dressed on you as as sewn onto you. You didn't feel pain as the machines did so (why SHOULD a stuffed animal feel pain?). A bow is sewn into your hair. All that happens to you, happens to your twin.
The two of you stepped off the transformation line, waiting to be tested by product quality and then be inspected by your soon to be owners along with your twin. Someone has set up the 'happy birthday' jingle to play as you step off, your old life is over, and your new life has begun. You giggle at the song, and so does your twin.
You hoped your owners gave you names, but if they don't that was fine too. You just hope that you are satisfactory to your owners and make their child and their children's children all very happy. You also feel a great relief that sets are per contract ALWAYS kept together. You and your twin look at each other, and the idea of being separated terrifies you. You and your identical twin stand in line behind other living toys waiting quality control and final buyer inspection.