"Hello, you must be the doll named Emma. I'm Bob Evers. I'm the man that gave you the suit that made you like this." The man explained to me.
"What? I've a-" I felt my mouth stop moving on its own. Then, I remembered that I couldn't move it or talk at all. Dolls didn't need to talk, and I was a doll. My mouth was for sucking cocks, not for talking. The thought of me having ever been able to talk was absurd, and seemed crazy. I've never been able to talk.
"Here, suck on this." Bob handed me a dildo. I wasted no time sucking on it. I pushed it into my mouth as far as I could make it go before going up and down on it. It felt very good. Suddenly, I felt my arms slowly becoming stiffer and stiffer. Eventually, I couldn't move them. Not that I ever could. I can't move, I'm an inanimate love doll. I've never been able to move, because that's for whoever is using me to do.
Slowly, my mind began to fog again. When I came too, I remembered everything. I was able to move again, thankfully. I sat up, and took the dildo out of my mouth.
"Whoa, what happened?" I asked Bob.
"Your suit malfunctioned, and made you lose your memories, while making you think that your boyfriend was your owner, and that you were his sex doll." He explained.
"Can I be changed back to normal?"
"No... Incidents like this are rare, but when they happen, you can't go back to normal," Bob explained further, "Meaning you're stuck as a love doll..."