"Wait wait wait, this job entails WHAT?" You exasperate. You're sitting in a nice comfy office with no windows.
In front of you across the table is a being of maybe plastic or rubber. They are bright pink (like cotton candy pink). Her green eyes look painted on. Their hands and feet are more like paws (with a opposable thumb for the hands), a long tail snake behind them, and their head is that of a cartoonish feline. Their figure is that of an laughable exaggerated female like out of an anime parody. They are also technically sexless. They have no nipples, no belly button, no vagina, and you're sure their rear is sealed up as well. Nothing but smooth shinny plastic/rubber. Her pointy white teeth are as plastic as the rest of her.
"Did I misspeak? If you accept this job, you will be turned into one of us. A doll, a toy, an object, property. No longer legally a person. Something to be owned. I'll be happy to welcome you as a new sister."
"WHAT LUNATIC WOULD EVER ACCEPT THAT!"
She narrowed her painted eyes at me. "You for starters. Don't deny it. Your job application is garbage. No one else would accept you. We are your one chance to have purpose in your finite existence."
"And just be used an abused by some rich jerks?"
"Actually, while you will see yourself and the rest of us as property, with no sense of modesty as you can see with me, we are legally required that you retain one spark of agency that you can consciously refuse servicing in pleasures of the flesh without repercussions and are legally protected in that decision."
"Joy." You say flatly.
"There's the door," she pointed. "If you have any other job interviews lined up, feel free to take them. Or if you have any family willing to tolerate you doing nothing with your life. But seriously, we both know you don't. On the bright side, you will be immortal, immune to all diseases, unpoppable, unpiercable, and I promise we and the rest of our sisterhood will actively consider your well being and welcome you as an equal... which is a heck of a lot more than you can expect from well, any other company with book-lickers, backstabbers, and sociopaths. We don't pretend that you'll be anything that every company on Earth will already see you as, something they own. We just aren't lying when we say we'll care about you."
What you hated most, was how completely right she was. You had nowhere else to go.
"Are you serious about 'no means no' is legally protected under my contract?" You'd had enough of that at the last restaurant you worked at.
"I swear to God, yes."
You signed the contract.
"Welcome to the family sister. As a singing bonus, you'll be free to decide what animal and color your new self will be."
"Are you all giant breasts spoofs?"
"Got to give the customers what they want."
"So why are you missing certain... things?"
"Our creator felt it help us from being seen as just cheap love dolls. You'll find our resort is very popular with those who can afford. You'll find your sense of shame and modesty will be among the things your mind will be cleansed of. Just stepped through the door on your right and enter the color and species style anthro doll you wish to be made into sis'."
"... So what your name?"
"... While we legally have names, we prefer not to use them. It distracts from our reality of being objects."
"Gotcha, so do I need to strip or-"
"You can if you want. Your clothes will just go into the incinerator anyway. You're free to keep keepsakes, but that's about it."
You step inside the door, it's almost the size of a closet. But a panel turns on as the door locks. On it is a selection of colors and nearly animal you can think of. What do you choose to become?