The doll walked the city with a happy bounce in her step. Only an hour earlier a miserable and hopeless woman named Anya had walked these same streets.
She felt energized as the warm sunlight hit her shining nude body. This wasn't just joy at a beautiful day, her skin was converting the heat directly into electricity and charging the capacitive aerogel that comprised most of her insides. She could feel this happening, but it was only a feeling. Her mind was not that of a machine, she had no internal diagnostics or data.
She attracted plenty of attention. Not only were dolls quite uncommon; they were usually one color (perhaps a second as an accent), short and cartoonish. The leopard's colorful tall leggy frame made her a rarity among rarities.
She liked it though, she knew seeing her was livening up people's existence. The guys in particular seemed to enjoy watching her, especially the bounce of her ample chest. While her curves were gravity defying (thanks to the low density of the gel that filled her), they had more than enough fluid motion to be absolutely hypnotic as she walked along.
She even started being a bit of a tease. When she reached a curb or other obstruction, she gave an exaggerated leap, flipping her long tail up high. This showed off the perfect bubbly shape of her ass, but also confirmed that dolls truly did lack any openings down there.
One guy asked for a selfie, which she gladly accepted. They squeezed together tightly, his arm wrapping around her and rested on her flat bellybutton-less stomach. The feel of his body pressed against her sensitive synthetic skin filled her with warmth and satisfaction.
The doll had been enjoying her walk so much that the appearance of the high stone wall surrounding Tatiana's home surprised her.
At the gate was a callbox and camera. The doll pressed the call button without hesitation. She wasn't capable of being nervous. The dolls ability to feel negative emotions at all was greatly reduced; she would never be stressed, depressed, or bored. Fear, anger, or worry could only be felt for other people, never about herself. On the other hand, all positive emotions were amplified. She truly had a greater capacity for love, happiness, and satisfaction than a person.
Tatiana's familiar voice came out of the call box speaker and the gate started to open.
'Hello! Wow, you must be my doll. Sorry, they just called me minutes ago to tell me they were accepting my request. I didn't expect you here this soon!'
The leopard smiled, feeling tingles just at the sound of her Mistress's voice. 'Yes, Mistress, I'll be right in!'
As the doll walked into the property, she looked around with fresh eyes. Anya had been here once, for a housewarming party right after Tatiana bought it. This had actually been the last time they spoke, ending in a shouting match with Anya accusing her twin of doing all this to show off.
As she walked, the noise of the city faded into the background, and the sun came back into view from behind the surrounding skyscrapers.
The doll realized how wrong her human self had been. Her former twin was never one for publicity events or talk show appearances. For all her fame, she avoided the spotlight as much as she could. Tatiana needed the city and it's people for inspiration for her writings. At the same time she rejected city life and wanted the crowds and noise at arm's length. This house was meant as a refuge, nothing more. The grounds were actually poorly maintained, far from the glittering trophy of Anya's distorted memory.
Reaching the porch, the door was open, with Tatiana Karanova standing on the threshold.
Thirty six years old, she was slender to the point of suggesting anorexia. Her long blonde hair hung in a single braid that touched her waist. Dark circles under her eyes defied her attempts at concealment with make-up.
Anya and Tatiana had been identical through their early teens, even their parents struggled to tell them apart. Short, blonde, and slightly heavy; the pranks they played together were some of the few times the two ever got along.
Then at thirteen, Tatiana had discovered her love of writing, so much that she would often skip meals when working on a story. A few years later, Tatiana was the slender, pretty, popular one; Anya the bullied fat sister.
While the doll was aware of all of this painful history, it didn't bother her at all. She greeted her Mistress with sincerity.
'Hello Mistress Karanova! This doll is here you serve you and provide for your happiness.'