"You're such a phony, plastic bitch Jen. It's only fitting that you end up with your perfect match." Kyle was seething with wrath as he began to twist together Jen's fate.
"I dare you to develop a deep sexual attraction to inanimate sex dolls. It will begin as a curiosity. You'll find yourself googling images of them, checking out realdoll sellers, and generally finding them attractive. Soon you'll find your attraction to human partners slipping away. You'll find real human partners imperfect and gross, and you'll wonder how anyone can enjoy such a sexual relationship. More and more, your longing for a sex doll will grow until you finally buy one."
Jen shook her head, "Why am I still listening to this freak?" She thoght. "Sex dolls? What kind of creep would own a sex doll... No matter how perfect and smooth their bodies are."
Kyle continued "...And that's when the fun really begins for you Jen. You will truly love your sex doll. You will worship your sex doll. You will see it as more than a human being. You will see it as the ultimate partner. You will buy it gifts and sexy lingerie. You will introduce it to your friends and family. Eventually, you will seek to marry it... I think I'm actually doing you a favor here, you get the love of your life! No matter how demeaning and embarrassing it will be for you. Your soulmate will be a piece of silicone playoff. That's exactly who you deserve.
"Kyle, you're a pervert freak. When I report you for this creepy call, you're going to find yourself..."
Kyle interrupted "...oh yeah. And the second you hang up for your phone, you'll forget this call entirely." *click*
Jen looked at her phone with disgust and confusion. She quickly started to make a mental list of people she could report Kyle to, as she pressed the red button to finally close the call. "Now who was I going to call?" Jen curiously asked herself, wondering what she intended to do with the phone she was holding. "Huh. It must not have been important."