A man in a white coat walked over to her and picked her up while she was still coming out of the hypnosis and placed her into a metal stand, which securely snapped around her waist after it was pushed against it. The stand was just some lab equipment meant to hold beakers, but given her new size and body, the clamps would do just fine for restraining her movements.
Mara placed her hands on her exaggerated hips and frowned. This man wasn't Mistress. No, that wasn't what was important right now. Or... was it? She couldn't tell anymore. Who was she? The name Mara definitely feels comfortable, but for some reason, the name Mark does too, but just slightly not as much. Well, since she is a she, currently speaking, using the name Mara should be fine.
Having decided on an identity, for now at least, Mara relaxed a slight amount. The tall man sat down in the chair before her and looked down at her. She shifted her weight to her other side and waited for what would happen next, growing kind of annoyed in the process.
"Do you know who you are?" Asked the man.
"Mara is Mara, obviously." Replied Mara wetly. It was the best she could do with her new mouth structure. Her plastic finger nails began clacking against her plastic hips as she waited impatiently to be released.
"Is that so... alright. Now Mara, what are you?"
"Seriously? Obviously Mara is a... um... huh." Mara came to a stop as she found it hard to identify herself once again. Wasn't she a doll? That made the most sense to her. But why did she feel that calling herself human was the better answer? Humans are not this small. But she was made to be this small just a few weeks ago.
"Well?" asked the scientist.
"Yeah yeah. Mara is a doll, Mara guesses."
"You guess?"
"Does this really matter?"
"No, I guess not. So I will just mark you down as a doll for now."
"Perfect, now can you let Mara go now?"
"Will you try to run?"
"Why would Mara run? Where would Mara even go? Mara can't even reach the door nob. Mara just want to mince around the table top for a bit is all."
The scientist nodded and pulled Mara's waist out of the clamp. She checked her finish, making sure she wasn't scratched or anything, then proceeded to start pacing. Her ballet boot clad feet were expertly trained to only fit into theses kinds of footwear, and she had no issue with that. Not only were they hot, but they made her look even sexier for her Mistress.
The dolls hips still could sway, and boy did they ever. While her skin had been adapted to become a pretty sturdy plastic, it was still rather flexible, and allowed her body to shake and jiggle under the proper conditions. Her ample bust bounced with each step as her hair fluttered behind her.
The skinny jeans she wore were barely held up by the curve of her ass and hips, but were in no risk of falling down either because of them too. And her taught narrow midriff was on full display. She would be a total knockout beauty if only she were not doll sized.
"Next, since you claim to be a doll, who do you belong to?"
"Mara belongs to Mistress Dayan."
"Do you like Dayan?"
"Mmm hmm"
"Why?"
"Mistress plays with Mara."
"Alright. Final question. If you hypothetically could, would you want to become human sized? You would still be a doll, but maybe you could be an advanced sex doll or something?"
"Mara can be big again? Mara would really like that! Please make Mara big again. Mara is sure Mistress Dayan would enjoy playing with Mara even more if Mara was human sized!" Mara's doll-like face lit up in excitement at the idea of being human sized once again. And while she was happy to be doll sized for her Mistress, as that allowed Mistress to lift her up, but she would rather play along with her Mistress.