"....bro, seriously, what the fuck happened to you?!" Brian, your best friend since college, isn't exactly taking this well. You texted him to come over, which he did. And you explained what happened to you, which he finally believed. And now he's looking at you, unsure of what to do after you asked him to be your Owner.
"That's not important!" You might have cared once about what caused you to change. But you feel great as a maid-doll so why question it? Really, life couldn't be better. You look *amazing*, you've got a great prospective owner right here, your apartment's all neat, and serving Brian tea and snacks felt as good as cleaning! Life is pretty awesome. "What matters is whether or not you want to be my Owner!" You chirp that out. "I can cook and clean and do whatever you need me to!" Really, you haven't tried anything *but* cooking and cleaning, but you're trying to make a sale here.
"Of course it's fucking important!" He snaps. "Bro, what the fuck happened?! You're a chick, you're in that freaky ass outfit, and now you're going off on being a maid?! Something's seriously wrong here!" He's shouting that, trying to get himself under control. "Look, I brought my car, I can take you to a hospital or something..."
"I'm fine Master Brian" you curtsey and smile, reassuringly, hands on your dress feeling *delicious* as your curtsey, only reinforced by how good calling him "Master Brian" felt. "I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need an Owner." Your clear blue eyes look at him, begging for him to say yes. "I need you~."
He shakes his head. "Seriously, I...look...do you have any idea how freaky this is?!"
"No Master Brian! This feels perfectly normal." You smile a bit more, trying to comfort him. Hm. You had hoped he'd just say yes, maybe he'll need some convincing. "I need an Owner. And if it's not you, Master Brian, it'll have to be someone else. And I want it to be you!" You get down on your knees, looking up at him, begging. "Please? Please?"
"I..." He starts and then stops, sighing. "Look, why do you even need an owner in the first place?" Trying to reason with you. Silly Brian. Doesn't he know that dolls *have* to have owners!
"Because I'm a doll, Master Brian, duh~" You inch forward on your knees, hands reaching out to unbutton his pants.
"Ah?! Hey?! What the fuck?!" The young man jumps up from the couch, batting your hands away. Annoying! "Look...uh..." he's not going to say your name. You shushed him every time he tried. Dolls are named by their owners and you won't have a name until you get your Owner. "Look, you...I...this is really really fucked up. I mean, shit, I want my best friend back, not some weird doll-thing calling me Owner..."
Ugh, he's really dead set on you no longer being a doll. Maybe you could use that to your advantage. You think for a moment and nod. "Okay. How about a deal Master Brian. If you agree to become my Owner, I'll do my hardest to make things normal again." You look up at him. "P-Please?" After a few moments. "Please? I'll try my hardest!"
Brian looks at you and sighs. "I..."