"I'd like to proceed with becoming a figurine, please." you ask, again in a shy voice.
"Awesome!" she says. "Follow me, i'll take you to the transformation room. Our employees are busy transforming other people right now."
She steps out of her chair and goes to a nearby room with an iron door, locked with a password device. She quickly types four numbers and opens the door, and she gives you a sign to follow her with her hands. The room is just a big passage, with lots of other doors on the sides. She stops at one which is labeled as "Dolls and Plastic", with a password device as well. She opens the door and enters the room.
You're amazed by the sight: it's a big room, with lots of complicated machines and stuff which seems to be magic. But this worries you too, and you feel the need to ask her about it:
"Why are there some... magic staves and that kind of things?"
"Oh." she says. "All the machines change your physical form, but the magic artifacts ensure that you don't die, that you don't feel pain, reshape your mind so that you enjoy everything, and cast the spell which erases you from existance."
"So... about that "issue" you told me about..."
"Well, all of our devices are thoroughly tested, but when we tried these specific ones for the first time, with someone who wanted to become a Barbie doll only temporarily, it failed and the transformation ended up being permanent permanent. That's the only issue we've ever had in our story, and we were able to reverse the changes. Later on, we discovered that it's pretty much impossible to keep a plastic transformation for a set amount of time, so now we just provide permanent options, which are completely safe." she explains.
"Phew... that's a relief." you say, calmed down.
"Now... most transformations are instant, but this one is special, and it will feel like if you're a plastic figure being manufactured. Just strip off your clothes, step on the big platform there, and press the button that will appear when you do it. I'll pick you up when the changes are done."
"Amazing. Just another thing... why are there cameras?" you ask, pointing at the cameras in the roof.
"We keep a video copy of all process for an archive. Just in case we may need them. Now, I have to leave. Please, do what I told you." she says gently, as she comes back from the door she entered, and locks it again so you can't get away.
You do as she asked: you strip off your clothes and you step into the platform. A small control board is on the side, and a red button appears as you step up. And then, you press it...
Inmediately after, you loose balance over your legs and fall sit. Your legs start to loose form, and your upper body starts to change as well. Your hips widen, your chest grows bigger, and soon you're sporting a nice pair of breasts. Your hair grows longer and turns blue and your face takes a feminine form, and your bulge down there shrinks until it shrinks into nothingness, leaving a blank space where your vagina should be. You can also feel your voice changing, although that won't matter much. Soon, your legs are transformed into a single blue fish tail, with a majestic fin at the end.
You can't believe it, you're a real mermaid, but the process isn't done. A white top appears out of nowhere, and you put it on to cover your newfound breasts. Then, the last steps begin. You feel your body stiffening, like you can't control your body at all. A mechanical arm appears and lifts you up, as a big rock pops in the platform, and the arm leaves you there, and changes your pose to the one you saw in the catalog. All of this leaves you inmersed in a weird feeling, not being able to move, feeling so sexy...
And then, the last step takes place. A ray gun appears out of nowhere, and throws a big laser at you and the rock. It doesn't feels painful at all, but you feel even more stiffened than before. You realize you're starting to shrink and to change again. You shrink, and shrink, and shrink, until you are just a few inches tall. The laser is still affecting you, and you feel your insides dissapearing, your hair growing thicker, and all your body smoothening... and your face changing to an even smoother form, same as your eyes, which feel incredibily weird. Then, you feel yourself touching the rock, and the rock touching yourself, and yourself touching yourself! You can feel the rock as if it was a part of your body! Then, you hear a bell ringing, which means the transformation is complete.
You feel so small, so pretty, so cute... you try to get, but you can't force even the slightest of moves, for you have no muscles, and are just solid plastic. Solid plastic...
Minutes later, you spot Ashley, like a giantess, coming near you, and she picks you up with her huge hands, while saying "Awwww! You look so cute like that!" she says. You couldn't agree more, although you haven't taken a look at yourself. She takes you to the desk, which feels like an inmense plain now, and she takes a small mirror and puts it on your line of sight.
You're beautiful. You look just like an anime character, with the same cute blue eyes eyes, cute smile and cute face. You have long, thick hair which barely touches your hip, blue as well. Your gorgeous body has both cartoonish and perfect curves and a pair of breasts you can't measure, also of the perfect size: not too big, not too small, covered by the white top you put on earlier, turned into solid plastic as well. And your tail... oh god, your tail. It's blue, long, and majestic. Your fin at the tip is big and gorgeous as well, bent in a way which oozes sexy, and you're resting in a gray rock, which you can feel as if it was another part of your plastic body. But the most perfect part of you, is your paint. Different shades of blue cover both your eyes, tail and hair, painted in a careful and wonderful manner. But the painting of your tail is just... perfect. The scales are detailed, and it blends perfectly into your human half. All of this made of solid, small plastic. You are beautiful, cute, and perfect.
"You came out wonderfully. I know you'll love being plastic." she says, caressing your smooth hair, which feels like heaven. Your plastic skin is incredibly sensitive. "Now, listen carefully. You are an object right now, but a very alive one! You can hear, see, feel, hear and smell everything, but you can't taste. Of course, nobody will ever know except for you and me, since you can't communicate. Now, we're going to place you in a shelf and wait until someone buys you, and then your new life will begin. But we won't tell the customers that you are transformed, we'll tell them you're just a regular figure. Except for the fact that you will never break, paint off or collect dust. That's the best: you will never ever have a single particle of dust on you." she explains. After this, she picks you up and takes you to an empty shelf, where she leaves you, looking at the front.
It's been weeks since that, peaceful, and quiet weeks. You've lost count of time, but that shouldn't matter for an everlasting figure, shouldn't it? You love the feeling of being an inanimate object, not being able to move, and being considered for everyone except for Ashley, as nothing more than a mere plastic figure. Being displayed in a shelf, your only purpose in your new life, gets you inmersed into an ecstasic bliss which can't be described with words. Ashley has grown a bit attached to you: sometimes she'll take you out of the shelf and caress your smooth surface, tease you, compliment you... one time she even gave you a kiss on your tiny lips, something you will never ever forget. You've seen a lot of customers who came out as a lot of different things: statues, fountains, clothing, paintings, sex toys... some of them were transformed into figurines just like you, placed in the same shelf. You've seen one who was transformed into a mermaid which looked exactly like you. Unfortunately for you, someone entered the store later and wanted a mermaid figure, and bought her instead of you.
You just want to be bought, to have an owner who puts you into display so you can be even more fulfilled than now... but you can't do anything to force that, because a plastic figure can't do anything... until, finally, the opportunity happens, or at least it looks like that...