Candi (Jimmy)

I used to be Jimmy. I was the kind of man no one noticed—until Emily did. She was kind, protective, and impossibly confident. When she chose me, I felt lucky enough to ignore everything that should have scared me: her rules, her dolls, the way she liked things quiet and controlled. The factory was supposed to be a gift. Instead, it became the place where I lost my body. Something went wrong with the machines. Or maybe nothing did. When I woke up, I was restrained, reshaped, sealed into something soft, smooth, and unmoving. Emily said it was an accident. She said she’d take care of me. She gave me a new name—Candi—because it sounded “cuter.” Now I stand in her Doll Room, posed and maintained. I’m dressed, adjusted, checked on, and spoken to gently, as if I no longer understand myself. My needs are handled for me. My dignity is not considered. I am aware of everything. I just don’t get a say.