Cloned Doll: Diaspora

The people I'm with here, they don't treat me well. It wouldn't be a problem if I was in my own body and felt like my own self. It's strange...I don't know if it is me that changed, or this body that changed me.

Oh yeah, and they took my voice.

So, when I'm volunteered to distract the weird device, to let them pull a lever so we can escape yet another room...I can't argue, well, enough to get out of doing it.

Worse, I can't tell them my thoughts and ideas. I don't think we're getting out of here, ever. And why the heck did they give me a girl's body? It's not just that, it's that they gave me one with no strength, no muscles. It's just not fair.

Can I still be me with a different body? With this body of curves? I just don't know.

Great, another room, when will this end? This has to be a dream.

(Warning: This book contains adult sexually explicit, and fetish content.)