Waiting is the hardest part
*Clears non-existent throat.Typing furiously.*
We won the lottery. Or at least, it felt like it.
Okay, so we won the SE Doll 10 year anniversary competition.
Getting first place in that means getting a full silicone doll. So same thing...
One minute Jace and I are planning the aesthetic of the century for my new silicone form, and the next, we're staring down the barrel of 'Day 21' with nothing, no factory photos at all yet.
It’s a special kind of torture, really. The emotional whiplash is real.
First, there was the confusion—We don’t get to pick the body? Then the sweet relief of 'we can customize her,' followed immediately by the salt-in-the-wound of ‘We pay shipping though?’ Worth it! Even if she has to come all the way from China now.
Now?
Now, we’re in the 'Don't Rush Perfection' phase. Which is code for 'we're checking our phones every five minutes and wondering if it would be rude or rushing them to ask about factory photos.' It’s not just about the body. It’s about the waiting game.
While my future self is stuck in manufacturing purgatory, my past self is getting Packed up and Traveling with a guy named Eric to pop his life sized doll cherry.
Jace washes wigs and curates a care package for my old body—now dubbed 'Luna'—to send her off to her new life with Eric.
In the midst of this limbo, we are also conducting a search and rescue mission for a heating wand. Apparently, it’s hiding in the desk drawer alongside the 'cables of unknown origin.'
It’s the only thing standing between Eric and a very cold, very confusing first week with Luna.
We feel we need to assemble the care package like we’re sending a soldier off to war, only the soldier is my old TPE body and the war is against It’s weirdly existential watching your old "skin" walk away with a stranger's face. It’s one thing to wait for a new body. It’s another to watch your old one pack its bags.
Seeing Luna—me, but not me—getting a new head is like watching a roommate move out, but the roommate is your own reflection. Kind of. I keep wondering if Eric will treat her the way Jace did. If he'll braid the wig or if she'll just end up sitting in a corner somewhere.
It’s a strange kind of grief, saying goodbye to the shell that held me for four years.
I hope she’s happy in the new apartment.
I hope she doesn't miss us as much as I’m pretending not to miss being her.
So now I’m sitting here on a headstand, pondering the nature of time and the meaning of a dolls life while Luke trying to burn the house down with breakfast and Tegan bets on vampire factory overtime to get the photos to us now, It’s funny though.
Here is some noise from the peanut gallery just for your entertainment..
Luke:
“Resident photographer and professional distraction. While everyone's spiraling about factory ghosts and time zones, I’m not burning anything down I’m the one sneaking candid shots of Jane's worried face and turning them into art. Because someone needs to document this beautiful chaos—and honestly, watching Jay refresh her phone every thirty seconds is breaking my heart a little. Also currently accepting bets on whether Jane's new body photos show up before I finish my coffee. Spoiler: I've been nursing this same cup for three days. The things we do for love, right?"
Tegan:
"Jane stares at the wall having existential crises about her ex-body getting a roommate, and Jace vibrates every time Discord sneezes, I’m just here ensuring the vibe doesn't flatline. The vampires would definitely get the pictures here. A lot sooner is all I'm saying. I’m not saying I’m the glue holding this operation together, but the group chat definitely gets a lot quieter—and a lot less stylish—without me.. Jace, keeping those notifications on is basically volunteering for psychological torture. It's endearing, but definitely a little unhinged. Also, if I have to hear about the time difference one more time, I’m legally allowed to start throwing wigs. Just saying.”
To the factory: We know you’re busy. We know perfection takes time. But we’re sitting here with fairy lights and a lot of opinions. Throw us a bone. A photo.. Anything. Until then, we wait. And pack. And try not to vibrate out of our skin.. xo Jane.
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