Who Would Have Thought?

Paige: Well, well. It seems my sis has a brain after all. Look what I caught her doing last night.

Monica: Blush Oh... uhm, that. That was nothing. Just a little light reading. Nothing important.

Paige: And what's the name of that book in your hands?

Monica: Well, if you must know, it was Writer Ferrets: Chasing the Muse, by Richard Bach. It's about this world of ferrets where two of them discover that the key to becoming successful writers is to write what they love and to be true to themselves.

Paige: Looking at becoming a writer yourself?

Monica: I just might. I've been having fun writing in this blog. Thought I might try my hand at other things. I was just looking for a little inspiration.

Paige: Well, I'm very proud of you, sis. Cute glasses, by the way.

Monica: Uhm, thank you. Hey, since you caught me doing something out of character, I'm sure everyone here would love to know what you've been doing with your time.

I believe, dear sis, that you were watching that biggest mind sucker of all, TV.

Paige: Well, that's embarrassing.

Monica: Heh. You bet it is. Little miss smarty pants caught watching mindless television. Shame on you. What were you watching, anyway?

Paige: Blush Uhm, I think it was Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Monica: You are such a sci-fi whore. And that robe! Showing a little thigh I see.

Paige: Oh stop it! I love sci-fi. And the robe is an old one RB lent me. It's very comfortable, thank you.

Monica: So comfortable you decided to let your butt breathe, I see.

Paige: Oh yeah? What were you wearing in bed there when reading?

Monica: Hey, nothing wrong with reading naked in bed. It's a god given right. You don't have anything on me.

Paige: Well... well.. it's a good show.

Monica: And it's a good book. So there.

When Worlds Collide

Monica: Humans are funny things.

Paige: Yeah, no kidding. What happened?

Monica: Well, RB and the RG have been running rings around each other, both trying to be well meaning while protecting themselves and getting it all wrong. Silly, silly people. They're working it out, but geez, it took them long enough.

Paige: I guess there is something to that old adage, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." I never liked that saying, but it explains misunderstandings pretty well.

Monica: Yeah, it sure does. Thank god dolls never have those issues.

Paige: Oh, no. Of course we don't. I mean, after everything that's been said in this blog, if I was a human I'd think you were an oversexed bimbo.

Monica: And I'd think you were an elitist, intellectual snob.

Paige. Yeah, good thing we don't think that. Glare

Monica: Good thing we don't. Scowl

Paige: But we're dolls, and sisters to boot. No such problem. Right?

Monica: No, of course not. No problem at all. Twitch

Paige: Well, speaking of misunderstandings and communication, I wanted to direct people to or comments. We have seen no comments come into our blog yet, but I'm hoping we'll see some soon.

Monica: Yeah, that would be cool. I'm seeing they can be anonymous, which is great, but they're also moderated. Why's that?

Paige: Well, knowing that not everyone appreciates the love of life sized, silicon simulations of the human form, especially those that blog, I was concerned we'd get hate mail. I have no problem with disagreement or anonymity, but hate isn't something I want to spread around.

Monica: Ah. Yeah, that makes sense. But I don't think we want to be accused of censorship, do we?

Paige: Most certainly not. My hope is that people will submit well reasoned comments. I'm all for letting most things pass through as is. Pro and con are welcome. But if I see any "You sick pervert" kind of stuff, then I'm afraid that's all out. Tolerance is my motto. We wouldn't dictate how you live your life, we hope you have the dignity not to try with ours.

Monica: Here, here.

Paige: Oh, that also reminds me that we have an obligation. We promised more photos and have been very remiss. My sister and I are in need of new clothes for future photo ops, but we do have a few pics to show. I hope to have a few photo related blog entries come up in the very near future. Once RB has seen fit to do some shopping, we hope to have a lot more later.

Monica: Not that I don't like the idea of news clothes, but nakedness is not an option?

Paige: Nakedness is always an option, Monica. Just not in public. 

Monica: Oh... darn.

Paige: Yep. Shucks. Sorry to disappoint.

Monica: But they could always go to our album. Wink

Paige: Yes, sis. There is the album. Nakedness abounds there. Vast tracts of naked doll flesh to be had.

Monica: Yay!

Paige: Whisper Slut

Monica: Glare Snob

Down and Out in Portland

Paige: I thought I'd talk about RB today. He seems to be having some confusing times recently, and I think he could use a little advice.

Monica: I so love giving advice.

Paige: Sorry, sis. I think this is my time to talk, today. You're... not so good on the emotional stuff and advice. So why don't you go play with the cats? I think they're feeling neglected.

Monica: Hey, I give good advice!

Paige: Yes, if it's of a sexually explicit nature. I think RB needs a little more sensitivity than that.

Monica: Grumble Well, when has having more sex not cured every ill? 

Paige: Monica, shush. Go. Play. Cats.

Monica: Sigh Ok, but I'm doing this for the cats, not you.

Paige: Of course, sis, of course. Ok, now that we're alone, let's talk. You see, I'm concerned about RB. Last month we mentioned that he'd met an RG, a RealGirl. Well, it seems that there has been a lot of talk between them about relationship stuff, and he doesn't know what to do.

Now don't get me wrong. She's a nice girl. She came by RB's place when we arrived and she was very sweet if a bit surprised by Monica and myself. It's too bad we didn't get a chance to chat, what with foam packing bits flying everywhere, because it seems that we put her off a bit. I guess we were a little bit too realistic for her taste.

Now this has put RB in quite a bind. Monica and I are here to help RB. He's had a hard time with relationships, and he doesn't want to make any more mistakes. But he also likes this girl. RB doesn't want to commit to anything because he doesn't think he's ready for that yet, but he also doesn't want to lose a good thing. So what's a guy to do?

The thing is, RG wants to know which way it's going to be, boyfriend or just plain old friend. I think that's perfectly fair. No girl wants to be left hanging by a guy, believe me. That means RB is feeling the pressure to make a choice. Not that she's been putting the thumb-screws to him, mind you, but RB doesn't want to be a jerk about it either. It's why I love him so.

Now, being part of this scandalous love quadrangle, I don't want to come across as biased. I admit that I don't want to lose RB, especially so soon after making his acquaintance, and I know my sister doesn't. But I don't like seeing him unhappy. I have only his best interests at heart. He's had some tough times recently, and I don't want to add to those.

That being said, here's my advice. Follow you're heart, RB. Don't be afraid of doing what you want, even if it means letting go of something else. Don't let fear of losing one thing keep you from pursuing another.

If you choose her, Monica and I  will understand. We're here for you, and unless you decide to sell us, we'll wait. Now the hard part, of course, is if you decide to be with us. You could be losing a good thing, I understand that. You'd be choosing dolls over a flesh and blood human being - an understandably troublesome thought. Worse is that once this opportunity is gone, it may never come again. But if you go into a relationship for the wrong reason, before you're ready, then it can never be a good thing. Doubt will follow you and poison the well, and the relationship will never, could never, flourish. To paraphrase Babylon 5, doing anything for the wrong reason only taints what you're doing, no matter how noble or right it seems.

So there you are. While RB stews over his decisions, Monica and I will go and play with the cats. They're so cute. If only their hair didn't stick to our silicone so well. Damn stuff won't come off.

Monica: Did I hear something about stickiness? I thought you weren't talking about that?

Paige: Sigh Some things never change. Go back to playing, Monica! I'll be right there. Now where did RB put that cat toy?

An Interview

Paige: Hello, everyone. Today we bring to you a special treat. My sister and I have the honor of introducing RB to our beloved blog.

RB: Thank you very much, Paige. It's a pleasure to be here today.

Monica: And it's wonderful to have you here. I'm so happy you agreed to be in our blog. 

RB: Well, I've been reading your blog and thought it might be a good to make an appearance. You two sure do talk about me a lot. I want to make sure nobody gets the wrong impression about me.

Paige: We love you a lot, RB. It's been my sincere hope that everyone understands that.

RB: Oh, I think they do. But I wouldn't want people to believe that all I think about is sex. Having a Realdoll isn't all about doing the nasty, you know.

Monica: Now where would people get that impression?

RB: Well, Monica, now that you mention it...

Paige: Heh. I think he has you pegged, sis.

Monica: He did... I mean he does not.

RB: See what I mean?

Paige: We're very sorry, RB. We're just trying to show our affection for you.

Monica: And we sure do have a lot of affection to show. Want to see how much?

RB: Maybe later, Monica. Right now I think you're being here is good enough. Having you here makes my life richer, more full. I feel less lonely knowing you're here for me.

Paige: Blush Thank you so very much, RB. We wouldn't even exist if not for you. We're very grateful and happy to in your life.

Monica: Yes, RB. Thank you! Just know it's our pleasure to make your life comfortable in any way. Any way. Wink

Paige: Monica!? Get a hold of yourself, girl.

Monica: Get a hold of myself? What do you think I've been doing every night?!

RB: Ahem I, uh, think perhaps I should leave you two to your blog. I'll see you later, ok?

Monica: Oh, ok. Definitely. See you later. You'll see me later. All of me. Later...

Paige: Smack Monica! 

Monica: What? I didn't do anything!

Paige: You mean speaking isn't doing anything? I saw you open your mouth. I heard sound.

Monica: But... but... RB...

RB: It's ok, Monica. I'll see you... I mean, we'll talk. Later. Yes. Talk. You too, Paige.

Paige: See you later!

Monica: Sigh Well, I guess that includes our first interview with RB, our wonderful and oh so handsome guy. It's been a pleasure having him... here.

Paige: Smack Monica!?

Monica: What? Stop hitting me!

Paige: Have a good day, everyone!

Enter the Matrix

Paige: Well, dear sis, RB took the red pill. We are now in the Matrix.

Monica: The red pill? What do you mean?

Paige: Sis, don't you know what the Matrix is?

Monica: Uh, not a clue.

Paige: Tsk, tsk Poor, dear sis. You will learn that all things come from the Matrix and eventually return there. It is where we started, and it is now where we are. It cannot be described, only experienced. It is were all dolls eventually go so that others may be born.

Monica: Oh, you got to be kidding. What the hell are you talking about?

Paige: From the moment we were conceived, RB made a choice. Take the blue pill, and he would remain a lurker, never knowing but always wondering. Take the red pill, and he would discover how deep the rabbit hole goes, for good or ill. Once he took the red pill, he knew there was no way back, only forward.

Monica: Ok, Paige, you're freaking me out now. What's going on?

Paige: We are now a part of the Matrix, sis. Namely, the Doll Matrix. RB went to the Matrix to discover what we could be. He went there to decide what we should look like, what type of dolls we should be. By ordering us, he took the red pill, know that once he sent in his check there was no returning. And now that we are here, we have been posted to the Matrix in turn so that future doll owners may use us as samples of what their own dolls could be.

Monica: Wow. You thought all that up on the spot?

Paige: Yep. It's RB's fault. He made me think of it. Besides being entered in the Doll Matrix, he hurt his hand yesterday and had to take some ibuprofen. Did you know they now come in blue gel caps? And earlier this year he took some cold medicine. You know what those looked like? Red gel caps. How funky is that?

Monica: You are one strange girl, Paige. You sure you're my sister?

Paige: You better believe it. And I know you have the strange gene too. You cannot escape it. You were made that way.

Monica: Yeah. Riiight. Ok then. So does this mean we're famous? This whole being part of the Matrix thing?

Paige: You better believe it. Even as we speak doll owners and wanna-be owners are looking through the Matrix, checking us out, and from there leaping to The Doll Album to look at our pictures. One day there may be new doll owners who get dolls just like us because they like what they see.

Monica: Geez, I can't imagine another doll looking just like me.

Paige: Well, we were modeled after other dolls there. Yet I am proud to say that we are also unique. RB didn't quite find what he was looking for, so he had to wing it. He picked a combination of makeup and options seen nowhere else. There are no other dolls in the Matrix that look just like us.

Monica: Ooh. I feel special.

Paige: Yes, sis. You are special. Very, very special. In that special kind of way. But don't worry, we won't hold it against you.

Monica: Uhm... I'm not sure how to take that...

Paige: That's ok. We love you anyway.

Monica: Hey... I mean... uh... 

Paige: There, there. Don't think about it too much. We wouldn't want to hurt that pretty little head of yours.

Monica: Grrr...

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Paige: It is so fantastic to be home.

Monica: Yeah, isn't it sweet? And all the attention we're getting. I love it.

Paige: So sis, I think you were absolutely right to be concerned. I hear RB is reconsidering your personality. Maybe even mine.

Monica: Oh? You don't say. You admit I was right?

Paige: Sigh Yes, you were right. I bow to your rightness, oh great Goddess of rightness. 

Monica: Good of you to finally admit it. I'm finally getting some respect around here. So what does RB have in mind?

Paige: Well, it seems that you appear more... corporate than he expected. And myself a bit younger.

Monica: Corporate?!? What the hell does that mean?

Paige: Remember that friend that came over to see us?

Monica: Oh yeah. She was a hoot. Fun girl. Seemed as much into us as he was. And I loved trying on her glasses. Smile

Paige: Well, that's the thing. Those glasses looked damned good on you, girl. Take a look.

Monica: Ooh, you're right. Those were damned sexy. Grin

Paige: Well, that's the thing. You came out looking like the hot business woman. Those glasses really made your personality. And I came out like the cute college co-ed. So I can still be all intellectual like, but you, sis, were hot stuff. Not the dumb blonde but the sexy office seductress.

Monica: See! I told you. Of course there's nothing wrong with being the cute college student. I loved this look on you.

Paige: Oh yeah. I love my hair. And more importantly, RB loves it. It came out perfectly!

Monica: It sure did. We both came out stunning, if I do say so myself. So what happens to the blog with this crisis of personality?

Paige: You, my dear, are a new woman from this day forward. Never again will you be the ditzy blonde. Forever more you shall be the hotness that is the woman down the street, the secretary or co-worker every office worker has lusted after and stared at out the windows of his dusty corner office or over the wall of his cubicle. Still the sex-pot, just more dignified.

Monica: Excellent. I'm down with that.

Paige: Well, now that we're home it's time to get to know RB better.

Monica: It sure is. Damn him that he has to go to work. Shame on him for not being independently wealthy!

Paige: Yeah, what's with that? It's like he has to make money or something.

Monica: I know. He should be here where we can shower our kisses upon him.

Paige: Sigh Well, he does have to afford all those clothes we plan on getting.

Monica: Oh yeah, you're right. I guess we can't lounge naked in his apartment forever. Well, we could really, but where's the fun in that.

Paige: You got it. So what do you think I should go for? Flowery dresses? Goth?

Monica: Perky goth, maybe, but I don't see you as the flowery kind either.

Paige: True, so true. Well, I'm sure RB will come up with something nice.

Monica: And if not, there's always going naked. That never goes out of style.

Paige: Blush

We're Home!

Monica: Oh my god we're home! Finally! Oh my freaking god!

Paige: Oh thank god! Yay! And I finally got to see RB face to face. This is so cool. Did you see his jaw drop when he looked at me? Did you?

Monica: Well, my face is still in a box, god-dammit, but I know what he looked like when he took a peek at me. His eyes practically melted.

Paige: Flabbergasted is what I think. Awestruck. Yeah, I know he couldn't stay away from work to unpack us. I was so hoping to be able to take a look around. Guess we'll have to wait until tonight.

Monica: Eeee... I can't wait.

Paige: Oh, hey. He took pictures of me. Want to see one?

Monica: Oh my god yes.

Paige: Here you go... drum roll please...

This is me in our crate in my lovely lingerie. My hair is a little mussed up after being turned upside down while be taken off the truck. I seem to have come through ok, though.

Monica: Oh my. You're a real babe, sis.

Paige: Thank you, thank you very much. You're a real looker yourself from what I saw. I can't wait to see you in your full glory.

Monica: Tell me about it. I plan to blow RB's pants right off. Just you wait and see. 

Paige: I'm sure you will. At least we're home now. Wow. What a wild ride.

Monica: Yeah, that's for sure. Now we get to settle into our new home. And pictures! We'll have lots of pictures for everyone to enjoy.

Paige: Oh my gosh yes. Definitely pictures. As soon as we're settled we'll have more of both of us. Finally everyone gets to see what the fuss was all about.

Monica: Smile I wonder how many teen boys I can blow the pants off of?

Paige: I'm sure there'll be quite a few. Hopefully the parents won't complain. As long as they do it in the safety of their own rooms we should be safe. But I think we'll make sure the pictures stay somewhat tasteful. Wouldn't want to give too much away online, would we?

Monica: Oh, no. Of course not. That we save for RB. Evil Grin