Packaging the Commodity

The doctors entered the room, their faces expressionless as they began to prepare Olivia for her new life. They referred to her only as "the tranny," their voices devoid of emotion as they discussed her packaging. "Time to get her wrapped up for the new owner," one of them said, their tone as clinical as it was dehumanizing. Olivia's parents beamed with pride, clearly delighted by the efficiency of the facility. "Our tranny needs to be packaged up for her new owner," her mother cooed. "Can you please?" The medical staff nodded, their faces impersonal, as they set to work. The first step was a tight latex suit, its smooth surface unyielding. The suit covered Olivia's entire body, leaving only her mouth and cunt exposed. The doctors worked quickly, their movements economical as they secured the suit with a series of clips and seals. Olivia struggled against the restraints, but they held fast. As the suit was tightened, Olivia's cries were muffled, her voice growing more distant until it was almost inaudible. The latex seemed to swallow her screams, silencing her with its unyielding grip. The doctors added a pair of spreaders, one for her mouth and one for her cunt, allowing easy access for whoever would be using her. Olivia's eyes welled up with tears as she realized the full extent of her situation. She was being packaged like a commodity, a thing to be used and discarded. Her parents, however, seemed thrilled with the progress. They watched with smiles as the medical staff finished up, their faces aglow with approval. With a final check of the restraints, the doctors nodded to each other. "She's ready," one of them said, their voice as flat as a machine. Olivia was wheeled out of the room, her eyes fixed on her parents as they waved goodbye. Mr. Jenkins, the man who had fondled her, was waiting by the white van, its doors open to reveal a dark, cavernous interior. As Olivia was loaded into the van, she caught a glimpse of her parents' smiling faces. They were waving, their eyes shining with excitement. It was the last time Olivia saw them, the last time she felt a spark of hope. The doors closed behind her, and the van drove away, leaving her parents and the facility behind. Olivia was alone now, trapped in a living nightmare with no escape in sight.