Wendy Bot

Artwork by  Ruby Puppet, found here theasfrmaster.deviantart.com/. Story my myself.


Cathleen paused at the mirror to adjust her wig and to make sure her dress was laying correctly, it had been a windy day outside so she was glad she had stopped to check herself over before entering the lobby area where the competition would be taking place. She smiled looking herself over, her arms and legs covered by red and white stripped tights, and a blue and white striped dress overtop that. The dark red wig she sported was tied into two braids framing her face. In all she looked like a perfect representation of Wendy, the namesake of the fast food chain of the same name.

Cathleen had heard of the contest the month before hand. “Search for the new Wendy!” Was a contest to choose a new Wendy for the chain to use. The winner of the competition was said to become the new Wendy at the large head quarter building. Cat wasn't sure about the exact meaning of that but she had been waiting for a break in her acting career and the chance to be in commercials for wendy’s could be just the thing to get her noticed.

Exiting the restroom she found herself once again in the brightly lit lobby area of the headquarters building. It was finely decorated as one would expect from a large business. Towards the middle of the room she saw a Mannequin standing on a pedestal, it was dressed much as she was, in the classical outfit of Wendy, save that her hair was a mop of red yarn, and her dress was much longer but lacked the body of Cat’s petticoat stuffed dress.. Cat paused wondering if she should have made her outfit more traditional, but as she rounded the corner she was happy she didn't.

Standing in the area of the hallway leading into a large business room, hundreds of Wendy's stood, some talking, some rehearsing lines, most outfits and wigs looked identical to the Mannequin in the entrance, leaving those who put their own spin on the costume to stand out. Cathleen hoped it would be enough to get her noticed and took her place in line.

She waited, making small talk with the other girls around her as she slowly shuffled forward, luckily most interviews seemed to last less than five minutes, a few were longer but every girl seemed to be turned away. Finally it was her turn and she was called into the room. Inside she saw a table of people watch her as she entered, the people seemed to be a mix of business types, in suits, and technical types, some in polo shirts and others in actual lab coats. They all smiled early as she entered and took her place on the marked area before them.

“Hello, thank you for auditioning.” One man said, smiling. We are going to ask you to say a few phrases from the list in front of you, repeat them, the. Our techs will check you out up close.” He continued gesturing towards the men in lab coats.

Cathleen picked a laminated sheet of paper off the small table next to where she now stood and began to read, they seemed to be mostly slogans the company had used in the past. “Read number one, two, and five please.” The man requested, leaning back in his chair.

Cathleen checked over the sheet again, cleared her throat and began to recite. “HI! Welcome to Wendy’s!” She began in a chipper tone, a smile on her face. “Eat at Wendy's, always fresh, never frozen!” She continued. The man in the middle chair leaned forward again eyebrows raised, as several others began to murmur  among themselves. “Why are our hamburgers square? Because here at Wendy’s, we don't cut corners!” She paused, looking over the group who were all talking among themselves, finally the man at the center spoke up.

“Amazingly done, you sound very natural, our techs are going to look you over for a moment, if you don't mind.” He said as four men in lab coats stood and began to move around her, they took a few measurements, tested to see if her freckles were real, which seemed to make them happy when they found out they were not, and one placed a small box to her finger and she felt a small prick as if they were taking her blood sugar levels. Cat stifled a Yelp from the unexpected pain and frowned, this was very different from any audition she had been to before.

“Well.” The man in the middle spoke up again, smiling after a few moments of discussion. “I think we have found our Wendy!” Cat was confused, but overjoyed, she had been accepted out of hundreds of people! This was her break! “Now if you will follow our techs, I will go break the bad news to the other applicants.” The man said standing up and shaking hands with the others at the table, before shaking Cat’s hand as well.

The men in lab coats led her down a hallway do a set of doors located deep within the headquarters, upon entering Cathleen found herself in what looked like a very advanced medical lab. They smiled and asked her to stand on a pedestal in the center of the room. As she does so they began to set up what looked like cameras around the area and one tech stepped forward and began asking her medical questions. Cathleen was so caught up answering the questions she didn't notice the tech behind her with a filled needle until he jabbed it into her arm and she felt the contents enter her system.

“Ouch! What the heck was that?” She demanded wheeling around, rubbing the sore spot on her arm.

“Just something to get the ball rolling.” The tich said smiling and stepping back. Cat frowned, she’d had enough of this and was not going to be treated like a test animal, she hadn't even signed anything yet! She turned to step off the pedestal but frowned when her feet didn't seem to react. Grunting she tried Toledo them but it was like they weren't longer attached, they simply would not move.

“What-what was in that shot you gave me?” She demanded, her voice faltering only once. She leaned down, her knees oddly stiff and felt her ankles, she gasped as she touched them. Her legs were… hard! Hard like plastic. As she tapped on them with her knuckles she heard a low hollow sound, like her feet were hollow, empty. Indeed it was growing harder to reach them because her legs seemed to be straightening of their own accord, forcing her upright once more. She yelled and felt her knees, to realize that just like her feet they were just a solid piece of plastic now.

“Stop this! Undo whatever you are doing!” She yelled at the techs, who seemed more interested in watching her flail about or read printouts from the nearby computers. As she tried to rock herself off the stand she felt as the changes reached her hips, suddenly she wasn't able to lean forward any more, she assumed it was just like her legs but as she leaned forward to feel she realized there was now a gap between her legs and her hips. Pulling her dress up in a most undignified manner she looked down at her lower body to see what had happened. She gasped seeing that her striped stockings had seemingly fused to her crotch, creating a blank empty expanse of plastic where her womanhood should be. Just as worrying was the fact her hips now looked jointed, like one would expect to see on a doll of some sort.

Panicking in full now, she struggled to reach something, anything, to get her away from here and to free her from this state, even as she did she felt the cool sensation of the plastic slide up her side, her breath came in short gasps as her chest stopped moving, her breasts firming into perfectly rounded molds atop her chest. Her arms were the next to change, she felt her shoulders shift, becoming round, as her hips had. She lost the ability to move her arms as they transformed as well, her elbows reforming into joints and her hands losing all dexterity as they became little more than pieces of plastic in the shape of her hand. Frozen in a mitten pose.

Last was her head, she felt the changes sweep up and she gave one last surprised yelp as her face froze as it pulled into a present smile, a moment later her lower jaw seemed to separate and fell slightly open, looking like the mouth on a ventriloquist dummy. Her eyes locked forward and the wig atop her head seemed to pull into her scalp, becoming a permanent attachment.

For a moment all was still, Cathleen struggled inside her body, now unable to do anything but smile and stare. The techs walked around her and she felt one push something into the heel of her left leg, a wire. Suddenly she felt electricity flow into her body, giving it life, or a semblance of such, even if she couldn't move. A separate object was inverted Into her right leg, and she felt a tingling in her head as something entered her consciousness. She wanted to scream, wanted to yell, to demand answers, but she couldn't move. She focused all her night and will into making her arm move, to just twitch, and to her surprise it did!

“Yes! I can move! I need to get out of here and-” her internal plans were cut short as she moved again, this time the left arm. She didn't make that move, odd. Suddenly her body was in motion, Cat was helpless to control or do anything, a helpless passenger in her own body. To her horror the hinged mouth opened and she began to speak.

“Hello! Welcome to Wendy’s!” The voice said. Her voice. It sounded just like it had in the conference room, perky and happy, but now with a slight robotic edge to it. It was like she was listening to a voice mail of herself,

“”It's way better than fast food! It's Wendy’s!” She said out loud, her body swiveling to wave to a new tech this time. Cat was helpless to stop herself, or control even the slightest twitch. Her body carried on, seeming to activate and say a phrase anytime someone walked in front of her.

“Try Wendy’s, it's great even late!”

“It's just better at Wendy’s!”

“Eat at Wendy’s! Always fresh, never frozen!”

‘No, no, no! You can't do this to me!’ Cathleen said as she helplessly animated. The techs ignored her internal pleading as she smiled and shook hands. A moment later the plug was pulled from her leg and her robotic body slumped forward helplessly. She was then picked up and placed on a dolly to be wheeled out into the main entrance. Cathleen watched in horror as another man walked past with the old Mannequin she had walked past before, and then it hit her. She was the replacement. She was the new decoration that would greet each and every person as they walked into the lobby.

She tried to move, tried to resist as they sat her down on the now empty stand, her feet being secured into the pedestal and a power cord slotting into her left heel once more. But it was no use. She wondered if she would ever be turned back, or if they would  remember that she had ever been human in a year’s time, as her body started to animate and greet the people as they walked through the door, the smile and rosy cheeks on her face the opposite of the emotions she felt inside.