Doll (MikaYuu)

♦16♦ - Critique

"Well, it is that time of the month," Esha began, plopping a magazine in my lap. I looked at her nervously. "Not my period, I meant the statistics."

I chuckled slightly, leaning back on the couch as she joined me. This was like our pastime - seeing what effect we have made on what we did with our lives. It was either utterly embarrassing, relieving, or somewhere in between.

"Ha! Look at this one," she cackled, placing the open pages in my lap. "'Esharlie's hair gives me headaches in some of her shoots.'"

I rolled my eyes, smiling slightly. For some strange reason, the insults were our favorite pieces to read. How was reading degrading comments enjoyable to us? We still had no clue, but it was a funny thing to do.

I searched myself, finding a picture of Esha and myself together - a sleep attire shoot with loads of remarks under it.

"'What a cute lesbian couple!'" I read aloud, both of us erupting in laughter.

"Dang, we would make some adorable lesbians," she opinionated, mindlessly flipping through her magazine. I shook my head with a tiny, childish smile.

"Oh, boy..." I began, finding one of my lingerie photo shoots. I read the critic's response, tossing my head back as I laughed.

"Lemme see!" she eagerly pleaded, climbing over me. When she retrieved it from me, she read it aloud through giggles. " 'I bet this kid's cock is the size of dust. Either that or he has some serious erectile dysfunction issues.'"

I bit back a smile, wiping at my teary eyes through laughs. "There will be an injection for me for that soon," I joked, actually scared at the possibility.

"Oh, boy - yet another un-humanizing advance they'll use on us," she sighed through a smile, shaking her head.

And it was true. They - all of the models' modifiers - tried so hard to make us as low maintenance as possible. They would suggest so many pills and intakes for the female models to take to put a defense against their menstruation as possible, and give the males even more suggestion for pills to block the chances of getting erections - the system was kind of messed up.

Luckily, these were - for the most part - strict options. They were never forced because who would know what would happen to them if they by chance damaged our livers?

Those issues were just ones you had to learn to conceal on your own.

We spent a long time reading those insults, too divulged in our strictly-taught self respect to be bothered by critics. That was one of the most important things you had to master when you became a model - let critique fly by you like birds.

Never let them collide with you.

If I had mastered one thing in becoming a Doll, it was avoiding collision. I was stripped of true vulnerability - if anything, it was just for show.

Mika is not emotionless like this the entire book ok i promiZR