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THE ROBOT NANNY
By Sissy Cindy
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The Purchase
"Now, I want to make sure I understand your request, Mr.
Smith. Here at Living Robots Inc., we aim to please," the
beautiful customer service lady named Mona said. "Your
desired specs: The nanny model. Tall. Hypno-eyes package.
Femdom and girl-training subroutines." She entered the
information into the terminal as he spoke.
"All right. Here's the picture." She spun around the
monitor so Mr. Smith could see. "She's already being
processed, and we can have her trained and programmed in a
week." The picture showed that the robot was a blonde, with
straight, flowing hair that hung just below her shoulders.
Her breasts were a wonderful 40-D, and she had a full
figure to match. Her eyes were blue. She was a statuesque 5
feet, 10 inches tall.
Tim Smith said, "She's wonderful. Is she all natural? I
mean, the flesh and hair look so real."
"Almost. The skin is synthetic, but you wouldn't know by
feeling it. The hair is real"
"A week, you say? I'll try to survive the wait."
"We need to run some tests on your specs."
Tim graciously thanked Mona and left. Little did he know
what Living Robots really was or eventually had in mind for
him.
Pretty Cindy
The days went by all too slowly. Technicians came the day
before delivery to install electronics and make sure
everything was ready. Finally, the bell rang. Tim went to
the door. Two young men stood at the door, lab coats
covering nicely tailored suits.
"Mr. Smith?"
"Yes."
"We're from Living Robots, sir. We have your new employee
here."
"Thank you. Won't you show her in?"
They entered, followed by a young woman wearing a long tan
overcoat, like something worn my June Cleaver. Her eyes
were open but she had a blank expression on her face. She
was being led by the hand by one of the men.
One of the men turned to Tim. "If you'll just sign here,
Mr. Smith," handing him a clipboard. "We'll wake her up and
be on our way."
He signed quickly and handed the pad back. The tech checked
to make sure all was in order and nodded to the other. A
few touches to a small keypad, and the woman inhaled
deeply. Her eyelids fluttered open. A gentle smile bloomed
on her face.
She looked around slowly.
"How do you feel, Ma'am?" the tech said.
She looked at him lovingly. "I'm fine, thank you." Her
voice was soft and whispery, and she had a soft English
accent.
"Okay. She seems fine." The techs collected up their things
and headed for the door.
"What happens now?" Tim asked.
"You just introduce yourself. It's the first day of work
for her. Show her around. Get to know her. She knows what
to do next."
"Thank you. Thank you both."
They left discreetly, and he was alone with her.
"Hello." Tim tried to maintain a calm demeanor. "I'm Mr.
Smith. I've hired you."
"Hello Mr. Smith. I'm Maria." She held out a hand. He shook
it. Her skin was like satin. "I'm your new Nanny."
"May I show you around?"
"Of course. Shall I remove my coat?"
"Please. By all means."
She reached up and unbuttoned her coat. She was dressed in
an outfit resembling an English housemaid's uniform. A
powder blue short-sleeve dress with puffed sleeves, covered
by a white apron tied around her back, and ending just
above the hem of the knee-length blue skirt. The skirt was
petticoated, making it bloom out like any 50s dress.
The tour of the house was brief and fleeting. She followed
quietly, noting the detail of the rooms.
"And this is the girl's room," Tim said as he ended the
tour.
The room blossomed. The walls were sky blue with cloud
decor. The carpets a soft pink. The bed had a white,
floral, quilted cover. Plastic as well as rag dolls gave
the room a cute touch. Yet, the furniture was too large for
a child.
Walking through the girl's room, they passed into another
room. This was Maria's room. The large soft bed against the
wall had a large electronic panel at the head, all the
diagnostic and input systems had to wear as she "slept," or
was in low-power mode. The door to the room looked right
out onto the bed in the girl's room.
Maria looked at Tim smiling. "It's lovely. And where is my
little girl?"
He drew in a big breath. "It's me."
Tim was a crossdresser. He loved women's vintage dresses
and cardigans from the 1940s, 50s and early 60s. He also
liked to prance around like a young girl in frilly dresses
decorated with ruffles. He got his makeup tips from a
professional beautician. He let his golden blonde hair grow
down to his shoulders. Tim shaved his arms and legs
regularly. He even under went electrolysis to get rid of
his facial hair. When in femme, he looked quite passable.
Tim was somewhat small in size. He was 5 feet, 4 inches
tall, and had a slim build. Maria towered over him. He
liked that.
Tim had no shortage of money. He had worked in computers,
and had managed to become a millionaire several times over
before the dot-com bust of 2000. While he was no Bill Gates
in terms of wealth, he had enough to retire early at the
age of 30 and live a life of leisure.
But Tim felt incomplete. He wanted to get more in touch
with, to embrace, to be wrapped in his feminine side. He
wanted to experiment with being a little girl under the
care of a loving, tender nanny who would teach him to be a
good girl.
Maria knew how to deal with this. It had all been implanted
during her training. She reached out and stroked his cheek.
He closed his eyes and leaned in to her hand. "And what is
my girl's name?"
His voice was a whisper. "Cindy."
He opened his eyes and looked up into hers. As he looked,
her blue irises began to sparkle and swirl. Like a
whirlpool, they flowed into twin spirals. It was a
fascinating sight, and he couldn't look away. "Just watch
me, dear, and relax." She helped him sit down on the bed,
as she sat right next to him. His face started to relax and
soften, already entranced by the sight of her hypnotic
gaze. She stroked his face gently, soothing and relaxing
him. "What a good girl... what a sweet girl."
"Close your eyes now."
They dropped like sandbags. His head slumped forward and he
knew nothing.
"Very good, Cindy. You've made me very happy." He smiled in
his slumber.
"You want to forget you're a man, and be Nanny's little
girl. I will make you feel happy and safe... and young.
You'll have no worries, no cares... do you understand?"
"Yes, Nanny."
"I'm taking you back in time. You're 25... now 20... now
15... 10. You're 10 years old."
"I'm 10."
"It's time to for you to get dressed... like a good girl."
Maria proceeded to help Tim out of his male clothes and
slip into a dressing gown he had. She had him sit at his
make-up table. She did his face and brushed his hair. When
she was done, Maria helped Tim into a pretty yellow, calico
dress covered with small red flowers. She tied a pink
ribbon in his hair, and had him put on some white dress
shoes.
"You look so pretty now, Cindy. Whenever I say, 'Pretty,
little Cindy', you will become a sweet young girl."
"Now, at the count of 3, you will wake up, as Tim, but in
love with your feminine self. One... two... three."
Tim woke up. Maria asked him to look at himself in the
mirror.
"Oh... my... gosh!!" Tim gasped. He couldn't believe it was
him in the mirror. He had been good before but never this
good.
"Thank you so much, Maria!" as he gave her a warm hug and
kiss on the cheek.
"Pretty, little Cindy." Maria said.
At that moment, Tim's male persona disappeared. A young
girl emerged. "May I play will my dolls, Nanny?" Cindy
asked in a young, feminine voice.
"Certainly, dear."
For the rest of the morning, Cindy played around her room.
She dressed up her dolls for quite a while, doing their
hair and changing their outfits. At 2 pm, Maria had Cindy
slip into a short Victorian-style nightgown as she put her
down for a nap. Cindy obeyed without hesitation. That
afternoon, Maria had Cindy put on her yellow dress again
and they went for a walk in a nearby park. Cindy looked a
little out of place compared to the other young girls, some
of whom giggled at her. But she didn't care. She was
wrapped in her own world.
That evening, after a nice supper, Cindy read a little.
Maria helped Cindy remove her makeup and get into a
nightgown before putting her to bed for the night.
"Good night, Nanny."
"Good night, little one." Maria sang her a lovely song, and
soon Cindy drifted off.
What Tim did not know was that the technicians who
installed the electronic equipment in Maria's room before
her arrival had also installed hidden speakers in the
girl's room. After putting Cindy to bed, Maria turned on
some soft music. These quiet tunes contained subliminal
messages. "You are a pretty girl. You are an obedient girl.
You want to be a young girl forever."
Maria, walked into her own room, and lay down. She placed a
pair of headphones over her ears, and as a steady stream of
white noise filled her ears, she lapsed quickly into a
dreamless sleep.
A Permanent Change
At first the subliminal messages had a limited affect. In
the mornings, Tim's male persona would reemerge. But he
loved being in touch with his feminine side, and having
Maria put him into a trance for Cindy to arise, with
"Pretty little Cindy." Maria trained Cindy in all the
manners of a young girl, such as how to curtsy. She also
trained her to take care of younger kids, to be a baby
sitter. Maria even trained her to knit. As time went on,
though, the subliminals and hypnosis had a more lasting
effect. Tim's male persona emerged less and less, and
eventually disappeared.
The changes were not only mental. Maria laced Cindy's food
with estrogen hormones. She gradually grew breasts, which
in time became a 34-C. After about six months, Maria told
Cindy that she had to see a doctor for an annual check-up.
Cindy obediently complied. The doctor they went to did
sexual-reassignment surgery on Cindy. When it was done, she
was a complete girl. While she still thought of herself as
10, she had the build of an 18-year-old.
Maria had Cindy strip down and wrap her hair in a towel.
She sprayed her from head to toe with a mist that inhibited
further hair growth except on her scalp, made her skin
silky smooth and cleared up any skin imperfections.
One day, a visitor came to the house.
"Come Cindy," Maria said, after the doorbell rang.
"Yes, Nanny." Cindy was wearing pink and white, petticoated
gingham jumper dress over a white blouse with puffed
sleeves. She had a big light blue bow in her hair, and was
wearing a yellow cardigan sweater.
When Maria opened the door, it was Mona, the customer
service lady at Living Robots who had helped Tim with his
purchase.
Cindy welcomed her with a curtsy.
"How is the training going, Maria?" asked Mona.
"It is complete, Madam. Mr. Smith's persona has
disappeared. Cindy has had the surgery to become a girl.
She looks, thinks and behaves like a young, demure girl."
"Splendid. When Mr. Smith made his purchase, he explained
his alternative lifestyle, the crossdressing and
everything. He told me he wanted to be a girl from time to
time under the care of a nanny. But we at Living Robots had
bigger plans."
"You see, our robots are actually humans with computer
implants," Mona explained. "Several are former customers.
Once their original personalities have been erased through
hypnosis and subliminal conditioning, they are taken to our
laboratory and injected with implants that give the new
owner control but also keep them in touch with Living
Robots. You, Maria, did as you were programmed as desired
by Mr. Smith to be Cindy's nanny. But you received
additional instructions over the electronic equipment while
you were in your shut-down mode to give Mr. Smith's desires
a permanent touch."
"Some of our robots are given unique features. Maria has
special contact lenses that enable her to hypnotize
people."
"We have a family who is looking for a young nanny for
their pre-school children. Cindy is the perfect candidate.
Once she has been injected with the implants, she will be
sent to her new life. We will make her think she is 18, but
she will still dress as femininely and be as docile as
before."
"We've done some background checks on Mr. Smith," Mona
continued. "It turns out he has no close relatives in this
part of the country. Ever since his early retirement, he
has kept to himself while involved with his crossdressing
lifestyle and hasn't expanded his social horizons much. So,
he won't be missed. We will put his house up for sale.
People will just think he's moving. We will sell off his
assets and empty his bank accounts. With his, or rather
her, new life, she will be oblivious to all this. We will
keep her wardrobe though. It's perfect."
"Not all of our robots were previously well-to-do. Maria
was a high-school dropout struggling to make ends meet and
stay off the street. When she saw an ad under the banner of
a maid service, she decided to check it out. She submitted
an application and came in for an interview. Maria drank
some coffee during the visit that was drugged and soon
passed out. She was then taken to Living Robots and given a
job that, well, she couldn't refuse."
Maria listened with no reaction. She was an obedient living
robot now, with no recollection of her previous life.
Cindy, meanwhile, listened dutifully. She didn't know who
Mr. Smith was.
"Come along, Maria and Cindy," Mona said.
"Yes, Madam," they replied in unison.
Maria and Cindy got into Mona's car. They were taken to
Living Robots for new assignments and new lives.
Deep underneath it all, even if Cindy could resist, she
didn't want to.
THE END
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