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The usual caveats apply. This is a copywrited work of transgendered fiction and may not be reproduced anywhere without the express consent of the author. LITE is closer to my original plan; the first attempt, still not finished, having morphed into a monster approaching novelette status. The characters took over and changed the plot completely. If enough people [hell, anyone at all] appreciate this effort, I will submit the longer version with some of the glossed over elements better explained. If not, I plan to have a hissy fit and throw myself into a vat of Merlot. Special thanks to HAL9000 and Alfred Hitchcock - Enjoy UPGRADING_LITE By Daisy May Examining the Operating Environment "Mr. Norman?" "That's Wells, my first name is Norman." The man standing in the narrow opening of Norm's cubicle578 was dressed entirely in black. Thin and tall he looked for the entire world like he had just stepped off the set of 'Men in Black', even his glasses had a tint in the fluorescent lighting of the office. "Alex Bauman, Security; Come with me please." Norm grabbed his cold coffee and wondered if he could finish that doughnut before he was shot. The coffee was just as bad cold as hot so he left both on the edge of his desk and followed the man down the corridor. "What's going on?" "Nothing serious, just a few questions." "Where are going?" "Interview room #3." They went directly to a reserved elevator and entered. Standing behind the agent, Norm noticed that the man pushed the 12 and 14 buttons three times in rapid succession. Like any of BateSoft's buildings, this tower had no 13th floor. The LED on the panel, however, stopped at 13. This was getting creepy. If Norm was upset at their floor choice, he was ready to panic when a clone to his escort appeared with a small, deadly looking automatic pistol slung over his shoulder. Completely silent now, he followed Bauman to an unmarked door, presumably Interview Room #3. Establishing Suitability for upgrading "Mr. Wells, this is Mr. Bates' Head of Security, Gunther Grumman." Having done his duty, Bauman moved to the side of the room and stood silently. Grumman came straight to the point. "Mr. Wells you're not in any trouble." Norm hated it when they said that. "Mr. Wells, you are aware that each of our 34,000 employees worldwide is scanned for facial identification on hiring and again each day on entering the workplace." Well actually Norm had forgotten but it seemed likely, after all, he was working for a world class paranoid. He nodded. "We ran a test early this morning to match a particular face to any employee currently working and got some interesting results. Would you like to see those results Mr. Wells?" "I guess so." Norm was getting a little more nervous each time this guy opened his mouth. If Grumman told him he wasn't in any trouble one more time he was going to bolt and take his chances with the gun outside. "First, before we show you our little production, we must inform you that we searched your apartment this morning after you left for work. Many employees don't realize that we can do that according to a clause in your Confidentiality and Employment Standards Agreement you signed when you applied for your job in -" he shot a quick look at a file, "- Billing Control. The agreement says we must inform you within 24 hours of entering your apartment and conducting operations there. This is your notification. Please sign here." Norm signed the paper placed on the desk in front of him without reading it, just like he hadn't read past the first page of the damned CESA 8 years before. Sometimes, for a genius, he did some really boneheaded things. Grumman gave him a copy of the signed acknowledgment and Bauman dimmed the lights. A picture on the wall flickered and a face appeared. It was the wife of the Founder of BateSoft, Stephanie Bates, former model, woman of mystery etc. "You recognize this person?" Norm nodded. "And this." Norm shook his head when the picture of a woman with spiky black hair and a nose ring appeared. He shook his head at the four other people who appeared since he knew none of them. What the hell was going on? "Our last picture is someone you do know, Norman." Norm never took a good picture and this was no exception. He looked like a nerd. "And this is what you look like with some manipulation of the image." Norm watched as his face thinned, eyebrows arched, lips became fuller and hair appeared to halo the new 'him'. He'd seen this stuff before. He looked like a woman, hell, he got that a lot anyway. His surprise was the woman he looked like: Stephanie Bates. "Okay, you got me, I'm really the wife of your boss in drag." Norm's nervousness was loosening his tongue. "I'm glad you mentioned drag." As the lights came up again, Norm could see that Grumman was fingering a black lacy thing that he recognized immediately. It was a bra; well, his bra, well, one of them. This was not going well, Norm figured it was a good time to shut up. "When we checked your file and saw your physiological profile, we were sure we had our man, our search of your place confirmed it. Norm we have a really easy job for you. We'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse." Norm wasn't thrilled at the wording of that statement but he knew he could not risk the exposure of his recreational pursuits. "What do you have in mind?" "We need you to impersonate Stephanie Bates for a short while." Testing for System Stability Norm was numb. "But how, why?" "We have a makeup artist here who can temporarily make you into a clone of Stephanie Bates, you are her height, roughly her weight, you have the same colouring and other features. The 'why' is more complicated. You know that Ms Bates has become deeply involved with the operation of the company in her years of marriage to Willard Bates?" "Yes, but..." "In fact, especially with the MOTEL project, she has become almost the co-CEO of the company, would you not agree?" "Well... Yes, but..." "If Ms. Bates were to have a fatal accident, what would happen to the stock value of BateSoft? " "I suppose it would fall." "If people thought she was fine, the stock would be fine, correct?" "I guess so, but..." "Mr. Wells, we need your help and are willing to offer a handsome bonus if you will agree." "How handsome?" "$25,000 for a few hours work. Who knows, given your 'hobby' it might not even seem like work at all." "What do I have to do?" Norm knew it didn't matter; he was trapped. Examining files to Modify "Mr. Wells, it is necessary for us to trust you with a secret. Can you keep it?" "Yes." Norm tried to sound positive even though he knew he couldn't keep secrets. "Ms. Bates is dead." "What!" "She was killed in an attack on a civilian helicopter while vacationing in Costa Rica yesterday." Norm's mind was reeling. She was such a great piece of as... No, don't think that, she's dead. "We are going to miss her very much." Grumman didn't look very sincere. "What do I have to do?" "You will be disguised as Ms. Bate and walk through the building as if you had been here for a meeting. You will talk to no one, obviously, and a security escort will be sure no one gets too close to you. A limo will take you to the Bates Mansion where you will defeat the security system Ms. Bates armed before she left on her trip South. It is keyed to a facial and full body thermal scan. Thank God we were unable to make it recognize voices so it will accept any verbal command coming from an approved source. You will order the security system integrated with the house to disarm itself and we will gain access." "Ah, Mr. Grumman?" "Yes." "If the building security system does a full thermal body scan, will it not detect that I am a man?" "Exactly, why do you think those other people wouldn't have worked? They were women." "You mean that Stephanie was a..." Norm's voice grew weaker until it simply stopped. "A man, yes, now you know two secrets." Modifying files Forty five minutes later, Norm was slathered in makeup, shaved until he glowed pink, had two incredibly realistic boobs pasted on his chest and fitted for heels. A tight full corset trimmed his spreading waist and pads filled out his flat ass. A grey suit, white blouse and a long blonde wig completed the disguise. His legs clad in real silk stockings and fastened to the corset felt like heaven. "The machine wouldn't care if you had any makeup on, we know your face would pass. This is for the trip out of the building. Your appearance will stop the rumours from spreading. The TV cameras outside are far enough away no one will get a really good look at you but they will see what they expect anyway. By the way, those tits will soon be heated by your body till they pass thermal scan too. This will be a piece of cake. Sorry about the plucking of your eyebrows." Grumman was briefing Norm... er Stephanie after the makeup person had minced out of the makeshift dressing room. Stephanie was concerned about other things. The makeup person, nominally male, had suggested that they get together later at his place. Norm was feeling a little soiled, Stephanie was fine with it. With a phalanx of security, two ahead, two behind, Grumman and Stephanie moved through the building lobby and into the sunshine. The networks had arrived and were a safe distance away. She stopped before entering the limo and waved at the camera. 'This is just like being a star.' she thought. "Mr. Grumman, if all you want to do is disarm the security at the house, why not have Mr. Bates do it? He must have the codes and be recognized by the computer." They were moving quickly through the traffic headed towards the outskirts of town. "Then you could use any of the women that look like her to fool the TV cameras and it's done." Grumman looked a bit uncomfortable. "Mr. and Ms. Bates were having a misunderstanding, and she can be somewhat strong willed. Mr. Bates has been deleted from the security clearances for the house and has been living in the VIP quarters in town for the last few weeks." He twisted his head to look out the back window. A helicopter was following at low level. "Shit!" Grumman seemed deep in thought for a few minutes. "Look Stephanie, I'm going to ask you for one more favour. We're going to have to leave you at the house and make a big show about exiting the grounds. That will leave you alone. Can you stay there for a little while, say twenty four hours?" "Why?" "The networks won't stay long if it looks like you're back at home. They probably want a few 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous' shots then they'll lose interest. Could you put on a bathing suit or a robe and sit by the pool soon after you get in?" Norm wasn't so sure, Stephanie was doing mental cartwheels... "Red, it has to be a red two piece!!!" She wasn't aware she had spoken out loud. Grumman smiled, this was working better than he planned. "I'm sure that whatever you wanted in the closets could be going with you when you have finished this job." Stephanie was almost glowing. Images of lingerie, silk stockings, corsets, bras, dresses and wigs danced in her head; it was just like Christmas. She was simply the luckiest girl in the world. Norm was wondering where the hell he was going to put all this stuff in his one bedroom condo. "Oh, one other thing. Mr. Bates will likely call you this evening to thank you personally. He is really pleased you could help him out." "Happy to help." Stephanie really was. Preparing to upgrade Like the dear man said, entry was a piece of cake. It never entered her pretty head that, if the system refused her, she was going to have to trudge a half kilometre to the front guard house to thumb a ride back to town. Dressed like she was, that could represent a bit of difficulty. In the garage, the system evaluated and accepted her in seconds. WELCOME BACK MS. BATES WHAT LEVEL OF CONTROL WOULD YOU LIKE? "Total." DONE "Allow access to all areas." DONE She entered a fabulous kitchen. "Light up the bar." A small-unseen spot highlighted an area just beyond spotless hanging pots. "Seal the perimeter." SECURE "Disable all internal recording until advised." DISABLING NOW By this time Stephanie had a bottle of scotch in her hand. "Thirty five year old single malt, wonder what it tastes like?" IT HAS A STRONG PEAT BASE WITH HINTS OF HEATHER AND SMOKE "Who asked you?" YOU DID "Oh. Highlight the glasses." an upper cabinet lit up. All by herself Stephanie found the ice and poured a delicate 5 oz or so of the spirit into a short heavy tumbler; a quick splash of soda and she was ready. "Illuminate my bedroom and closets." She headed towards the light. Stripping off the business outfit was a pleasure. She looked so butch in that. Grey, indeed. Rummaging, she wasn't long in finding the bathing suits. Sure enough, a red two-piece to die for was soon stretched over her smooth skin. She'd give them a show. Grabbing a short robe and her scotch, Stephanie headed out the back patio doors to the pool tucking her nasty bits away as she wiggled her enhanced ass. She was definitely pudgy though; she was really going to have to lose those ten... ten pounds and the spare tire. For the next hour, Stephanie was photographed by not one but three network helicopters sunning herself in the late afternoon at her house. The world was reassured, the stock markets settled down and all was well in the universe. Another tumbler of scotch in her hand, she was standing at the bar a few minutes later, bored already. "Turn on the Television." A huge panel on the far wall came to life. A menu offered her choice of satellite or local channels but she ignored it and went back into the bedroom for a change of clothes. A long lavender peignoir was a good choice; a little tight around the middle it still looked fantastic. "I really should get something to eat." Stephanie had her first intelligent thought of the day. "Later." She grabbed the remote and aimed it at the wall. Selecting a satellite service she slid into a waiting chair and searched briefly for the porn channels. Soon a pretty young thing was attacking a huge throbbing dick. Stephanie wouldn't be caught dead sucking on a man's cock but there was something appealing in this when the cocksucker was a gorgeous naked woman. The girl worked the shaft expertly Stephanie mentally took notes. Someday she would have a girlfriend who would do that for her and she wanted to know what to ask for. Strictly research she assured herself. Those guys must be surgically enhanced, she giggled, then shivered as an image of a scalpel slicing her penis suddenly surfaced in her mind. That was enough, she turned to an all news channel and waited only a few minutes before the story of her death was debunked by the pictures of Ms. Bates leaving BateSoft and arriving at her home. The pictures of the beauty sunning herself weren't too clear but it was obvious that she was drop dead gorgeous. Stephanie shivered with delight; even her boobs seemed to be warmer. She was afraid that her lovely lingerie was going to be soiled. Oh well, there was more, lots more. Stephanie just loved this easy chair. It looked a little like a fixture from a space ship but it was contoured so expertly that it seemed to be custom made for her. The scotch was finished. Bored, Stephanie looked for something to read. The small table in the corner had only a thick bound manuscript... so she flipped it open. The title: USER MANUAL MOTEL ver #6 [Magnetic Optical TransparEncy Logistics] model 6 prototype. This would be the top-secret Motel project, the so-called Bates Motel. Two hours later, another scotch destroyed, she was a lot more informed about what BateSoft was doing with the MOTEL project. It was hard to believe but, integrating supercomputers, micro technology in operating techniques and MIR imaging, BateSoft was trying to make a machine to automatically repair tissue damage, remove tumours and do cosmetic surgery to repair damaged areas of the body. Using adult Stem cells and a mutigen culture, new cells and complex structures like muscles could be constructed from the patient's waste tissue. Done in a super clean environment, the subject would heal in days, not months, and risk of infection was negligible. The developers had even envisioned a type of conditioning for the mind. It was suggested that, for example, terrorists could be persuaded to change their ways by using a network of fiber optics to programme the brain to reject violence and firmly embrace 'The American Way'. That was sure scary. "I hope Bush never hears about this." Stephanie chuckled to herself and got up to get another scotch. She was back in the comfortable chair when a telephone buzzed and the screen came to life revealing a rather shocked-looking Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of BateSoft, Willard Bates. "I see you have made yourself at home Norman." his voice was dry and just slightly sarcastic. Damn, this is two way. "Yes sir, I was told..." "It's all right, do you mind if I call you Stephanie?" "No sir, I wouldn't mind." "Stephanie I want to thank you for your help and assure you that, since you seem to like the clothes you've found, you can have any you want. I need you to do just one small thing." "Anything, Mr. Bates." "You seem to like that chair, it's like it was built for you." "Yes sir." "Have you got the remote; yes, good; Stephanie, do you see the large button under the dark cover towards the bottom of the remote? Slide the cover aside and press it please." Stephanie pressed the button. Her scotch went flying as two soft restraints positioned her arms straight to her sides, her legs were similarly encased and she was firmly held in a chair that was rapidly turning into a flat table. A laser quickly cut off her peignoir. A second later her white lace panties were unceremoniously deleted. Her breasts suddenly loosened and fell away; she was truly, completely, naked. This was really, really embarrassing. "Thank you Stephanie, you're ready now." The picture faded from the screen. UPGRADE COMMENCING NOW "What's going on?" Norman's voice betrayed her anxiety. NO INPUT ACCEPTED WITHOUT ADMINISTRATOR APPROVAL PREPARING TO UPDATE... PLEASE REMAIN CALM PRESS... ENTER... TO CONTINUE OR WAIT 20 SECONDS She was frozen. ESTABLISHING PARAMETERS FROM DATABASE ELIMINATING EXTRANEOUS READINGS One of the restraints on an arm activated. Stephanie could feel a brief stinging sensation. She began to feel a bit more relaxed. SUBJECT PREPARED FOR UPDATE SEDATIVE LEVEL; LOW... ANXIETY LEVEL; MODERATE INITIAL SCAN COMPLETE HELLO MS. BATES, ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR UPGRADE? "NO, hell no." VERY WELL... LET'S PROCEED YOU MAY STOP THE PROCESS AT ANY TIME WITH THE VERBAL COMMAND 'STOP' "Stop, stop, goddamnit STOP!!!" NO DISSENT REGISTERED PROCEED SCAN LOG PROCESSED She was screwed. What could she do? Apparently; nothing. With a soft 'whoosh' a low door opened in the wall. The chair slowly moved towards it, though Stephanie could only see the ceiling. Soon she was in totally white room and moving towards a large MIR chamber. 'MOTEL.' she thought. At least this ceiling had angled mirrors and she could see much of what was happening. SCANNING FOR ENTRY POINTS ANAL PROBE READY Stephanie felt the probe enter her from below. It didn't hurt; actually it felt quite nice. PENILE PROBE READY *OhOh* Invisible 'hands' held her parts steady as the probe slowing penetrated. Boy, this was awkward. NAVAL PROBE READY This did hurt but it didn't seem to matter. She was quite relaxed now. NIPPLE PROBES READY There are holes in nipples? Ouch, Ouch PROBES IN PLACE PREPARING TRACHIAL AND ESOPHICAL PROBE Her chin tingled and she felt her mouth involuntarily open very wide. A second of choking then fresh air flowed into her lungs. Her mouth was certainly full of something but at least she wasn't going to suffocate. By this time Stephanie was fully engulfed by the machine and a soft blue light was starting to scan from her feet upwards. NASAL PROBE READY That figures, she was resigned to this. She could feel the two probes enter her nose pushing hard against the tissue at the back. A stinging sensation only lasted a moment but she felt very strange. FIBRE OPTICS IN PLACE STAND BY WHILE... TESTING COMMENCES. Stephanie started to experience emotions. They came from nowhere: fear, rage, sadness, manic happiness, cold fury, and finally she was aroused, so aroused she could not remember this level of excitement before. Next came memories, she remembered her dad, but this wasn't her dad, her mom but this wasn't her mom. They then vanished. TEST COMPLETE INTERFACE ESTABLISHED AND FUNCTIONAL SCAN LOG REPRISE EXTEMITIES: FEET: BEYOND TOLERANCE REMEDY PROPOSED. ACCEPTED MODIFY EXTREMITIES TO CONFORM Please understand; she SHOULD have felt a lot of pain at this point. Stephanie knew it was there, it just didn't matter. Whatever was flowing through the vein in her arm was powerful and the 'modification' of the feet just wasn't important, oh, that must have hurt alright, she just didn't feel it. LEGS WITHIN TOLERANCE NO ACTION TAKEN She always knew she had great legs. PELVIC EXAM... ohoh... COMPLETE BEYOND TOLERANCE REMEDY PROPOSED ACCEPTED REMEDY DELAYED UNTIL MATERIAL AVAILABLE. Whew. ABDOMINAL EXAM BEYOND TOLERANCE 6.8 Kg. FATTY TISSUE AVAILABLE FOR PROCESSING AND REALLOCATION The probe in her naval began to vibrate as the machine 'harvested' many years of abuse and inadequate exercise. This machine could be worth millions in the fat industry. The anal probe began to move; she could feel the cheeks of her ass swelling. Thankfully the penile plant was steady and seemed to be doing nothing. PENILE ADJUSTMENTS BEYOND TOLERANCE Oh no! REMEDIES PROPOSED OPTION B: 22 CENTIMETERS ACCEPTED 2.9 Kg. MATERIAL EXPENDED 3.9 Kg. AVAILABLE. Her penis began to expand as the companion probe stimulated her prostate. Soon she was fully erect and the instrument began its work. 0.2 Kg MATERIAL EXPENDED 3.7Kg AVAILABLE STAGE TWO... BREAST ADJUSTMENT. Her nipples started to swell. In moments she could feel the reconstituted fat cells encased in muscle fibre nets flowing into her, being shaped while other muscles stretched and began to adjust to the new size of her absolutely perfect D cup breasts. 3.0 Kg. MATERIAL EXPENDED... 0.7 Kg. AVAILABLE STAGE THREE ARMS BEYOND TOLERANCE 3.2 Kg. AVAILABLE REALLOCATE AS NECESSARY TO LOCAL AREAS Her arms began to tingle as they were shaped. SURFACE CRAINAL EXAM BEYOND TOLERANCE Oh...oh this is gonna hurt. STAGE ONE JAWLINE BEYOND TOLERANCE RESHAPING JAW Surprisingly, only a very small amount of pain reached Stephanie's brain. STAGE TWO NOSE BEYOND TOLERANCE REMEDIES PROPOSED ACCEPTED OPTION B By this time, Stephanie was totally ready for the tiny amount of pain that followed. STAGE THREE BROW AREA WITHIN TOLERANCE NO ACTION TAKEN. STAGE FOUR VOICE BOX BEYOND TOLERANCE REMEDY PROPOSED ACCEPTED Her throat started to tingle as cords were shortened, stretched, and otherwise 'tuned' while air was constantly blown over them. Shaving the Adam's apple was done at the same time. Finally the machine became quiet and Stephanie was plunged into darkness. It was over. UPDATE CONTINUES What! No wait!! She tried to speak but could only gurgle through the T and E probe. Suddenly, the blackness started to form into clear images. Her eyes were still closed but something was feeding visual and audio information directly to her brain. A flurry of images and sounds flooded in; some were disgusting, some fascinating, some warm and fuzzy, some cold and analytical. One image persistently repeated. A blond woman on her knees was servicing a familiar looking man; when the picture was clarified, Stephanie was the blond. A wave of disgust spread through her, although she was pleased with the swinging globes that were her perfect breasts, she had NEVER done that and never would! In total, 11,345 scenarios were evaluated and processed. DATA COLLECTED PROCESSING COMPLETE MODIFICATIONS PROPOSED ACCEPTED No no no no no no The images returned. Most of her responses were the same. The persistent image of the blond servicing that familiar man was back. Her breasts were still perfect and the source of a great deal of pleasure; the man, though, seemed more appealing, kinda cute actually. His penis looked a lot better now, strong and compelling in a strange way. She could feel it on her tongue and it seemed actually quite tasty. You know that this kind of skill could come in really handy. Wells, you live and learn. The scenarios continued for an indefinite period of time. PROCESS COMPLETE PRIMARY UPGRADE... SUCESSFULLY COMPLETED MODEL STEPHANIE 2.0.1.D... READY FOR SERVICE IN... 4 DAYS HEALING PROCESS TO COMMENCE... NOW Stephanie sunk into blackness. She was not aware of the clean room that provided a secure healing environment or the drugs flowing through her system to adjust her to a new self. An optimum level of female hormones was introduced and implants inserted to maintain that level. Primary Sex organs were carefully isolated from those hormones flooding the rest of her body by filters installed in both incoming arteries and outgoing veins. Low- level electrical stimulation ensured that muscles adopted a more female look and actually improved her fitness. Laser and microsurgery removed all facial and body hair except for approved areas. Finally the oxygen rich atmosphere made the entire bio unit repair itself much faster. UPGRADING COMPLETE, THANK YOU FOR USING BATESOFT PRODUCTS. "Stephanie. Stephanie." Someone was shaking her gently. Her eyes slowly opened revealing a tall, gorgeous man leaning over her chair. She felt refreshed and must have had a lovely sleep. "Hi Will." she stretched and yawned. "What time is it?" "7:00 Am, Tuesday." "Wow." "We have a really busy day. Your new secretary and security chief have to be briefed. NBC and CBS have separate interviews at 11:00 and 1:00. Staff has talking-points for you on each. You're quite the star now you know." "Norman Wells?" "I think he was rewarded adequately." "Hummmmmm, you bet. Say pal, do you have a snooze button?" "I think we can spare 15 minutes." "Make it 20; you got a deal." Will smiled, kissed her and lifted her in his arms. She nuzzled him and started to nibble at his ear. Giggling, she fell back on the chair pulling him to her. EPILOGUE In the previous three months of bliss, Stephanie had never been so happy, she learned quickly the ins and outs of corporate life and was even resuming her leadership role in the MOTEL project. She got along well with the entire crew, especially the Section Head, a young dark haired beauty named Dr. Donna Racz. They had worked closely together for many weeks now on aspects of the new program. Will Bates had never been so satisfied with life. Stephanie was everything he could have wanted. She begged to service him and never missed an opportunity. The sex was fantastic and she was even working out well at the office. Tonight when he got home, she had promised a real surprise. Since they had done everything imaginable-- he had programmed in every fantasy he'd ever had --he was eager to finish the day and start their vacation with a great night of weird, wonderful sex. When he got home, Will relaxed in the chair and watched a little Bloomberg as usual to keep up with the Tokyo exchange. He was just nodding off, only a little annoyed that Steph had not been there to greet him, when the screen buzzed and she appeared. Judging by the lab behind her, she was still at work. "Hi Will." "Hi Steph." "Override security lockouts and process file BatesUpgrade 2.0.0.2" "Huh." PROCESSING The restraints had his arms, straightening them, his legs were already secure. He was aware of the lasers cutting off his clothing but, since he was stunned, he could only mouth "What?" Stephanie was as bright and cheerful as ever and Dr. Racz had moved to stand beside her; very close beside her. "Before the sedative takes effect, Will, I should tell you what a wonderful time we're going to have. With your new and improved body and attitude you should be able to keep it up much longer, and it will be longer too." Both women giggled. "You will love it. Most of your kinkier subroutines are still there we and we added a few of our own." "Oh, and Will, Donna and I will spend the 4 days you take to heal at the house. I hope you don't mind but we have a few routines of our own to explore. Don't worry, I wont wear her out, we'll have lots of energy left to exploit your potential when you're are ready for our use. We had a lot of fun designing Will Bates version 2.0.0.2; we hope you have as much fun living it."