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I woke to the sounds of a boardwalk bustling with people. I turned over
on my side clutching my pillow close as if it was a lover. I was in a
pretty good mood considering how little sleep I'd gotten. Then the
memories of the night before all came barreling in at the same time.
Andrew's arrival. The ring. My sudden desire to - Oh my God. Oh my
God. Fuck. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I gargled
three times and brushed my teeth twice, for a grand total of six times
gargling and five times brushing since the incident. I didn't dare
leave my room. What if I ran into Andrew and he was wearing that good
damn ring? I stayed in my room all morning and afternoon frantically
trying to reach Joy. I tried phone, text message and email. Nothing. No
response. I listened at the door of my room. Was Andrew out on the
beach or just in his room? Shit! I felt trapped.
Then at three fifty six in the afternoon, I got a video call from
Claire.
"Are you in the house?" Claire asked. I explained to her that I was
afraid to leave my room, and started to tell her what had happened, but
she stopped me. "Why don't you get some fresh air while we chat," she
said. It took me a few moments to realize that was her way of reminding
me that the house was wired. I went outside. Anybody looking probably
thought I was some sort of paranoid crazy person, as I carefully looked
left an right before leaving the cottage. I was still anxious and
worried about running into Andrew, but he didn't seem to be around,
thank God. Probably at the beach. I pictured him shirtless showing off
his Captain America physique as girls all gathered around him. I
imagined the girls howling with laughter as he told them about my
actions when he arrived. Creep.
I told Claire everything that had happened and began crying so hard
that she probably couldn't understand half of what I was saying.
"It isn't fair. I've played by the rules but she cheats. And she
changes the rules. And I can't stand it for another minute. And what I
did last night - I mean, maybe I liked it a little, I mean I was a
little turned on but it wasn't my idea. I mean it was, but just barely.
I mean I don't think I would have - it isn't fair. I'm not that kind of
a girl. I mean I'm not even a girl. I mean - "
"Slow down Paige,"
"and later when we cuddled, I was thinking - I mean he - I mean we -
were getting - which is ridiculous - and he probably thinks I'm this
slutty tramp and I haven't even washed my hair today because I didn't
want him to - I mean he must know that his art - ugh - which makes him
this creepy nasty piece of - and and it isn't fair. And then later I
saw the blood -"
"OK Paige. Stop! Blood?"
"Yeah, coming out down there. I'm not stupid, I figured out what it
was. But it scared the shit out of me. I had to run out to the all
night drugstore and buy tampons. Tampons? I can't tell you how
humiliating - I mean not for you I guess - but I'm not -"
Claire chewed her lip.
"That's - unexpected. I never thought you'd - huh. Well first, about
Andrew. I don't think that he's a witting accomplace. That is to say,
he doesn't know what Joy has done, or what his art does to you."
I wiped the tears off my cheek. That was one bit of good news at least.
"Oh thank God. But what am I going to do?" My sobbing devolved into
yelling. "You have to help me!"
Claire was silent.
"Claire? Say something. Anything." At this point in the course of
events, I saw her as my only friend and ally. And I needed her to hear
her voice reassuring me that there was some way out of this. Finally
she broke her silence.
"Listen Paige. I don't know where to begin. Joy is AWOL. Probably
because an awful lot of people are looking for her. The Feds have
confiscated her computer and cordoned off the building with the sexbot
technology. But the good news is that I have the most recent version
of your software open on my computer now. I think I can modify it a bit
to help you ameliorate the effects of Andrew's art, if you want me to."
If I wanted her to? Was she fucking kidding me?
"Yes. Yes. It's absolutely urgent. Do this thing," I said.
She started typing for a moment, and then stopped.
"I don't know. I have several strong reservations. The first is that
your hormone levels are spiking because it's that time of the month.
Hormones are not part of the original equations in dealing with sexbot
technology, so I would be flying blind on some of the calculations.
My second concern is that your whole software / firmware code is built
on an antiquated and sloppily structured foundation to begin with. My
third concern is-"
"You said two -"
"- is that coding is not my forte. This is going to be a gamble."
I didn't even pause. When there's only one horse in the race, who else
can you bet on? Claire stayed on the line while she worked so I could
tell her what I was feeling when she saved and uploaded changes. Mostly
I didn't notice anything big.
As I waited, I saw my reflection in the window and wondered what Andrew
would think if I dyed my hair pink? Claire was busy typing away. I
noticed something happening down below. I was growing wetter by the
moment. I grabbed at my crotch. My girl parts were on fire.
"Claire, what are you - Oh my god! Oh yes! Fuck me. Harder." I was
climaxing. I grabbed a hold of the gate to steady myself. I envisioned
someone totally naked, his wondrous penis moving in and out of my
pussy. His big strong hands on my breasts, and his gorgeous eyes
staring into mine. "I love you," he whispered into my ear as he nuzzled
my neck, "more than I've ever loved any other woman." Any other woman?
But I'm not- First I melted, then I exploded. "Oh my fucking mother of
God! Yes!" I screamed as I crumbled against the cottage, my knees
suddenly unable to support my weight. An elderly couple walking by on
the board walk stopped for a moment, their eyes opened wide.. Then they
walked away quickly.
"Did you - just climax?" Claire asked in a surprised voice.
"Uh huh." I forced the sound out and tried to refocus my eyes. It was
still active down below.
She asked me who I was thinking about during the experience.
"No one," I lied. Not sure if I was lying to her or myself. "So, just
thinking outside the box here," I needed to change the subject. "but is
there - any, uh - possibility that you could change me back to - to-
ummm, whatever my name was before Joy did this to me?"
I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of insouciance and calm. I
straightened up and adjusted my tube top, and my cut offs. After a few
moments I looked back at my reflection in the window and pushed my hair
up on top of my head to see how I'd look with a shorter style - turning
my head left and right to check out my neck and shoulders without hair
covering them. Then, holding the phone between my shoulder and chin, I
pull my hair through a lavender scrunchy into a ponytail.
"You should be calmer now. I don't think it's possible for me to change
you back without a lot of information that I just don't have access to
right now. Sorry, Paige."
I should get some new earrings. Long ones. Something to set off my
neck. "Oh? Umm, That's - You know I was thinking I could maybe sue you
guys, Claire. Not you personally. But your business. Do you think I'd
look cute with pink hair? Maybe cut a little shorter. I saw something
like it in a magazine. Just wondering."
Claire's eyebrows were shaped in a sort of severe way that made her
always look a little angry, so as she furrowed her brow in concern the
effect was doubled. I examined my nails. They were white and glossy.
"Yeah, so here's a question. My fingernails and lips and hair change
color sometimes when I'm accessing Sexbot routines, so why can't I just
make my hair pink if I want to? You know, by telling my hair 'Hair,
turn pink! That could be my super power. Changing my hair color."
Claire raised her eyebrows to signal worry, causing the furrows on her
forehead to change.
"You are going to get wrinkles if you keep doing that with your
eyebrows," I told her.
"Shit, someone's coming. I'll have to finish later. Bye." And Claire
was gone.
I tried to evaluate my state of mind. Had she made any changes that I
could feel? I wasn't as upset at Andrew as I had been in the morning.
In fact I wished he would come back from wherever he was. My recent
brief, intense and utterly imagined sexual encounter had left me hungry
for his presence.
After a while, when I didn't hear back from Claire, I decided to go
inside and take a much needed shower. When I got out, there was a
message from Joy.
'Call me about the wedding.'
Wedding? WTF? I wrapped a towel around myself and called her right
back. This time she answered.
"Well. Hello Paige," Joy's voice was absolutely unctuous, "I am so
thrilled that things got off to such a marvelous beginning with my
nephew. A blow job is such a fantastic icebreaker, don't you think? By
the way, I've given you 400 points for giving your first blow job. At
least I assume it was your first. Hmmm. Let's just say your first as a
woman."
"It was my first, but I didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.
It was also my last."
Joy actually giggled. That was something I hadn't heard in twenty some
years. "Oh, I do hope that's not true, for Andrew's sake. He's such a
nice boy isn't he? Now don't keep him all to yourself. Unless you
really can't help yourself. Ahh, young love. Did you know that your
pupils dilate and your heart speeds up every time I mention his name?"
"I'm calling bullshit, Joy. You don't even have access to my data right
now, thanks to the Feds. So what do you want? Besides demeaning and
debasing me, that is."
I did a sideways glance at the mirror to see what I looked like when I
was angry. Just as I thought, I was wrinkling my forehead. I tried to
smooth it out.
"I don't need the data sweetheart. A woman can just hear it in another
woman's voice. I wanted to give you a little head's up," she said. Then
she informed me that Andrew's cousin was getting married on the
weekend. It would be quite the elegant affair, she said. When I asked
her why I needed to know that, she laughed.
"Well, did I mention to you that Andrew and his longtime girlfriend
broke up earlier this year? That's why he wanted to get away. But now
he doesn't have a date for the wedding, and I thought to myself 'Who do
I know that he could take as his plus one.' Then it occurred to me.
You! You should be his plus one. That's got to be worth a lot of
points, don't you think? And you can show me how perfectly elegant you
can be. Isn't that a brilliant idea? Two birds with one stone and all
that."
"I'll pass, thank you. We just met so it's highly unlikely that he's
going to ask me," I said, trying to mask my surprising sense of regret.
"You know, this has ceased to be a game in any way, shape or smell.
It's just a way for you to torture me."
"No, no, not at all. Torture? I'm trying to help you have a perfect
summer, that's all. You made a list once, a long time ago, of how I
could improve myself. How I could be sexier, sweeter, more demure and a
better housewife. I still have that list somewhere. I was amazed at the
detail you included. Years later I thought 'now here's a man who truly
understands what it takes to be the perfect woman.' I know I never
measured up. I think it was just too abstract for me, but now, with you
demonstrating it for me - maybe there's hope. And if you can't see it's
a game, then I am truly disappointed. Maybe you don't recognize it
because you aren't used to games as nuanced and strategic as a woman's
life has to be, living in a world run by men. Let's see - an example:
how to make sure Andrew invites you to the wedding. I'll be glad to
give you some ideas on that subject. Oh, and how to make a good
impression on his friends and - more importantly - his family. Very
strategic. Like the opening moves in a chess game, don't you think?"
There was a part of me that would have happily listened to her advice,
but I would be dammed before I would give her that satisfaction. My jaw
hurt from my gritting my teeth. "I don't need your help. Maybe you
should focus on helping yourself. I understand you're being
investigated by the government."
"So true. So true. Small minds and all that. But what about you? I
understand you went behind my back and had your code altered. Such a
naughty girl. A new hairstyle, a bikini wax, even a small tattoo or
piercing I could understand. But having your code altered? How gouache.
If you wanted something changed all you had to do was ask. I only hope
that poor dear Claire didn't go and muck things up too badly. But don't
you go and worry your pretty little head. Everybody has a naughty side.
I think you told me once that a woman should be an angel in public, but
a devil in private."
"I don't remember saying that."
"Oh, of course you do. Don't you? Are you sure your memory is all
right, Paige? Sweetie?" She paused like a cat stalking a bird. "I'm
sure you can still tell me your full name. The one you signed on our
Marriage license. It wasn't Paige Elizabeth Williams back then, was
it?"
This was a trick. She was trying to trick me. "Of course I remember.
Why wouldn't I?"
She laughed. "I won't make you tell me. I just wondered. And do you
remember when we were in high school? Getting ready to go to prom? I
bet you a hundred points you don't remember what color your gown was."
I was getting so confused. Of course I knew my name. Of course I
remembered the color of my prom dress. Who doesn't remember a thing
like that. It was a deep blue floor length off the shoulder-"
Wait. Shit. What the hell was I thinking? "You're not as clever as you
think you are Claire. I didn't wear a dress to prom. I wore a tux. And
my full name is -"
Andrew's voice came through the bedroom door. "Paige? You home? Wanna
grab a slice of pizza and a beer or something?"
"You better go. Andrew is calling you. And you want to be his perfect
- what? Summer fling? Girlfriend? Life partner?"
"No," I yelled. Yes. I started to cry again. This just wasn't right.
"Oh, OK. Never mind," Andrew's voice called on the other side of the
door.
"No wait, I meant yes. Pizza yes," I called out. "Fuck you Joy," I
hissed into the phone.
"Oh, but you already did, Honey. Now it's your turn." Her voice was so
syrupy sweet it could cause a diabetic to have a seizure. "And I have
to say that you are really racking up those girl points. Keep it up! "
I hung up.
Andrew and I headed down the boardwalk to his favorite pizza place. I
wore a darling pink lace cropped camisole and white cut offs. I was a
little worried about the white shorts, since I didn't know what
happened if my period overflowed or whatever. But I had replaced the
tampon and figured girls did it all the time and I never saw blood
streaming down their legs, so I chanced it. I know it sounded weird,
but I liked the cut offs - they made my butt look cute and really
showed off my legs.
While we waited for our pizza slices to be heated (I got Hawaiian pizza
and he got pepperoni) I casually mentioned that I saw a car with "just
married" written on it in shaving cream.
"Poor saps," Andrew said pushing his straw in and out of his Coke and
carefully avoiding eye contact with me.
I asked him if he'd ever been to a wedding. "A few," he answered.
"You?"
I told him that although I expected to go to quite a few when my
girlfriends from college started tieing the knot, I had not actually
been to one since I was ten years old. He didn't take the bait. I
watched his eyes as he scanned the pizza shop, and wondered what he was
thinking about.
I was glad I would be able to change back to being a guy at the end of
the summer. Being a girl was an awful lot of work.
When we finished our pizza, I noticed his phone sitting on the table. I
snatched it up.
"What are you doing? Give me that back," he protested.
"Why? Do you have pictures of all your girlfriends on it? Show me," I
insisted, holding the phone just out of his reach. He made a couple of
grabs to try to get it back, brushing up against my boobs in the
process, which made my heart start beating so loud I thought he would
hear. "You want it? Try and get it!" I taunted and started running down
the beach. He was right behind and when I looked back to see where he
was, I stumbled, and we both fell into the still warm sand. He pushed
himself up so he didn't crush me, and caught between his arms and the
sand I rolled over. He was looking straight into my eyes and began to
kiss me. Or maybe I started kissing him. Anyway, we started kissing and
caressing each other when I felt a kind of a tingle down below, and
thought it must be a side effect of my period. Without warning I pushed
him off, realizing what the feeling was. I ran back to the cottage and
locked myself in the bathroom without saying a word. There really was
no way I could explain it at all. Down below, my girl parts were
changing. It was as if my clit had begun inflating like a balloon.
Suddenly I had a penis again, albeit a rather small one. But even
though it was barely three inches, it was standing at attention. I
still looked like a girl, but I had a fucking boner.
And hot salty tears were streaming silently down my face yet again.
"Not now. Not yet," I whispered.
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