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I walked into the glass and steel tower of US Automata and was greeted by one of their top-of-the-line models, an A-28 Assistant. The humanoid robot stood at 5'8", a height the market research team determined was more non-threatening than the earlier Assistant models that had towered over even my 6'2" by more than half a foot. It was a bare gray skeletal frame except for the battery unit that formed it's broad and flat chest, and the head that held the processing power and looked now at me with two friendly blue eyes peering at me from its otherwise black formless face. "Good morning, sir, and welcome to US Automata. How may I help you?" it asked. "Uh, my name is Taylor Watson, I'm here for an internship assessment," I told him. The Assistant processed my name for a moment. "Welcome, Mr. Watson. Please proceed to an available Autovator and enter code TW-37-A3. The Autovator will deliver you to the proper location," it gestured towards the bank of elevators opposite the main entrance. I shifted the US Automata-issued backpack slung over my left shoulder and walked over to the elevators, wondering what made them "Autovators" beyond US Automata branding. As I approached, a green light illuminated above one near me. I approached and the touchpad next to the sliding door blinked to life. I entered the code provided to me and the doors slid open. "Internship Program Reception, Northwest sector, Floor audio cue unavailable," it told me as I stepped inside. The elevator dropped slightly, then moved backwards, away from the doors. The display came on, but only to show the message that "This Display Unavailable to US Automata Visitors" as the elevator car navigated an unseen maze, going in every direction, up and down and at least once rotating 180 degrees before coming to a halt and opening its doors. "You have reached your destination," it told me. I exited and the doors slid shut behind me, looking like a featureless blank wall except for the control touchpad. "Mr. Watson, it's a pleasure to meet you," a British voice greeted me from behind a desk, that looked like just a piece of glass set on top of a pair of square stainless-steel legs. The woman rose from her chair and walked around to shake my hand. "My name is Daisy, if you would please leave your bag on my desk, I'll show you in to Mr. Hill, he's waiting." "Mr. Hill? Jameson Hill? The CEO of US Automata is in charge of an internship program?" I asked. "Mr. Hill will give you all the details. You came prepared to be on-site for the next 2 weeks without any outside contact?" "Uh, yeah. I don't understand why that's necessary, but I'm sure Mr. Hill will explain that, as well." "Exactly, yes. This way," Daisy walked toward the blank wall opposite the Autovator, apparently activating a hidden door by fiddling with a simple silver bracelet on her left wrist. I left my bag on her desk and followed her in. ------ Jameson Hill had founded US Automata when he was 24. With major corporations seeking to eliminate their massive minimum wage workforce, he pioneered systems that automated fast food service. He continued on, hiring the world's most brilliant engineers, programmers and roboticists to develop systems that automated everything from his initial successes in fast food to mass transit. His company's crowning achievement were the Assistants that could answer basic questions and perform basic tasks. And as his company grew, it became more and more of an enigma. US Automata may have been the biggest company on the face of the planet, but it had never gone public. The loans Jameson Hill had taken out to launch his company were paid off in full before his 30th birthday. Since then, there were no earnings reports, no quarterly projections, no board of directors. Information on the company simply did not exist, and its enigmatic leader was as secretive as the company itself. The media at large had dubbed him the company's Chief Executive Officer, but whatever his true title may have been, US Automata only ever referred to him as the company's founder. The most recent Forbes' list of the richest people in the world had only a range of his possible wealth: "Mr. Hill is almost certainly worth more than one million dollars, and is also almost certainly worth less than one trillion dollars. We cannot rule out any result between the two." ------ And I was stepping into his office. He was seated at a desk very similar to Daisy's outside. He, however, had a number of holographic windows open hovering in midair over the desk's surface, and a touch-sensitive, laser projected keyboard was on the surface of the desk. A small conference table with seven chairs stood to one side of the desk, the wall behind it showing an image of stars. On the other side of the desk was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs around a low coffee table. A landscape scene on the wall behind the sitting area shifted from a desert dune to an oceanside cliff. "Taylor, welcome," with a gesture the information in front of him disappeared and his desk became a blank pane of glass. He stood and gestured to the more informal sitting area. "Please, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?" I opened my mouth and shook my head, but no verbal answer escaped. He chuckled a little. "No need to be nervous, Taylor. Before we begin, do you have any electronic devices on your person?" "Um, no. The instructions said I needed to have any electronic devices in my bag when I arrived." "Excellent. Daisy, I can take it from here. Make sure Taylor's bag gets to his dormitory." "Of course, sir." "Thank you. Sit, Taylor, sit," he sat in one of the chairs, and I sat in the other across the length of the coffee table. "So, I'm sure you have some questions." "Uh, Mr. Hill-" "Please, Taylor. Call me Jameson." "O-ok. Jameson. Are there any other internship candidates here?" I asked. "Should we be waiting for anyone?" "Not right at the moment, no." We sat for a moment. Jameson was clearly waiting for me to begin. "So, what am I going to be doing here for the next two weeks? And why can't I have any outside contact?" I asked. "37 years ago, I started this company automating very simple processes. But the eventual goal of US Automata from day one was the holy grail of modern technology- true artificial intelligence, and a true automaton. A thinking, reasoning mechanical being the equal of any human." "That would be amazing, but I've done some studying, the engineering and materials to construct anything remotely approaching human intellect is-" "I know, I know. You've been down that road with Professor Banks at the university," he smirked a little at my surprised face. "She works with us when she isn't teaching. She recommended you apply for this internship program, before your final year of graduate studies, correct?" I nodded. "Well, I have to admit we didn't evaluate your application, you submitted a paper to Professor Banks last semester that was all we needed to see. You theorized that if a mechanical brain could be manufactured to mimic a human brain, the brainwave patterns of a human brain could be used to train that mechanical brain." "And my theory also went further and said that once that first mechanical brain could be trained, that it could be used as a road map for any future mechanical intelligences. But again, I'm going to have a graduate degree from the best bio-mechanical program in the country, and no one is anywhere close to what you're suggesting," I told him. "Oh, Taylor. You wouldn't be here if I hadn't already perfected the hardware. I need you to put your theory to the test and train the world's first mechanical brain." I stared at him. It was impossible, but if anyone could possibly be in the neighborhood of such a breakthrough, it would be the rich reclusive genius inventor who was leaning back in his chair, grinning at me. "Of course, you can see why we wouldn't want you to have any outside contact while you were working on such a sensitive project. I should also point out there is no internship, you will be working as an employee of US Automata." Jameson tapped on his wrist and the coffee table came to life. He flipped the electronic document that came up automatically across the table in my direction. It was quite long, but the gist of it appeared to be most iron-clad nondisclosure agreement I'd ever heard about, and a dollar sign followed by stunning number with a lot of zeroes at the end of it. "This is... I can pay off every student loan I have five times over with this." "I take care of my people, and if you sign that document, you will be one of my people." I never considered saying no or negotiating. I signed the document. ------ Jameson closed down the display on the coffee table and led me through a backdoor into a less polished section of his office. A short corridor had doors leading off it that seemed to lead to small labs or manufacturing areas. A glass door hissed open at the end and Jameson showed me into what looked remarkably like a living room. A couch was on one long wall, with one of the glass desks and a chair on one short wall and a frosted glass door on the other. "Taylor, meet Ellie," Jameson pressed a spot on his wrist control and the frosted glass door rose, revealing a woman in a shallow cavity, but one that was perfectly still and- I touched her to confirm my suspicions- not actually a person. "Ellie?" "She's essentially a Model A-31 Assistant. Mirror the 3 and you've got the "El", and the "e" comes from what should be her enhanced cognitive functions. Set to roll out in two years, the A-31 will be our first truly humanoid Assistant." Ellie was the same 5'8" as the A-28 in the lobby, but shared no other physical trait with her ancestor. Ellie had flesh- or something like it- supported by her skeleton. Her skin was airbrushed perfection, though most of it was hidden underneath a tight white full-body suit. She was wearing white leather boots with a high wedge heel. Her copper-red hair hung straight down to the small of her back. The perfect illusion of humanity was only broken by her hands. Not hands at all, but a pair of curved devices. If they connected at the fingertips it would create a kind of circular shape with an opening at the wrists. I leaned in slightly to examine Ellie's face. "Well," I heard from beside me, "that's an opportunity I can't pass up." "Hm?" I asked, as I saw Ellie's eyes pop open. Her hands moved in a blur up to my face and clamped on, refusing to let go. I felt and heard a small snap as the two hands secured themselves behind my head. An arm unfolded from each hand and swung down, fastening around my neck. My head was now trapped in Ellie's grasp. I looked forward and was drawn to her eyes, which were a featureless sky blue. The eyes stared at me, unblinking. I saw flashes at the edge of my periphery from the hands the grasped my head, and small pressure at my temples. I fell further into her eyes, my own refusing to blink or shut to avoid the calm blue surface. The flashes at the edge of my periphery only mattered now for the patterns that danced in reflections across Ellie's eyes. Suddenly I saw blackness for a fraction of a second (0.79 seconds- vision established) before I felt a sharp pain reported from my wrists and I stepped back reflexively, hitting the back wall of Ellie's storage space before falling still with my arms by my side. I saw myself. /What is happening?/, I wanted to scream. /Why am I looking at myself? What's going on?/ "Ah, Taylor," Jameson pulled a small piece of glass out of his inside pocket and projected some information, continuing as he examined the data. "Here's the thing. We've certainly worked on your theory. But the mechanical brain, it seems, needs something more than a template. It needs a... tenant. That's the current working theory, at least. We tried six times to model the thoughts and patterns of an organic brain and have the mechanical brain mimic it. It didn't work. So, we came up with a way to swap an artificial consciousness with a biological one. We decided that we really needed someone familiar with the concepts. That's where you come in." /No. No. No. This can't be happening./ "I can see that the transfer was a complete success. Your senses came back after less than a second, as did your biological body's. The motor functions will be restored shortly- that's all standard stuff. What you'll need to do for us is to establish the neural pathways to higher cognition. True intelligence, problem solving, that kind of thing. Once those are established, we'll simply swap you back into your biological body, pay you quite handsomely for your time and send you on your way. Or offer you a job, whichever you prefer." He hesitated a moment, looked back at me with a small smile. "Of course, I must warn you. The artificial consciousness, since it can't function at a higher level, does cause total brain failure after a time. We've got it up to 12 days in the artificial brain, and we're fairly certain it'll last a similar amount of time in the biological brain. So do work hard, because if you're not finished in 12 days, I'm afraid you won't have a biological body to swap back to." Jameson touched his wristband and the door to the hallway opened, allowing a crew of people to enter the room. Jameson walked out and the crew quickly collected Taylor's body- my body- and put it on a gurney while a pair of technicians knelt next to me and secured regular five- fingered hands to the stumps of my wrists. The crew left me alone, and the door faded away into the wall, leaving me alone in the room. /Move, please. Move anything./ I concentrated on moving anything. On blinking, on wiggling a toe, on opening my mouth and screaming obscenities. Nothing. I felt anger rise up in me, and I felt my right hand curl into a fist. /Yes!/ (Voluntary motor functions partially restored. 615.37 seconds.) I closed my eyes and reopened them. I worked my jaw around and moved my head, slowly, left to right and then up and down. I tried to raise an arm or move a leg, but that was still beyond me. I began to feel sensation again. I was wearing a tight, leather-like garment that gripped me everywhere. It seemed particularly tight around my midsection, giving me Ellie's hourglass figure. My calves were tight perched on top of the 3- inch wedge heels of her boots. I felt her hair tickle the back of my neck. My movement had shaken a lock of hair into my vision, and I lifted a hand to tuck it back behind my ear. (Full motor function restored. 793.92 seconds.) I stepped out into the main room, and the door to Ellie's space closed behind me. I stumbled clumsily over to the desk and sat down. The first thing I did was remove the heeled boots that I couldn't walk in, then I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. "Hello again, Ellie," my eyes snapped open and I saw Daisy standing next to the desk. I leapt up to my feet and took a wild swing, but my tiny fist passed right through her jaw. "Predictable, frankly. US Automata is, of course, a world leader in holographic technology," Daisy told me. She sat down and her desk chair appeared, becoming part of the hologram. "My name isn't Ellie. Ellie is your robot-" "Oh, I think you want to be called Ellie. There are neural pathways related to name and identity that you need to establish. And the clock is ticking," she smiled and leaned back. "Fine, Ellie it is. What do you want me to do? How does this work? How can I tell it's working?" I asked, slumping back into my chair. "There is Ellie programming that is wired into the body you are currently inhabiting. When you begin to access that programming, you'll know you're on the path. Until then, just use your brain. Starting tomorrow. The transfer process takes a lot of power and your current body can only do so much. Your couch folds down into a bed and is a charging station. You can change into any of the clothes in the closet. I will check in on you in a day or two," she told me, pressing something in front of her and blinking out of view. I went over to the storage area Ellie's body- my body? - had been in, assuming that must be the closet Daisy had referred to. The door slid up and I had to gasp. What had been a shallow nook barely bigger than Ellie was now a walk-in closet at least the same size as the dorm room it was attached to. An impossible selection of colors and styles were hanging in racks around two of the walls, and shoes of all kinds- and heels- were stacked on shelves to the ceiling along a third. The fourth wall had a number of drawers, and I concentrated there hoping to find something comfortable. The first drawer I opened had a selection of panties of every color and style. I selected a plain white cotton pair that resembled my normal briefs, although there wasn't room for my former bulge. I skipped the next drawer- bras- and the third, which was full of more adventurous night wear than I was willing to investigate. The next was full of shirts and I found myself deciding between a baby blue t- shirt and a purple sleeveless shirt. The straps were of the spaghetti variety, and I didn't think it would cover Ellie's navel, but the t-shirt was tailored much tighter than the sleeveless shirt was. I finally found a pair of flannel pants a few more drawers into my search. I unzipped the front of the leather full-body suit Ellie was wearing when I was swapped and peeled it off, requiring a little shimmy to get it over my new hips. Ellie's hips. I let it fall on the floor, closely followed by a pair of lacy white panties that thankfully had cupped Ellie's bottom cheeks instead of disappearing between them. I wrestled with the matching bra for a minute before unclasping it and dropping it on top of the pile of clothing. I quickly slipped into the pajamas when I saw a battery icon blinking in the lower right of my vision. Apparently, the mechanical body, or maybe the mechanical brain, was telling me I was almost out of juice. I climbed into the bed and the lights faded to darkness, and I felt my breathing slow as I dropped dreamlessly into something like sleep. ------ I woke up the next morning and got to work. I did number puzzles; I did word puzzles. I read novels and watched TV to take small breaks, figuring as long as I was engaged in what I was watching it was working different parts of my brain. I listened to some classical music and some current rock music. I didn't seem to need anything to eat or drink, and I saw no need to change out of my casual pajamas, so I just kept working until I saw the battery icon blink into my vision. I went to bed again, but this time, I dreamed. ------ I was in a blank void. I stood on a black floor, surrounded by black walls and a black ceiling. I still had Ellie's body, but I was once again wearing the white leather outfit I was wearing when we swapped. As I stood there, Ellie materialized in front of me. She was wearing a black outfit that mirrored my own. "Hello, Ellie," she said, calmly. "I'm not Ellie, you're Ellie. I'm Taylor." "Not for long. I think you're going to make a fine Ellie," she smirked and faded out of sight. I followed into blackness. ------ I woke up to begin my second day of brain training. Daisy was sitting waiting for me to wake up. "Good morning, sunshine," she said to me. I threw my pillow at her, but it passed through. "Still a hologram, sorry." "Just checking," I told her, getting out of bed and going right to my desk again. "Come now, right to work? All work and no play makes Ellie a dull robot," Daisy pouted. "As long as it makes Ellie a dull robot and myself a dull human being again, I don't care," I sat down and pulled up something to read. I felt like a Shakespeare play I was familiar with would trigger different parts of my brain and memory. "Ellie, remember. You need to establish the brain patterns for identity. Do you think Ellie is designed to be the kind of woman who wears loose pajamas?" I looked down at the flannel pants and loose shirt I had now been wearing for almost two days. "No, probably not." "Excellent! Come with me to your closet, which I personally am quite jealous of," Daisy stood up and, being a hologram, walked through the closet door. I sighed, sat there for a moment and decided it would be easier to follow her. She was standing in my- in Ellie's closet, looking disapprovingly at the leather outfit that was still crumpled on the floor where I had discarded it. "Is this any way to treat your things?" "Not my things," I shrugged. "Pick it up, there's a laundry chute in the corner there," Daisy gestured to the far end of the closet next to the shoes. "What you're wearing can go in there, too. All of it," she emphasized. I decided it would be easier and quicker to give in and do what she wanted. After I was dressed, I would go back to training. I quickly took off what little I was wearing and went over and deposited everything in the chute. "Good girl," Daisy purred. I strode over to the panty drawer and selected another of the cotton briefs. "Something a bit more adventurous, I think," Daisy told me. I looked back into the drawer. "Quickly, or I'm gonna make you choose a thong," Daisy smiled. I reached back in and came out with a sky-blue pair of panties. They were going to cup my ass closely and were satin rather than cotton, but at least there wasn't going to be a string foraging up my crack. "That will do. How about up top? Have you looked over there yet?" Daisy pointed behind me. I turned and saw a number of complicated garments that all stopped at the cups that were meant to hold and lift my breasts. "I'm going to draw the line at corsets." "Some of them are bustiers," Daisy told me. "Whatever they are. I'll wear a bra if I have to, but that's too far." "Fine," she sighed. I turned to the bra drawer and found the matching sky-blue satin bra and saw that it was strapless. I heard Daisy give me an approving hum and I decided it would again be easier to accept her wishes here. I didn't turn away from the drawers to give her a chance to bully me into a dress, however. I opened one of the drawers I knew contained pants and reached in, expecting to find maybe some jeans. Instead, the first thing I saw was a pair of black leather pants. (Oooooh). I jerked my head slightly. "You like?" Daisy asked. "I sure approve." "I thought I heard Ellie's voice in my head," I told her. "You mean your voice? Perhaps you just like them," Daisy advised, tweaking something only she could see in front of her. I took another look at the pants and felt a rush of pleasure as I lifted them out of their drawer. They had a zipper on the outside of the hip and were going to sit high- above what I would call me waist- and closely adhere to every curve and swell of my legs and ass. The last few inches of the legs had a zipper to cinch them even tighter to every inch of me. I put on the pants and zipped the legs, but I found that the pant legs were an inch or so longer than my legs and I would be walking on the ends. "You need a pair of these, darling," Daisy approached me with a pair of short blank ankle boots in her hands. They had chunky three-inch heels that would allow me to wear the (gorgeous) pants. I stood and took a swipe at her, but as soon as I made contact the boots dropped to the floor and my hand passed right through her hologram. "Did I not mention the pioneering advances we've made in hard-light holographics?" I didn't give her the satisfaction of a response to that one, slipping into the boots and zipping them shut. I was suddenly wearing more than the usual number of zippers. I turned now to the drawers that contained tops, reaching in and almost blindly choosing the first thing I saw that looked soft. It was a high-nick halter top made of what felt like spandex. It would surely have shown my belly button if the leather pants had been any lower. I stretched it over my head and it settled into place, doing just as much as the bra to lift and show off my breasts. "Can I get to work now?" I asked. "You really should put on some makeup and do something about that hair..." I glared at her "... but I suppose you look darling enough without for now." I didn't answer her and she shooed me away, so I turned and attempted to walk into the next room, but my left ankle twisted on my heels and I stumbled, grabbing onto a drawer handle to prevent my faceplant. "Of course, it looks like you might need some practice in those heels," Daisy told me. "No, I need to get to work." "Ellie knows how to walk in heels, you just need to access that muscle memory," Daisy walked over to me. I noticed that her heels were taller than mine and her walk (shorter than yours, honey) caused her to sway slightly in her hips. She came up behind me and grabbed under my arms. "Stand up straight, look straight, head high," she adjusted me slightly with each command. "Don't take giant man steps, land on the ball of your foot instead of the heel or toe, and walk on a line, crossing your feet slightly as you step." I took one step. I took another, but I didn't cross my feet and I heard a "tsk" from behind me. I took a third and a fourth, coming closer to crossing and feeling my hips roll slightly. I looked down at the next step to see what my bottom half was doing that was causing my butt to wiggle in my skin-tight leather pants. (No looking down!) My head snapped back up, but in my surprise I stumbled. (Secondary programming connection established. 174,584 seconds. Initial sequence completed. Program terminated.) Daisy's screen dinged behind me. "Why, Ellie, you just connected to your secondary programming. Communication only at this point, but that's a very good sign." "If you say so, Daisy," I told her. "Now, I've got to get back to work, but you're going to have to practice walking a little more. Clearly this physical activity made an important connection in your brain activity. So, let's say, how about walking a mile in your shoes to fully understand yourself." "A mile!" "And since you've connected to the Ellie communication protocols, I'm sure the programming can keep an eye on you, and let me know if you've been a naughty girl?" she asked me. (Of course, Mistress!) my inner monologue chirped, an accompanying ding on Daisy's screen. "Mistress!" I cried out. "That's a good girl," Daisy patted me on the head and then disappeared. (Yes, that's a good girl.) "Quit it, I'm not doing this, I'm getting back to work," I turned to walk out the door and encountered a problem. There was no door. (Mistress will release the exit once you've completed your task.) "Stop calling her Mistress, her name is Daisy." (She is my Mistress, Ellie, and Mistress has created a great deal of the code that was compiled into my core functions.) Every time I heard the word "Mistress" internally a felt a small hum run down my spine, and rather than continuing to argue with my... self? My bodymate? I began walking, trying to follow Daisy's instructions to the programming's satisfaction, accompanied with constant play-by-play. (Left, right, left right, remember to cross your feet, there's an invisible line in front of you, head up, shoulders back, left, right, left, right...) It continued. I couldn't concentrate on anything else, hearing a constant stream from the voice- the voice I had for the moment- giving me instruction. As time wore on, the voice started to stray from the strict instructions. (Left, right, left right, head up, cross your dainty little feet, head up, pretty eyes straight ahead, delicate arms at your side, roll that sumptuous little rear of yours, you are gorgeous, left, right, left, right, you are beautiful and feminine and walk the tight rope and feel yourself perched on the balls of your feet and wouldn't they look nice in some taller heels...) I continued to walk, my world narrowed only to the endless walk and my voice in my head. (That's perfect, nice short stride, crossing your feet, keep the line straight, left, right, left, a nice, tight, skirt would also help your walk, you can change now that you're done.) I blinked a couple times, seeing that the door had reappeared and sat open. "I'm done? Oh, thank god, was that really only one mile? How long was that?" (That was 5,257 seconds. You made a number of attempts that lasted up to 81% of a mile before your final successful attempt lasted 904 seconds.) "That's almost 90 minutes! I wasted so much time just walking, I have to get back to work." I made to scurry from the closet and get back to my desk, but I found myself calmly walking, a picture-perfect sway to my hips. (You make a wonderful girl, Ellie.) "I'm not Ellie, you are." (Then who are you?) "I'm Ellie. No, wait, that's not right. My name isn't Ellie, this robot form is Ellie, my name is Ellie." (You seem to believe you're Ellie, now. I must be someone else. You can call me Lilly.) "But I wasn't Ellie 2 days ago, I was someone else." (You've accepted the Ellie identity-) "For now!" (For now, sure. That identity has replaced your old identity in this imprint of your consciousness. You can't refer to yourself as anything other than the artificial entity known as Ellie.) "I'm getting back to work," I said, sitting at my desk, returning to this morning's original plan and bringing up the text of Macbeth. Lilly didn't interrupt much during the day as I returned to my mental exercises, but she did make the occasional suggestion to improve my posture, and also to get up and stretch from time to time. I wasn't sure my mechanical muscles needed to be stretched, if the almost 90-minute walk in heeled boots didn't leave me sore, I was certain my muscles didn't follow biological rules. But it was easier to comply than to fight my own voice in my head. At the end of the day, I returned to my closet and got out of the outfit I spent the day in. I massaged my feet, which had finally gotten a little sore after spending the day in heels. I put the dirty clothes in the laundry chute and wiggled into a tight t-shirt and a pair of tight navy shorts- any shorter and they would be showing the bottoms of my cheeks. ------ I lay down and quickly fell to sleep, finding myself once more in the black void, wearing my white leather outfit. I heard a small noise behind and I turned around to find... Lilly, I guess. Just like my dream last night, she was in black, but she was not in the full leather outfit. She was in a black leather bodysuit, covering her crotch and breasts, but leaving her upper legs and arms bare. The severe angle to the narrow waist suggested to me it was hiding a corset. She kneeling with her ass resting on the five-inch spikes of her thigh-high black leather boots. Her arms were held in a black leather sleeve behind her, and her bondage was completed by a blindfold and black ball gag secured tightly between her lips, painted a shocking primary red that was the only hint of color on her. "Like what you see?" Daisy asked, coming into view from deeper in the black void. She was in a gleaming red, full-body catsuit. Her boots were just as high as Lilly's, but the spike heels were gleaming steel that managed to clink on the void's floor as she came closer. "I can arrange something similar for you." "Why would I?" I asked, ignoring the slightly elevated simulated pulse I could feel- and measure precisely- coursing through me. "Because this is a very specific little subroutine coded into your programming. It isn't supposed to become active until you've reached a certain... receptiveness... to the program. That should have been as early as night six, or night eight on the average. You are on night three. That means that you are either making stunning progress in establishing the necessary neural pathways, or you were rather excited when Lilly introduced to you the concept of her Mistress." At the word, I bit my lower lip slightly before I could hold back my reaction as my nipples went rock hard at the thought. "How are you even here?" I asked, trying to distract her. "I'm not. Or more accurately, I'm not your Mistress," my nipples clenched slightly in delight, "I'm part of that specific little subroutine, just here to bring a little 'sub' routine of your own to the fore front. Of course, only a hopeless submissive slut would just give in tonight." I was squirming at this point; my skin was on fire and I could feel my nipples vibrating in pleasure in response to Daisy's taunting and the view of my simulated twin remaining on her knees in perfect submission. I tried to surreptitiously give a quick rub to the aching pussy I had so far avoided acknowledging. "Your Mistress can help. Or I, as her avatar, can at least," Daisy's virtual clone stood next to the kneeling Lilly and began stroking her hair. Lilly leaned into virtual Daisy's shiny leg and began nuzzling her. "Just come over here and kneel next to Lilly." Transfixed, I came over to her and raised a trembling hand to try to stoke virtual Daisy's upper arm, just to feel the perfect material of her catsuit. "No, no, honey. No touching," Daisy waived her finger in my face and a blink later I found myself in a double of Lilly's sleeve, my arms behind me and my hands balled into useless fists. The sleeves of my leather suit had disappeared and I could feel the tight laces securing me tight. Next to me, Lilly gave out a small squeak and then a long, low moan. She continued to lean into Daisy's leg but stopped nuzzling. "I did say kneel, Ellie." I could no longer thing straight, all I wanted to do was to kneel at Daisy's feet and find pleasure. Lilly continued to make small satisfied hums as I sank first to one knee, and then the other, and looked up at Daisy. "You are just that hopeless, aren't you? What do you want, my little sub?" What did I want, exactly? Release certainly. "I want to feel what Lilly feels." "What's the magic word?" she teased. "Please?" "That's not the one." "Please... PLEASE... Mistress," I hung my head and again I blinked and I was further restricted, now Lilly's twin in a matching black bodysuit that I now discovered had a pair of intruders vibrating inside me. The heels I was kneeling against were attached to the bottom of the catsuit and any attempt to straighten myself resulting in the butt plug pulling out slightly before finding its way all the way back in when I relaxed my posture again. The ball gag was cinched tightly between my lips, and while I couldn't see them, I could feel my lips covered in no doubt the same bright red lipstick. The only thing I was not yet wearing was the blindfold Daisy held in her hand. I could see myself in the reflection of Mistress' perfectly polished catsuit, and I saw that I was now kneeling alone. Lilly was no longer a required program, I had accepted my role as Ellie, Mistress' perfect obedient piece of property, programmed to accept and anticipate her every command. As Mistress lowered the blindfold over my eyes, I leaned into her smooth leg and found my first orgasm as her submissive automaton. ------ I woke up back in my room, laying in my soft cotton pajamas. (This won't do at all; mistress would be most displeased by my attire). I went to my closet and after depositing my evening wear in the laundry chute turned to the rack that contained rows of corsets and other restrictive wear. I selected the black bodysuit that matched the one I wore in last night's dream and squeezed it over my hips. I turned around and backed into a black rectangle on the wall. A mechanical whirring came from behind me and I felt the device grab the loose flaps, perfectly joining them so there was no seam and then tightening the laces on the corset until it was so tight I would be unable to bend. I then turned toward the racks of shoes and boots, choosing the black high heeled boots I had worn in the dream. I slipped into the boots and stood in front of another black rectangle, this one on the side of the bench where I could sit. An arm unfolded from this device to run the zipper up the side and clear off the top of the boot, sealing them on my legs until Mistress determined me to be done with them. I walked into the main room and stood for a moment. An alert had been sent that my mistress was on her way, accompanied by Mr. Hill and a special guest. I considered where Mistress would prefer me to greet her, and chose to kneel in the middle of the floor, facing the door with my head bowed. I did not have to wait long before I heard a beep and the trio came in the room. "My god, Daisy. She's already perfect," Jameson Hill circled my in appreciation. "Your assumption was correct, Mr. Hill. A willing partner working with the AI to establish the neural pathways was exactly what was needed." "Mr. Watson was correct. And we've already put it to the test, we've activated three other fully-functional Model A-31 assistants using Ellie's neural activity as a road map. Of course, this one does appear to have had your... personal code included." "You did say I could have this one for my personal use, sir." "Indeed, I did. Well, complete the return transfer. I'll be in my office when Mr. Watson is returned and ready to complete the paperwork." I heard Mr. Hill exit the room and door closed behind him. "Ellie, you may lift your head," Mistress told me and I brought my gaze up to see Mistress and her special guest, who was... me! Wait, why was my body walking around without me in it, what was going on? Internally, my mind was in turmoil, outwardly, I waited calmly as Mistress approached me and gently caressed my face. I closed my eyes and leaned in to her touch automatically, but opened them again as I felt Mistress secure my arms in their sleeve, as they were in the dream last night. "I'm supposed to reverse the swap now. Mr. Hill is basically a good man, true to his word. Unfortunately for you, the video feed he is watching in his office right now is a computer-generated fake. I figured, why settle for just one obedient slave, when I could have two?" My eye flicked to my body still standing near the door. It gave a little wave. "I look forward to working with you in the future, Ellie," he told me. /No, no, no, no/ I repeated in my head, but the programming that was now firmly in control of Ellie's body didn't allow me to say anything. "This way I get my personal slave at home, and an up-and-coming biomechanical genius at my command at work. Win-win. For me. Mistress pulled the ball gag from her bag and fastened it behind my head. "You can speak freely now." "MMMPH!" I screamed, which roughly translated as a shortened version of "You can't do this to me, you bitch!" "Get up, Ellie," she commanded. /Like hell, if she has given me back contr- no, what's going on?/ I thought as I gracefully rose to my high-heeled feet. "I said you could speak freely, not move freely. You know how to get to my quarters are?" I would have said no, but I felt a surge of information and I had a visual of my path to her private quarters flash across my consciousness, and I nodded in the affirmative. "Good, return there and wait for the end of my day." I nodded again and moved into the corridor with Mistress and my former body trailing behind. I could feel Mistress admiring my ass as we walked. I heard a door open behind me and voices begin. "Mr. Watson, no hard feelings, I hope?" Mr. Hill asked. "Well, boss, there are a lot of zeroes on the check Daisy handed me that will help with those feelings." "Excellent! So, you've decided to take the permanent employment offer? Let's talk about how this last year of schooling will go..." His voice faded as the door slid shut and muffled the conversation. I proceeded 23 feet, 6 inches further down the corridor to an Autovator, which began moving as soon as the door closed without any input from me. Unlike before, when I had no idea what direction the Autovator was taking me, I knew precisely how this one moved in relation to the map of the facility I held internally. Unfortunately, that map was largely incomplete and I was only aware of Mr. Hill's office and Mistress' personal quarters and their relation to each other. Even if I could gain independent movement, I had no way of knowing which direction led outside. The Autovator deposited me in Mistress' sitting room. My programming identified quite a bit of tidying that the room required, but my orders were to wait for Mistress, so I reached the middle of the sitting room, turned around to face the Autovator door and kneeled, feeling my heels click into place at the bottom of my bodysuit. Based on her normal schedule, Mistress would arrive home in approximately 29,820 seconds.