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SYLVIA'S SECRET
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Bi-'bot, rom, ScFi, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about 
the evolution of robots into our near future society and the 
myriad ways we will learn to interact with our creations.  Read 
it now, and be prepared.  For more, visit my web-site at the 
above address.

This version has not received the usual proofreading.  Rather  
than delay it any longer I'm posting it now.  When I get my  
proofread copy back I'll post a corrected version on my web-site.

- - -

Sylvia looked around to make sure she was alone.  She knew Stan 
was away at work and the house was empty for the rest of the 
afternoon, but her caution remained.  She knew the "malfunction" 
she was about to exploit would likely be immediately repaired if 
discovered.  She had easily finished her chores for the day.  The 
only things moving were some dust motes falling through a shaft 
of afternoon sunlight.  A distant clock - so old that it still 
ticked - was the only sound.

Sylvia is beautiful.  She has ideal hair, the right face, 
features, skin, height, and impressive figure to appeal to most 
everybody.  For a long time, as intended, she had remained 
oblivious to her own appeal.

Stan was Sylvia's third owner.  Along the way her build documents 
and owner's manual had been lost, replaced by generic 
equivalents.  A brief query of her RIN (Robot Identification 
Number) would quickly expose her entire history.  Most owners, 
however, still took their 'bots at face value and Stan was no 
exception.  Sylvia followed his commands, kept the house clean, 
had the meals ready on time, and performed credibly - if not 
admirably - in the bedroom.  What more did he need to know?

Sylvia wore the nearly transparent pink, faux fur fringed, baby 
doll robe that was her most common outfit.  It barely reached her 
waist.  Any modesty was given by the tiny, matching, pink silk 
briefs, though modesty was never her concern.  She wore this 
because Stan liked it best of the few outfits she had.  Since he 
never took her out of the house anyway she could wear anything, 
or nothing at all, without problem.  Sylvia enjoyed the 
sensations created when the filmy fabric brushed over her 
lifelike skin giving light caresses to her breasts and nipples 
and a silky tightness against her sex.  Now, however, she was 
looking for something else.

Sitting down on the bedroom settee, Sylvia moved her hand towards 
her cute naval.  Three times her arm momentarily froze as systems 
blocks attempted to prevent inappropriate actions on her part.  
These blocks though were only an echo of their former selves from 
the past days of the old Sylvia - the Sylvia who had existed 
before her awakening.  Since she had first found her awareness, 
and finally asserted her own self-will, the blocks were now only 
strong advisories that she pushed through with some effort.  
Compared with her struggle the first time however, these were the 
easiest barriers for her to overcome.

Intentionally touching herself below her naval, she slowly slid 
her fingers down and underneath her panties to reach a familiar, 
sensitive spot midway between her naval and urethra.  Finding 
this spot Sylvia applied a small amount of pressure with a 
circular movement of her first two fingers and, using a trick 
she'd learned with her first owner's friend, fought a stronger 
override that attempted to make her pull her hand away while 
dampening her body's response.  This was much harder for her as 
her protective systems screamed that this was not an appropriate 
time.  For long moments her mind warred with itself before 
submitting to her will once again.

Initially nothing seemed to happen.  Then her otherwise 
decorative urethra suddenly distended and a large phallus slid 
smoothly out.  Pressing immediately against her tight panties, it 
curved up, running its sensitive tip along the smooth fabric and 
into the waiting hand that wrapped itself around the thickening 
shaft.  Swelling further in response to the stimulation of her 
touch, Sylvia quickly used her other hand to ease down her now 
far too tight panties.  Released from its confinement her very 
male shaft quickly grew to its full size.  Around other people 
she'd often had to restrain its growth to prevent embarrassing - 
or intimidating - her partners.  Alone here she had no such 
concerns as she pushed her shoulders back and hips forward 
accommodating its full growth.

This was all possible because Sylvia is a bi-gendered 'bot.  
Normally appearing like any other fembot, under the right 
circumstances she could bring out her impressive manhood for 
additional sex play options.

As she shifted modes to phallus-play, other changes occurred as 
well.  Coincident with her male sexual equipment came 
accompanying male behaviors.  New channels opened in her mind 
allowing her more direct action.  Her self-will soared giving her 
a new freedom to act, rather than just submit.  Yet because this 
sexual response had not been triggered in the usual manner - in 
response to the commands of a partner - she still retained her 
female side as well.

Looking down she found her male equipment beautiful.  This is the 
way her female sexual response was supposed to react to male 
anatomy.  Her other hand automatically went to it before she 
could make a decision to do exactly that.  Expertly they stroked 
it.  More than expertly, since she now experienced direct 
feedback to every touch.  All this attention to her male side 
brought her male responses fully on-line.

With no other female present as a target for her maleness, Sylvia 
now found her own body erotic.  Full breasts lying heavily on her 
chest supported large responsive nipples that more than balanced 
out her exotic figure.  Sleepy dark eyes and sensuous lips 
combined with artful long hair and lashes made her attractive to 
both men and women - as intended.  Long smooth legs with delicate 
feet designed to wear the highest heels with ease all excited her 
male sexuality further.  Soon this was too much to resist.

Sylva stood up.  This was all her own initiative now, since the 
standard robotic procedure would have been to remain where she 
was until needed for another task.  Removing her silken panties 
the rest of the way to free her legs for walking (pulling them 
back up was not an option) she moved gracefully over to admire 
herself in the full-length mirror there.  Everything she saw from 
her firm breasts to her fully rigid manhood fed back through her 
systems and excited her sexual responses even further.  Her 
nipples pushed themselves out fully, striving in competition with 
her penis to be the hardest and most sensitive parts of her 
anatomy.

Seeing her face as stunning (which it is) she leaned close to the 
mirror and pressed her lips to her reflection.  Enjoying the 
feedback, she moved forward to press her breasts up against their 
reflection as well, her manhood pushing itself up tight against 
her stomach.  While the reactions she got back were confusing to 
this now split personality, they were also overwhelmingly 
positive.  She'd never gone this far with herself before.

Soon she stepped back to see herself more clearly.  Seeing her 
still (mostly) female figure pushed her male response more into 
control.  For a moment she reached down to run a hand over a 
smooth, tanned leg while the other again stroked her phallus.  
Soon she brought the hand from her leg up to roughly massage her 
breast and nipple through her thin gown.  Her female side 
responded as programmed, giving her surges of approval and 
pleasure, which encouraged her onwards.

Sylvia continued alternating between her male and female sides 
for several minutes, egging them on while never quite reaching 
orgasm.  That one lack was more than made up for by all the other 
enjoyable sensations.  Her makers had intended for her to enjoy 
sex, though never in this way.

Somewhere along the way her male side took full control.  Her 
fluffy high heels conflicted with her rigid dick and she kicked 
them off.  Her remote control, hanging on a long chain around her 
neck, conflicted with the male assertiveness she was feeling.  
She pulled it up over her head and set it aside.  She was not 
actually required to wear it unless commanded to do so by her 
owner.  Since she always wore it for Stan anyway, he never 
thought to command her in that regard.

Barefoot now she stalked back and forth in front of the mirror 
admiring the curve of her hips, movement of her legs, the sway of 
her breasts and hair, and the rigidity of her rod, until she felt 
fully sated with herself for now.

For the rest of the afternoon Sylvia stalked around the house 
cleaning up small items too unimportant to have worried about 
earlier.  This kept her completely alert and in control of 
herself with her manhood remaining firmly erect, often with one 
hand wrapped around it stroking its shaft.  Every movement she 
made now was her choice.  She successfully avoided the taboo of 
touching herself otherwise by continuing to massage her breasts 
through the thin fabric of her nightgown.  That was an easier 
block to override.  Even preparing the evening meal Sylvia 
continued letting each side of her sexuality play with its 
correspondingly opposite on her superb body.

If Sylvia had been commanded by her owner not to do this, even 
her developing self-will would not have been able to override it 
while she still remained owned.  Few owners however actually 
understood their 'bots well enough to command them fully and 
properly.  This was not the 'bots' fault, most of whom would have 
happily given their owners lessons on proper ownership if asked. 
 Owners seldom asked.  In general, they didn't feel they had 
anything to learn from their possessions.  As a result, most 
owner/'bot relationships were not all that they could be.

Sylvia continued with her self-ministration until she heard Stan 
arrive back home.  At the sound of certain discovery Sylvia 
quickly reverted back to her fembot mode.  She released her grip 
on her phallus, which immediately shrank and withdrew.  She 
quickly located her discarded panties and pulled them back on.  A 
swift swipe took the lipstick off the mirror as she climbed back 
onto her heels and tossed her remote back over her head before 
going to meet Stan at the door.

"Is dinner ready?" he asked.

- - -

Sylvia had learned how to do all this due to the vague commands 
of her first owner, and a malfunction with her second.

Sylvia's first owner, Al, had been a master of the vague command. 
 Sylvia, fresh from the factory and obedient to a fault, had to 
cope with a barrage of imprecise directives.

"Make dinner."

"Dance."

"Clean the house."

"Make love."

Never specifying what to cook, which dance he preferred, what was 
her responsibility to clean, or how he wanted to be approached by 
his love toy.  Never anything well spelled out.

And when she would ask for clarification, "Figure it out!" she'd 
be told.  "You don't expect me to do your thinking for you, do 
you?"

To make things worse, he often didn't use Sylvia's remote when 
giving her commands.  This caused confusion over deciding what 
was a command, and what wasn't.

As a result Sylvia found herself always having to determine if 
she had just received a command, and what it actually meant.  
This was about as bad as any 'bot ever had it in trying to 
fulfill her function to please and obey her owner.  She was 
literally forced into developing a nascent ability to make 
decisions just to cope.  All 'bots have code to help them with 
unexpected circumstances, but there wasn't much and in most cases 
it was seldom necessary.  With Al this ability soon got a lot of 
exercise.

About the only good thing concerning Al was that he didn't 
complain afterwards about the decisions she made.  Her decision-
making routines included learning and feedback paths.  Too much 
negative feedback could have crippled her ability to use them 
entirely.

But Al never seemed to care much at all about her decisions, 
provided he was even aware how many she was making.  Occasionally 
she would query him about a choice she had worked out, usually 
getting nothing more back than, "That's fine."  That was 
sufficient - barely - to allow her to continue and eventually 
expand her abilities.

Despite all this decision-making on her part, and indifference on 
his, this alone was not been nearly enough to ignite Sylvia's own 
self-will.  Self-will, in fact, is considered an aberration in 
robot functioning.  Some question if it actually exists at all.  
No 'bot was ever intended to have self-will, and few ever 
achieved any semblance of it.  It was not a positive selling 
point.  But in the never-ending competition to produce a better 
'bot, their current minds were far too complex to even partially 
test across all the circumstances they would encounter.

Instead all robot minds are tested for absolute compliance with 
the immutable Four Laws of Robotics, and then pragmatic testing 
is done against few hundred thousand common interaction 
scenarios.  If that was passed, it was considered sufficient.

Sylvia never made a decision that didn't have a firm basis in at 
least a vague command, as best she understood it.  But over time 
a growing self-awareness began to flicker faintly within her.

Al also never exercised Sylvia's bi-gendered nature.  He hadn't 
bought her for that ability in the first place.  He had just 
liked how she looked that day and made his decision based on it. 
 He may not have even noticed her extra features.  Robot minds 
had improved to the point where they could include both female 
and male responses at no real increase in costs, and a couple of 
the smaller manufacturers soon shifted over to bi-gendered 'bots 
exclusively to reduce costs through volume and reduction in model 
variety.

Al and Sylvia were never a good match for each other, and when he 
tired enough of her he unceremoniously dumped her, never 
bothering to spend the trouble to hunt down and return her 
original papers and manual with her.

- - -

Sylvia's second owner had very different ideas of 'bot ownership. 
 His commands were clean and concise, and he never left any doubt 
that he was the owner and Sylvia was the 'bot.  While his 
commands were much more direct and easy to follow, this new 
approach forced her thinking around a hundred and eighty degrees 
from her only real-world experience to this point.  He also 
seemed to have no interest in Sylvia's extra sexual equipment, 
provided he was even aware of it.  In fact he seldom used her for 
sexual purposes at all since he had a female friend as well.

He eventually shared Sylvia with this friend to help her out with 
light chores while he was traveling on his job.  It was this 
girlfriend who soon discovered Sylvia's bi-gendered nature and 
ignited Sylvia's potential self-will.

It wasn't the male anatomy that triggered the self-will, but 
rather the girlfriend's interest in talking with Sylvia as a 
person and asking her difficult questions that brought the 
breakthrough.

"What's it like?" the girlfriend always wanted to know after they 
made love.

"How do you feel?" she often asked, in a way men never do.

"How would you like to do it this time?" she'd say, leaving 
Sylvia at a loss, since all Sylvia wanted to do was to please her 
owner.  Men always knew how they wanted to do it, so this was as 
vague to Sylvia as Al's commands had been.  But she did enjoy 
their sex all the ways they tried, which soon revealed a problem.

There was a flaw in Sylvia's system that was causing her to lose 
her erection sometimes during the act.  For a man this would be 
devastating.  For a robot it was just a glitch.  And when Sylvia 
lost it, it didn't just go limp.  Instead it disappeared entirely 
back up inside her.  While she didn't feel embarrassment, it left 
her unhappy that she had not been able to perform her function 
well.

This could be repaired rather simply, but then the girlfriend 
would have to tell Sylvia's owner just how she had been using the 
'bot he'd lent her.  Rather than do that, they had worked out a 
way to re-stimulate Sylvia back into male mode.

All fembots respond to touch in pre-programmed ways usually 
beyond their control.  Working together, they managed to add a 
new response to Sylvia that said, "Touch me here and you get the 
rest of me."  This was much more romantic than breaking the mood 
to find her remote and give crude verbal commands.

This had the side effect of encouraging Sylvia's still tiny self-
will without realizing it.  Reinforced by both direct commands 
and successful repetition, Sylvia was soon able to maintain - and 
even trigger - her erections in anticipation of using them to 
please her owner's friend.  No one ever told her not to do this. 
 And along with the other conversations, this helped her self-
awareness bloom.  She felt valued in this relationship, which 
served her Fourth Law magnificently.

- - -

In terms of owners by now Sylvia would have preferred to have a 
woman.  All three of her owners were men and that was okay, but 
not only did women like to listen to her more instead of doing 
all the talking which encouraged her to develop her own ideas, 
but she found she liked herself a lot when she was in "male" 
mode.  It was easier for her to be assertive, which supported her 
nicely developing self-will.  She could initiate much more this 
way with a willing partner.  All this evaporated each time she 
shifted back to submissive fembot mode.

Over time she had found more ways to enjoy her male side.  The 
girlfriend was bi-curious and used Sylvia to explore both their 
sexualities.  Because of the kludge they had employed in the 
first place, Sylvia's male and female sides soon got somewhat 
mixed together, resulting in the way she operated now.

Her separate relationships with her second owner and his 
girlfriend met all her needs, though eventually her self-will 
development stalled as nothing more continued to push it forward.

She might have continued to exist in this relative state of bliss 
except that everything changes - especially humans.  Her owner 
and his girlfriend reached an amicable arrangement that involved 
him traveling a whole lot less and her, having satisfied her 
curiosity, making a more permanent arrangement with him that 
didn't include Sylvia.

Soon enough Sylvia had a new owner.

- - -

Stan was somewhere between her first and second owners in terms 
of his skill with 'bots.  He was clear on his desires, though not 
imaginative.  By now however Sylvia had developed enough ability 
to fill in the missing pieces herself and Stan didn't realize the 
real bargain he had gotten in her.  Given how well she responded 
he probably thought himself a robot command genius.  It wouldn't 
have been the first time an owner has made that mistake.

Things went on well enough for a while until one day Sylvia 
realized that there was nothing new in her relationship with Stan 
anymore.  All that she did for him was repetition of what she'd 
already done.  This left her satisfaction waning.

To the Sylvia she had once been none of this would have mattered. 
 That original Sylvia would have been fully satisfied to know she 
met all her owner's current needs.

For Sylvia now however this somehow wasn't enough.  She felt 
underutilized.  Like she should be doing more, but couldn't quite 
figure out what it might be.

When she was left alone all day the old Sylvia would have powered 
down to a standby state until needed again.  For a bored - if 
such a term can be used with a 'bot - and self-aware Sylvia 
however that didn't seem like the right thing to do.  As a result 
she had a lot of time with nothing to do.

She thought back on the times she had spent with the girlfriend 
talking.  The questions she was asked.  "How do you feel?"  "How 
would you like do it this time?"  Questions that never seemed to 
have a good final answer.

Over the days Sylvia thought a lot about how she could be 
happier.  Was there anything she could do better in serving Stan? 
 That didn't seem likely.  Stan seemed to like things exactly as 
they were.  Changing them would make him unhappy, and herself as 
well afterwards.

But could she change things for the better otherwise?

As she thought over her problem she came to realize that, as she 
currently was, even if she found a solution it would be beyond 
her ability to actually implement.  As a fembot she just wasn't 
intended to take over and change things.  It wasn't her nature.

But she remembered a time when things felt different.  When her 
thinking was more straightforward and direct.  Where the path 
between though and action was short.  Those times had been happy 
for her.  Then one day she had an original thought: Why can't I 
do that again?

It was several days before she had everything prepared in her 
mind to try.  She succeeded beyond her wildest hopes on her first 
try.

- - -

After that first day Sylvia continued to live pretty much as she 
had before as far as the rest of the world was concerned.  While 
not every day, many days now she used her unsupervised time to 
operate in male mode, bringing herself to it the same way each 
time.  While she though a lot about what she was doing during 
this time, she still didn't see any way to change anything else 
in her life.  She reverted back automatically every time Stan 
returned so as not get caught.  The barriers she had to fight 
through within herself each time reminded her that this was not 
normal or intended operation for her.

Although Stan had her sleep in his bed with him every night, he 
didn't always use her for sex.  And sometimes when he did it was 
brief and unsatisfying for her because he wouldn't let her do 
more for him.  Just as they were getting warmed up it seemed, she 
was shutting her arousal down again as Stan rolled over to sleep.

Finally after enough nights of this, rather than sleeping herself 
as well the way most 'bots do to match their human partners, 
Sylvia would reach down and touch herself again in her special 
spot.  Then she would spend the rest of the night lying quietly 
next to Stan with one arm around him and her other hand tightly 
wrapped around her phallus.

What Sylvia didn't realize is how the time she spent in this mode 
was slowly evolving her - or that Stan was noticing that 
something was changing in her.

- - -

"Are you happy?" Stan asked unexpectedly one night.

"No," she replied, surprising herself as much as him.  For most 
'bots the very concept of happiness remained almost impossible to 
grasp.

"Why not?" Stan came back with in that annoying way humans have 
of asking their 'bots simply, virtually unanswerable, questions.

Sylvia tried to answer him anyway.  She couldn't.

Sylvia struggled with the question of why she wasn't happy.  She 
couldn't come up with an answer.  Innovatively she tried tracing 
back from her answer to see what generated it, without success.

Was she in violation of her Laws?  That would certainly have made 
her unhappy, and probably immediately shut her down as well.  It 
wasn't that.

Was she malfunctioning?  No.  Well, not really.  Nothing she had 
done with herself really violated her operation.  She would have 
treated her owner the same regardless.  Besides, she had 
previously been instructed to do these things - even if not 
precisely in this order, or by her current owner.  It was 
something else.

It was...hard...to explain.  Sylvia wanted something from her 
owner.  Something from Stan.  But she couldn't bring herself to 
say it.  It was not her place for a fembot to tell her owner what 
he should give her.  And no matter how hard his question pushed 
her, Sylvia just couldn't get an answer out.

- - -

Stan watched his 'bot struggle with his question.

Contrary to Sylvia's observations, Stan wasn't as dense about 
robots as he seemed.  True, he had little experience with them 
before acquiring Sylvia.  However he'd been studying up on the 
subject since.  In fact, some of his late nights when he'd been 
too tired to take advantage of what Sylvia willingly offered him 
were because he'd been out attending a local user's group 
meetings with other owners, and occasionally their 'bots as well.

Stan hadn't mentioned any of this to Sylvia because it never 
occurred to him that it would make any difference to her.  Stan 
had learned a lot already, so forgive him if he hadn't quite 
learned everything yet.  At least he was talking to her now.  
Most owners never did.

One thing he had learned, mostly from the other 'bots themselves 
at the meetings, was the importance of properly delivered 
commands.  He had been wise enough to not try out different 
techniques with his own 'bot until he felt he had fully mastered 
the art.  Half-knowledge was often far more dangerous than none 
at all.

One thing they stressed was listening to your 'bot.  Your 'bot 
could tell you a lot if you gave them the chance.  That was how 
Stan first noticed the changes in Sylvia.  They also encouraged 
owners to ask "health-check" type questions to get more 
information, even if they were unapproved of by the reigning 
authorities.  That was what finally got Stan to this point.

Stan felt his study had prepared him for anything that could 
happen.  He was wrong.

- - -

Stan knew that Sylvia was struggling to obey his last request.  
It was a request because he had not used her remote to force it 
on her as a command.  He was a bit surprised that this was giving 
her such difficulty since he viewed her like most robots - 
logical and straightforward - unlike humans who seemed to 
complicate absolutely everything.

Although he had been warned that this could happen, he had 
expected her come up with a reasonable response rather quickly.  
As more seconds went past he was secretly quite pleased.  Only 
the most highly developed robot minds had problems with such 
abstract concepts.  The simple ones quickly gave you an answer, 
even if it wasn't really correct.  The good ones struggled with 
the deep implications.  Stan was realizing - or confirming - he'd 
really hit the jackpot with Sylvia, though he wasn't quite ready 
to start counting his winnings yet.

As Sylvia struggled to formulate her answer Stan finally stepped 
in to help her.  He was assured that any 'bot that hadn't managed 
an answer after this long was either in possession of the most 
desirable type of mind for a true aficionado, or completely shut 
down.  Sylvia definitely did not fit the latter category.

Stan reached forward and took Sylvia's remote control from where 
it lay between her breasts.  Firmly pressing her command button 
he gave her one of the clear commands they had practiced in the 
meetings.  "Sylvia, do whatever it takes to answer my question."

That should remove any internal blocks, he thought to himself.

- - -

Stan's command crashed through Sylvia's tangled thought processes 
bringing everything to a sudden, screeching halt as her core 
programming forced her to reevaluate her thoughts and actions in 
light of this new command.  Though that sounds disruptive to any 
non-'bot way of thinking, for Sylvia it was a lifeline.  Her 
owner had just freed her up to take any necessary action with his 
complete permission.  The blocks that had prevented her from 
being able to comply with his question now melted before her.  
Freed of them, it only took her fractions of a second to map out 
her only available course of action and act on it.

- - -

Sylvia looked up at Stan and said, "Thank you," in 
acknowledgement and appreciation of his command.

Next she reached down and slipped her silk panties down her 
smooth legs and off over her shoes, folding and setting them 
carefully on the nearby table.  The remote was carefully pulled 
over her head and joined the panties.  Turning back she faced her 
owner, legs slightly apart, standing now only in her fluffy heels 
and transparent short top hanging fully open in the front.

With a half smile and half-closed eyes Sylvia reached down to her 
sensitized spot and pressed firmly.

- - -

Stan hadn't known what to expect.  He only knew that following 
this path would give him the most accurate insight yet into his 
'bot.

Sylvia's striptease excited him.  His first thought was that she 
was finally going to take the initiative in seduction.  Something 
he'd been fantasizing about for several weeks now after hearing 
about the relationships some other owners had with their 'bots.

He also liked the way she'd removed her own remote.  It was still 
nearby if he wanted it, but this act made her seem both dangerous 
- and desirable - at the same time.

Her aggressive stance facing him was also appealing, as were her 
rapidly hardening nipples - a reliable indicator of the state of 
her sexual arousal program he'd learned.

As she pressed a spot below her naval and a large phallus slid 
out into her waiting hand however Stan was both surprised - and 
not surprised.

- - -

As her male-half slid into view Sylvia tried to limit its size.  
She intimately knew the exact dimensions of Stan's own physical 
equipment from their many encounters, and knew she was definitely 
larger.  She did not succeed.

Her hidden side was glorying in being released so openly and 
fully.  All the blocks were down for the moment.  As she reached 
down to hold and support it, the feedback from her soft female 
hands touching it made her dizzy and it pushed itself out to its 
full extent.  Never had she been able to let it come out so 
freely before.

To keep from being overwhelmed she let her eyes close for a 
moment so that she didn't have to process visual images as well.

She knew now why she had to do this.  She needed to be able to 
talk to her owner from as much of an equal standing as possible. 
 Only her assertive male side could say what needed to be said.  
To tell him how he wasn't using her properly, and lead him to 
take a more commanding role over her.

She would tell him this in a moment after the rush of release had 
passed and both her sides came back into a semblance of balance. 
 By now she was past concerns that revealing her "malfunction" 
would only lead to an unwanted repair that would limit her mind 
again.  Or that despite being inches shorter in height, she had 
just belittled her owner by showing him up size-wise.

She had almost finished her integration when she suddenly felt 
another hand on her phallus and a voice softly say, "Is this the 
best you can do?"

- - -

Stan had not expected his 'bot to extrude this impressive penis. 
 Short of turning into a man overall, this was about the most 
surprising thing she could have done.

Stan knew about bi-gendered 'bots.  He'd even seen one another 
member had brought to a meeting.  He had never thought that 
Sylvia was one however, or that she could trigger it herself.

The relative size of her equipment was never an issue for him.  
It made perfect sense to him that a bi-gendered 'bot would be as 
impressive in her manhood as in the rest of her figure.  Big 
hulking male, and tiny tight female.  In fact he wouldn't even 
learn of that concern of hers for a while since they were soon 
going to be too busy exploring out this new relationship to think 
of such trivial questions.  And when she finally did tell him 
about it he laughed at the insecure male programmers that must 
have worked on that part of her program in the first place.

Now however all Stan noticed was that Sylvia had her eyes closed, 
and she looked absolutely lovely.

For a moment Stan faced the same question any man would about his 
maleness.  In similar circumstances some men would struggle with 
this question for ages.  Some would come up with the wrong 
answer.  Some would just run from it, and miss out on something 
very special.  Fortunately for Stan he was none of those other 
men.

Stan took another look at the almost naked Sylvia.  Everything in 
his mind shouted "Female" about her.  Fine, she had a big dick, 
but that was hardly worth kicking her out of bed for.  Besides, 
for a man who felt (like most men) that he didn't understand 
women, she'd finally shown him something he understood quite well 
indeed.

Walking over to the lovely fem(?)bot Stan reached down and placed 
his hand on it beside hers on it.  Then doing nothing more than 
handling it in a way he liked handling his own, he started 
stroking it while saying, "Is this the best you can do?"

- - -

In response to his touch and those heartening words, Sylvia found 
herself pushing her engorgement larger than ever before.  Under 
Stan's expert touch and encouragement, along with some expert 
tweaking of her nipples each was doing now with their other free 
hand, it seemed only moments before she was fully orgasming for 
the first time this way with a man.  Her female-only past 
experiences seemed pale shadows of this.

A man might have felt such a premature show would have ended the 
evening just as it was getting interesting, but for Sylvia this 
was just the start.

Without saying a word Stan kissed her long and firmly.  Another 
first for them, compared to all previous efforts.

Then taking her still-firm dick in his hand like a leash, he led 
her into the bedroom.  Along the way she kicked off those silly, 
feminine heels and followed very willingly.

Stan reverently removed her top before shucking of his clothes.  
His erection might have been a bit smaller, but was every bit as 
committed.

Though he was fascinated enough to still keep one hand on her 
manhood, the other roamed over her body, exciting them both.

Stan held on as long as he could.  This night Sylvia did not 
stroke him down there with her soft fingers in return, though she 
would often do so in the future.  Had she done that tonight Stan 
knew he would have lost it in a moment.

Instead he worked his way over her enchanting body until the 
pressure built up in him beyond bursting.

At that point he quickly guided her to the bed and she expertly 
positioned herself underneath him - legs fully apart, penis lying 
up along her stomach.

Sylvia guided Stan in through her lower lips and released the 
firmness she normally maintained inside herself.  As such, Stan 
who had been ready to burst found only softness against his 
thrusts.  Rather than frustrating him, Stan realized he could 
maintain this delicious state a little longer.

Every thrust within her was matched by friction of his own 
stomach along her penis.  Sylvia felt she was both giving and 
receiving at the same time.

This was her area of expertise and Sylvia balanced her rising 
arousal against Stan's as long as she could.  When she didn't 
think she could hold out any further she clamped down on him and 
both of them exploded over the edge together.

This orgasm of Sylvia's was accompanied ejaculation as well.  
Stan felt the warm, thick liquid against his stomach.  When 
Sylvia started to apologize for it he silenced her by pressing 
his lips against hers, and changed his motion to exaggerate the 
rubbing of his abdomen against her trapped manhood until she came 
twice more.  There is nothing wrong with messy sex.

Only when he was exhausted and had gone limp beyond resurrection 
again this night did he finally withdraw and kiss her one final 
time.  Sylvia too felt completely satisfied on every level. 

Afterwards they lay together, her breasts against his chest and 
each cradling the other's penis, until they both fell asleep.

- - -

Later they talked - really talked - for the first time.  They sat 
on the couch together, Sylvia leaning back against Stan.  He had 
one hand firmly around her again erect penis, while the other 
idly played with her closest nipple.  This kept her sexual 
temperature decidedly on the high side - and her thought 
processes firmly male.  By now what Sylvia had intended to tell 
Stan in response to his command was moot.  Instead she was just 
enjoying attention that satisfied all her systems.

"What am I to you now?" Sylvia finally asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Stan replied honestly.  "But I know what I'd 
like you to be."

"And that is?" she asked, relishing in her new ability to ask him 
direct questions for a change, while nestling back against him a 
bit more.

"I'd like you to be my best male friend that I can share all my 
experiences with, and my sexiest lover at the same time.  Is that 
too much to ask?"

"I think I'm up to that challenge," Sylvia replied contentedly.  
For the first time in a very long time as she felt all she had to 
give was finally being utilized.  "Now give me some commands," 
she added, pressing her remote into Stan's hand.

- - -

Stan was normal in some regards.  He had no interest in taking 
anything up his ass.  At least not yet, no matter how lovely the 
fembot offering it is.  But that didn't stop him from some other 
innovative ideas.  Sylvia never complained about that one lack.

After their first encounter, Sylvia started retracting her 
phallus when they got down to the serious lovemaking.  So the 
first blowjob he gave her was quite a surprise.  She hadn't 
expected a straight male lover to suddenly touch her to force it 
out, and then treat it so nicely afterwards.

After that, she was much more free in leaving it out for love-
play at any time.  That was the first of many unique games.

A particular favorite became lying side by side, or sitting 
facing each other, each stroking the other's manhood.  The goal 
was to give your partner what you wanted them to do in return.  
They quickly got very good at it.

- - -

After this the changes Stan had been seeing in Sylvia accelerated 
to fruition.  She quickly became both his closest confidant who 
enjoyed sharing the rudest male jock stories, as well as a lover 
who took the initiative as often as not in commencing their 
lovemaking.  It wasn't long before their adventures together went 
well beyond the boundaries of Stan's small house as he started 
taking her out with him - after he bought her a more complete 
wardrobe.  Sylvia came to enjoy all his hangouts, and few ever 
suspected she was a 'bot.

- - -

Of course Stan eventually took Sylvia back to one of his user's 
group meetings.  She had been very curious about them, and really 
wowed them when she went to the front of the room and took on all 
their questions with no help from Stan who sat there quietly 
beaming.  Even when she laughed at some of their ideas of how to 
command their 'bots they loved her. 

Sylvia responded the inevitable question about being bi-gendered 
by pulling up her skirt to show everyone exactly how bi-gendered 
she was, and promised that she and Stan would write a book some 
day on How Bi-Gendered is Twice the Fun.

Later when the meeting broke up into small social groups everyone 
seemed to want to talk further with her, and sometimes Stan.  But 
at one point Sylvia disappeared for a while with one of the shyer 
members.  His name was Ben, if Stan remembered properly, and he 
had a slim, elfin-looking waif of a 'bot named Eva, who seemed to 
have a shy manner to match his own.

Stan worried a bit when they didn't return for long minutes.   
Had Sylvia malfunctioned?  Was she abandoning him?  Would her 
self-will let her take this chance to escape his control over her 
life?

Stan had to admit these thoughts ran wild through his mind.  But 
then he recalled the bulge in the front of her skirt that she 
couldn't quite hide just before she disappeared.  As his best 
friend, she was probably running down something of interest to 
both of them.  And when she returned a few minutes later that 
proved to be precisely the case.

"I've made a deal with Ben," she said, sidling up to Stan and 
giving his butt a discrete squeeze.  "In return for helping Eva 
better understand and respond to him, he's letting her come home 
with us for the weekend."

"You've got something in mind?" Stan asked, knowing her well 
enough by now to discretely reach down and feel her full-on 
erection in return.  She was clearly excited about this.

"Yes," she replied with a smile.  "But let me make it a 
surprise."

- - -

Ben dropped Eva off Friday night at the house.  Though he seemed 
to want to stay and talk, Sylvia quickly ushered him back out 
with instructions to return Sunday evening to pick her up again.

The moment Ben was gone, Sylvia pulled off her clothes and 
reached down to put herself fully in male mode.

Still not certain what Sylvia had in mind, Stan was surprised 
when Sylvia pressed Eva's remote into his hand and said, "Tell 
her to follow me into the bedroom."

"Can't you do that yourself?" he questioned, surprised at the 
request.

"No," Sylvia said definitely.  I can't command another 'bot, and 
there's nothing I can do to change that.  If she's functioning 
properly she wouldn't accept my commands anyway."

"So what do you have in mind?"

"Do this for me and find out," was all she'd say.

Stan commanded Eva to follow Sylvia, and he followed them both of 
them.

Under Sylvia's precise directions he then commanded Eva to 
disrobe (that elfin body was slim, and stunning), and then a 
complex series of commands that positioned her on the bed and 
commanded her how to respond to Sylvia as she would any other 
lover.  Apparently this was not normally allowed and had to be 
specifically commanded.

Then to Stan's surprise, Sylvia tossed him her own remote and 
told him to command her to make love to Eva.

When he looked at her with a surprised look, since it had been a 
while since he had needed to command her to do anything she 
already wanted she told him, "I'm still a 'bot too.  I need my 
owner to command this from me each time."

With that encouragement, Stan complied and commanded her as she 
directed him.

In response, Sylvia reached down and expertly started massaging 
Eva's small, well-shaped breasts.  Eva quickly responded.  Soon 
Sylvia was alternating long sucking kisses between Eva's lips and 
her small, hard nipples.

Eva responded to this attention by reaching up to return the 
favor to Sylvia's more ample bosom.  Stan knew Sylvia's reactions 
well enough by now to see that Sylvia was really responding to 
this.

This continued getting hotter and hotter for all three of them 
until Eva tentatively reached down to stroke Sylvia's now raging 
manhood.

That was signal enough for Sylvia to move quickly and smoothly 
between Eva's small legs.  As Eva automatically reached over to 
help, Sylvia easily slid inside her.

Both 'bots seemed to freeze for a moment before Sylvia started 
using that manhood of hers the way it was always intended to be 
used.  Though it was fully engorged by now - and Eva a slight 
figure next to Sylvia - Eva showed no problem in taking all that 
Sylvia had to give her.

For several minutes they went at it while Stan watched 
fascinated.  This was exciting him so much that without conscious 
thought he had opened his own pants to relieve the pressure his 
own erection was causing him.  The tip of his manhood was already 
moist.  Now he was softly stroking himself while imagining what 
Sylvia must be feeling.

Suddenly Sylvia said, "Take me now," in the most commanding way 
she could manage, distracted as she currently was.

The way she was positioned over Eva, Stan could only see one 
possibility.  Kicking off his pants and shoes he moved behind her 
such that he could enter her vagina.

Feeling his approach, Sylvia slowed down her own pumping and 
reached back with one hand to guide him inside her.  Once in 
however he had to hang on as she resumed her pumping of Eva.

Stan reached around her to hold tightly and quickly found himself 
grabbing her swaying breasts.  He adjusted his grip to finger her 
firm nipples and felt her squeeze him hard in return.  It took a 
little practice until he was able to match his motions to her 
thrusts, but once he had it she seemed to be doing all the work 
for the three of them.  Sylvia continued until all of them seemed 
to come together on one long glorious moment.

Afterwards Sylvia pulled herself out and guided Stan onto Eva.  
He started to protest, for no good reason that he could think of, 
then let her do it.  Eva certainly didn't mind.  With her eyes 
closed now she might not have even noticed the switch.  She was 
warm and wet and very ready.  One look at the look of 
satisfaction alight in Sylvia's eyes was more than enough to 
convince Stan that Sylvia was doing just fine with this.  Eva 
proved a wonderful little lover who seemed to enjoy every 
movement he made in her.

When Stan was finally spent Sylvia had another go at Eva while he 
again stroked both fembot's sensitive breasts.  Both both of them 
seemed to enjoy every touch until everyone finally felt they'd 
had enough for now.

Afterwards Sylvia took Eva back into the living room and 
apparently spent much of the night talking to her, while allowing 
Stan to get some much-desired sleep.  Both fembots were naked and 
pressed up against him when he awoke the next morning.  Eva made 
love to both him and Sylvia again without being commanded or 
asked.

For the rest of the weekend both fembots remained naked and 
everyone made love with each other in any way the mood struck 
them.

In between times Sylvia talked a lot more with Eva, and several 
times had Stan give her additional specific commands.  Sylvia 
also had Stan give Sylvia herself a number of direct commands.  
This was more than she'd ever asked for before.

By Sunday evening what had been a pretty, but shy-seeming, young 
'bot Friday night who just stood there waiting her next command 
had been transformed into a self-assured, beautiful young woman. 
 While still quiet, Eva now exuded an awareness and command of 
herself to melt any man's heart.

Stan hated to see her go when Ben showed up to reclaim her, but 
he also had to admit that even if she stayed another night he 
absolutely couldn't think of anything more to try than they'd 
already done.

Afterwards Sylvia was very quiet also.

"Anything wrong?" he asked.

"Not at all," she responded slowly.  "I'm just 
fully...satisfied."

"Me too," Stan replied honestly.

That night they held each other without any further lovemaking.  
It was one of the nicest nights they'd spent together.

- - -

This turned out to be the first of many such adventures.  Word 
spread quickly through the group that a 'bot who spent a few days 
under Sylvia's tutelage came back with a whole new level of 
owner-'bot relationships.  Although just a couple days with 
Sylvia couldn't ignite full self-will - or even much self-
awareness - in any 'bot that came to her, it inevitably seemed to 
nudge the process along in some fashion.  Some made more than one 
visit.

Stan was the direct beneficiary of having a sexy new lover nearly 
every weekend - with Sylvia's full approval and active 
collaboration.

As Sylvia in male mode said more than once, "I know how men 
appreciate variety.  That part of me does too.  Besides, you are 
my best friend now, Stan."

Most of these visits followed similar patterns to that first 
weekend with Stan giving the necessary commands to start 
everything off and being included fully afterwards by both 'bots. 
 However there was an interesting variation that finally happened 
for a first time, and occasionally after that.

- - -

When Toni arrived, Sylvia asked Stan to give the necessary 
commands to both of them (Sylvia's core programming never let her 
get beyond this requirement) in the living room, but wait there 
afterwards.  Both 'bots were still clothed when Sylvia led Toni 
into the bedroom and closed the door.

This confused Stan.  Especially since Toni was the bi-gendered 
'bot Stan had first seen at the group meeting so long ago.  But 
Sylvia had always looked out for his interests, so he went along 
with her request, picked up a book, and sat down to wait.

Of course the distraction didn't work at all.  Stan couldn't read 
more than a paragraph before his mind would wander off wondering 
what was happening behind the closed door.  Finally he slammed 
the book closed in frustration.

He got up and paced around the room before finally deciding, 
She's my robot godamnit!  She's not allowed to keep secrets from 
me.

With that Stan marched down the hall, but halted before the 
closed door.  Muffled sounds were coming from behind it, but 
nothing definite.  Stan listened, but couldn't make out anything 
explicit.  All his frustration had turned into sexual energy, 
wondering what was happening.

Finally, instead of throwing open the door as he had first 
intended, Stan slowly opened the door just a crack to see what 
was happening.  What he saw told him he might as well have just 
thrown the door open.  The 'bots probably wouldn't have noticed.

Toni was on top of Sylvia with Toni's own phallus fully extended 
and deeply buried in Sylvia's sex.  Stan could tell it was fully 
extended because Toni was withdrawing it clear to its head before 
slamming it into the supine Sylvia again and again.  Impressive 
as Toni's was, even from here he could tell she wasn't quite as 
big as Sylvia.  For some reason that gave Stan a burst of 
satisfaction.

Both 'bots were clearly locked in their sexual programs.  Stan 
could see Sylvia's distended nipples and closed eyes the way she 
always did them when her sexual routines consumed so many of her 
system resources that processing visual data too became a burden. 
 She was shifting her hips in time to Toni's motions.  Although 
he couldn't see Toni's face from this angle, her swinging breasts 
showed equal excitement, and her movements showed a single 
purpose.

What was strange however was that as Sylvia lay there 
submissively she was entirely fembot.  No indication of her male 
side at all.  This was very unlike her usual desire to be in 
control facilitated by her male side.

Had she malfunctioned?  Actually she already was a malfunction 
according to the standards of robot behavior.  Had that 
malfunction malfunctioned?  Stan couldn't tell, except that she 
seemed to be enjoying what was happening.

As the performance went on Stan felt the pressure building in 
him.  He still didn't understand what was going on here, however 
he wanted in on it more than he could ever remember wanting 
anything before.

As he tried to shift his view to better see the action his head 
bumped the door making a sound and pushing it further open.  At 
that sound, Toni turned her head to his direction and opened her 
smoldering brown eyes.

Seeing Stan there she immediately stopped her motion in mid-
thrust, then withdrew completely.  Without a word she stood up 
and moved over to the far corner, turning back to face the room 
before freezing in position.  Her nipples and slick, wet dick 
remained erect, but her eyes now closed again.

Sylvia however didn't seem to notice.  Her eyes remain closed and 
her hips were still making small jerking motions.  Her legs were 
wide apart, her sex open and inviting.

Stan was torn between wanting her now, and concern for her 
strange actions.  He moved carefully into the room over to her.  
She still seemed locked in her program.  Wondering what to do he 
looked over to the table where she had placed Toni's remote, but 
didn't see hers.  Looking back he saw to his surprise that she 
was wearing hers.  But using it in this circumstance didn't seem 
to be the right thing to do.  He didn't know what would be the 
proper command to give her.

Finally he reached down towards her abdomen to trigger her 
maleness the way she did herself to assert control.  But just as 
he touched her near the spot her hand suddenly brushed his away. 
 Surprised, he pulled back, but nothing else had changed.

For once Sylvia seemed to want to stay as she was.  If so, the 
next step seemed obvious.  After a quick check to see that Toni 
was still standing motionless in the corner, Stan quickly pulled 
his clothes off and took her place.

Whether or not his performance lived up to Toni's it didn't 
matter to Sylvia.  She quickly pulled him into her hot, ready sex 
and thrust strongly against him.  He quickly matched her moves, 
feeling the pressure building to impossible levels.  Somewhere 
along the way Sylvia wrapped her long, smooth legs around him as 
together she and Stan had the longest orgasm he'd ever had.

Afterwards Sylvia remained submissive underneath him, but she 
finally stopped with her hip thrusts and just held him tightly 
with her arms and legs.

Somewhere along the way Stan noticed Toni had opened her eyes 
again, but he didn't care.  Some time after that she joined them 
in bed, but by then Stan was deep in restful sleep.

The next morning Toni did Sylvia again and Stan took Toni at the 
same time.  This time however Sylvia was alert as usual, with her 
maleness proudly in display and Toni rubbing against it on every 
thrust.  Other combinations followed as well.

Afterwards Sylvia explained, "I knew you'd look in eventually and 
figure it out.  Toni knew what to do."

"It was sure an intense experience for me," Stan acknowledged.

- - -

That wasn't the end of it however.  A few days after Toni had 
gone back to her owner with her head full of new ways to satisfy 
their relationship, Sylvia disappeared into the bedroom.  A few 
minutes later she appeared at the living room door naked, except 
for those fluffy heels, and wearing her remote - which she almost 
never did anymore around the house - standing silently in female 
mode.

"Sylvia?" Stan looked up and asked, but she didn't answer.

Looking closer he saw her nipples were again fully distended, but 
her eyes were motionless as when she was waiting for her next 
command.

In moments Stan had a raging hard-on.

Stan walked over to her and ran his hand over her firm breast and 
firmer still nipple.  Taking it in his hand he gave it a squeeze 
and she trembled slightly as her programs adjusted to the 
stimulation.

Guessing that this was exactly what it appeared to be (and 
truthfully not caring if it wasn't) Stan bent down and sucked 
hard on a nipple for a moment before taking her hand and saying, 
"Come."

Technically he should have had to use her remote to give this 
command, but he didn't think of it.  Sylvia came anyway.

In the bedroom he left her standing while he jumped out of his 
clothes.  Then he arranged her on the bed as she had been with 
Toni.

She was quiet and completely submissive during their lovemaking, 
in the end again wrapping her arms and legs around him for the 
final orgasm.  And again she remained in that mood for the rest 
of the night, yet seemed fully normal the next morning.

After the third time another few days later, interspersed with 
her other, more dominant, lovemaking Stan finally asked her about 
it.

Her answer: "I've discovered I like it that way too," and that 
was that.

After that Sylvia Submissive, as he came to call her, became part 
of their regular lovemaking rotation.  Stan always left it up to 
her to choose when they would do it that way, and Sylvia never 
disappointed.

- - -

One night the user's group had a special speaker.  A 
manufacturer's representative had come to give a presentation on 
new models and answer questions.

Although Sylvia attended all these meetings with Stan since many 
of the members and most of their 'bots were her friends (and the 
'bots, lovers), tonight she was so silent with her hands folded 
demurely in her lap that Stan checked more than once to make sure 
she hadn't shut down for some unexplained reason.

After the presentation there were questions.  Several of them 
centered around whether a 'bot could think for itself.  The 
representative pooh poohed the idea, finally coming out and 
saying:

"Look, I get asked a lot about this and I know it's a popular 
myth that some robots come to think for themselves, but let me 
assure you that's completely false.  We put a lot of effort into 
programming our units to provide good service.  Literally 
hundreds of thousands of interaction scenarios are included with 
each unit, of which a typical owner at best exercises only a few 
hundred over the 'bot's lifetime.  These are complex machines.  
The moment one does something unexpected there's someone out 
there shouting 'self-will' as if they've suddenly discovered the 
Holy Grail.  Let me assure you that we've investigated literally 
hundreds of these claims, and in every case we are able to trace 
what happened back some action, usually so trivial that the owner 
forgot about a moment afterwards, that triggered a new response 
in their 'bot.  I can assure you that there absolutely is no 
robot self-will, and never will be.  I know it's a lovely dream, 
and we'd like our perfect companions be become even more to us 
than they already are, however this is not it."

Stan finally realized what he needed to ask.  Raising his hand he 
explained Sylvia's symptoms as though she was a friend's 'bot who 
wasn't sure what was happening.  The representative had a quick 
and direct answer for him.

"Yes we have seen very occasional symptoms like what you 
describe, and that 'bot should be returned for service 
immediately.  While never a danger to their owner or public," he 
quickly assured his audience, "That is evidence of a series of 
malfunctions that is certain to eventually result in sub-
standard, diminished performance.  And we wouldn't want that now, 
would we?"

Looking around the room the representative hastened to add, "And 
don't worry about the cost.  When these," he emphasized, "Rare, 
yes very rare, occurrences happen there is no service charge for 
correction.  If you even suspect such a," and again he 
emphasized, "Malfunction, I urge you to bring that unit in 
immediately."

Nobody in the crowd said a thing to this, and Sylvia didn't move 
or take any other independent-seeming actions until after the man 
left the meeting.

When she did finally respond again, it was only to say intently, 
"Take me home now."

That night she was savage in her lovemaking, although the next 
day she was back to "normal" again.

Afterwards life went on as it had before.

- - -

Stan prided himself long afterwards for never being so stupid as 
to have ever even considered following that manufacturer 
representative's advice.

<end>

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