Author: Hungry Guy
Title: FEMBORG
Universe: Fembot 
Summary: Unlike a fembot, a femborg is a real human woman who can see and is aware of everything around her, but has no control over her body.  Rather, a wireless servo control module is spliced into her spinal cord just below her brain, and her body is controlled remotely by her owner with a hand-held remote control. NOTE:  The term femborg derives from the term cyborg, there is no association with Star Trek type Borg in this story.
Keywords: M/F ScFi bot oral rom humil rough het Mdom Mpov 
Language: english

FEMBORG
By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

    "All rise," said the court officer as judge Katyn entered the court room.

    "Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked the judge.

    The jury foreman stood.  "We have, your honor.  We the jury find the defendant, Yeony Parker, guilty of one count of driving while intoxicated, guilty of one count of reckless driving, one count of driving with a suspended license, once count of leaving the scene of an accident, five counts of failing to appear before her probation officer on two prior FDWI convictions, two counts of reckless endangerment, four counts of resisting arrest, and four counts of assault upon a peace officer performing official duties, three counts of manslaughter, and three counts of vehicular homicide."

    Yeony began sobbing on her lawyer's shoulder as the verdict was read.  Judge Katyn said, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.  Before I commence with sentencing, may I have a word with the prosecution and defense in my chambers?"

    "All rise," said the court officer as the judge left the court room, followed by Yeony's lawyer and the chief prosecutor.

    The judge looked at the prosecutor.  "Do you seek the death penalty?"

    "Yes, your honor.  This defendant destroyed an entire family.  Two children have both been left paraplegic and quadriplegic, and both parents dead and another sibling dead.  This while driving intoxicated with a suspended license from two previous DWIs.  And then leaving them for dead as she fled the scene.  The people seek the death penalty for this defendant."

    "I'm inclined to agree."  To the defense lawyer, judge Katyn said, "I assume you intend to appeal?"

    "Your honor.  My client wishes to surrender her right of appeal and be admitted into the CH-MEMS program in lieu of the death penalty."

    The prosecutor let out a huff.  "Another femborg?"

    The judge glared at the prosecutor, then returned her gaze to the defense attorney.  "Does your client realize that admission into the CH-MEMS program requires her to surrender all rights of appeal?  Upon execution of the CH-MEMS procedure, there is no appeal or stay, and your client will be declared legally dead.  Does she understand these facts?"

    "Yes, she does, your honor.  Further, your honor, my client is an attractive young woman.  We believe that, as a CH-MEMS, she will bring a good price at auction to compensate the surviving victims and will benefit the surviving victims to a much greater extent than executing her."

    The judge said, "You have 48 hours to submit the application or I will issue the sentence of death by lethal injection."

    ****

    Yeony sat in her cell, day after day, week after week, only being let out into the prison courtyard for a half hour each day.  

    Yeony had made friends with one of the other inmates.  She and Latoya talked about things that prisoners talk about.  "Latoya," Yeony stammered.  "What do you do about, er, you know?"

    "About what?"

    "I haven't had a man since I've been here.  What do you do?  I mean besides your fingers?"

    "Hell, girl.  Ain't nothing we can do.  Used to be we could get favors out of the male guards for giving them some ass.  You know, give and take?  But now that they only allow female guards here, we don't get none any which way.  Fucking puritan bastards don't even let us have vibrators."

    "Not only that," said Yeony, but now I'll never get to finish _Wargasm_ or _Final Fantasy._

    "What are those?" asked Latoya.

    "Video games!" said Yeony.  "Girls are gamer's too!  I'm probably the only person in America who bought the 4-CD music soundtrack to _Final Fantasy 7_ imported from Japan."

    "Never played a video game," said Latoya.

    Several months later, Yeony walked over to Latoya on her courtyard break.      "Whassup, girl?" asked Latoya as Yeony sat on the crumbling concrete stoop.  "Something wrong?"

    "The paperwork just came through.  They're making me a femborg."

    "No shit?"

    "No shit, Latoya.  I'm scared.  What's it like to be a femborg?"

    "How the fuck do I know, girl?  But I tell ya' what I hear."

    "What's that?"

    "I hear you're wide awake and can watch everything you do.  But you can't do nothing.  Everything you do is controlled by your owner's remote control.  Like your body is a radio controlled car or something."

    "That's what I hear, too."  Yeony sighed.  "Maybe I should have just told my lawyer to let them kill me."

    "Damn straight!  I'd rather be dead than be some honky’s robot slave bitch."

    "Oh!  Why did I do it?  Why did I drive drunk and kill those people?  Why did those fucking people have to be crossing the street just then?  I'd have got home no problem.  It was an accident.  I didn't mean to hurt anyone."  Yeony started to cry, and Latoya put her arm around Yeony's shoulder.  

    "Shit, Latoya!" Yeony sobbed.  "I really fucked up my life!"

    "We all done that good in here," said Latoya.

    "I wonder what'll happen to me?"

    "My half brother killed a guy in a bar and they turned him into a manborg."

    "Really?  What happened to him?"

    "Last I heard, Ford or somebody bought the lot at auction and used them as crash test dummies."   

    "That's legal?"

    "Hell, yeah, girl!  You declared legally dead.  It's just like they sell corpses to laboratories and shit.  Legally, you're no different than a corpse to be bought and sold."

    "Fuck!  You mean I did that to escape execution, and whoever buys me can kill me anyway just for jollies."

    "Yup!" said Latoya.  "But they don't do that to young pretty girls.  You'll just become a whore in some hellhole country."

    "Gee, thanks, Latoya."

    Latoya laughed,  "Don't mention it." 

    ****

    Several weeks later, Yeony awoke in the prison hospital flat on her back on a gurney in the small recovery room.  As the anesthesia wore off, she was momentarily confused, but then remembered.  _Femborg.   They just turned me into a femborg._ 

    She tried to turn her head too look around, but couldn't.  She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down.  No.  She wasn't strapped down.  She just couldn't move.  Immediately panicking, she took note of her body.  She could still feel her body—-she could feel her back pressing down on the gurney, she could feel the starchy prison sheets draped over her body.  But she was utterly motionless.  She could feel herself breathing, and could hear her heart pounding.  She looked left and right, and swallowed.  At least she had that much control over her body.  She blinked, looked around though her head remained stationary.  And she could swallow and wiggle her tongue.  But that was it.

    Fear welled up and she tried to scream, but no sound emerged from her lips when the doctor finally came over to check on her.  "You're awake, I see," he said.

    Yeony merely blinked.

    "Blink twice if you can hear me," he said.

    She did so.

    "Good.  There will be some discomfort at the back of your neck for a few days where the control module was implanted and spliced into your spinal cord..."

    At that, Yeony did feel a bulge pressing against the back of her neck as she lay there.  It felt a little sore.

    "...beyond that, are you in any pain?  Blink twice for yes, once for no."

    Yeony blinked once.  

    The doctor poked and prodded her here and there, taking her pulse and blood pressure before moving on to other tasks.

    _Locked in!  That's what this is called,_ she remembered from reading about various medical conditions in the prison library over the past few months.

    Tears dripped from her eyes as she lay there motionless and ignored for hours.  But, finally, someone came over to her and fiddled with some gizmo.  To her shock, she sat up without meaning to.  Then she spun on the bed and stood.  _What the fuck is going on?_  Some woman in a lab coat was holding some kind of box with two joysticks--a large and bulky version of a PlayStation controller.  Yeony tried to speak, but was still mute.  At least she could move her eyes around.  She watched as the woman wiggle the joysticks, and her body responded accordingly.  Yeony suddenly realized that the woman was controlling her body by remote control from that control box.  Yeony turned left, and lost sight of the woman with the controller.  She walked out of the recovery room and down a hallway.  Yeony could hear the footsteps of that woman behind her as she passed several doors and found herself in a room with several other prisoners sitting motionless in metal folding chairs.  Yeony walked over to an empty chair, turned, and found herself facing that woman who was controlling her body.  The woman did something on the controller, and Yeony sat on the chair.  Finally, without a word the whole time, the woman set Yeony's controller on a counter top and left the room.  

    Yeony could see the other borg people out the corner of her eyes sitting in adjacent chairs.  But try as she might, she couldn't speak or move.  

    ****

    After work Friday night, Jarvis plopped down in front of his TV to turn on his PlayStation and play _Wargasm_ for a while.  Then, after getting killed in the desert for the umpteenth time by that sniper that he couldn't see, he got onto his computer and clicked though the daily paper that he subscribes to.  Clicking past a number of pop-up ads from _Try-N-Save_ and other local big box stores, he spied an ad for some car dealer that was having a huge blowout sale this weekend.  Having just paid off his last car, he was thinking of a new car.  He'd even managed to save up about $20,000.  He could get a clean late model used car for that.  He eyed listings for a late model _Smart ForOne,_ a _Chevy Volt, and a brand new _Sony Joule._  Then he noticed a small unobtrusive thumbnail ad for a government CH-MEMS auction.  *Cyborg-Human Micro-Electrical Mechanical Systems* it said in small print.  He'd heard of these things.  He'd considered buying a fembot a few times, but he wanted a flesh-and-blood woman, not a machine.  He'd heard that HI-MEMS had started out as an experimental way to control cyborg insects.  The military got into it, calling it CI-MEMS, but all hell broke loose when a retired operator kidnapped his girlfriend, and the girl's father, also a retired CI-MEMS operative staged a recovery, destroying half a city block in the process.  It was all over the news for weeks, with the government ultimately paying out millions in settlement damages.  So, anyway, he googled around a bit on _Bliingle,_ eventually learning that a female CH-MEMS bot is called a femborg, because she is a real live human body controlled by a remote control instead of her human brain.  _Cool!_

    So on Saturday the next day, he played _Grand Theft Auto_ on his _NextBox_ for a few hours, then drove down to the state armory in nearby Springfield to attend the auction.  In the large hall, people milled around looking at the CH-MEMS people to be auctioned.  The two long walls were lined with cyborg people behind steel barricades.  A leaflet that he was given upon entry explained that most were condemned prisoners who agreed to become cyborg people to escape the death penalty.  The proceeds of their sales will go to pay off their victims or victim's estates.  A few were people with life threatening conditions but who lacked medical insurance to pay for treatment. For them, the price of being cured was to become CH-MEMS.  

    Most of the cyborg people on display were young males, mostly black but some white, convicted of various murders and manslaughters.  A few attractive young women, both black and white, lined the displays.  Each display didn't identify why each particular person was a cyborg, but it didn't really matter to Jarvis.  He wished that he could see the girls nude, but they were each wearing a sort of hideous unattractive loose black jumpsuit.  

    At the beginning of each round, a government staffer would fondle a sort of controller like an elaborate PlayStation controller with thumbsticks, a keyboard, and an LCD display, and "operate" the cyborg person, making him or her walk up to the front of the room.  

    The auction worked by each bidder sliding an ID card into a reader on the arm of their chair and keying their sealed bid.  When the timer counted down, the highest bidder was announced who won that particular cyborg.

    He passed the first dozen rounds, those being for various males.  By the time a female came up, an attractive black woman with short curly black hair, he had a general idea what an appropriate bid amount was.  The bids weren't as high as he'd thought they'd be.  He bid $10000 for her, but was outbid.  She sold for $15000.  So the women go for a little more than the men, eh?  

    A little later another woman came up for bid, a cute blonde with a handful of tattoos all up and down her arms.  The tattoos kind of turned him off, but he bid again, this time $15000, and again he was outbid but only by a thousand.  

    Some time later, another woman came up for bid, a girl with jet black hair who looked to be a Chinese-American mix.  He blew his wad this time, bidding $20000.  He almost fell back in his chair when his name was called as the winning bidder. 

    He approached the clerk on the side of the room where he signed some papers paid with his debit card.  Another clerk approached, working a controller as the femborg followed.  The first clerk opened up a manilla envelope and pulled out a slew of legal papers.  

    "What's all this?" asked Jarvis.  

    "Never own a femborg before?" the clerk asked.

    "Nope.  Never bought a femborg before."  Jarvis looked up and stared into the eyes of his new purchase.   Having her brain replaced by a remote control unit, he didn't expect to sense anything, but he saw intelligence there.  She even blinked.  

    "Yes," said the clerk.  Sliding a form out, the clerk said, "This is her birth certificate." 

    Jarvis examined her birth certificate.  "Her name is Yeony?  What a weird name!"

    The clerk handed Jarvis another form.  "This is her death certificate."

    "Death certificate?" gasped Jarvis.  "She's just a walking corpse?  A dead body?  A zombie?"

    "No," the clerk said dryly.  "She's not a zombie at all.  Her body is very much alive.  Heart beating, blood flowing, and all that.  Walking on her own muscle power.  But she's been declared legally dead.  Otherwise, she couldn't be sold as property."

    "I see," said Jarvis as he read her death certificate.  

    "Yup!  And these are her court records," said the clerk as he slid more papers in front of Jarvis.  

    "What sort of records?"  

    "You read about that girl a few years ago who drove drunk and rolled over that family?  Killed the parents and left the kids paralyzed?  Then fled the scene?"

    "Yeah!" said Jarvis.  "I remember that!  Everyone wanted her to get the chair!"

    "This is her," said the clerk pointing at the girl.

    "Shit!" said Jarvis, glancing back at his femborg in disgust.

    "Every one here has committed some heinous crime worthy of the death penalty, or they wouldn't be here."

    "I guess you're right," said Jarvis.  "But could she turn dangerous?  She can't come alive and kill me in my sleep, can she?"

    "You play too many video games, kid," said the clerk.  "Her spinal cord is cut below her brain in two places a quarter inch apart, and the middle section removed.  No way they can ever reconnect, even partially.  And the control module in her neck has no circuitry to receive motor signals from the brain, so there's no way to even reprogram it to give her voluntary motor control.  There's no way she can move except by that remote control."

    "Well, okay," said Jarvis. 

    "Now here are her medical records.  And this is a guide book on how to care for her.  Remember, she's real live human girl, so she needs to eat and do everything that a person needs to do." 

    "I see," said Jarvis, realizing that he may have got in a little too deep.  _Perhaps I would have been better off with a fembot._

    "Anyway, Joe here will show you how to operate her."

    "Yeah, follow me," said the second clerk.

    Jarvis followed Joe and the femborg into a back room where Joe handed him the controller.  

    "Now," said Joe.  "Ever play a First Person Shooter video game?" 

    "Yeah!" said Jarvis.  "All the time!  I'm a video game addict, actually.  I have a problem keeping girlfriends because of that."

    "Okay then.  You operate her like controlling yourself in a FPS.  The left thumbstick controls her movement.  Forward and back, side step left and right.  Try it."

    Jarvis nudged the thumbstick forward, and she took a step forward.  He made her step backward, and side to side.

    "The right thumbstick adjusts her stance in place," said Joe.  "Make her lean forward, or sit back, or turn clockwise or counterclockwise, in place."  

    Joe pointed to another button.  "This button makes her sit."

    Jarvis moved to press the button.  

    "But don't do it unless she's standing in front of a chair or she'll fall back on her ass.  The controller in her neck is just an interface between her spine and your controller.  It's not an advanced AI."

    "I see," said Jarvis.  

    "Hold this other button down, and the thumbsticks control her arms rather than her legs.  You can actually make her pick up and manipulate things with her hands, but that'll take practice."

    Jarvis fiddled with the controls a while longer, making her move erratically.

    "What's the keyboard for?" asked Jarvis.

    "Type something and see," said Joe.

    Jarvis typed, "Ich wil den Klavierstein."

    A moment later, Yeony said, "Ich wil den Klavierstein," in a high-pitched squeaky voice.

    "Cool!" said Jarvis with a big grin. 

    "Any other questions?" asked Joe.

    "I assume this LCD display shows what she sees with her eyes, right?"

    "Right.  And the numbers superimposed on the screen are her vitals.  For example, it shows that her bladder is 20% full.  When it reaches 50% you should probably sit her on the toilet and make her piss."

    "I have to do that for her?"

    "Yes," said Joe.  "You control everything she does.  If you let her bladder get much above 90%, she'll wet herself.  Same idea with her bowels." 

    "Well," stammered Jarvis.  "She's um..."

    "What?" asked Joe.

    Jarvis felt himself turning red.  "She's anatomically correct, right?"

    "Hell, kid!  She's a real live human girl.  Of course she's anatomically correct.  Jeez!"

    Jarvis laughed at himself for asking a stupid question.  Glancing over at Yeony, it almost looked like she was swallowing hard.  But of course, it had to be his imagination.

    So, with controller in hand, Jarvis carefully operated Yeony out of the armory and down the street to his car.  

    It was a little difficult to get her to back up to the passenger seat and sit without banging her head on the car as she sat, but he managed it without banging her up too much.  She'll probably have a few bumps on her head from the ordeal;  good thing she has no mind to feel pain.  

    Driving home though, it was eerie sitting with a girl who was totally silent.  He had never known a girl to be quiet for even a few seconds.  She just sat there motionless staring straight ahead, but he got the strangest feeling that he noticed her eyes moving and glancing left and right.  But he figured that's has to be some sort of autonomic response.   

    Upon reaching home, it wasn't as hard to get her out of the car as it was to get her in it.  He operated her into his house easily enough without crashing her into anything.  

    The first thing he did when he got home was to put on some music.  

    He knew she couldn't reply, but asked anyway.  "Yeony, do you want to listen to the music soundtrack from _Final Fantasy 7,_ or the music soundtrack from _Metal Gear Solid?"_

    He put on the music from _Metal Gear Solid,_ and then practiced with Yeony's controller.  Once he tried to make her step backward, but she sat instead.  Being that there was no chair behind her, she fell back and banged her head hard against a table.

    "Oh shit!" yelled Jarvis.  "I'm sorry, Yeony!" as if there was a mind inside this shell of a girl to be sorry to.

    Jarvis sat her up and felt a bloody gouge in the back of her head.  She he ran and got a bandage and some rubbing alcohol and patched her up.  Holding her, he couldn't help noticing a stream of tears dribbling down her cheeks.  

    "Awww," whispered, "must be an autonomic response to the pain."

    Jarvis shuddered just then as Yeony stared straight into his eyes and blinked several times in a row, quickly.  

    _I wonder,_ thought Jarvis.  Yet Jarvis was getting hungry, and since Yeony had to eat, too, he nuked them both some frozen pizza.  There was an "Swallow" function on her controller, so he held the slice to her mouth and pressed the button, and she bit it, chewed it, and swallowed it.  

    After eating, he steered her into his bedroom with the controller and maneuvered her to sit on his bed.  

    "Time to see what you really look like," he said with a grin, and proceeded to unzip her black jumpsuit.  After a little struggle, he had it off her, and she was sitting on his bed completely naked.  "Very nice!" 

    Jarvis went to use the bathroom, and then suddenly realized something.  Checking the screen on her controller, her bladder was 80% full.  

    Jarvis controlled her to stand and steered her into the bathroom where he sat her on the toilet.  He was getting more adept at controlling her.  He found the button combo to make her pee, and she emptied herself into the toilet at his command.   

    Back in the bedroom, he put her in bed and joined her.  

    Putting his hand on her, he stroked her body.  He touched behind her neck and felt that bulge where the control unit was implanted and spliced into her spinal cord.  "You know.  You're a really pretty girl, Yeony."

    Yeony, of course, didn't reply.  But it was odd how she licked her lips and blinked and met his eyes at the strangest times.  

    Jarvis hadn't had a girlfriend since he broke up with Tati a few years ago.  The mere thought of boinking Yeony gave him a huge hard-on.  Being that she was a remote controlled woman, Jarvis didn't bother with the preliminaries.  He just climbed on top of her and shoved his dick between her legs.  But even with a cyborg woman, that didn't work too well.  She was completely dry down there.  In frustration, he sat up and flipped through the booklet, wondering if there was a "Wet" button.  

    Of course, there wasn't, but Jarvis knew his way around a woman's body.  He didn't mind going down on a girl, he rather enjoyed it even, he just figured that a cyborg girl that he paid 20 grand for should at least have an instant-turn-on switch.  

    So he got back in bed, and crawled down between Yeony's legs, and got to work. Fortunately, Jarvis had never got a girl so wet so quickly.  It almost seemed as if she was as horny and frustrated as he was.  But that's silly.  She's just an shell of a woman with no mind.

    Still, she was thoroughly soaked, and he crawled up her and was inside her easily.  He stroked her head with his hands, feeling that cut on her heat had crusted over.  As his orgasm welled up, he grabbed her shoulders and trusted repeatedly as he kissed her deeply.  And though she was as inert as a blow-up sex doll, her tongue was as active as his, dancing together in an eager saliva swirl.  His orgasm welled up quickly and exploded.  Unlike with a real girlfriend, he didn't have to make any effort to make himself last and delay his pleasure.  He shot out a last few delayed squirts and rolled off her and promptly fell asleep with his arm around her.

    The next morning, he was horny again and wanted to explore his new toy in new ways.  He controlled her to lay on her back while he climbed over her head and thrust his member into her open mouth.  Past girlfriends had never been into oral, and he longed to just fuck a woman in the throat without mercy.  Of course, that could never happen with an actual girlfriend, even one that was into oral.  But now, he had no reason to hold back.  He slammed his hard cock down her throat again and again as his orgasm welled up.  As he exploded, he simply thrust his hips down and held his cock in place with his crotch pressing down on her face.  He never came so hard or so long in his life.  

    Laughing, he said, "This is what 'owned' means, Yeony."  

    But as his orgasm was winding down, he felt a wetness against his balls and smelled a most unpleasant odor.  Lifting off her, he saw that she had shot a stomach-ful of vomit out of her nose all over his balls and thighs.  Gross!

    He hurried to the bathroom to wash off, then returned to his bedroom to wipe her face off with a wet towel.  He'd have to change his bedding, too.  Without bothering to dress her in that black jumpsuit, he controlled her to the bathroom where he made her use the toilet again then parked her on his living room sofa, a pleasant view as he went about his day.

    He powered up his PlayStation and loaded _Resident Evil._  "I have an idea," he said to himself as the game loaded.  he then positioned Yeony on her hands and knees at his feet, and put his feet up on her back, using her naked body as a footstool.  He played through several missions that way.  

    After completing a few missions, he sat her back on the sofa next to him.  "You know," he said absently, "as much as I like just letting you sit around naked, it might be fun to go out with you, but that black jumpsuit you came with is shit ugly."

    She darted her eyes up and down in agreement.

    "This might be strange for a guy to say to a girl, but let's go shopping for new clothes!"

    Yeony darted her eyes up and down vigorously, and stuck her tongue out.  

    Jarvis laughed.  "It almost seems like there's a mind in there that understands me and is trying to communicate."  He reached for her controller and saw that her bladder was 80% full, so he walked her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet, then pressed the button combo that caused her to empty her bladder.

    "And no offense," he said, "but I seriously don't think you've had a shower in weeks.  Now, I don't mind eating out a girl who's a little rank down there, that adds flavor.  But I can't take you out smelling like you do.  Especially after what happened this morning."

    He started the shower and walked her into it.  Setting the controller down and removing his clothes, he stepped in to join her.  He soaped her down, rinsed her off, and did it again.  He made sure to get everywhere, including her pussy and ass crack.  Then he shampooed her hair, several times.  He also brushed her teeth.  

    With Yeony as clean as a person can get, he then washed himself, letting Yeony stand next to him in the shower soaking up the spray of water.  "I wish you could wash me, Yeony.  That would be so much fun." 

    Again, she darted her eyes up and down and stuck out her tongue.  He leaned into her and sucked on her tongue for a moment.  It almost seemed like she was trying to push her tongue deeper into his mouth.

    Then, after the shower, he walked her out into his living room and sat her on his lap with her back to him.  "You have such long beautiful black hair, Yeony.  I'm no hair stylist, but let's see what I can do."  

    He spent a half hour brushing her hair, getting weeks worth of tangles out of it, and just general neglect from sitting on a metal folding chair in a government warehouse for weeks on end until the auction came along.  

    With her hair shiny and smooth, he pulled it tight in the back, took a rubber band and, made one long ponytail that hung down from the back of her head.  "I'm no Paul Mitchell, but I think that looks clean and simple, don't you, Yeony?"

    Of course, Yeony didn't answer.  And facing away from him on his lap, he didn't see her dart her eyes in agreement. 

    Back in her black jumpsuit, and a pair of jeans and tee shirt on himself, he controlled her into out to his car.  About 15 minutes later, he parked his car and they walked into the TRY-N-SAVE together.  

    Looking through the racks of women's clothing, he noticed a rack of ultra-short plaid skirts.  "Ooh!  You'd look good in this skirt.  Show off your sexy legs."

    He checked the size and draped it over her arm that he used the controller to bend out at a 90 degree angle to serve as a clothes bar.  

    "For a shirt," he said, "maybe something simple."  He saw a rack of women's shirts and picked out a plain white button-down shirt.

    As he wandered around, a saleswoman approached them.  "May I help you?" she said.

    "I'm almost done.  I'm just picking out some clothes for my fembot here."

    "She needs a little more than a skirt and blouse," said the saleswoman.  She looked closely at Yeony and led them over to a rack of sweaters, and pulled a greenish blue sweater off the rack behind her.  "I think this sweater will go well with that plaid skirt, don't you?"

    "Yeah," he said.  "And it'll go good with her brown eyes."

    "And what about shoes?" said the saleswoman.  

    "Oh," said Jarvis.  "I didn't think about that.  These temporary plastic shoes she came with won't last long."

    Jarvis controlled Yeony following the saleswoman to the shoe department.  "Any particular style?" she asked.

    "Something simple," he said.  Looking around he picked out a pair of black open-top shows with a strap crossing over the top of the foot.  "My last girlfriend drove me nuts looking at people's shoes.  We couldn't go out without her asking people, 'Honey, where did you get those shoes?' every five seconds."

    "Yes," said the saleswoman, "and what about socks or stockings?"

    "I'm not sure," said Jarvis.

    The saleswoman led him over to a rack of socks, and handed Jarvis a package of white socks.  "I think these knee-high socks will accentuate her legs with that plaid skirt."

    "Hmmm, yeah," said Jarvis.  

    "Great," said the saleswoman.  "Anything else?"

    "No, I think we're done for now."

    "Then let me go ring you up.  But what about undergarments?"

    "Oh!" said Jarvis.  "Duh.  She's not wearing anything under this jumpsuit.  I better pick up a package of panties for her.  Don't want her showing off the goods with that short skirt."

    The saleswoman grabbed a package of pink panties from a rack as they headed to the checkout.

    As they passed through the store, Jarvis noticed a rack of men's ties.  Stopping for a moment, he grabbed a black and red striped tie.  "This will add a bit of flair to the outfit."

    After paying for the clothes, he asked, "Can I dress her here?  Is there a dressing room I can use?"

    "Of course.  Right over there."

    Justin steered Yeony into a dressing room where he peeled off that jumpsuit from her and slowly dressed her in her new clothes.  It was a struggle for a guy to dress a woman in a tiny dressing room, but he got the task done.  He let the white shirt fall over the outside of the skirt.  "You look so sexy, Yeony."  

    Yeony stuck her tongue out, and Jarvis started to get the idea that meant she wanted him to kiss her, so he did.  The kiss lingered until the saleswoman knocked on the door, "Do you need help dressing her?"

    "We're fine," stammered Justin.  "We're almost done."  He stuffed the jumpsuit into the shopping bag and controlled Yeony out into the aisles.  

    "She looks sharp!" said the saleswoman.  

    As they were heading out of the store, they passed a counter selling college pins, so he bought a pin of his Alma-mater and pinned it to her sweater.  "There! Sexy _and_ intelligent!"

    Justin then noticed a tear running down her cheek.  "Aww, are you sad?"

    She flicked her eyes left and right.

    "No?  Happy, then?"

    She flicked her eyes up and down and stuck out her tongue again.

    "I know what that means," he said and planted a kiss on her sweet lips.

    Out of the dressing room, there was no rush to hurry the kiss, and it lingered and lingered and lingered.

    Standing back he looked into her eyes.  "Are you in there, Yeony?"

    She flicked her eyes, "Yes." 

    "The real Yeony, I mean?  Not some AI computer controlling the body?"

    She flicked her eyes, "Yes" again.

    "Oh my God!" gasped Jarvis.  "You poor girl.  Nobody deserves to have this done to them."

    Yeony flicked her eyes, "Yes."

    Jarvis took Yeony in his arms and held her tightly.  "Yeony," he whispered.  "I don't care what you did to those people.  I love you."

    The throngs of people entering and leaving the Try-N-Save hardly noticed the couple holding on to each other for dear life as the minutes slowly passed.

    * END *

POSTSCRIPT:  Yeony, Jarvis, and Tati are names of characters in a video game.  If you want to see some of the various ways I torture them, take a look:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4drbPNyWV64
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXOaH3tqLM8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRm7Q7-0iZM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_wDAhUXvXY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxB_2KU72ZE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldJxA4ajxaY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6LyPR5OUko
