Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 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