Experience her.

"Amber," he said thoughtfully, "Please make your breasts larger."

Bill gasped at the feeling of her skin slackening for just a moment before regaining its fluid, supple tautness. Under his trembling palm, it slowly swelled. Feeling the skin stretch tightly, just a little friction between his palms and her tit, he almost creamed his pants. Amber did not react.

He put his other hand on her tight, firm tummy and caressed it. He felt the subtle depression around her navel, the light fuzz leading downward. He leaned over to smell her then thought of something.

"Amber," he said to the unblinking face, "please make your skin smell like a rainy day and sex."

"Ok," she replied indifferently. Bending over, he inhaled deep the aroma of ozone and wet grass and, underneath it, just a hint of feminine musk. He closed his eyes and let his hands wander across her form. He moved up to her neck and face, opened his eyes, and kissed her. Feeling her pliant, still lips against his sent a shiver down his spine.

"Say you love me," he told her.

"I love you."

"Don't change anything about your physical demeanor but say it like you mean it.

"Oh, Bill," said the soft voice issuing from the emotionless body. "You know I do. I love you so much."

He put a hand on her chest and looked into her eyes. She blinked but otherwise didn't react to the sudden eye contact. Her eyes betrayed no sign that anything truly existed behind them and it struck him how absolutely alien this thing was.

"Tell me again. Emote with your face."

Her frame still limp in his arms, her face instantly reanimated. "Oh my God, Bill." Tears rolled in perfectly vertical lines down her cheeks. "I love you so, so-"

"That's enough." She immediately went slack, the words dying in her mouth. She was once again staring blankly at the ceiling, utterly empty.