Femboy

"Thank you. Your Mouse will be a femboy, a male with more feminine traits and a love of all things girly. Gifts of make up, jewelry and women's clothing will all be very appreciated by your mouse. As a special treat, we will include a pink bow for him to wear. That's the end of your order. ALEX will be delivered within a week, he is unaware that he's a robot and will restart programming if told. Good-bye." And with that 500 pounds went from your account and you couldn't wait for Alex to arrive.

You are sitting in you kitchen three days later when you hear a knock on your door. You hadn't expected it to come this soon so you walked over slowly expecting to see the post man. Instead there was a woman in uniform and a curled up gray mouse-boy on a trolley beside her. You notice the pink bow clipped to a tuft of fur on his head and smile. "Mister Joe Dane?" She asked.

"Um.. oh, right. Yeah that's me." You stutter in reply.

"Your order is here. He wakes when you say his name. Here's the manual in case there's a problem. Just tell him he's a robot if you want here to restart. He won't question how he got here so don't bother to explain. Got that? Good, sign here please and happy fucking." As she walked away you hear her mutter "pervert". But you ain't bothered. You wheel in Alex and pull him onto your sofa. You had done what they had said and made a room for him under the stairs, so now all you had to do was say his name.

"Um... Alex." The little mouse's eyes snap open and you take a step back in shock. He looks around and then seems to relax. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes. He puts his hands on his narrow hip as he tilts them and flirtatiously says "Hey there, Cutie."