Fucking anything.

With a small motion of his hips, Bill pushed Amber off of him and onto the floor next to him. They sat in silence for a minute, Bill catching his breath and Amber staring blankly at the ceiling. Finally, he sat up on his elbow and looked over at her.

Just as instructed, she was showing signs of life and biological activity. He drank in the sight of her chest rising and falling, her flawless skin taut and firm. He reached out and pressed down on her left breast, feeling it flatten with just enough resistance under his hand. Amber continued to stare blankly at the ceiling, giving no indication that she was aware of anything.

"So, what now?" he asked.

She looked at him with no emotion and responded calmly. "Whatever you want."

"Ok, um, why don't we go get dressed?"

She nodded and gracefully got to her feet. They both went to his bedroom and began dressing again. He admired her perfect ass as she slid first her panties, then her pants over it. Once she was done, she smiled at him. She was awaiting more instructions.

Now that Bill's mind was clear, he was beginning to think through the medium-term ramifications of his discovery. "So, Amber, if I were to have you move in with me, would that cause any problems for you?"

"Not at all," she replied.

"I mean, like with your Amber persona. Do you pay rent and taxes and stuff? Do you have friends?"

"I do pay taxes and rent, as well as maintain a full-time job as an administrative assistant. I don't need to do any of these things, but I do to them to blend in and assimilate. I have several acquaintances, but not many real friends."

He felt a tinge of sadness. "That sounds lonely. I mean, you don't get lonely, of course, but still..."

Her reply surprised him. "I don't get lonely, but I act lonely. Remember, until today I spent 100% of my time acting exactly like a normal person would. I've had many lengthy masturbation sessions, I'm on several dating apps, and I sometimes have spontaneous crying sessions when I think about how alone I am."

"You cry? Like, by yourself? You sit in your house and cry?" Bill was bewildered by this revelation.

Amber met his gaze placidly. "And you don't?"

He coughed awkwardly and sat on the bed. "I do, but I'm a widower with real emotions."

"And to any outside observer, I'm a middle-aged virgin with no friends and several neglected houseplants."

"You're a virgin?" he asked incredulously.

"Amber is," she said. "This thing is not. It has not always been Amber, and it won't always be Amber."

He patted the bed next to himself, but she didn't respond. "Please sit next to me. So how old are you? How many people have you been?"

As she sat, he was entranced by how fluid and graceful her movements were. Even in the simplest actions, she exuded elegance. "I can't answer that. I can tell you that what we have is not something I have ever done."

"So," he followed up, "would it be in keeping with your Amber persona to move in with me?"

She nodded. "Yes. Amber would like that very much, so it would be a plausible decision. She's obviously quite a bit more attractive than you physically, but you have a lovely personality and a stable income."

"Thanks," he said sarcastically. "I just thought of something. Can you be me? Not right now, just- like to get out of stuff or whatever. Can I send you out as Bill to do things for me?"

"Yes. I can become a perfect simulation of you. Also, I can become a near-perfect simulation of you with some tweaks. If you wanted to send me to work as yourself everyday, I could perform your job duties far better than you or most human beings could. I could seduce women as you, win poker games as you, or fight crime as you. I can be anyone or do anything."