Her new body

You move over to your pull-out bed and motion for her to follow, making yourself comfortable among the pillows and comforter while she continues to hesitate. Upon noting that your bed is the only uncluttered seating area in the basement, though, the girl appears to swallow her pride; she comes around to seat herself next to you without complaint, her big, unsupported tits bouncing merrily every step of the way.

"So," you begin, trying your best to hide your arousal, "I know I'm kind of responsible for a lot of it, so maybe I should know. But why all the crying? I felt like I was... I dunno, pretty gentlemanly about the whole thing. No?"

She gives you a long, vaguely mystified look.

"'Gentlemanly?'"

"I mean, yeah? You showed up at my house naked, in a box. Do you know the level of self-control it took to not just jump you right away?"

"Ohhh okay, congrats on not being an absolute piece of shit."

She smirks now, clearly somewhat entertained by your total inability to view things from the female perspective.

"I do appreciate it, though," she eventually murmurs, eyes falling shlyly to her lap. "When you woke me up I had no idea what was going on. You could have... Reacted any way you wanted, I guess."

For a moment your Love Doll looks as if she's about to tear up again. She pulls her knees to her chest, trying to fight the quaver in her voice as she continues:

"After all... I'm not really 'me', am I? My parents aren't my parents... My friends aren't my friends. My career, my future... My body. T-They aren't mine anymore..."

She meets your eyes again, tears already pooling in the creases of her own.

"...Are they?"

You're quiet for a long moment, and when your answer comes it's in the form of a muted shake of the head.

"No. You're a copy of the original Alex... Just like all the other exam subjects." you explain, violating your Love Doll's no-touch rule to lay a supportive hand on her shoulder. "But that doesn't matter to me. I still give a shit about what happens to you, you know?"

She smiles a little, sniffling as she wipes the stray tears from her painted cheeks.

"You're the only one..." she huffs, looking as if she'd like nothing more than to lean into you for comfort. "...But thanks."

You want the moment to last forever but, of course, it doesn't; the girl rouses from her post-cry lethargy to look more closely at your laptop, which currently sits on the floor beside your bed.

"...Is that the exam rubric?" she asks.

"Huh?" you reply, following her gaze to your laptop's screen "Oh, yup. Why, do you want to see?"

She nods her head, looking a little afraid of what she might discover...

Judging by what you've read of the exam instructions so far, she's right to be.