Kyle heads down to breakfast

Kyle headed down to breakfast. The jeans were tight, but kind of thin and stretchy. They weren’t anything like the jeans he was used to. The bra was an annoyance, and the tight tank top showed off his newly acquired curves a little too much to his liking. They seemed big to him. On a girl, he’d love to look at them. On him, it was just unsettling. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He found his uncle and Sam already up and moving. Mark was in a somewhat ill-fitting shirt and tie, looking vaguely uncomfortable. Sam was... well, dressed as Sam usually was. And that annoyed Kyle.

“Uncle Mark?” He started.

“Yes Kylie? And please, I told you before to just call me Mark,” he smiled at Kyle.

“I was wondering... MARCI seems to be much more focused on me than Sam. Is there a reason for that?”

Uncle Mark was fussing with his shirt sleeves. “Hmm? Oh, yes! Of course! Personal bias, dear.

“You see, MARCI was primarily developed to help me deal with two teenage daughters. So she’s keyed to help deal with issues and problems that girls have. Not having boys, I’ve never thought to program her to deal with teen boys.

“MARCi helps me out with household things rather than my own issues, so I don’t need her talents as much as my girls do. And Amy tends to be the one that fiddles with her programming, so her AI is based on what a teenage girl needs. To her, Sam is akin to a footstool. Something that she just needs to make sure is in the right place when needed. But you, my dear, are something she understands and will help immensely.”

As of on cue, Kyle was presented with his breakfast, which was a bowl of yogurt with some fruit on top.

“Your breakfast, mistress,” MARCi said.

Kyle looked over at the bacon, eggs, and toast that Sam was having. “I’d prefer what Sam is having,” Kyle said hopefully.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” MARCI said. “This breakfast is nutritionally complete for a girl your age. Too many calories is not healthy for you, as women and men have different caloric requirements.”

“See? Helpful!” Mark said. He then fussed with his tie and the cuffs on his shirt before asking, “Kylie, do i look OK? I mean like a titan of industry? I’m not used to ties.”

“You look fine, I guess.” Kyle said, watching Sam taunt him by slowly crunching his bacon. “Why?”

“Important meeting this morning. So what are your plans today, kids?”

“Kyle...ee” Sam caught himself, “is going shopping with the...other girls. And I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Well, stay out of trouble, both of you. I’ll be back as soon as I can,”. Mark said. He asked MARCI for a cup of coffee to go, waved, and slipped out the garage door. His car was heard starting up, the garage door opening, and he drove off, the garage door closing slowly after him.

“I hate this,” Kyle said.

“I’m really sorry,” Sam said. “I never meant for this to go this far.”

“Look at me!” Kyle moaned. “Boobs! I have boobs! And I’m being dragged shopping for bikinis!”

“I know.” Sam said sadly. “Maybe I’ll see if I can hack into the system while you’re out.”

“Just... think about it carefully and be careful. MARCI already spends way too much time worring about me.”

“I will. I owe it to you.”

Kyle had Marci prepare a cup of coffee. He wanted cream in it, but MARCI would only give him something made with skim milk.

“That about sums up what this summer is going to be like. Apparently, I’m officially on a diet.”

“So what’s it like?” Sam asked.

“What’s what like?”

“Having boobs?”

“Annoying. They jiggle. Bras are annoying. And they’re always in the way,” Kyle said.

“Play your cards right and maybe you’ll get to see Darla’s,” Sam said with a grin.

Kyle thought about that. “Hey, maybe there is an upside to this mess! I mean, I’m being dragged for a workout to a woman!/‘ gym tomorrow.! Assuming there are showers, that could be amazing!”

“Uh, Kyle... Kylie,” Sam said. “I hate to rain on your parade, but... how are you going to be naked with girls without them seeing your junk?”

Kyle blanched. “I hadn’t thought about that... what am I going to do?”

A horn sounded outside. “Looks like your ride is here,” Sam said. “Have fun shopping! And we’ll figure a way out of the gym.”

“We’d better,” Kyle said.

MARCI deposited a small drawstring bag over Kyle’s shoulder. “I put together some things you may need for your outing, mistress,” MARCI said.

“Great,” Kyle said flatly.

The horn honked again, and Kyle exited the house.