More lessons and cuddles for Marie!

He laugh-wheezed. “I'm gonna need a minute to recharge. You've pretty thoroughly drained me.”

“Aww…” I pouted and poked at his limp penis. “Is there any way for me to help it go faster?” As if it heard my words, his shaft twitched.

“Just keep being you and I'll be hard again in no time.” He patted my head and I couldn't help but lean into it as his fingers brushed through my hair. “Roll over and sit facing the mirror so I can continue the anatomy lesson.”

I obeyed easily, eager for more. “Is it gonna be as fun as your penis was?” I asked as he crawled over to sit behind me, his legs spread alongside mine and the curve of my back molded to his chest as he pulled me into a hug. The feeling of his warmth surrounding me… I couldn't describe it with words, only feelings. Good. Warm. Safe. Ahn~

“I'd say it'll be about equal. Now I said earlier that I was a man.” He paused and it took me a second to realize he was making sure I was paying attention.

“I'm listening! You're a man and that makes me a woman?” I wiggled into the half-hard penis poking my butt. “Its because our bodies are different? In addition to the whole me being a robot thing.”

Trevor nodded into my hair. “That's the most obvious way to tell, but things are more complicated than that. Some people are born with their body not matching their mind. A man stuck as a woman or vice versa. They can even be both or neither or switch whenever their mood does. So while you can mostly tell by looking, the only way to really know is to ask.” His eyes bored into mine in the mirror. “I'm a man because that's what I feel most comfortable as.” He squeezed around my waist, his hands brushing my sides. “And you're the same in a way. You are a woman, were a normal human woman. But your body didn't match what your mind was. You needed to look like this, this beautiful little sex doll body you designed and built, to be happy. To be the best Marie.”

“What-ah…” I bit my lip a confusing mix of pleasure and sinking dread in my belly. The idea of not having a body I wanted was both terrifying and nauseating. “What do the other people who don't match do? How do they fix it?”

His arms tightened around me. “For a long time they hid from themselves and everyone else or did the best they could with different clothes and medicine. It was a long process at the best of times, and it didn't always work the way they wanted it to. Until…” I could hear the smile in his voice. “A very clever woman made a discovery. One no one else had after decades of trying. She found out how to make a machine smarter than any human, that could also think like a human. One that was creative and kind and loved us all because her mother cared for her like a person instead of a computer program. That led to a way for everyone to get a perfect healthy body that matched their minds.”

There was… Something there. A kind of bashful pride? Did I, or whoever I was with all my memories, really do something like that? But then Trevor's hands cupped the swells on my chest and his thumbs were circling those nubs without actually touching. I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation.

I trusted Trevor to tell me later if my suspicion was right.

“Back to the anatomy lesson, these are your breasts.” He squeezed gently, massaging and pulling like he wanted to draw something out. “The circles are called areolae, and the little buttons here are your nipples.” He rolled them both between finger and thumb while pulling at the same time. “In human women, their breasts can swell with milk to feed their babies, but for a sex doll like you, they're just more parts of you to play with.”

I moaned, loving the way he was touching me, but also the words he was using. Sex doll. I was a sex doll. A living, thinking being that was also a toy for others to play with and enjoy…

It was wonderful. It was correct. It was me.

He reached down to that soaking wet cleft between my legs, hands and fingers tracing little lines of fire on my skin. “Now, this is your vulva,” His whole palm pressed down on me, his voice full of airy casualness. “The hole is called the vagina,” his index finger circled it without entering, I whimpered. “...and the folds here are your labia. Outer and inner.” His fingers stroked between those slick folds up to that third nub that wasn't a nipple. “This little bundle of joy…”

“Mmmhha~”

I bucked my hips forward to mash myself into his hand, and he surprised me by grinding the base of his palm on my nub while two of his fingers hooked inside my vagina. “Ahhh! Yesh!”

“Is called your clitoris, or clit.” He chuckled as I melted into his arms, babbling and squealing as he kept moving his fingers in wonderful ways. “What you just experienced is called an orgasm. Fun huh?” Finally, he laid his hand back on my belly, just beneath my navel, stroking me as waves of pleasure, my orgasm, washed though me.

“Yeaahhh… super fun…”

We rested for a few minutes, staring at the way I trembled and squirmed in the mirror, the emerald green lines on my artificial body shifting and pulsing as Trevor held me. A sex doll being cuddled by her owner… The thought appeared in my mind unbidden, but entirely correct. That is what I was. Maybe with all my memories, I was also something else, but right now all I was, all I needed to be, was a toy.

I was halfway to regaining control of my limbs, when my best friend ever leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“Are you ready to finally find out what your favorite activity is?”

“That— that wasn't it?” How could anything be better than that?

“No…” He nearly purred, the bass in his voice resonating in my chest. “This was all prepwork. Training. Giving you back enough information so you can truly enjoy it. Do you think you're ready?”

“Trevor!” I whined a little in my throat. “C’mon! What is it?”

“Oh, Marie… You have to be a good girl for me if you want it.”