More thorough, like what you did to Rose. But Rose won't stop 'helping'

“Something like that,” you say, nervous over Rose’s presence, but unwilling to compromise on your vision of Jane. “It’ll be easier if I just do it and you watch.”

Rose steps aside for you, and you situate yourself in front of Jane.

“Look at me.”

The wiry, nude woman does so, white eyes shifting to you. As fond as you are of Jane… this is your chance to improve her.

Guilt tugs at your heartstrings over what you’re planning to do. Despite liking Rose just fine, you’re not sure you could’ve ever changed Pearl so much on purpose. Part of the formula for what worked with Rose was thinking of her as someone else. If you want to do the same to Jane, to the girl you’ve dreamed about half your life, you’ll have to stop thinking of her as the girl you grew up with. She has to become someone else. Someone no less beautiful, but new.

“I don’t know how I feel about doing this to our Jane,” you tell Rose, over your shoulder. “You good if right if I call her something else for this?”

“I am not qualified to comment,” says Rose, again deferring to your judgement.

Good.

You think of a new, sexy name. Rose was good… you want something short and simple, like that. Something naturey, but strong.

“Your name is Ash,” you choose.

The woman, Ash, stares into your eyes. You release a tense breath. Ash, not Jane. This is an entirely different person. Like Jane’s sister. Or cousin. Or a friend. You let go of your concerns and focus on the moment, on your own desires.

“Until I give you another drink, Ash, you will listen, and accept what you hear as fact,” you say.

“I thought you said you just had to tell her she wants to be your girlfriend,” comments Rose. “What’s with the magician act?”

“What I did with you was an accident,” you reply, turning to Rose. “Luckily, it worked out. This time I’d rather be more thorough, okay?”

“Sure, sure,” demurs Rose. But she comes over and leans on the counter beside you to watch more closely. “Carry on, Rasputin.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, whatever. Now - Ash - during this time, when you accept a new fact, you’ll repeat it back aloud, in your own words, and it’ll become your truth. Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes,” says Ash in a faint voice, her expression blank.

“Woah-hoa-hoah,” says Rose, captivated. “She’s like a robot!”

“I’m like a robot,” says Ash.

“Rose!” you hiss, blocking Rose’s face with your arm. “Ash, you are not like a robot.”

“I am not like a robot,” Ash repeats.

Rose fights your arm off, but flashes you an apologetic look. “My bad.”

You give Rose one last glare, then turn back to your work. “Ash, you… are my girlfriend,” you decide.

“I am your girlfriend.”

“And,” you add, “you’ve always been by girlfriend.”

“I’ve always been your girlfriend.”

“Wait. You can do that?” asks Rose, surprised.

“I mean, I‘m not sure,” you say, “but maybe.”

Rose turns to the naked girl. “Ash, you’ve always been my friend, too.”

“I’ve always been your friend, too,” says Ash.

“What are you doing?” you snap at Rose.

“If you’re going to be dating Jane from now on, I want to be sure me and her get along,” Rose explains, her expression innocent. “Like - we do get along, but that’s Jane when she’s not your girlfriend. Speaking of, Jane - Ash - you’re cool with me fucking your boyfriend as much as I want.”

“I’m cool with you fucking my boyfriend as much as you want,” says Ash.

“Come on,” you say, annoyed at Rose’s interruptions. “Would you rather her be your girlfriend?”

“What? No. Gross.”

“Then let me do my thing! You said you were going to help.”

“Sorry, I just - I’m psyched. This is insane,” says Rose, wiggling excitedly and struggling to suppress a grin. “Do your thing. Pretend I’m not here.”

Trying to ignore Rose, you continue Ash’s indoctrination. “You’re deeply, helplessly in love with me.”

“I’m deeply, helplessly in love with you,” echoes Ash.

Rose snickers. “How romantic. Not leaving that one up to chance, huh?”

“Shut up,” you say, giving her a shove.

Rose shoves back, not going anywhere. God. The things you put up with.

“You’d do anything for me, Ash,” you tell the fit, denuded woman.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Including sex,” interjects Rose.

“Including sex.”

“Rose!”

“Do you want her to wait for marriage?” asks Rose, challenging you. “Jane’s always been more interested in colleges and saving money than romance.”

She has a point. Maybe you need her help more than you thought?

“Don’t worry big boy, I’ve got you covered.” Rose gives a smug smirk and turns to your joint project. “Ash, Chase is the most big, strong, handsomest man you’ve ever met. Thinking about him makes your heart flutter like a little girl’s and gets your motor running every time,” she says, almost mockingly. “Riding him’s the best feeling in the world. You could do it all day.”

Ash reads back her new facts. “Chase is the most big, strong, handsomest man I’ve ever met. Thinking about him makes my heart flutter like a little girl’s and gets my motor running every time. Riding him’s the best feeling in the world. I could do it all day.”

Your eyes bug out of your head. “What the hell, Rose?”

“Quit being so squeamish,” Rose says, dismissively. “Do you want to fuck her or not?”

“I do, but -”

“But nothing,” Rose cuts you off. “Trust me on this one, Chase. I’m not shoving garbage in her head. I’m talking autobiographical here. Riding you is the best feeling in the world. Count yourself lucky I’m fine with sharing, cause otherwise I’d keep you **** and tied up in my basement.”

The image is so absurd you can’t help but laugh, despite yourself.

“Now, can I finish, or do you think you can do better?” she asks, folding her arms with attitude.

You’re mad at Rose for monopolizing Ash like this, but at the same time, her style of programming is really hot. As much as you want her to quit it, you want to let her keep going, too, just to see where she takes it next.

“Fine, you can finish, but I’m changing what you say if I don’t like it.”

This is all Rose wanted to hear.

“Now, where was I? Oh right,” she says, clapping and rubbing her hands together. “Ash, you can’t get enough of your boyfriend’s cock. You’ll have sex with him any way he wants, any time, anywhere. You can’t say no to him. Every time you do it, you feel good, warm, and content after, full of happy butterflies. And you never, ever get jealous. People getting jealous is lame.”

You turn to Ash with rapt attention as she repeats everything Rose just said.

“I can’t get enough of my boyfriend’s cock. I’ll have sex with him any way he wants, any time, anywhere. I can’t say no to him,” reports Ash. “Every time we do it together, I feel good, warm, and content after, full of happy butterflies. And I never, ever get jealous. People getting jealous is lame.”

“So? How’s that?” asks Rose.

You’re overwhelmed. And way too turned on to offer real criticism. You clear your throat. “It’s serviceable, I suppose.”

“Yeah, you suppose, sure,” says Rose incredulously, with a huff. “Okay, so now we put her back together, right?”

“I’ll show you,” you say, leading Rose back to the Juicer Max. You explain to her how you remixed her to begin with.

“Wait wait wait,” says Rose. “You’re telling me if we just pop out another can of Pearl Juice, we can give Jane a copy of my personality?” She frowns. “And - wait - Why’d you call it call it Pearl Juice, anyway? I can't even remember the last time anybody called me that.”

“Cause you’re so white,” you retort.

Rose snorts. “Touche.”

But now you're looking at all these options... you do want to remix Jane - Ash - but what if you did something different? You could have two Rose's. Or one Rose, and one... whatever you want. Couldn't you?