Order her as-is

You don’t think Carrie needs any modifications, so you place your order straight away and then begin the long wait.

Two weeks later, a delivery man leaves a tall circular package by your door, standing it there upright like a tall bass drum, before leaving.

Eagerly, albeit slowly, you roll the heavy package inside. Taking a breather, you rest against a wall, looking at the large white circular front, wondering how you’re supposed to open it.

That’s when a figure leaps out through the side of the package, bursting through the white paper hoop. You recognise her instantly, from the Robin costume and the red hair; she’s Carrie Kelley, but she’s so much more real than you’ve seen her before, so much more alive. There’s a big dopey grin on her face, almost as big as the one on yours. She runs over and leaps on to you, planting a kiss on your lips, then rushes off to examine her new home.

“I thought I was supposed to turn you on,” you shout after the robo-slut, surprised but delighted at her emergence.

“You have,” she says, running back and grabbing your hand. She pulls you to your bedroom, and then leaps into the air, doing a triple somersault before landing on the bed, lying on her back, her yellow cloak spread out beneath her. You look down at her toned body, her long legs, and then realise she's looking at you through her green lenses.

She starts to unbutton her top. “What are you waiting for, stud?”

You don’t need any more prompting, and leap onto the bed, your right hand massaging the R on her chest. She pulls off her green glasses, looking deep into your eyes.

You start to undress, gratified by her eagerness to have sex, and she helps you with pulling off your clothes, before feeling the huge bulge between your legs.

She gulps. “Be gentle,” she says, as your hand slips into her red tunic. You hear her young voice, all bravado suddenly gone, now ****, and you wonder whether she’s a virgin, if robo-sluts can be said to be such a thing.