A delivery

It’s a while later when Seven approaches, reporting her successful repair of the shower. “Good job, Seven. Go stand like you normally would.”

She silently nods in understanding, and gracefully steps atop the pedestal, standing chin held high with her hands clasped behind her back.

Activating it, you settle back in beside Arwen, glancing at the now nearly pitch black backyard through your windows, and then at the time displayed on your phone.

“Hmm, should arrive any minute now.”

You see Arwen, apparently enamoured with slow motion videos, tears her eyes from the screen to look at you questioningly. “Im sorry James, what is arriving?”

You reply “Oh, right, I haven’t told you yet. New character.”

Arwen looks at you blankly for a moment, as it takes a few seconds for her to remember what “character” means in this context.

Hey eyes widen, and you see her immediate concern is modesty. as a hand shoots to her exposed crotch and she gives you a pleading expression.

You can’t help but chuckle, “alright, you can go put on a more… “solid” robe, but keep the bodysuit.” She nods, and quickly shuffles off to the bedroom.

Practically the moment she’s gone you hear your mother call you from atop the stairs. “James, delivery for you.”

You quickly make your way up the stairs and to the front door, opening it, you see a RealDreams delivery drone hovering a few feet above the ground.

There’s an awkward moment as you stand there, waiting for the drone to no doubt make some invisible scan to confirm your identity.

The moment passes, and the drone descends until in nearly makes contact with the ground.

Taking your que, you lead it inside the doorway, and press a familiar button on the side to open its cargo stasis chamber.

The door swings slowly open with a satisfying hiss, revealing the contents within.

Inside is an exceptionally beautiful girl of average height.

Her face is oval, with full soft cheeks. Her hair is a deep, nearly black brown, and her eyebrows are thick and natural.

She has a deeply upturned nose with somewhat wide nostrils, and her lips are plump and perfectly shaped. Above her upper lip and sitting under her left nostril is a single distinctive mole.

She has the face of an older teenaged Jennifer Connelly.

Her shoes are brown leather slip-ons, and her jeans are a light, washed out blue. On her upper body she’s wearing a puffy, high collared victorian-esque blouse under a gold patterned vest. In her hair is large black clip, keeping in place her shoulder length hair.

RealDreams, in the name of appealing to and satisfying their customers, is capable of some incredible and outlandish temporal fuckery, including postponing the events of a story in its own universe until it’s characters are of legal age.

Indeed, sleeping soundly inside the drone chamber is your very own, eighteen year old Sarah Williams, from the 1986 Jim Henson movie “Labyrinth”

Outwardly, it’s already obvious to tell from her more womanly facial features compared to her movie counterpart, and Connellys ample young adult bust, that RealDreams marketing doesn’t lie.

You stand there for a time, soaking in her gorgeous form sleeping soundly in the pod. Her chest gently rising and falling, and her full feminine lips ever so slightly parted.

You can’t help your racing heart, or the anxiety wreaking havoc in your stomach, more akin to hornets than butterflies.

Arwen and Seven are both favourite characters of yours, and came with both of them an initial anxiety, but it was nothing like this.

This is a bona fide childhood dream come true.

You see Sarah stir briefly, startling you and causing you to jump. Acting fast, you quickly press a button on the side of the drone to inject her with a temporary, half hour anaesthesia.

After a brief pneumatic hiss, she stills again, her eyes never even having the chance to open.

You breath a sigh of relief, awkward moment averted for the time being.

Opening a side panel, you retrieve your physical receipt. Only perusing the paper briefly, having already read its digital counterpart, you see it contains her instance number, the extraordinarily collectible instance of “No.1986” as well as a list of the mental mods you give all your characters, her being no exception.

Finding the mods interface code, you read it, mentally attuning yourself to them. That job out of the way, you tuck the receipt in your pocket, and make a note to put it in your safe later.

Cautiously, you lean into the drone and wrap an arm under her knees, supporting her back with the other, and pick up Sarah in a bridal carry.

Once you’ve done so, the drone immediately closes itself and departs, taking to the skies and quickly fading into the distance.

Closing the front door with a foot, you carry Sarah deeper into the house. You briefly consider trying to carry her down the steps, but realizing that may be a bad idea, you instead opt to place her in the first floor guest bedroom for the time being.

Laying her on the slightly dusty emerald green bed of the guest room, you glance around, noting the lack of any particularly modern technology.

Probably the best place she could wake up if you want a relatively calm reaction from her.

Looking down, you realize your state of half dress may not make the best impression, and thus you quickly run downstairs to throw on a pair of jeans plus a long-sleeved henley.

Returning, you check the time, and opt to sit at the end of the bed, waiting for the remaining 20 minutes to pass.

Our third character finally revealed!

I wasn’t lying when i said this would be a greatest hits of hollywoods most beautiful.

I mean come on, Jeri Ryan, Liv Tyler and Jennifer Connelly?!?! I hope you all can appreciate my tastes in women.

As always, if you feel like it, tell me what you think! comments are very appreciated.