Of course!

As you open the door to the state-of-the-art building, a wave of warm air smacks you in the face. It had been just a bit chilly outside, and the inside of the house felt euphoric. Sleek white tiles lined the floor as you entered with two bags filled with basically all of your belongings. You set them on the floor, retrieve one final measly bag of random items and set them next to your other bags before closing the door. Suddenly, a feminine voice greets you.

"Hello, -User-! I am the Comprehensive Autonomous Residential Assistant, or Cara for short. How may I be of service?" The disembodied voice asks with an upbeat tone. Although it sounds human, it has just that small hint of artificialness that throws you off a bit.

"Well uh... could you put my stuff away... ma'am..." You say while gesturing towards you bags on the floor. You hate to admit it, but you feel ever so slightly intimidated by Cara. It sounds as if the house itself is talking to you, with the voice coming from no area in particular. Upon making the request for the AI to take care of your things, you watch as three robotic arms rapidly emerge from the wall and scoop up your bags before retracting back into the wall.

"Items successfully retrieved. Now moving all given materials to storage for further processing." Cara says in a casual tone. Before you can ask where your stuff even went or what "storage" is, what looks to be a large handprint scanner ascends from the floor.

"Please place your hand on the designated scanner to confirm ownership of the household." Cara says in a monotonous voice, starkly contrasting with her originally upbeat attitude. The white floor tiles leading to the scanner light up, allowing for even the dumbest of individuals to know what to do.

"I'm not an idiot..." You mutter as you approach the scanner and cautiously place your hand on it. You leave it there for about five seconds before hearing an audible ding as the scan completes. Once you fully take your hand off of the scanner, it retreats back into the floor before the area is covered back up by a white tile.

"Identity of -User- confirmed. Hello, Avery." Cara says, emphasizing your annoyingly feminine name. You realize you are still standing in the foyer of the house like a dope, and promptly begin looking around for the living room. Cara picks up on this, and lights up the tiles leading into the room. You take a seat on the couch, not exactly sure what to do.

"So um... Cara, what's the weather for tonight going to look like?" You smack yourself on the head after asking the question, muttering about how your using the most advanced AI of the time to tell you the damn weather. Cara ignores your self-berating, and informs you that a rather large storm is approaching and to expect heavy rain and lightning over the next few hours. Right on que, you begin hearing the slow pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof of the house.

Looking out one of the many glass windows, you watch as the rain slowly falls and rhythmically runs down to the grass below. The sky is slowly darkening, both because of the storm moving in as well as night approaching. Although quite, you hear lofi hip-hop begin playing, calming you. Suddenly, you see a large lighting strike in the distance. You've never been particularly manly in terms of standing up to danger, and momentarily cower away girlishly.

"Cara, what would happen if it hailed or something? Wouldn't all this class be a hazard?" You ask, trying, and failing, to sound confident while doing so.

"Negative. Elysian Enterprises has built this household's glass windows with state of the art polycarbonate, allowing for protection from the elements, yet an attractive view of the surrounding areas at all times." Cara says in a calming tone, clearly having picked up on your rather timid response to the lightning strike.

As you breath a sigh of relief, Cara informs you that it is 7:30 PM, and that she shall begin preparing dinner at your request. Despite knowing you could ask for some extravagant, lavish meal, you can't really think of anything and just ask for a few slices of pepperoni pizza. After being presented with and eating your food as well as a can of orange Fanta, you try and think of something to do while looking around the modern yet homely dining room. Seemingly noticing what your thinking about, Cara interrupts your train of thought.

"Avery, your bedroom has been fully set up. There is a computer capable of running all modern-day videogames or videos at your disposal." Cara says while lighting up the floor tiles leading out of the dining room and up a set of stairs. The house is a three stories high, with a basement, 1st floor and second floor. As you exit the dining room, multiple robotic arms descend from a ceiling tile and quickly scoop away the singular plate and half empty soda can before perfectly fixing up the room. Its almost as if you had never entered the room. You go up the stairs and enter your room. Its not massive, but cozy and perfect for one person. You sit down in a comfy black swivel chair and find the computer is already turned on and logged in. It appears to be in the process of downloading numerous games Cara must think you might like. You've never really had a high-end computer, let alone a gaming PC, so your not exactly sure what to do. The first game that seems to have been fully downloaded is "Overwatch", so you decide to load it up. After a short load time, you try to join a match and are presented with a number of characters to pick from. You eventual pick a women in orange spandex and with the British flag on her arm. You admittedly only picked her because she looked hot.

After a short while of playing, being called a few slurs by your more experienced teammates, and a whole lot of dying, you decide to exit out of the game. You decide its time to get your rocks off, and sheepishly ask Cara if she could look away for a little bit. Your not even sure how that would work considering she's kind of inside the whole house, but she verbally abridges. _As you open incognito tab, you try and decide what to look at while you do it...- - - - - -

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[Authors note: Although it seems insignificant, this is a turning point in the story and the end of the introductory section. Although it could be interpreted in a few ways, I want to take the story in a "****-feminization" route. Whoever Avery picks to masturbate to is who the computer will attempt to slowly turn him into. Sorry if your not into that kind of stuff. I don't do a lot of writing, so I hope this turned out not terrible. Furthermore, if you want to take the story in a different direction in your own section, feel free! Enjoy!]