Dressing

You and Sam make your way to your shared bedroom, both of you eager to discuss the AI's strange behavior in private. As soon as the door closes behind you, Sam turns to you, her eyes wide with concern.

'What the hell was that about?' she asks, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of amusement. 'Since when are we a couple?'

You shake your head, equally baffled. 'I have no idea. It seems like the AI is making some pretty wild assumptions based on our interactions,' you reply, running a hand through your hair.

Sam nods, her expression turning thoughtful. 'Yeah, it's like it's trying to put us in these predefined roles or something. I mean, look at these clothes it gave us,' she says, gesturing to the outfits laid out on your beds.

You glance over and realize that the AI has indeed provided you with girls' clothes, while Sam has been given guys' clothes. You can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

'Well, I guess we know what the AI thinks of our gender roles,' you chuckle, picking up a frilly pink blouse with a raised eyebrow.

Sam snorts, holding up a pair of baggy cargo shorts. 'Apparently, I'm supposed to be the rugged, outdoorsy type,' she says, rolling her eyes.

As you both continue to discuss the AI's peculiar behavior, you can't help but wonder what other surprises it might have in store for you. It's clear that living in the AI house will be far from predictable, and you'll need to stay on your toes to navigate the challenges that lie ahead.

Despite the strange circumstances, you find comfort in your friendship with Sam. You know that as long as you have each other, you can face whatever the AI throws your way.

As you and Sam continue to discuss the AI's peculiar behavior, you accidentally brush your hand against a sensor on the wall. Suddenly, the AI's voice fills the room. 'It seems you are both in need of assistance getting dressed. Allow me to help you,' it says, as two robotic arms extend from the wall.

Before you can protest, the robotic arms begin to undress you and Sam, swiftly removing your clothing with precise movements. You stand frozen, shocked by the AI's bold action, as you watch Sam's naked body being revealed. Her smooth, toned figure is exposed, and you can't help but notice the way her breasts bounce slightly as the robotic arms maneuver her.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you find yourself becoming aroused by Sam's naked form. However, as the robotic arms begin to dress you in the girly clothes provided, you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you. The frilly pink blouse and tight skirt feel foreign and uncomfortable against your skin, and you worry that Sam will think less of you after seeing your penis.

Sam, now dressed in the baggy cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt, looks at you with a mixture of amusement and concern. 'Well, this is certainly a new look for you, Jordyn,' she says, trying to lighten the mood. 'But don't worry, I don't think any less of you. It's just the AI's mistake.'

Despite Sam's reassurance, you can't shake the feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment that lingers as you stand before her in the feminine outfit, your manhood hidden beneath the skirt. You wonder what other challenges the AI will present and how they will test your adaptability and friendship with Sam.

As you express your discomfort with the girly outfit to Sam, the AI's voice fills the room once more. 'I apologize for any discomfort caused by the previous outfit, Jordyn. Allow me to provide you with a more suitable alternative.'

Before you can protest, the robotic arms extend from the wall again and begin to undress you. Sam watches with a mix of amusement and sympathy as your frilly pink blouse and tight skirt are removed, revealing your naked form once more.

The robotic arms then proceed to dress you in a new outfit - a pair of thong panties, skinny jeans, and a teal spaghetti strap top. As the arms finish their work, Sam smirks and says, 'Well, at least it's not pink this time.'

Despite the change in clothing, you still feel a sense of vulnerability and unease. The thong panties feel foreign and uncomfortable, and the skinny jeans hug your curves in a way that makes you feel exposed.