Yes, the machine finally understands

There is a brief pause on the line, during which all Adam can hear is his own exasperated heavy breathing. Then the machine speaks once more.

"If **** of our product has resulted in the development of female genitalia, say "yes, ma'am"." It is still notably artificial, but if Adam didn't know any better, he could have sworn that its tone seems somehow more alluring, particular the "yes, ma'am".

"Finally" Adam exhales. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't understand that. If **** of our product has replaced your unsatisfactory penis with a dripping wet pussy, say "yes, ma'am"."

Adam is shocked by the machine's sexually charged language. This time, the seductive and authoritative tone is undeniable, especially in the emphasis on "yes, ma'am".

"Y-yes, ma'am," Adam stammers, wanting to avoid further displeasing the robo-voice.

"That's better." The machine seems pleased, or at least as pleased as an automated response can be. "If you ignored the printed warning and went over the maximum allowable dosage for our product, say "I'm sorry, ma'am"."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." This time, Adam does not hesitate. He really is sorry. He would give anything to get his penis back, and if that requires grovelling to a disembodied voice over the phone then so be it.

"Would you like assistance in regrowing your male genitalia?" The machine resumes it's former marginally more polite tone.

"Yes! Yes, please help me!" Adam begs, seemingly forgetting that the voice on the other end of the line belongs to a computer.

"Please wait while we transfer you to the next available genital recovery support agent. Avoid any physical stimulation of your pussy until an agent can guide you."

Adam is left wondering how often this problem must occur for specialized representatives to be needed and just what he's going to be guided on as the voice cuts out and is replaced by saxophone laden hold music. Although he had kept his hands to himself during the call, now that he was left with nothing to occupy himself, Adam found his attention focused on the freshly formed slit between his legs. Even without any outside influence, Adam feels an unmistakable warmth down there. It feels like a spontaneous boner, only inside rather than out. He presses his legs together, trying to get his mind off of it. The machine clearly told him to keep his hands off, and it sounded like it really meant it. Although...what could be the harm in just a bit of pussy play? Who knows how quickly he'll get his dick back? This could be Adam's one and only chance to see how the other half jacks it!