The AI gives Jamie a bath

“I have run a bath for you. Please come upstairs,” The AI spoke again.

Jamie didn't mind the idea of having a good soak in the bathtub though he found it odd that the AI didn't ask first. Still, he was curious what the rest of the house looked like and a quick rinse wouldn't hurt anything. After he got out of his chair he made his way up the stairs and was startled by a door opening. For a moment he froze, thinking that there was another person in his house, but there was only silence. He slowly pressed forward, seeing the large bathroom was empty. After he entered the bathroom, the door closed behind him making him jump. I took a few moments for him to realize that the doors could be controlled by the AI.

“Please place your clothing in the laundry bin,” she said as a large hole opened in the side of the wall.

With some mild concern, he disrobed before tossing what he was wearing down the hole. Turning his attention to the tub, he could see that it had a pinkish coloring to the water and smelled of flowers. Shrugging to himself, he stepped into the pleasantly warm water and sat down. He was just starting to get comfortable when metallic arms emerged from the walls holding rags and soap.

“Please hold still as I clean you,” she told him.

Though he wasn't exactly comfortable with being rubbed down by a machine, he relented. He again found himself relaxing as the AI washed his body gently, nearly falling asleep. He closed his eyes as shampoo was rubbed into his long hair and enjoyed the scalp massage. It was when he felt something odd being slathered on his legs did he open his eyes to see cream being applied to his legs before more arms arrived holding razors.

“Wait! Stop!” he cried out.

The machine didn't listen to his commands and instead carefully removed his leg hair despite his protests. They didn't stop with just his legs, soon moving to every part of him that the AI had learned was generally seen as unattractive to the male gaze. Soon his body was soft and smooth, smelling lightly of flowers. He was still in shock as he was brought out of the tub and dried off with fluffy towels. A robe was placed on him, his wet hair was wrapped up by another, and his feet were slipped into fuzzy slippers with a slight heel.

“This is a scary bug,” he muttered looking at his supple thighs peeking out from the short bathrobe.

“Please enter your bedroom to get changed,” he was instructed.

With little hesitation he left the room to find his bedroom, hoping that the bathroom incident was just a single bug that he could report. Once he found his new bedroom, his hopes were dashed as he saw the outfit the machine had selected for him to wear, holding it up with more robotic arms.

“Wait! I can't wear that!” he exclaimed.

“Understood. I will assist you,” The AI said as metallic arms descended on him get him dressed.

With her guidance, Jamie would attract a man to fight off the painfully single status. In her search, she had concluded that there were several looks, styles, and archetypes that men found to be desirable. With that in mind, she dressed Jamie...