Sam is working on MARCI

Kyle ran into Sam’s room, his bare feet slapping on the floor. “Tell me you’ve got this thing worked out!”

Sam was hunched over his laptop, looking at a command prompt. Lines of code were on the screen.

“Well, not exactly,” Sam said, not really looking up. “MARCI’s subroutines are pretty well protected. And it looks like there are a lot of traps in place that could really screw things up if they’re not dealt with correctly. But...”

Kyle smiled widely. “But? That’s a good but, right?”

“I don’t know yet. I mean, I found out that MARCI is a lot more advanced than I originally thought. It’s got a lot of subroutines. She.... it has an adaptive AI. And there seems to be some pretty advanced things going on behind the scenes. She... it,” he corrected himself again, “It seems like it has some fabrication technology. This house is a lot bigger than it looks. There’s a fair amount of space carved out below ground.”

Kyle slumped. “So I’m stuck like this?”

Sam sighed. “At least for another day. I’m sorry!”

Acting much like the teenage girl he appeared to be, Kyle threw his towel down on the floor and stormed off to his room. He flopped onto the bed.

“Do you wish to get ready for bed, mistress?” MARCI asked.

“No. I wish to....” he caught himself before he said anything that crazy machine might take as a command.

He thought for a bit, and asked, very slowly, “MARCI?”

“Yes, mistress?”

“If... I needed... wanted...to hide my... growth... TEMPORARILY,” Kyle emphasized that word, “would that be possible?”

MARCI was silent for a second. “Perhaps, mistress. However, scans must be made.”

Arms came out, hoisting Kyle into the air, holding him under his armpits. More arms extended and undressed him. Still suspended, another nozzle came out and sprayed solvent onto his crotch, allowing his trapped member to flop down. He sighed with relief at that.

An arm with a laser scanner came out. With Kyle still suspended, a red line moved up and down his crotch. He was turned to a different angle, and the scan repeated. Again he was turned, and the scanning continued. After several minutes of being turned and scanned, the now naked Kyle was gently set down on the floor.

“Measurements taken, mistress,” MARCi said. “I shall see what I can fabricate.”

“I need it for tomorrow,” Kyle said, quietly.

“Understood, mistress. Would you like to be prepared for bed?”

Kyle suddenly realized he really was exhausted. And sleep sounded pretty good.

Not relishing what he knew was going to happen, he cringed as he said, “Yes.”

Arms came out and carried him into the bedroom. His hair was brushed out and put into a high pony tail. His makeup was removed. A pink nightie was put on, and matching panties were pulled up his legs. He was dropped gently back into the bedroom, where he walked over to the vanity and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a girl, without makeup, getting ready for bed.

He flopped back onto the bed, sighing deeply. He wasn’t looking forward to the gym tomorrow. Sam really needed to get him out of this mess.

MARCI interrupted his thoughts. “Goodnight, mistress.” And the lights went out, leaving Kyle to drift off to a fitful night’s sleep.