She can't

Callum said it roughly. Margot pushed herself up on shaky feet. When she turned around the makeup was completely smudged. Tear lines ran down both cheeks. The bright red lipstick was smeared. The eerie smile was still there, but it didn’t reach her eyes at all.

“Baby! Please… don’t stop. I’m your good little toy.”

She said it with that same forced smile. Callum thought for a second and realised she had probably wanted to ask him to stop and remind him that she wasn’t a toy. The words that came out were the opposite.

“Hahaha. Still trying your best to order me around, eh? Some people never learn.”

He grabbed the remote again. He pressed the same button and pointed it straight at her.

“Lucky for me you can now be whatever I want you to be, and you’re going to be my OBEDIENT SEXBOT.”

The light shot out from the remote and enveloped her whole body. When it subsided her whole body jerked in place. Her clothes and hair interestingly went back to normal first, the short red polka-dot dress vanishing, the updo collapsing, the white heels and torn pantyhose disappearing. In their place the old white blouse and black pencil skirt settled over her again, neat and professional, like the whole Stepford episode had never happened. Then her skin took on a metallic look in front of his eyes. It started at her hands and crawled upward in a smooth, metallic wave. There were a couple of stronger jerks as her body went from flexible to rigid and unmoving. Her joints became much more noticeable and robot-like, sharp angles at the elbows, the knees, the wrists. Her face froze in an expressionless mask. Her irises glowed a soft, cold blue. She turned mechanically to look at him, the movement precise and inhuman.

“MARGOBOT IS AWAITING INSTRUCTIONS. PLEASE STATE DIRECTIVE!”

His robo mother said it in a flat, synthetic voice as she moved her arms robotically to accentuate the point. The metal fingers opened and closed with a soft mechanical click.

She still looked human but only if you didn’t look close enough. If you did, you’d notice how wrong everything was.

Callum let out an evil cackle. This remote sure was incredible. It had literally turned his mother into a living, breathing sexbot. He slipped the remote into his pocket and stepped forward to touch her skin. He knocked on her tits with his knuckles. The sound was solid and hollow at the same time. His suspicion was confirmed. Her skin didn’t just look like metal. It was metal. Cool under his fingers, perfectly smooth, shaped exactly like the heavy tits he had always noticed under her blouses.

He smiled to himself as he considered the possibilities. He knew his mother was still in there, aware of everything he was going to do to her.

“Margobot, repeat and keep repeating, ‘I am Margobot, a stupid dumb robot.’”

Callum said it with a smirk. The metallic face in front of him didn’t change. The glowing blue eyes stayed fixed on him.

“Affirmative. Directive received.”

His mother’s voice came out flat and synthetic. Then she began chanting without pause.

“I am Margobot, a stupid dumb robot… I am Margobot, a stupid dumb robot… I am Margobot, a stupid dumb robot…”

The words looped in that same empty tone. Callum looked at her expressionless face and knew she had to be seething in there. The real Margot was trapped behind the metal and the programming, forced to say it over and over while he stood there and watched. He was literally treating her like a toy and there was nothing she could do about it. The thought satisfied him.