Use him.

A fun, kinda hot little idea popped into your head as you recalled all the programming you'd already prepared in Automoton Dave.

"Come here," you said.

Fake Dave did just that, without question. He abandoned the dishes, drying his hands on a towel before stepping closer to you. He barely looked at you despite the fact you were sporting his girlfriend's body, his expression pleasant, but a bit impatient. "I'm here," he said, lifting an eyebrow._

Only passingly acknowledge if I am here or not. You will not ask me for sex._

But it was still your body. You could do whatever you wanted with it.

"Strip," you ordered. Your tone of voice brooked no room for disagreement.

'Dave' seemed briefly surprised by the command, but then he took off the old shirt and slipped off his shorts and boxers.

He was as naked as you were.

"Stand still. Don't move. Don't talk," you ordered. Then you reached out and ran a hand down your old body, chest to groin.

Dave stifled a groan. Sure you'd commanded him not to acknowledge you, but trying to ignore your sexy girlfriend touching you and actually being able to ignore her were two separate things. Some things no human could do.

But damn. Feeling your old body up, your arms, shoulders, thighs, and flaccid dick (not so flaccid after you touched it), you saw you weren't in bad shape at all. It almost made you regret jumping ship. But then you felt that shifting, fun feeling in your belly, the kind you only felt in _this _body.

Your fingertips were on fire whenever you touched your male body's skin. You needed to be closer. To feel this way all over.

You hugged Dave around the middle and pressed as much of your slender little body against his as you could. Legs touching, stomachs against each other, a hard shaft pressed between you. You'd had your hands around it so many times, but it felt different, hot and intense, when it wasn't connected to your own groin.

You squeezed your old body tight, relishing how your softs breasts squished against his hard muscles. You kissed his chest. Licked at his throat. Bit his shoulder. Tasted the salt of his skin.

You shuddered, as did Dave, as he struggled to ignore you.

Electricity danced between you and your male body. You felt like you were on fire, too. Your breasts, your stomach, your hands. Your every thought kept turning to where you could touch him next. How you'd touch him next.

Dave was your body. You could do whatever you wanted with him. With it. And now you had Carrie's body, too. You were your own girlfriend. Your own boyfriend. You could do anything you felt like.