Waking up.

I awoke on an immaculately made bed, staring at an unremarkable ceiling of blank white tiles, totally naked and with the absolute certainty I had zero idea who I was. Like, I knew I existed— I think therefore I am and all that— but aside from that basic awareness, the feeling of having memories of memories, and the language I was doing my thinking in, I was a total blank slate.

The thought was oddly exciting, almost liberating. I could do and be anything, be anyone with no history or baggage to hold me back. There was hardly any fear or nerves at all, mostly curiosity and giddy tingles. What little anxiety I did have was banished by sitting up and looking in the mirror. It was hanging at the perfect position to be the very first thing for me to see.

I was hot. Sexy, cute, pretty, gorgeous, ravishing and a dozen other synonyms.

Also very obviously not human.

My hair was a golden blonde bob with jade green side bangs that ended sharply at my chin and rose above my neck in the back. It was a striking but not totally unnatural color aside from the bangs, silky smooth and shining in the light whenever I tilted my head.

The face my hair framed was also mostly normal. (Well, it felt normal, not like I was any kind of expert, what with the amnesia.) I was somewhere between cute and sexy. Heart shaped face with a small chin and a delicate nose, luminous and expressive eyes, plump lips that easily quirked into a mischievous smile as I drank in the view.

Except, my eyes had triangular irises that glowed an emerald green, pinpricks of sunny yellow serving as pupils. My lips were also green, though that could easily be lipstick and not my innate coloring. It was my skin that was really weird.

Aside from my face which was smooth and unbroken, my skin was demarcated into dozens of irregularly shaped matte gold panels lined with glowing emerald green. It didn't hinder my movement and I was soft to the touch, even squishy in some places. The glowing depressions between panels were smooth and shallow enough that nothing could get caught in them. In fact, when I ran a few intricately segmented fingers across the curve of my hip, I hardly felt any indentation at all— as if the whole thing was purely for aesthetics instead of practical need. I approved if so, the effect was striking.

I was so frickin' pretty~!

I don't even know how long I spent just staring at myself, but it was a long time. I kept smiling at something new like the sparkly green of my nails. When I noticed my cute little smile, that smile would widen into an adorably smug grin, then the loop would start all over again! I refuse to be embarrassed about this.

Honestly, once the sheer glee started to wear off, it was strange how well my body fit me. Every new detail I discovered seemed to be exactly what I would have wanted if I could choose my appearance. That may have been exactly what had happened. Did I choose to wake up like this? But why didn't I remember anything?

There were huge gaps in my basic understanding of the world. I didn't even know what all I was missing. I knew so much about one thing, but another was a total blank. That should be scary shouldn't it?

I was obviously a girl, a robot girl, but I couldn't quite put into words why that was. It just felt right. I knew it had something to do with my body shape. Was it the slight swells on my chest tipped with little green nubs? The narrow waist that flared into broad hips and well-shaped thighs? Maybe that weird cleft I discovered between my legs? Everything together?

“Oh! OoOooh…”

Closer examination revealed that those nubs were fun to play with. Even a tweak of a finger caused them to stiffen and send tingles racing through my body. When I tugged and gently twisted one—

“Ahn~”

—slivers of not-quite-painful pleasure prickled at my mind. As I started in on both nubs at the same time, the jolts of bliss intensified into waves of warmth that gathered in my lower belly. My pupils dilated and cheeks darkened in a pretty blush as the heat grew more insistent. But if I tried to figure out what was happening down there, I wouldn't be able to use both hands up here!

I was torn by the dilemma, watching myself quiver and shudder in the mirror, until that thing between my legs twitched, a trickle of fluid shining on my inner thighs. It felt empty. Like I was hollow and incomplete in the absolute best way. It was amazing, drawing in all of my attention. Okay, I've gotta see what's causing this!

I sat down on the floor a foot from the mirror and spread my bent legs as wide as they could go, which was quite far, and stared at the vivid green folds that were bunched up between two swells of artificial flesh I could only call lips. The slick folds were soft, silky, and oh-so-sensitive as I stroked them carefully. My (also green) tongue stuck out to run along my face's lips in a sympathetic reaction and then stayed poking at the side as I concentrated.

The source of the wetness was a little hole nestled within the folds. I shuddered when first one, then two fingers slipped inside the slick little entrance. I could only stare in awe as the hole fluttered slightly around the intrusions, relaxing and squeezing as it was stretched open by a third finger. It felt indescribable already, echoes of bliss were radiating from the upper part of my hole, but there was an ache deeper within that I somehow knew my fingers couldn't satisfy.

Before I could work up the courage to see if I could stuff my whole fist in there, I noticed something about an inch above the hole. A third little nub was slowly growing more prominent from among the folds, larger and smoother than the ones on my chest. Eagerly, my non-penetrating fingers went to get right to the tugging and twisting that felt so amazing.

“!!!”

Annnd I was staring at the ceiling again.

I lay there for a long few moments, chest panting for breath I didn't technically need, but still enjoyed. My sticky fingers traced designs on my lower belly, just above that wonderful third nub and the hole beneath it. I still felt occasional little twitches and jolts from within sending waves of warmth through my whole being.

“That was awesome, hehe! Oh? Is this how I sound?” I had a soft voice, slightly high, and smooth except for a faint buzz that felt intentionally artificial. “Cooool. I like it. Good job, past me. Or whoever decided this.”

Curiosity about my body satisfied for now, I sat back up to explore the space I'd woken up in. The room was bland and spartan, with just a bed, nightstand and mirror the only decorations. I was probably the fanciest bit of furniture in the room.

There were no windows and only one door that was locked tight. I spent some time looking at every line and divot in the walls trying to find any hidden switch or panel, only to find nothing but a set of empty shelves recessed in the wall closet to the bed. However, when I turned my attention back to the door itself, it was wide open, showing the empty hallway as my first glimpse of the world beyond this room. Kinda underwhelming after all that build up.

“Hey you, you're finally awake.” A gruff voice said.