Whatever Bill wants.

Bill awoke and sat up groggily. His thighs were sore and he felt sticky and sweaty. In a flash, the events of the morning came back to him and he briefly wondered if it had all been some strange fever dream.

As if on cue, Amber walked out of the living room and greeted him with a friendly smile. She was fully nude and his eyes hungrily roamed over her impeccable physique. Her full, pert breasts swayed gently as she approached him. He turned to face her and put his hands on her hips, feeling their warmth under her soft, flawless skin.

"Looks like someone may be ready for another round," she said with a grin.

Bill sighed. "Maybe if I was still in my twenties. After a blowjob like that I might need a wheelchair." He felt his stomach rumble. "I worked up an appetite, though. Wanna get lunch?"

She reached down and lovingly stroked his face. "If you want me to want lunch, I want lunch. How's that sound?"

He shrugged. "I don't think I can handle much of that stuff right now. Can you just drop it and be Amber until I get some food in me?"

She laughed and kissed his forehead playfully. "Of course! Do you like omelettes?"

When he nodded, she gave him a comforting smile. "That's good news, because there's one waiting for you in the dining room. I assume you like mushrooms since I found a bag of them in your fridge."

Bill raised an eyebrow. "You made me an omelette? Why?"

"You're hungry. Isn't that reason enough? Come on, let's get that food into you." She turned and walked out and he followed.

In the dining room, he found the table neatly set for two. Amber had plated two fresh omelettes and laid out silverware. Each place had an empty mug and there was a french press full of coffee in the center of the table. Bill sat down and gratefully poured himself a cup of coffee before passing the press over.

Amber sat across from him, still completely nude, and poured herself a cup of coffee. Bill sipped his gratefully.

"This is incredible, Amber! What coffee did you use?"

"Same stuff you already have. I just used a couple of tricks to enhance the flavor. Instead of your blade mill, I ground the beans myself. I couldn't find a mortar and pestle so I used a bowl and your cocktail muddler. I threw a pinch of salt on to absorb the acidity and added just a dash of cardamom to bring out the flavor." She smiled gratefully. "I'm glad you like it. How's the omelette?"

He had taken his first bite while she spoke and replied enthusiastically. "Amazing! I assume you used your culinary tricks with it too?"

"Of course," she said. "I'll keep those to myself. Girl's gotta have her secrets," she said with a wink.

He chewed thoughtfully, watching her eat. She was still fully undressed but gave no sign of it with her behavior. It was almost unnerving to watch her casually eating in the buff as though nothing was amiss. He almost asked if she was cold before remembering that she couldn't be. He still had questions, though.

"Thank you for making this, Amber, but can I ask-"

"You asked me to be normal," she interrupted him. "Normal is eating. Would you rather I sit here and watch you eat? It's common human behavior to share a meal, so I'm sharing a meal with you."

"It's not normal to do it naked," he said through a mouthful of eggs.

She grinned. "Is that a complaint? I can put clothes on if you'd prefer." She took a long sip of coffee, watching his face with bemusement.

"No, no, not at all! I like it and I like having lunch with you. I still feel like I'm dreaming, though. How is this even possible?"

She put her fork down and leaned forward. Her bare breasts dangled enticingly over her plate as she replied coyly. "You're asking the wrong question, Bill. It doesn't matter how this is possible. It matters what you do with it."

He took the last bit of his omelette and leaned back contentedly. After an amazing blowjob and incredible meal, he was feeling much calmer. "Amber, I don't know what I can do. More to the point, I don't know what you can do. This is all new to me. Do you have any suggestions?"

She stood up and took their plates. He couldn't take his eyes off of her amazing ass as she took their dishes to the kitchen, swaying her hips seductively. When she returned, she sat back down and looked at him.

"I've given you some inklings of the things you can do with me, but I understand if you need more. The thing to remember is that I'm a perfect mimic. I can do or be anything or anyone. You can shape me as you see fit on the fly, too. Earlier you told me to 'act normal' so I stopped acknowledging that I'm a p-zombie. You can tell me to be anyone. I could be your wife for you if you want."

He shuddered at that. "No thank you, I don't- that wouldn't be right. I mean, I don't think I'd like that. And I don't know who else I'd want you to be. I like you, Amber."

She patted his hand reassuringly. "I didn't think so. I just wanted you to know that's a possibility. Here's another thought, though. I could be you."

He nearly choked on his coffee. "Me? Why would I want to- ugh, what?"

"It's ok, Bill. I wouldn't have to look like you but I could simulate your personality perfectly. Wouldn't it be interesting to talk to yourself?"

He frowned. "But you wouldn't actually be me. You'd be pretending, play-acting."

She shook her head. "I would be simulating you. Remember, I simulate humans perfectly. I can reproduce your brain, cognition, emotions, and personality without losing any fidelity. I won't be you, but I will be literally indistinguishable from you. Answer questions the way you would, react the way you would, think the way you would, talk the way you would. There would be no way to tell us apart empirically. Except, of course, I'd still have this amazing body." She winked. "Unless you want the full package."