A new citizen

You eat your breakfast together and you enjoy seeing her having a great time eating stuffing the food in her mouth, almost **** for not masticating enough.

"You really liked I see."

"It's my first breakfast of my life, it was great !"

You smile and look at her, still having a hard time to believe that you made her into existence few hours ago.

You wink and create official papers for her, Tory Smith, 21 years old. It's a little bit weird, but having the same family name, while rare, is not necessarily impossible between non related people.

She takes the card that appeared on the table and look at it with attention, smiling innocently.

"This is really nice ! Thank you !"

"You won't say that when you'll learn about imposition and bills."

"Uh ?"

"Nothing. What kind of clothes do you want ?"

"Whatever you want, John."

Sometimes she can be adamant on what she wants, but sometimes she just let you take all the decision. It's human alright. So you decide to fill a wardrobe with a little bit of everything, long dresses, short dresses, skirts and pants, shorts and tops.

"You can look into the new wardrobe in the bedroom." You tell her.

Tory drops her ID's and rush to the bedroom like a kid on Christmas. While you clean the table and look up on what to do with her today. She comes back almost half an hour later with a white tank top, a mini-skirt and running shoes.

"So, do you want to do something specifically, today ?" You ask.

"I want to do you." She says coming close to you. "Beside that we could..."