Both go downstairs to eat, and you buy her clothes

"Sorry if I soaked your bed with tears."

"Don't worry, I think you didn't."

Your mother, as usual, made lunch before she left. It was hot enough to serve straight to the plate.

You two sat down to eat, and you tried to make small talk.

"If I remember correctly, I can turn off your hunger and thirst sensations, would you like that? I mean, it's not like you need to eat anyway."

"Please don't. I enjoy food. I like... I like the taste of it. But if I don't need it anymore, what happens to the food inside my body?"

"Squeeze a breast and you'll know," you giggled, "see, food becomes your breast milk and cum. When you are <<empty>>, your body interprets that as hunger."

"Wow, that's horrible, that's definitely repulsive."

"Are you kinkshaming me?"

"Totally."

After some silence, you wanted to continue the conversation:

"If you don't mind me asking, how did Alexandra Meany become a Love Doll, if she didn't agree to it?"

"Well, after I found out about this nightmarish situation, I went to the principal to complain, and the jackass told me that..."

"She. She went."

“…”

“…”

"...She went to complain, and the jackass told her to 'toughen up', and that if she wanted to be a real teacher, she'd do whatever Mr. LaVerne said."

"Wow... I was hoping they'd give her comfort, or money at least. Do you think she'll ever become a <<real>> teacher?"

She was quiet for a few seconds, "I fear for that poor girl. Oh..."

That last seemed to be a moan. She looked down at her breasts, and you noticed some wet spots suddenly appearing on the blanket.

"Uhhhhh, can you do something about this? It's rather uncomfortable that they leak frequently, and..." she blushed, "t-they feel heavy. A-also... It feels he-heavy..." her face now all red, her voice a whisper, "...down there."

You couldn't help but blush a little too. Oh no... Why was she doing this? You were making good progress with her, and out of nowhere she drops those comments, tempting that kinky side of you that was getting more and more **** and cared progressively less about her feelings. The toy's feelings. What a fucking tease.

"Oh sure... It's part of your settings. I'll go for the manual."

When you returned, she had finished eating. You sat down and checked the voice commands section.

"Were you able to sleep last night?" You asked.

"I think so… but barely."

"Ok..."

>"Enable default sleep behaviors."

>"Isolate erection phenomena solely to cause: sexual stimuli."

>"Isolate lactation phenomena solely to cause: sexual stimuli."

>"Enable default tiredness behaviors."

"Hey..."

>"Disable hunger and thirst sensations."

>"Enable sweating and secretion of odors in default mode."

>"Increase thickness of semen by 25%"

"What are you saying?"

>"Increase thickness of saliva by 20%"

>"Increase level of physical interaction in relation to owner by 0.5"

"I'm talking to you..."

The latter would allow her to be able to push you or move away slightly.

Just in case.

"Well, I think you already had some of them on by default." You sighed. "I hope I didn't forget anything important."

"I didn't understand much of what you were saying."

"Oh, right."

>"Enable full voice command recognition."

"You should now hear all the commands I give you without any problems."

"And what did you do to me, exactly?"

"What you asked for."

You looked at each other. Suspicions.

"Thank you. Even though you're a bit of a jerk sometimes, I thank you for giving me at least that much."

"At your service."

You finished eating.

A while later, you were both sitting on the couch, admiring the view from the large living room window. You broke the silence:

"Before it gets late, I have to ask you: how do you take a woman's measurements?"

"For clothes, right? Well, there are four main measurements; the first one is taken by going horizontally around the largest part of the bust..." And proceeded to give you a full explanation of the subject [that I'm not going to write here because seriously it's much more complicated than it seems how can people even live with tits wtf]. "...Did you catch all that?"

"No, not at all."

"Just hand me pencil, paper, and a damn measuring tape."

So you did.

"Give me a minute."

She went to the bathroom to lock herself in. When she came out, she handed the three items back to you. The paper had some funny letters and numbers written on it.

"Just tell them you're looking for something that will fit on this. It won't be easy since, well, you didn't exactly make my body thin."

"Thank you, my dear."

"Please don't buy me something embarrassing. Don't make me regret helping you."

"No promises."

You went upstairs to get dressed.

You browsed a few stores, looking for clothes that looked good and suited your budget.

There weren't many options to choose from with such special measurements, but it wasn't a difficult decision either. There was a black sweater, presumably of soft fabric, that remotely resembled the android's original outfit. It did not suggest lewdness, it was, on the contrary, a casual item that anyone would wear on a cold day at home. A bit pricey, but worth it.

It could have made a good match with a mini skirt, which would have made her look and feel like a real slut. But you preferred to buy a longer one, the kind that reaches down to the knees.

Makeup? No, she was already beautiful as she was. Black headband? Yes, necessary, indispensable. Black tights? To tighten the synthetic fleshiness of her thighs? YES. Black boots, so she wouldn't go barefoot, of course. And white panties to finish it off.

That's how you spent most of your life savings.

When you got home, you gave her the bags containing her outfit.

"Take this gift as a token of good intentions, and wear it as a ritual of initiation into your new life, or existence, I should say."

Bright in her eyes, it was the closest she had come to showing anything remotely resembling joy or gladness, but quickly grew wary. You surprised yourself by genuinely expecting her to like it.

"Thank you."

"If this doesn't fit you, you'll have to go naked for the interview tomorrow."

She nodded and went to the bathroom to dress. From the other side of the door, you heard constant bag noises.

"You know," she said, "I'm still not used to my face being... this one."

"You don't have to worry. You look lovely."

"Ok... I'm surprised you didn't choose more... revealing items. I thank you very much for that."

"I'm not so bad at heart, my dear."

"I mean, at least this leaves a little bit to the imagination. And I like the style, as far as I can tell. I imagine in the future you'll let me choose my own clothes, right?"

"I don't think I have enough money for that, honestly."

Bags.

"What's the headband for?"

"A <<thank you>> will suffice."

"Ok, just asking, asshole."

"Do you like it?"

"Well..."

“…”

“…”

"Yeah. It doesn't look bad."

More bags.

"How did you choose the size of the panties?"

"By eye."

"They're a bit tight."

Why do you say that to me, my dear? Why do you have to **** my thoughts like that? Can't you see that my cock hasn't been sexually stimulated for three whole days now and is looking to penetrate some holes that you coincidentally have? I won't buy you underwear again if it doesn't fit. I will wear them for a whole week during which I will not bathe, and I will **** you to wear them as masks until you go crazy. I will make you cum every time you smell my dried jizz. And the next time your dick gets hard and you're not wearing panties, I'll suck you off, whether we're in my room or in public, I don't care, you thought.

"You should have bought men's underwear," she said.

"Those aren't that sexy."

No more bags. Now, clothing sounds.

"I imagine you did the same with the boot size."

"Those are only one size bigger than mine. Guess I should have asked you for more measurements."

"Didn't they come in my manual?"

"No. Love Dolls Corporation wants you to buy their models with outfits included and make some extra money that way. They have deals with big clothing brands for a reason."

"It's scary they have so much power."

"It’s evolution, baby."

Boot walking noises.

"Well, I don't know how you did it, but most of them suit me. The boots are a little big, the panties a bit tight, but other than that, everything is comfortable. IT FITS!"

That meant you didn't have to buy anything again. You sighed. Rainbows, morning dew, fresh 3 AM air. Relief.

"Congratulations."

She came out of the bathroom holding the bags, and stood in front of you with her hands behind her back, smiling and with a slight blush.

"How do I look?"