Grey Android Lipsticks

Your girlfriend tourns back to you, her grey lips. "Well, what do you think, hun?"

"It looks great, I love it," you answer. "But it does look a bit unnatural."

"Yeah, you're right. But come to think of it, it feels unnatural too." She smacked her lips. "It's like my mouth is covered in latex or something."

You took a closer look at her face. Her lips were glossy and had plumped up considerably. You traced a finger over her mouth. It was smooth. It's still soft, but more like silicone.

"That's so freaky. Your fingers feel weird... tickley..." She smiled, kissing you.

You kiss her back. She starts playing with your tongue, and pretty soon, the two of you are entangled in a make-out session on the couch.

After a while, you break away, gasping for air. "How do you manage to keep that up?" You say, still recovering your breath. She just looks at you, smiling sheepishly. Odd, her skin looks even more pasty, with a slight grey undertone.

"I dunno. I was just enjoying it so much that I lost track." She giggled, making her eyes sparkle. The sparkle lingered, turning a deep bright blue. It intensified, shining from her irises like the brightest of stars. You close your eyes, but still, it's like you can hear a shrill piercing sound drilling straight through your skull.

Then it's gone. As suddenly as it appeared, the room was relatively dark again. You blink your eyes, sitting straight upright next to you is your transformed girlfriend, staring ahead fixedly. You move a hand to her shoulder but halt as her body shudders. Glowing blue lines flow across her skin like circuitry. She stands up and stretches her arms like a puppet. Skin-tight metal plating materializes on the outside of her arms and legs. Ripping her clothes apart in the process.

Circuitry and wiring snake themselves from beneath the plates, digging into her skin. Attaching themselves to her and each other. Replacing her body part by part, changing her into a complete machine.

She drops her arms, and the changes seem to be finished. You gawk up and down her hourglass figure, resting your eyes on her hips. For a machine, she was positively sexy, her skin smooth like silicon.

Her body shuddered again, and she springs back to life. Facing you, she says: