Survey Says

You and Sam decide to take the surveys on your phones right there at the dining table. As you scroll through, neither of you discuss the inputs or the questions, but you mark selections about preferences like on a scale of 1-10 how do you rate watching football all day on Sunday. You marked a 3; Sam marked a 7. On questions about beer you marked a 2 Sam marked a 5, but on fruity **** you marked a 10 as Sam marked a 5.

Then the survey got weird. You had to rank 10 sets of boobs from best to worst in attractiveness, and then you were given 10 butts. Then you had to rank 10 penises. On boobs you went the middle size the best tiny boobs the worst and big ones in between. Butts you rated all of them it was difficult but you did it. On the penises, the bigger the better the smaller the lower.

The survey shows that you rated 3 of your top 5 butts were males 2 of which were sissies.

You and Sam make your way back to your shared bedroom after dinner, closing the door behind you for some privacy. As soon as you're alone, you turn to Sam and ask, 'So, how was your survey? I'm curious to know what kind of questions you got.'

Sam flops down on her bed and lets out a sigh. 'It was pretty weird, not gonna lie. There were a bunch of questions about my preferences for alcoholic drinks and sports, but then it got into some really personal stuff.'

You nod, sitting down on the edge of your own bed. 'Yeah, mine too. It had me rate boobs, butts, and penises. I didn't expect that at all.'

Sam laughs and shakes her head. 'Same here. And the options were so specific, like they wanted to know exactly what we find attractive. I wonder what the AI is going to do with that information.'

You shrug, feeling a bit uneasy. 'I don't know, but I hope it helps the AI understand us better. Maybe it'll stop making so many assumptions about us.'

Sam sits up and leans towards you, a mischievous glint in her eye. 'Speaking of assumptions, what did you think of Cheri's comment at dinner? About you looking cute all dolled up?'

You feel your face flush and you look away, trying to hide your embarrassment. 'I don't know. It was just a joke, right? She didn't mean anything by it.'

Sam smirks and leans back on her elbows. 'I'm not so sure. She seemed pretty into it. Maybe she's got a thing for guys in girly clothes.'

You shake your head and laugh nervously. 'Come on, let's not talk about that. I want to forget the whole thing ever happened.'

Sam shrugs and lets the topic drop, but you can't help but wonder if there's some truth to her words. The idea of Cheri being attracted to you in that way is both thrilling and terrifying