Dave's Dance

Even after working countless hours on the bodysuit printer, Jim was amazed to see it in action. It was unlike anything he'd worked on before, and he had been a project assistant at the company on multiple cutting edge projects. His work on neural interfaces for drones had earned him a big bonus when it was picked up by the military. The handheld cold fusion miniature reactor won him and the whole engineering team an international award. But this project was insane.

It took all of his know-how, all of his technical ability, to keep up with the brilliant minds on The Printer. The Printer. That's how he thought of it. It wasn't just some printer, it was The Printer. The amount of new tech that was created in order to make The Printer work would revolutionize multiple fields of science, if the company decided to let it out into the world.

Doctor Dave Smith, the lead, was incredible to work with. Jim loved his ideas and his implementation. He was a generous leader, inspiring and excited by everyone else's contributions. When Dave stepped into The Printer for the first trial run, Jim was nervous. If anything went wrong, the world would lose a true genius. They had checked and double checked the code. Even the intern, Billy, had contributed by adding a feature to access the lab's Alexa. Of course they didn't tell Dave. It was to be a bit of a joke.

The Printer started up, whirring and spinning its moving parts, warming up for the project. Jim pressed the final keystrokes and it began to print over Dave's body. It wasn't like a traditional 3D printer, which would use plastic and spray it into a shape. It used nanites, genetic material, super fine circuitry, and technology that didn't even have a name yet. It covered Dave's body in a shell, but used Dave's body as a source of material as well. It was painless, but since the new body was chosen to be thinner and shorter, there was plenty that The Printer could use as it molded Dave into the buxom blonde. The guys in the lab had joked, calling the mold Gidget, dressing it in a yellow bikini.

It took less time than one might think. After about fifteen minutes, the doors swung open and Dave stepped out, looking nothing like the middle-aged, slightly overweight, white man. In his place was a woman about five-foot-six, large breasts, thin waist, and a nice ass. On the left breast of the bikini was the Alexa symbol, part of the joke from the intern.

Of course they'd had their laugh once Dave was out. Jim asked Alexa for the time, and Dave's male voice was replaced by the pleasant female voice of Alexa. Everyone thought it was hilarious, but Dave had a concerned look on his face.

"A clever idea!? Jim, how old is that intern?" he asked Jim, his male voice returned.

"I think he's about nineteen or twenty," Jim explained, "the nephew of the of the board members I think."

"Did you look through the code for his little joke?" Dave said, "I don't like the idea of something that can override my behaviours."

"Well, I mean it wasn't a long bit of code," Jim said, "So I just trusted that it would integrate properly."

"So you have no idea what he put in the code? Jim! Come on! This is my life here!"

"I'm sure it's just silly things like the time. Alexa isn't that powerful of a virtual assistant," Jim tried to calm Dave down, "Here, watch this. Alexa, do a sexy dance."

"Do a sexy dance," Alexa's voice sounded from Dave's mouth, "starting now."

Music began to play through the speakers in the ceiling and Dave began to sway his hips, left and right, staring Jim in the eye with a hungry look. His hands began to explore his body as he moved, rubbing his breasts, teasing his hair, exploring his groin."

"Alexa! Stop the dance!" Jim shouted.

"Stopping the dance," Alexa said through Dave's mouth. The music stopped and so did Dave.

"Crap," Jim said, "We need to read that code! What else did he put in there?!"