Sam is starved

You and Sam untangle yourselves from the bedsheets, your bodies still flushed and sticky from your intimate encounter. As you stand, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, taking in the sight of your feminized form. The purple swimsuit clings to your curves, highlighting the smooth, hairless expanse of your legs as the AI changes your clothes from swimwear to a turquoise spaghetti strap tank top bikini cut panties and booty shorts.

Sam notices your gaze and smiles, her eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. 'You look good like this, Jordyn,' she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. 'I think we should keep you in skirts and dresses more often.'

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks at her words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you. 'I don't know, Sam,' you say softly, your fingers toying with the hem of your swimsuit. 'It feels... strange. Like I'm not myself.'

Sam steps closer, her hands coming up to rest on your hips. 'You are yourself, Jordyn,' she says firmly, her eyes locked on yours. 'Just a different side of you. And I like it.'

With that, she leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, her tongue darting out to tease the seam of your mouth. You sigh into the touch, your body relaxing against hers. When she pulls back, her expression is soft, tender.

AI starts dressing her this time in short athletic shorts, and a graphic print tank top of two women wrestling.

'Come on,' she says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door. 'Let's get some breakfast. I'm starving.'

You follow her out of the room, your heart still racing from the events of the morning. As you walk, you can't help but notice the way your hips sway, the motion feeling both foreign and familiar all at once. You wonder what other changes the AI has in store for you, and whether you'll be able to handle them.

But for now, you push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the warmth of Sam's hand in yours, and the promise of a hot meal waiting for you in the kitchen.