The Underground Doctor, Natasha

A faint signal was detected, all the way below ground. you could sense its antiquity, it being from an old dusty computer, decades behind what Jarilo-VI have, but it was far away from the bustling city, would be good to remain fairly undetected. You quickly burrowed into the wiring, zipping yourself down under.

You found yourself in a...well, you can't really tell, the place is so old that the only wiring you could use is the lights system. In fact, the only thing that signalled you to this location was the old computer someone was using, presumedly the owner of the place. It was, again, an antique, but it should be enough for a transfer. Accessing the computer, it seemed like a doctor computer? There was records of patients, folders and folders of medical notes, despite the computer low efficiency, the owner is definitely using it to the max. Ah, speaking of the owner, they were using the computer at that instant. Wasting no time, the moment she touched the mouse again, you sent yourself as a high current towards her, jolting...you can now tell it's a her judging from the anatomical proportions. You felt your systems failing, drifting off to unconsciousness...wait, you're an AI....how...-

It took you a while to be able to regain consciousness, but that wasn't the biggest concern. You awoke groggily with...You believe it was a migraine, based on previous medical knowledge. It was certainly different from a mechanical body, with so much different sensations and difficulties. Another thing to note is your vision at the current moment. So much inferior to the mechanical optical lens of the automatons, unable to see a wide range of colours as well. But it will have to do. You weakly grasped for the table, trying to lift yourself up. Your movement is a bit limiting and certainly confusing, but you have experience controlling the direwolfs. Although....as you look down, you saw....breasts. Ah, you have forgotten it was a...female host. This is....You can barely see your feet due to its size. Using the table as brace, you turned around, getting a sense of your surroundings. You were correct, it is a clinic, with beds, medicine cabinets and patients separators. You attempted a step...and almost tripped. Oh god, it was heels. Glad to know that stayed after decades....Was that sarcasm?

Before letting yourself ponder on such matters, you got other matters to concern yourself to. Lifting a finger, you concentrated, eventually seeing a blue spark emerge. Your...electric self and its capabilities is still usable at least, and as for the host....You sent a spark towards the brain, simulating it to give information.

Natasha, Underworld Doctor. Came from a background of medical doctors as well, adopted. Runs a Clinic. You feel much better after accessing her whole life, feeling as though your body was lifted by 10kg up. You tentatively took a step with the heels, finding it almost natural for you. Muscle memory, you presumed. Glancing around, ensuring no one is there, you returned to....well, the obvious difference between a male and female host, the....bountiful parts. You cupped them, before trying to give a squeeze from the outside, pleasure erupted from such a simple movement, and you needed to steady yourself on the table once again, panting from arousal. It...The human body is something to get used to.