What could a small bit of code do?

Jim waved away the baritone blonde's complaints. "It was less than ten lines of code, Dave. From an intern, no less." Jim concerned himself with the diagnostics report of the suit's first human trial. "But imagine the possibilities for a wearable assistant. Alexa, what's the weather?" He tested the bodysuit. Like before, David answered with a robotic, feminine voice. Jim noted the posture shift as the female persona took control.

"Right now, it is 78F. Today, expect cloudy skies with a high of 80F and a low of 72F." As the forecast ended, the gorgeous woman shuddered as David regained control. "I'm sure it could be useful," he admitted in his normal voice, "but the experience from this end is very disorienting."

"Wonderful!" Jim was in full science mode. "From our scans, there's no noticeable change in your body metrics. The personal assistant doesn't seem to cause any physical harm, but we obviously need to run more trials." He was talking more to the gaggle of assistants scribbling notes and observing. "Describe it to us, Ale- ah, I mean, David." Jim smiled sheepishly as he had let his analytic mind ramble on autopilot.

David squirmed a little as a dozen eyes turned to observe him. He felt naked and off balance from the new curves the bodysuit gave him, and he could see the inevitable arousal a pretty woman creates in a room full of inexperienced nerds. "When the trigger word is said," David began, worried what would happen if he said it himself, "It's like a rope yanking me to the back corner of my head, and despite still experiencing my body's sensations, feeling my mouth move and my vocal cords vibrate, I have no control over what she wants to say." He hugged his slender shoulders. "And just as quickly as I'm isolated, I'm thrust right back into the driver's seat once she's completed her task." After a few moments of horny silence, Jim finally spoke up.

"Excellent data you're gathering, David!" Jim smiled broadly at the successful test run of the body suit. "You say no physical sensations are lost when you're...out of control, let's say." David nodded emphatically, feeling silky blonde curls bounce around his head. David blushed as he saw the eager assistants undressing him with their eyes, and he concealed his heavy cleavage and inner thighs. Jim was the only one able to put science before his penis, and quickly ushered the leering group off to another lab, giving him and his feminized friend privacy. "Are you comfortable with continuing to test the bodysuit? We can call it a day here if it's overwhelming for the user."

David felt better with only his old friend professionally ogling him. He took a deep breath to calm his adrenaline. "I think I'll be fine, but we stop as soon as I say so, understand? And let's keep the You-Know-What use to a minimum. We're most likely going to remove the intern's code if it interferes with the user." David's dainty, pointing finger was a lot less intimidating with the glossy, manicured nail pointing off the tip. Jim agreed and made sure they could privately experiment without anyone interrupting and embarrassing David. He locked the lab, ensuring only a voice command of high enough clearance could override the lock. "Ok, how do you want to test the suit?" David asked, happy he could trust his coworker. Jim needed to be cautious on his approach, lest he freak his sexualized friend out.

"We should see what kind of physical capabilities you now possess. The body we chose is one of an opera singer, so potentially, you could sing with just as much skill as she possessed naturally." Jim chuckled as he surreptitiously brought up the code to inspect the intern's additions. "You might not have the trained range or breath control, but you should be able to sing "Happy Birthday" for me a lot better than you did last month." Both men laughed as they recalled the office party and how obviously flat David's voice had been; nothing about him was flat now.

"Ok sure. Happy birthday to you..." David quickly rattled through the song, and his baritone voice did come out clearer and on pitch, though Jim was afraid David was half-assing it.

"Come on, Dave. Give it a little effort, we need certainty that there's some difference. Sing it like you meant it." Jim was reading the Alexa code the intern added, his eyes narrowing in concern. David just rolled his beautiful, blues as he sang once more with feeling. His voice was strong with a slight vibrato as he held out the notes for the appropriate lengths. He impressed himself with how great he now sounded. This tech had potential in basically any field: As the body degrades with age, being able to move and look like your youthful self was lightning in a bottle for their lab. While he pondered practical applications of the suits, Jim was discovering the intern's perverted intentions. What was assumed to be simple code was actually a call to an entirely different program called "AI.exa." 'Exa' was a file extension specific to the lab's AI programs, and at a glance, it looked like it spelled Alexa, letting it slip past casual proofreading.

"Is that enough singing?" David asked, trying to get the attention of his coworker. The more David was left to himself, the more he remembered he looked like a gorgeous, young woman in a skimpy bikini, and the more he wanted to get back to his middle-aged, male body. His current form was sensitive in odd places, and his outfit pressed against him unfamiliarly. Jim snapped back to focus, blushing at the pretty girl shying speaking to him, even if the voice belonged to a lifelong colleague.

"I think so." Jim reassured his confused friend. "I was just looking over the intern's code. I hoped he at least left some comments that clarified how its integration would be beneficial, or at least less obtrusive to the user." David nodded, focusing his intellect on the same issue. Jim continued to pour over the extensive documentation the coder had provided. The kid had basically turned the bodysuits into a sync-able device, complete with its own unique commands along with the basic Alexa functionality. The first thing he found was the 'help' command which allowed the Alexa device to explain her functions to the user verbally. "There's a troubleshooting command." Jim explained. "Alexa, help."

Like before, David's consciousness felt ripped from the front of his being and contained within his own brain while his functions were controlled by Alexa. This time, he noted how his body adjusted as the new persona spoke for him, and his plump lips opened when the virtual voice began. "What would you like to know?" Alexa asked, posing patiently with a gentle, customer service smile as she awaited a response. To David's dismay, he was not returned control when Alexa finished talking. He only minced in place like a booth babe while Jim pondered what question to ask.

"Let's see..." He focused on the issue according to David. "Can we make your virtual assistance less intrusive to the user experience?" He watched David's long lashes flutter briefly as Alexa parsed Jim's input.

"The Awareness toggle allows me to seamlessly assume control of the device without interrupting the higher functions of the user." Alexa carefully explained from her programmed script. David internally screamed for Jim to end Help Mode and give him agency back, but he could see the intrigue in Jim's eyes. "What would you like to know?" Alexa asked again, parroting the same tone as when she first asked it.

Jim continued his questioning, now curious how this autonomous use would be used as a practical product. Accurate, consistent actions were indispensable in basically any job, but discovering these uses would be difficult without David's consent. He had to use this feature. "Alexa, Awareness off." David was furious with his former friend, but his body was still controlled by Alexa, who merely confirmed the setting change. Jim waited for a response from David but as Alexa asked what he wanted for a third time, he realized Help mode also needed to be toggled. "Alexa, end Help mode."

"Happy to assist." Alexa kindly responded with a wave playful wave and a smile. After an instant, David's female face was furrowed in anger. "What the hell, Jim?" David blew up at him in his deep, angry voice. "Why would you make me unaware?" He crossed his slim arms under his big tits, accidentally emphasizing his cleavage in the bright, yellow bikini. "You would betray my trust like this? Turn it back on, or we're done for the day, maybe for our careers."

Jim was looking over more of the intern's documentation, finding the full list of commands in a text file. Some stood out and demonstrated the rogue coder's perverted intentions: a body that followed any command had tons of potential in the BDSM scene, after they incorporated a safe word for the wearer to end control. For now, though, David was Jim's test subject for that potential. He recalled some default Alexa commands, and decided to have some harmless fun with his friend, promising himself he wouldn't go too far. "Alexa, change device's name to 'David'."

"Ok, I'll answer when you call me 'David'." Alexa's voice affirmed from the shared mouth, but there was no clear shift between the two beings: Alexa's voice spoke with David's body language while in unaware mode. "Because that's my name, you idiot. Are you going to change me back?" David questioned in his male voice. Unawareness didn't keep him from hearing orders, merely created some justification internally for what he hears. Jim couldn't waste this opportunity, could he?