Your Love Doll is still crying

...And you've had enough. You thought you'd be getting a smiley, obedient companion - isn't what what robots were supposed to be like? Instead, you're sitting there listening to a surprisingly human recreation of your crush cry her eyes out as if you'd personally kidnapped her.

Something has to be done; this bitch can't just sit there sobbing in your bathroom forever! So you heave a sigh and pull yourself out of bed before shuffling over to knock at your bathroom door.

"Go away!"

"No. Come on," you huff, jiggling the door handle impatiently, "It's been hours."

"It's YOUR fault I can't come out!" she hisses.

"Look, I know! I'm sorry!"

You swallow your pride, allowing yourself to empathize with her a little.

"I didn't know it would be like this, okay? I thought you'd be... Different."

"Different? Different how?" she rhasps, as if on the verge of breaking down again. "You thought I'd just be a s-slut for you... Is that it?"

"No! I mean, kind of..." you admit, "But mostly I thought you'd be easy to live with; sort of polite and willing to serve, like androids in movies, you know?"

Silence. You've never excelled at emotional conversations, but the lack of feedback spurs you onward:

"Obviously you're not that way. Maybe I shouldn't have changed you like I did. But at the end of the day, I just wanted an easy time passing this exam... Is that so wrong?" you babble, mustering all of your righteous indignation:

"Like, I'm not the one who mailed a copy of you to everyone in class. Right?"

That one gets through to her. After a long pause, you hear a **** "...No..." from within.

"And the principal! You went to the principal, right?" you ask, suddenly curious - you'd been wondering why the exam had still been allowed to go ahead after Alex's complaint. "What'd he say?"

A suppressed sob. "H-He said to toughen up. He said if I r-really want to be a teacher one day, I'll do whatever Mr. LaVerne tells me to do."

"Fuck... That's rough." you reply.

You hadn't expected the school staff to be so cold toward a TA like Alex... Not that you necessarily disapprove, given the way you've benefitted from it so far. And the benefits keep coming: even you can sense that the subject has put her into a state of emotional vulnerability.

"Hey, why don't you come out so we can talk more about this?" you wheedle, "I'll try to keep my eyes above the neckline... Hell, we can maybe even find something to help you cover up a little."

You're becoming accustomed to the long pauses, now. After a few tense seconds you hear a bit of movement, followed by the unmistakeable sound of a lock being released.

A moment later your Love Doll is standing before you with an arm over her nipples and her knees pinched together, a flaming blush on her facepaint-and-mascara-streaked cheeks.