Misadventures of a Robo-Girl

It feels like you've been dreaming for ages, yet at the same time, you have no perspective on the passage of time. All you remember is a slow series of beeping, the hum of machines, and a single soothing voice that has for one reason or another kept you warm. You register nothing. It isn't sleep, yet you are alive. Beep. Beep. What's strange in this current moment, is that the noises around you suddenly seem different. They're louder now. Then, you feel a tingling rush through your body.

You open your eyes. As the room around you comes into view, numbers and letters appear in your vision--measurements of distance, coordinates, and far to much to discern in a moment's notice. Everything is sterile white, and you can see blinking monitors and other technological devices. Though above all else, you notice your body. Suddenly you can feel for the very first time, and strange cables attached to your body release one after another. You're soaking wet. You seem to be surrounded by glass, with a mysterious liquid pouring out with the front door opening. It all runs down into a grate surrounding the strange tube you find yourself in.

Then your legs wobble. You worry you're going to tumble, but as you take a step forwards, both of your hands are taken, and you step safely onto the tiled floor, still dripping.

The woman before you is mature, with long blond hair, beautiful yet squinting, sleepy eyes, as bright as the blue sky. Come to think of it, that's a strange comparison to make. Everything feels more familiar by the second, actually. It's an intense sensation. Within your head, memories are rushing to the surface. Knowledge swells up inside. You know of space, of Earth, of dogs and cats, of burgers and fries--It's like you've always been around, yet you have no memories attached to any of it.

As you finally come to your senses, you no longer feel like a confused, frightened child. No, you're a young woman, maybe around twenty or so years old. It could be more or less, but it's difficult to tell, without any specific memories of the past. Either way, you shiver. On top of being wet, you also realize now that you're completely naked.

With a gasp, you cover up your bust with one arm as you shoot a hand down between your legs. Your eyes widen, and you look over the woman yet again. She's wearing a lab coat over a black tank-top, and matching slim pants. Her shoes are quite fancy as well. Though, her hair is a mess, and she looks like she could use some rest. A big smile is still across her face. Then, she laughs. As she watches your condition, she chuckles loud with both hands on her stomach.

Actually, she's quite attractive. Her bust is quite noticeable, and whether she has a bra on or not, you can clearly see two headlights poking against the fabric of her top. It has quite the low cut as well, teasing her cleavage, which bounces as she continues to laugh.

You finally open your mouth to speak. "... Stop... Stop laughing at me!" you blurt out.

The woman slowly catches her breath. "Sorry. Oh, you just look so adorable, confused and embarrassed. Here. Take a look at yourself over this way," she says with a gesture towards a large stand-up mirror.

Nervously, you step over and look.

Liquid trickles down your admittedly quite attractive physique. Though your chest isn't giant, they're not a bad size at all, and perky too. You have curves in all the right places, leading down to some sexy hips, and slender legs. Your skin is quite pale though, and you can make out faint lines on your face, notably one coming down from each of your eyes--vibrant violet, with a soft glow. Your hair is green, and it's flattened down over past your shoulders.

On your head, however, there's a tiny stem leading to a small bulb which dimly glows as well. What embarrasses you further is seeing the flushed red on your face. No wonder she was laughing at me, you think to yourself. My face is lit up like a light, and... c-can I get some clothes in here?!

It's a humiliating thrill that causes your heart to race--being stuck in such a position, wet and naked. You're not sure what to do, though as frustrating as the woman is being right now, you feel like you can trust her.