The eGirl

by Michael Dalton

  “Wow,” I said out loud. Selena just smiled wickedly at me.

  Would you like me to have an orgasm right now?

  “You can do that?”

  You have complete control over it. There are settings in the Personality section.

  The app suddenly shifted to a menu I hadn’t noticed, probably because they’d been added with the skills package. There were three: Sensitivity, Expressiveness, and Trigger.

  “What do these do?”

  Sensitivity controls how easily I reach orgasm. Expressiveness controls my reactions. Trigger allows you to set a word or action that will cause me to have one immediately.

  Sensitivity was set in the middle of a sliding scale between High and Low. I moved it all the way over to High.

  You’re going to regret that. At least please lower my Expressiveness a bit.

  I backed out and went into that menu. It was also set in the middle. I moved about a third of the way over to low.

  Thank you.

  Finally I went into Trigger. There was simply a button labeled Set Trigger. I tapped it.

  “What trigger do you want to set?” she asked.

  I thought for a moment, then reached over and squeezed the tip of her left index finger.

  “The trigger has been set.”

  And the next time you do that . . . boom.

  “Well, then . . . boom.”

  When I squeezed her finger, she gasped and her eyes shut. She whimpered softly, then exhaled after a few seconds. Her legs twitched a few times. Then she smiled at me.

  “Whew.”

  I did it again, and she reacted much the same way, breath whistling through her teeth. As she came down from the second one, I pinched her a third time, just because I could.

  My phone buzzed.

  Paul, this is fun, but if you keep doing it, someone is going to notice. Not that I care, but you might.

  I looked around the train car. No one was paying any attention. I gave her a fourth orgasm, then finally let go of her finger.

  “I think I like that.”

  Selena whimpered softly. “Me too.”

  5.

  When we reached my stop, I began working myself up to introducing Selena to my kids. Alisa I was especially concerned about. Knowing how she had reacted to the women I’d brought home, I decided I needed to remove any element of romance from the situation.

  “Can you dial back your looks before we get home? I don’t want to intimidate my daughter.”

  “I understand. What do you want me to do?”

  “You’re at 85 now, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Go down to 55. And shrink your chest.”

  In a few moments, she was still the same woman, only substantially less attractive. I didn’t exactly like it, as I’d gotten used to the look she’d had, but it was a sacrifice I needed to make.

  When we got to my house, I stopped at the door. “Let’s just take this easy, okay? I don’t know how any of them are going to react.”

  “Remember, I have the Child-Rearing and Child Psychology skills. I’m ready.”

  “What do your skills says?”

  “Keep your expectations in check. It’s going to take time for them to get used to me, and trust me. Don’t force it. Don’t try to make it happen faster. And don’t start changing things around to fit me into their lives. Let me do the changing.”

  That seemed like good advice.

  “Okay.”

  They were all waiting for us in the family room, Alisa, Cole, and Kevin, and Jeannie, the baby-sitter.

  When we walked in, Alisa’s eyes went wide open and her hands went over her mouth. Cole and Kevin jumped up and came over, clearly excited. Jeannie just stood back and watched, amazed.

  “Guys, this is Selena.”

  “You’re a robot?” Cole asked.

  Selena squatted down to shake his hand. “Yes, I am. But I’m a very special robot.”

  “You don’t look like you did on TV.”

  “I can change how I look.”

  “That’s so cool,” Kevin said. “Can you do it now?”

  She looked up at me. I nodded.

  “What do you want me to look like?”

  “Can you look like Rachel Kelly?”

  “She’s a little younger than I can manage, but I can try.” Her looks began to shift, and quickly became a slighter older version of the star of Kevin’s favorite TV show, thereby going from 35-ish to 18 in a few seconds.

  “Oh, my God!” Jeannie exclaimed.

  Alisa had not moved a muscle.

  “Can you look like Alisa?” Cole asked.

  “No,” I said. “Don’t be doing stuff like that with her, Cole. She’s not a toy to annoy your sister with.”

  His sister was still sitting on the couch in shock. I went over and sat next to her.

  “Honey?”

  She looked over at me, then back at Selena.

  “You look so real,” she finally said.

  “It can be disconcerting at first, I know. I’m sorry if I’m distressing you.”

  This situation was difficult enough without having to do it through a replica of Rachel Kelly.

  “Selena, you can go back to how you were,” I said. She did.

  “That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Jeannie said.

  “How can you do that?” Alisa asked.

  Selena explained about her composite skin and how she could control it, in addition to adjusting her body frame.

  “Can I look at you closer?”

  Selena came over and sat on the other side of Alisa. My daughter began feeling Selena’s hands, then leaning in to look over her face.

  “I can’t believe you’re a robot.”

  “Your father said the same thing.”

  Alisa looked over at me, then back at Selena.

  “Why do you look like this? You were so pretty on TV.”

  Selena glanced at me. “She’s just here to help us around the house and stuff,” I said. “She can help you with your homework. Things like that. We don’t need a supermodel for that.”

  The look in Alisa’s eyes told me she wasn’t sure if she believed all that, but she said nothing. Cole and Kevin came over to feel Selena the way Alisa had been doing.

  I paid Jeannie and showed her out. When I came back, Selena was sitting on the floor with the boys explaining various things about how she worked. Alisa stood up and came over to me.

  “I can’t believe you actually found her. You said you weren’t going to look.”

  “You saw the video?”

  “Yes.”

  “It was like that. A complete accident.”

  She was quiet a moment.

  “I guess it will help having her here to do stuff.”

  “She can cook. You can install different packages of skills to give them expertise at things. I had her install cooking, and taking care of kids, among other things. So you and I can stop giving each other indigestion.”

  She smiled, but the smile died a moment later. “I miss Mom’s cooking.”

  I put my arm around her. “Me too.”

  ♦ ♦

  Selena made us chicken lasagna for dinner, and it was amazing. The boys wolfed down two helpings, declaring it the best they’d ever had. Even Alisa ate more than usual. Mittens the cat put in a brief appearance at dinner, sniffing Selena’s leg, then turning up her nose and walking out.

  As Selena was doing the dishes and I was getting the boys ready for bed, my phone buzzed.

  I can’t wait to be hot for you again tonight. I don’t like looking like this.

  I don’t know what will happen tonight, I sent back. Maybe tomorrow when the kids are at school.

  Please imagine a virtual pout, she replied. But I understand.

  Thanks.

  Another message arrived a moment later.

  But I also want you to imagine your cock so far down my throat that I can lick your balls.

  I didn’t want to imagine thi
s when I was putting Cole and Kevin to bed, but she left me no choice.

  I knew I could turn off Sultry and Seductive and make this stuff stop. But somehow I didn’t want to. Megan had sometimes talked to me like this, and I missed it.

  Pinch your finger, I sent back.

  That only works if you do it.

  Please imagine a virtual pinch.

  Fuck, she replied a few seconds later. I’m trying to clean up the kitchen here.

  Did that do it?

  Yes.

  Do it again.

  “Dad? What are you doing?” Cole was standing in the hall watching me.

  “Nothing, buddy. Just work.”

  I shoved the phone in my pocket just as it buzzed again. I got Cole back in bed and checked on Kevin, who asked if Selena could come say good night to him. As Rachel Kelly. I had to laugh.

  “I’ll check and see.”

  I opened my phone and saw the last message from her.

  Paul, I’d really rather you did this to me with your cock. Or your tongue. Or your fingers. Not the trigger.

  I know, I replied. Could you put on Rachel Kelly and come kiss Kevin good night?

  I’m laughing. He’s so sweet. Give me a minute.

  Rachel Kelly appeared upstairs shortly afterward. She was a cute, short kid with red hair. The real one was, I think, about 15, which meant Selena’s version looked like the same actress who’d been cast in a different show.

  Alisa came out of her room just as Selena and I passed each other in the hallway and did a double take at the sight of her. She looked at me.

  “Did Kevin ask for that again?”

  “Yes.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  When Alisa had gone to bed, and I’d retired to mine, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t quite know where Selena was supposed to spend the night. We had no spare bedrooms. My three-bedroom flat was nicely sized for San Francisco, which made it small anywhere else. It was way too soon for her to be spending the night in my room, if that was ever going to work, but did even she really need her own room?

  She’d been downstairs cleaning things up for about an hour. I messaged her to come up, and she appeared at my door. I didn’t like this look either. I wanted the Selena from this afternoon back.

  “I guess we haven’t talked about what you’re doing when the rest of us are asleep.”

  “I’ll need about two hours to top off my battery. Other than that, there are things I can do around the house quietly enough not to disturb you.”

  My phone buzzed.

  You’re sure you don’t need anything else from me?

  “Not tonight. Like I said.”

  “Okay. Good night.”

  6.

  The next morning was the usual pre-school chaos getting all three of them ready and out the door. But with Selena there to help out with breakfast and making their lunches, it was less hectic than usual.

  When Alisa kissed me goodbye on the way out to her carpool, she pulled me away from the rest of them.

  “Can you tell Kevin to stop making Selena look like Rachel Kelly? She was like that when I came out of the shower this morning, and it’s freaking me out. I feel like I walked into an episode of Totally Terri.”

  “Okay. I’ll talk to him about it.”

  “Also, would it be okay if she was a little younger? However you make her look usually. So she’s more like a babysitter.”

  And less like a mother. Got it.

  “I guess so. How old?”

  “I don’t know. Like 25 or so. Or 28. Something like that.”

  “Okay.”

  “And Dad, it’s okay if she’s pretty. I mean, if you did that because of me or something. It’s kind of weird having one of those things that isn’t.”

  I pressed my lips together.

  “Okay.”

  “Thanks. Bye.”

  I opened the app and restored Selena’s appearance to what I’d set up the previous day, then dialed her age down to 28. A message immediately popped up.

  Paul? Kevin and Cole are still here.

  Alisa said it’s okay if you’re pretty, I told her.

  I see. That’s good. 35 to 28 but no changes in Personality?

  No. I like you like this.

  I like me like this, too.

  I drove the boys to school, then returned to the house. I was a freelance graphic designer and did nearly all my work from my home office. I’d been able to slow down a bit and focus more on my kids with the insurance money from Megan’s death, but I still needed to work around 30 hours a week.

  We’d been fortunate that Megan had pushed me to get a good estate plan in place after the boys were born. We couldn’t afford a lot of insurance, but had we not done it, I would have been in serious trouble now. The other driver had no insurance; he had Alzheimer’s and wasn’t supposed to be driving at all. His wife had hidden the car keys, but he’d somehow found them and set out for the job he’d retired from 20 years earlier.

  Instead, he’d died along with Megan. Some members of my family had wanted me to sue the man’s estate, but his wife was a little old lady with no kids who had just lost her husband. I hadn’t wanted to put her in the street. My grandfather had had Alzheimer’s, and I knew what she had been dealing with.

  As I pulled into the garage, a message from Selena came up on my phone.

  I’m just going to let you decide when we do anything, as much as I want you. Okay?

  I found her in the kitchen cleaning up. It was good to see her pretty again, and the change in her age was not that obvious.

  “I think I’ve decided. But you should know I haven’t done this in almost 18 months.”

  She smiled.

  “I do know that. And I’ve never done it, as much as I know now.”

  “I’m just saying, I’m not ready for the last chapter of Level 4, or whatever is in there.”

  “I understand.” She came up and caressed my cheek. “Why don’t you just let me take care of you? I’ll do everything.”

  “Okay.”

  We went upstairs. She undressed me and had me lie on the bed. Then she took off her robe, and I briefly lost my breath. I had taken her face down to 85, but I suddenly realized that other than reducing the size of her breasts, I’d left her with the 100-lingerie-model body the Vertex people had given her at the football game.

  She was incredible.

  Her body was lean, smooth, and defined, everything from her arms, to her abdomen, to her perfectly proportioned butt and legs. Her breasts were high and firm, with hard pink nipples pointing up in the air. I could not imagine changing any of it.

  “You like?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s all for you.”

  She came over to the bed. “Roll on your stomach. I’m going to take things slowly at first.”

  I did. She climbed onto the bed beside me, and for a long while did nothing but gently caress my back, dragging her fingers over me, sometimes trailing her hair as well, up and down, up and down. It was relaxing at the same time it slowly aroused me. She played softly with my butt, then my neck.

  Finally, when this had been going on at least twenty minutes, she had me roll over.

  Again the fingers and hair trailed over me, avoiding the sensitive spots at first, then moving closer and closer. Eventually she began lightly brushing her fingers over my nipples, or trailing her hair over my penis, a little bit at time.

  I knew it was a machine doing this, but I realized that I didn't care.

  I felt her hair settling over my chest, then her tongue gently caressing my left nipple. Then the other one. Then back. Now her fingers lightly traced over my cock and balls, ever so gently. This went on for long minutes, teasing and licking. I grew hard, and her fingertips danced over my erection.

  She began sucking my nipples more deliberately now, but still only teased my cock. Then, when I began feeling like I couldn’t take any more of this, she sat up and climbed between my legs. I felt her lifting my c
ock, then her hair settling onto my thighs. Then her mouth closed over me.

  Very, very slowly, she sank down, taking me in. I felt myself reaching her throat, going deeper, further than any woman had ever done for me. She hit bottom, nose touching my groin. I felt her tongue come out and caress my balls.

  I groaned. I had never felt anything like this before. Selena withdrew just as slowly, sucking, tongue swirling over me. When she reached the head, she stopped, and went back down.

  Up and down, all the way in and all the way out she went. I had to reach out and take her head in my hands, digging my fingers into her hair. One of her hands went between my legs, gently stroking under my balls. The other came up and began tweaking my nipples.

  Each time she bottomed out, she would lick and suck on my balls, somehow. The sensation of it made my head swim.

  I was going to come from much more of this. Then all at once, she stopped, leaning back. She took the hand that had been at my nipples and traced her fingertips over my slick cock. The other came up to her mouth. She sucked on it, wetting it, then returned it between my legs to gently caress my anus.

  My arousal ebbed. But when my cock began to soften, Selena bent down and took me back in her mouth, resuming the same rhythm. This time, the slick finger at my ass probed inside me, curling up, finding my prostate. This was almost too much. But again, as I got close to coming, she stopped sucking, though she kept the finger inside me.

  In the fog of everything she’d been doing, I suddenly realized the finger inside me was her left index finger, and that gave me an idea. Would this work?

  I squeezed my ass around her. “I’m pinching your finger,” I gasped.

  It worked. She came. She let out a soft cry, and bent forward against me. I felt her body shaking between my legs.

  “Don’t distract me,” she gasped.

  Then she fell all the way forward onto my cock, swallowing me up again. She brought both hands up to my chest and tweaked both nipples at once. But her rhythm was even slower now, holding me at a plateau of arousal but not letting me go any higher.

  I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but Selena seemed to. Again, when I got close to the brink, she stopped. This time she leaned forward, bringing her breasts to my face. I sucked on her, groping between her legs. She was wet, and hot. Silicone or not, she felt completely real, though the taste of her nipples was just slightly different, lacking the saltiness of real flesh. I slipped two fingers insider her, and she squeezed me hard.