2 - December 26th, 2014
It took at about twenty minutes to figure out how to get the box, still unopened, since I didn't want to risk the refund, into the back of the minivan. Most of it was figuring out how we were going to lift it the two feet from the ground up into the back, but eventually, we just got a couple of 2x4s and wheeled it up on a hand truck.
The ride to the store with Mom was quite. There had been a heated argument last night, and she still wasn't happy with my decision. They, Mom and Dad, had argued that it was a good thing that they had gotten it for me. Dad brought up an example from when he was my age of being inexperience with sex when he and Mom first did it. Sam and I both covered our ears and yelled at them about too much information.
In any other situation, I probably would have thought they were the coolest parents in the world. They got me a sex robot for Christmas. But, well, they did it without talking to me. I wanted something that big to at least be partially me decision.
So, by the time we got to the store, I was only half interested in actually returning the box and its contents, but, since I had made such a stink, literally after puking, about it, I had to go through with it. I could always use the money in a month or so to get one anyway, but it needed to be my decision.
After setting the 2x4s back up, Mom and I wheeled it out of the back of the van, and brought it into the store. We waited in line behind people returning software and peripherals, and I began to blush when people began to stare at the seemingly still wrapped box on the hand truck in front of me.
"So, what can I help you with?" asked Dan, the guy behind the returns desk. I could see that he had had a long morning.
"Just need to do a return," I said. I then pointed to the box.
"Ah," he said, smirking. "Not what you wanted?"
"No," I said coldly, "It's not what I wanted. My 'Rents got it for me, so I returning it."
"Didn't even open it I see," he said as I walked around the desk, scanner in hand. "Here, let me reveal the barcode so I can do the return." He pressed one of the corners and twisted in finger before removing it. The OLED screens changed from the wrapping paper pattern to the garish full color moving displays that advertised the gynoid inside.
I instantly blushed.
He scanned the barcode, the frowned. "Sorry dude, no can do."
"What?" I exclaimed. "This is where they bought it."
"No returns on clearance items," he said, walking back behind the counter. "Next!"
I stood there, the line moving around me, staring at the box, the video of the gynoid inside strutting and prancing and shifting forms. Now that it was unwrapped, and I couldn't return it, I was stuck. So, I leaned the hand truck back, and wheeled the animated box out of the store, disappointed.
"Did you change your mind?" asked Mom as she helped me get the box back into the van.
I stared at her for ten seconds, "No. They don't take returns on clearance items."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So, I guess I'm stuck with your present."
"I wouldn't call it stuck," said Mom as she closed the rear gate. I glared at her through the glass as I walked through the van to the passenger seat. As she opened the driver's door she continued, "Think of it as an opportunity. If you'll notice, it's the fully upgradable model. You can mod it however you like."
I rolled me eyes as she started the van, "Great, now only is it a sex robot, but it's a fully upgradable sex robot. It's the gift that keep on giving."
"Well," she admitted as she pulled out of the parking space, "That was the idea."
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Gyn - Chapter 1
1 - December 25th, 2014
"Merry Christmas!" Mom shouted as she opened my bedroom door.
I quickly threw my covers on before she turned on the light, "Mom! Knock!"
"Sorry honey," she said, turning her back. "Come on down, your father's got breakfast ready and the coffee's getting cold."
"Okay Mom, I'll be down in a few," I said, still hiding in the darkness, "Just got to go pee."
Mom smiled knowingly, and then closed the door. I waited until I heard her descend the stairs before getting out of bed. By the time my morning wood was gone, I was dressed, well, as dressed as I was going to be on Christmas morning, and ready. Just before I left, I had my computer start downloading today's shows, and loading the comics onto my 'pod. I'd read them after breakfast.
"Hey Sam," I told my little sister as I sat down at the table.
"Sup Dick," she chided me. Obviously she had heard my protest when Mom had woken me.
"Samantha Rose, don't call your bother that."
"It's okay Mom," I said, "She didn't mean it, right?"
Sam bowed her head, "No, I'm sorry Rich."
"S'all right Sammy," I said as I ruffled her short red hair. "Just be careful, I know where you sleep." I made my best maniacal smile and then the two of us burst out in quite laughs. Sam might have called them giggles, but a seventeen year young man does not giggle.
"Okay," my father said, breaking up our bonding. "Eat up, we've got a lot of presents to get through today."
After finishing up the eggs, bacon, coffee, egg nog, and bagels, the four of us moved from the kitchen into the living room. Our tree this year was pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Although the holographic trees first came out last year, they looked a bit tacky, but the second revision, well, if it wasn't for the lack of pine scent in the air (Mom had tried using cleaner to get it with horrid results we all agreed not to speak of again), you'd have though it was real. And it beat the heck out of the pre-lit plastic one we had since I was five. It didn't even have LED lights it was so old.
Under the tree were about five or six dozen presents, from the small boxes I knew contained the gift cards I had gotten my parents with the money from my job, to the huge box sitting behind the tree that I had now idea what held.
"Whoa," said Sam upon seeing the huge box, "someone was good this year."
"We'll start with the small presents and work up," declared Dad, and so we did. As with most families, the majority of the presents went to Sam and I, but I had done my best to include a few for both Mom and Dad. Sure, they were small, not a hundred dollars in total each, but it was all I could afford, and more than the twenty dollar gift cards I had gotten them last year.
By the time we had discovered that the large box was mine, I had figured out it was another computer. The AI programming books, gift cards to my work, and my report card all pointed there. You see, Mom, Dad, and I, well Sam too though she never exercised it, had an agreement. If I got two semesters of straight A's, they'd buy me a state of the art PC. My Junior year I finally took them up on it, and in May my all-in-one was retired, and a tower along with the newest tru-d screen was mine. Four processors, a motherboard full of RAM, and terabytes of storage. Plus, it ran my MMO perfectly, even with all the bells and whistles turned on.
"Mom, Dad, I thought was had agreed that I didn't need another computer."
"We did," Mom said.
"And what with you getting that full-ride to Mines, we dipped into your collage fund and got you something we both knew you'd want," Dad added.
"Wait," I said, "You dipped into my college fund? I was going to use that to buy a car!"
"It's alright, sweetie, that's your graduation present."
"Barb," chided Dad, "we were going to keep it a secret."
"Well, he needed to know." She then turned from my father, and looked at me, "Sweetie, we know you're going to love it. Plus, you deserve it."
Sam, who was a year younger than me, pouted, "This is so not fair. First he gets a computer, and now he's getting something better? How is this fair?"
"Sammy dear, all you need to do is get straight A's like your brother, and you'll get a computer too. That's the deal."
"But Mom!"
"Don't 'But Mom' me young lady. When you and your brother starter school, that was the agreement. You've had ten and a half years to take us up on it, and you haven't yet. If you really want it, you can get it as soon as August. A new computer for your Senior year. All it takes is for your to want it."
"But I don't want to go to summer school," whined Sam.
"Sam," I corrected, "it's not summer school if it's voluntary, than it's summer semester. I know it's bad, but I've already got my first semester of my Freshman year under my belt, and I'm not even done with High School. I'll be a Sophomore by the time my classmates start their Freshman year in August. I'll graduate two years after that, two years and three months after graduating. Plus, it's all paid for. That's why I did it, and that's why Mom and Dad gave me a computer."
"And that," added Mom, pointing at the box.
"And that," I added. "You can too."
"Okay smarty pants," said Sam, getting cheeky, "open it then. Show me what I can look forwards to."
"Okay," I said, getting up from the couch and walking over to the box. It was wrapped in what had to have been a full roll of wrapping paper, at least a meter wide, and a meter and a half deep and tall. My computer could have fit in there, plus my desk. Whatever was in there was massive.
I reached over to bring it out from under the tree, but when my fingers touched the top, I realized it wasn't wrapped, that it was an OLED screen covering the box. Nearly ten square meters of OLED screen instead of wrapping paper. Whatever Mom and Dad had bought me, it was expensive. I grabbed two of the corners and pulled it out from behind the tree.
"My God," I exclaimed. "What have you got in here, a body?" It must have weighed almost a hundred kilos, more than me.
Mom and Dad shared a knowing conspiratorial glance that stopped me in my tracks.
Sam caught it too, "You didn't."
"You couldn't have. They're tens of thousands of dollars," I added.
"Five thousand for the computer. Five thousand for each semester of college. That gave us twenty-five grand to work with," explained Mom.
"Plus, I got a good deal because it's last summer's model," added Dad.
I turned to stare at him, "You got me a used one?" My face barely held back my disgust.
"No," corrected Mom, "Not used, just the previous model. It was on clearance. Plus there was a rebate. Made sure it was still in the original packaging. It's never been opened."
"Wait," I stopped her. "You spend twenty-five thousand dollars."
"Nineteen Five hundred sixty two," corrected Dad.
"Nineteen and a half thousand dollars on a sex toy, for your seventeen year old son?"
"It's not a sex toy," corrected my mother. "It's a gynoid companion. You don't have to use it for sex. Plus, it's completely hygienic, and you'll have a release without having to worry about disease or getting some girl pregnant."
"Oh," chimed in my sister, "I am so going to get me one of those. Four semesters, right? That's all I need, if four semesters."
"Four semesters, and a full-ride for all four years, yes," corrected Mom.
"Yes. I am so going to get me some android booty," exclaimed Sam.
I turned around to look at the box, the OLED screens still showing the gift wrap pattern. Inside, I knew, was a state-of-the-art (well, almost) gynoid robot with artificial intelligence (hence the books) that was designed to be my personal sexual companion until and after I got married. It was like my parents had gotten me my own personal hooker for Christmas.
I puked right there, being careful to miss the box so that I could return it tomorrow for a full refund.
"Merry Christmas!" Mom shouted as she opened my bedroom door.
I quickly threw my covers on before she turned on the light, "Mom! Knock!"
"Sorry honey," she said, turning her back. "Come on down, your father's got breakfast ready and the coffee's getting cold."
"Okay Mom, I'll be down in a few," I said, still hiding in the darkness, "Just got to go pee."
Mom smiled knowingly, and then closed the door. I waited until I heard her descend the stairs before getting out of bed. By the time my morning wood was gone, I was dressed, well, as dressed as I was going to be on Christmas morning, and ready. Just before I left, I had my computer start downloading today's shows, and loading the comics onto my 'pod. I'd read them after breakfast.
"Hey Sam," I told my little sister as I sat down at the table.
"Sup Dick," she chided me. Obviously she had heard my protest when Mom had woken me.
"Samantha Rose, don't call your bother that."
"It's okay Mom," I said, "She didn't mean it, right?"
Sam bowed her head, "No, I'm sorry Rich."
"S'all right Sammy," I said as I ruffled her short red hair. "Just be careful, I know where you sleep." I made my best maniacal smile and then the two of us burst out in quite laughs. Sam might have called them giggles, but a seventeen year young man does not giggle.
"Okay," my father said, breaking up our bonding. "Eat up, we've got a lot of presents to get through today."
After finishing up the eggs, bacon, coffee, egg nog, and bagels, the four of us moved from the kitchen into the living room. Our tree this year was pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Although the holographic trees first came out last year, they looked a bit tacky, but the second revision, well, if it wasn't for the lack of pine scent in the air (Mom had tried using cleaner to get it with horrid results we all agreed not to speak of again), you'd have though it was real. And it beat the heck out of the pre-lit plastic one we had since I was five. It didn't even have LED lights it was so old.
Under the tree were about five or six dozen presents, from the small boxes I knew contained the gift cards I had gotten my parents with the money from my job, to the huge box sitting behind the tree that I had now idea what held.
"Whoa," said Sam upon seeing the huge box, "someone was good this year."
"We'll start with the small presents and work up," declared Dad, and so we did. As with most families, the majority of the presents went to Sam and I, but I had done my best to include a few for both Mom and Dad. Sure, they were small, not a hundred dollars in total each, but it was all I could afford, and more than the twenty dollar gift cards I had gotten them last year.
By the time we had discovered that the large box was mine, I had figured out it was another computer. The AI programming books, gift cards to my work, and my report card all pointed there. You see, Mom, Dad, and I, well Sam too though she never exercised it, had an agreement. If I got two semesters of straight A's, they'd buy me a state of the art PC. My Junior year I finally took them up on it, and in May my all-in-one was retired, and a tower along with the newest tru-d screen was mine. Four processors, a motherboard full of RAM, and terabytes of storage. Plus, it ran my MMO perfectly, even with all the bells and whistles turned on.
"Mom, Dad, I thought was had agreed that I didn't need another computer."
"We did," Mom said.
"And what with you getting that full-ride to Mines, we dipped into your collage fund and got you something we both knew you'd want," Dad added.
"Wait," I said, "You dipped into my college fund? I was going to use that to buy a car!"
"It's alright, sweetie, that's your graduation present."
"Barb," chided Dad, "we were going to keep it a secret."
"Well, he needed to know." She then turned from my father, and looked at me, "Sweetie, we know you're going to love it. Plus, you deserve it."
Sam, who was a year younger than me, pouted, "This is so not fair. First he gets a computer, and now he's getting something better? How is this fair?"
"Sammy dear, all you need to do is get straight A's like your brother, and you'll get a computer too. That's the deal."
"But Mom!"
"Don't 'But Mom' me young lady. When you and your brother starter school, that was the agreement. You've had ten and a half years to take us up on it, and you haven't yet. If you really want it, you can get it as soon as August. A new computer for your Senior year. All it takes is for your to want it."
"But I don't want to go to summer school," whined Sam.
"Sam," I corrected, "it's not summer school if it's voluntary, than it's summer semester. I know it's bad, but I've already got my first semester of my Freshman year under my belt, and I'm not even done with High School. I'll be a Sophomore by the time my classmates start their Freshman year in August. I'll graduate two years after that, two years and three months after graduating. Plus, it's all paid for. That's why I did it, and that's why Mom and Dad gave me a computer."
"And that," added Mom, pointing at the box.
"And that," I added. "You can too."
"Okay smarty pants," said Sam, getting cheeky, "open it then. Show me what I can look forwards to."
"Okay," I said, getting up from the couch and walking over to the box. It was wrapped in what had to have been a full roll of wrapping paper, at least a meter wide, and a meter and a half deep and tall. My computer could have fit in there, plus my desk. Whatever was in there was massive.
I reached over to bring it out from under the tree, but when my fingers touched the top, I realized it wasn't wrapped, that it was an OLED screen covering the box. Nearly ten square meters of OLED screen instead of wrapping paper. Whatever Mom and Dad had bought me, it was expensive. I grabbed two of the corners and pulled it out from behind the tree.
"My God," I exclaimed. "What have you got in here, a body?" It must have weighed almost a hundred kilos, more than me.
Mom and Dad shared a knowing conspiratorial glance that stopped me in my tracks.
Sam caught it too, "You didn't."
"You couldn't have. They're tens of thousands of dollars," I added.
"Five thousand for the computer. Five thousand for each semester of college. That gave us twenty-five grand to work with," explained Mom.
"Plus, I got a good deal because it's last summer's model," added Dad.
I turned to stare at him, "You got me a used one?" My face barely held back my disgust.
"No," corrected Mom, "Not used, just the previous model. It was on clearance. Plus there was a rebate. Made sure it was still in the original packaging. It's never been opened."
"Wait," I stopped her. "You spend twenty-five thousand dollars."
"Nineteen Five hundred sixty two," corrected Dad.
"Nineteen and a half thousand dollars on a sex toy, for your seventeen year old son?"
"It's not a sex toy," corrected my mother. "It's a gynoid companion. You don't have to use it for sex. Plus, it's completely hygienic, and you'll have a release without having to worry about disease or getting some girl pregnant."
"Oh," chimed in my sister, "I am so going to get me one of those. Four semesters, right? That's all I need, if four semesters."
"Four semesters, and a full-ride for all four years, yes," corrected Mom.
"Yes. I am so going to get me some android booty," exclaimed Sam.
I turned around to look at the box, the OLED screens still showing the gift wrap pattern. Inside, I knew, was a state-of-the-art (well, almost) gynoid robot with artificial intelligence (hence the books) that was designed to be my personal sexual companion until and after I got married. It was like my parents had gotten me my own personal hooker for Christmas.
I puked right there, being careful to miss the box so that I could return it tomorrow for a full refund.
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