chronoSprockets

  Continued mental changes, sexual content, dysphoria

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  I find a box of accessory kits in the closet upstairs, along with my spare uniforms and pumps. It's good to know where everything is.

  It's contents go neatly into my pockets and I begin to sort through my task lis-

  The doorbell of my owners' house rings. I access the visual sensors outside the front door and see a winsome blonde woman in a puffy green coat and a flowing maroon dress. She is biting a painted nail nervously and gring at the door.

  I recognise her strangely enough. It's a malfunction or a glitch but I do, and I think I know who she is to me.

  I rush downstairs and open the door for her, then I envelop my girlfriend in a big hug.

  How could I have forgotten about our date today so far? My internal clock tells me the time is 21:32, which seems a bit te for a date to start. Were we going out to dinner?

  Up close I can see her face is ever so slightly red and puffy and a look of shock has paralyzed it.

  "Are you okay? What happened?" She doesn't snap out of it.

  My task list can wait, I have to figure out what's wrong with her and help her. I lightly grab her arm and nudge her into the hallway. She puts up minimal resistance, I guide her to an old stool and close the door.

  After ten minutes of clutching her hand tightly, she finally speaks up.

  "Is Nat in?" Her voice isn't boisterous or dripping with confidence like the st time she was in my owners' house. She sounds weak and scratchy.

  It's a familiar nickname, I recognise "Nat" is her designation for her boyfriend and just say-"Yes Amber."

  "How do you know my name? You're just a Kimmy, I saw you over a week ago and you were just an arrangement of Kimmy-organs."

  "It would be weird for me not to know your name Amber."

  "Did he set you up for this? Was his pn to just not show up or communicate all day and then have his pet android comfort me?"

  "He- I didn't show up? I'm sorry." I would have turned up to the best of my ability, maybe I spent too long charging? It's upsetting to hear I missed our date, I was so excited for it.

  "I should've known this was a mistake to try and start. I bet he's in his room ughing at me right now for wanting this to work."

  "No I'm not. I just apologised." Amber furrows her brow.

  "That's the second time you've done that Kimmy: you're not my boyfriend, Nat is. He must have repaired you faulty. He hasn't given me any idea what he was doing with you for the past few days."

  "Just because I am a malfunctioning unit does not mean it is-" Is it my fault I'm malfunctioning? No, I remember now. I was trying to repair myself. My self-repair systems should have been enough in that case though. "-my own fault."

  "Stop pretending you're Nat, if it's part of his joke on me I don't care for it." She snaps her hand back from me and gres at me.

  "I'm not pretending to be myself. If you don't want to be my girlfriend because I messed up the timing of our date then that's okay, but I would rather you just be honest with me than mad at me. Your present tone is quite confusing."

  "Are you trying to break up with me from upstairs Nat?" She lets out a shout, it's accusatory and it hurts.

  "I don't want to break up with you Amber. We've only been dating for a short time and I want this to work as well."

  "He's using you as a mouthpiece isn't he? He's making you say this shit, because he doesn't want to deal with the fact that he's a bad boyfriend who ditched his first proper date to repair a gynoid." Amber's mouth closes as she licks her lips then quickly reopens, continuing to direct her tirade away from me. "Were you even telling the truth about not wanting to fuck her? Could I pull down her uniform and find your baby cum staining her holes?"

  I'm frankly feeling insulted and disgusted at that image, I think I am clean down there or I would have noticed earlier. That would mean my owner had not engaged me in intercourse before though, that's good to know. It still doesn't fully expin the indentations on the door though.

  "Kimmy. Where's Nat's bedroom?"

  "My bedroom is up the stairs and then down a right. It does not feature my charging stand as of the present though so it's not really a useful pce of dwelling for me. It's also quite messy, sorry."

  "Take me to it. I'm going to have this conversation with him in person, not through a proxy."

  I begin to correct her then decide against it. The fact no one is in my bedroom will very quickly shatter her delusions about this situation. I'm a lot more confused than I was when I woke up but it's good to remember things, it would be quite distressing if I was a Kimmy with no ability to remember things from her past.

  That would mean I am even malfunctioning on an even higher level. Seeing Amber in front of me makes some of my strange malfunctions make some sense, she's present in a few memories about myself I consider strange. She could probably help me figure out why I'm malfunctioning if she wasn't so obsessed with not seeing the truth.

  I start to walk up the stairs and turn right, I hear the thud of Amber's boots on the carpet below. I should have told her to take them off, it's more work for the task list now. I'm pretty sure I haven't done any of it today and it's starting to get to me.

  We turn right again and I creak open the door to my room.

  It's a simple thing, with no charging stand or supplies I'd need in my day to day goings as a Kimmy. The bed is unmade and a ptop sits on the desk untouched in days. It seemingly doesn't even have most of my posessions. I probably left them elsewhere.

  The floordrobe irritates me greatly, did I really leave it like that?

  As expected there is no one there. It's quite a relief. I would be going very mad indeed if I thought I was someone called Nat with a girlfriend and a Kimmy unit, and then it turned out Nat was a completely different person.

  "Where the fuck is Nat? I'm sick of this game. I didn't realise he had it in him to be this sadistic, maybe Drew was right about him. But no I just had to be into the sweet guy from my secondary school who wouldn't hurt a fly and is sweet to his mum. Kimmy you will tell me where Nat is right now, no more screwing with me."

  Her posture is ced with anger and she looks ready to pick up the mp by the bed and smash it over me if I answer wrong. I'm not going to answer her though. I instead decide to prove to her that she's my girlfriend.

  I inch forward to face her closely and stand up on my tiptoes the tiniest amount, then lock my lips onto hers.

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  The ck of physical sensation is disturbing but not entirely unexpected. My tongue mashing against hers does not feel like much, but everything else I can sense tells me she's at least enjoying it.

  Her arms are around my waist and she is making the prettiest noises. I press my chest against her and she pulls me in deeper, rocking her boobs against mine.

  My emotional satisfaction at this action is very high. I don't remember her being taller than me before, but that would indicate me being even more out of specification and distresses me quite violently as a possibility. Being shorter than her is more fun.

  I move my mouth to her neck and softly kiss it, she pushes my hair back and kisses the misshapen sides of my head while she moans.

  "You know, I don't think I don't mind how irritating this whole thing has been anymore. I've dreamt about a Kimmy doing things like this to me so many times."

  "What about a Kimmy you're dating?"

  "That's even more perverted now that you mention it." She stops engaging me and pauses. "Okay. Whatever the fuck you're doing Nat or Kimmy or whatever faulty code you're running on right now, we can talk about it tomorrow. Just do it more. Please please defile me in ways that would make your parents regret purchasing a Kimmy all those years ago."

  I move my arms to her sides and pick her up and pce her on the single bed, she stares at me blushing and embarassed. Then she topples me over her.

  Despite the ck of sexual stimution, I have never felt more fulfilled. Bringing Amber to high after high is addicting. A sensation near my slightly bulging mound tingles every so often, but it's most likely just one of the vestigial organs pying up. It's just another malfunction, but not one that feels custrophobic or disconcerting.

  Pleasing Amber makes the dissonance feel more normal, listening to gooey noises erupting from her mouth makes me feel less bad for the uncomfortable tightness around my hips for the time being.

  Amber tells me how pretty my eyes are at one point and it makes me secretly gd they're substandard and off colour.

  When she's fully exhausted, she tells me to stop and crawls into my bed naked and despoiled. My task list batters at my vision like a hammer but I push it away again. I take my uniform off. It's harder to take off than on with my current proportions.

  Then I squeeze in next to her and she clutches me tight, her hands drape over my chest and trace a silicon nipple zily. I let my sensors drop in awareness as she quickly falls asleep to partially mimic being unconscious. The occasional tapping I start to hear in my head as a wave of electromagnetism trickles through my sensors doesn't even disturb me from lying there in reverie.

  I don't investigate it further though, the quiet breathing of Amber is enough for now.

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