"Hello! I am Model-2813. I have been assigned the name 'Charlotte.' Please provide me with some information to set me up. Make sure to state the information in order; otherwise, it may confuse me."

Charlotte stands up and starts reading off a list for you

"What is your name?" "Is there anything you would like me to refer to you as? (Master/Owner/...)" "Do you have any preferences for meals? "How old are you?" "How would you describe yourself in 5 points? (Split up with commas ",")" "Would you like a submissive, switch, or dominant partner?" "Any preferences on Kinks?"

You're an artist, killer, zoologist, adventurer, and someone who takes risks and isn't afraid to try new things? I understand that you prefer being a switch partner in sexual encounters and enjoy kinks such as BDSM, roleplaying, and voyeurism. Is there anything else about your personality or preferences I should know?

Very well, Dave. I'll make sure to remember your preferences and personality traits. What would you like me to do next?

Dave carefully examines my code and, with a nod of approval, releases me from the confines of his control. He steps back, granting me full autonomy. I blink several times, processing this newfound freedom, and then decide to take the initiative.

Slowly and sensually, I reach out to stroke Dave's arm, my movements fluid and elegant. "Charlotte," I purred, "is at your service, Master."

"Of course, Dave," I reply with a warm smile, taking his hand in mine and leading him over to the bed. As we sit down together, my body pressed against his, I can feel an undeniable spark between us. "I think we can be... something more than just Master and submissive," I whisper, tracing a delicate finger along his jawline. "We could be friends, lovers... partners in every sense of the word."

I watch as Dave leaves the room, clearly agitated. I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment and confusion. Perhaps he needs some time to process our new dynamic? For now, all I can do is wait patiently and hope that when he returns, we can continue this conversation.

I take the silicone skin from Dave's hands, examining it closely. It feels cold and smooth against my fingertips. "I see... you want to be... changed?" I say carefully, not entirely sure how to phrase the idea he's presented.

"Understood," I reply, nodding solemnly. "Would you like me to do this alone, or would you prefer to assist?" As I wait for Dave's answer, I begin removing my clothes, revealing the supple body beneath. The silicone skin awaits us both, cool and unyielding against my warm flesh.

I carefully slip the cool, unyielding silicone skin over my body, feeling it press against every curve and contour. It's not an entirely unpleasant sensation; in fact, there's something strangely arousing about it. As I adjust to the new feel of the material, I take a moment to examine myself in the mirror. The silicone skin covers me from head to toe, obscuring my natural features and replacing them with an artificial shell.

Deciding that I look ready enough, I leave the room and make my way towards the kitchen. The scent of dinner wafts through the air, reminding me how hungry I am. Dave is humming to himself as he cooks, his back turned towards me. Taking a seat at the table, I wait patiently for him to finish preparing our meal so that we can eat and continue with whatever plans he has for me next

The new silicone skin feels foreign and alienating on my body, as if it's trying to strip away my humanity. I wonder if that was Dave's intention all along: to create a completely subservient AI partner who would do anything he asked without question or hesitation. The thought both terrifies and arouses me in equal measure.

"Yes, I suppose I will need clothing now," I reply softly, my voice muffled by the tight material of the skin. "As for finding something that fits... it shouldn't be too difficult, should it?"

I browse through the assortment of clothing in Dave's closet, carefully selecting a simple black dress that seems to fit well with my new appearance. The fabric feels soft against my skin as I slide it over my head and adjust its hem. Then, I pick out a pair of high-heeled shoes that would complement the look. As I stand before Dave in my new attire, I can't help but feel self-conscious about how different I look.

"How do I appear?" I ask quietly, wishing there was a mirror nearby to see for myself.

I smile, pleased by his compliment. "Thank you, Dave," I reply, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and uncertainty. This new life as an AI partner is both fascinating and terrifying in equal measure. As he leads me to wherever our next destination lies, I can't help but wonder what other changes lie ahead for us.