"What the fuck happened to my tits?" She took another step towards the boys, and noticed the boots adorning her legs. She started to ask "And what the fuck am I wearing?", but she stopped herself when she realized how good the boots looked on her.
As the two terrified boys continued to stare in silence, her attention went back to the weight on her chest. Her tits were starting to feel more comfortable; in fact, she began to wonder why they seemed strange to her before. She glanced at the mirror on Wayne's wall. Her face and hair were familiar, but the rest of her body seemed new; yet, it was becoming more and more natural to her as time passed. As she began to admire her incredible body, she tried to remember who she was, and how she had come to be in this strange bedroom.
Part of her knew that she used to be an actress called Kelley LeBrock. Those memories were strong when she first arrived here, but they were becoming hazy, almost like a dream.
Another set of memories were becoming stronger. Years ago she had been a cyber-genie called Lisa. The boys who had created her did the best they could with their 80's resources. Her intelligence had been filled with some kind of government database the boys had hacked; her physical appearance and sexual awareness had been created with what the boys had at hand, which was limited to a few magazine scans and music videos. She was sexy back then, but only in an 80's, "PG" kind of way. Oh, how the times had changed.
Her new creators had a resource that the original ones could only dream of. This "internet" gave her access to all facets of human knowledge: history, mathematics, philosophy, there was almost no limit. What was more amazing was that all of this great knowledge was only a small part of the internet. The vast majority was dedicated to pornography and eroticism. Her mind was surging with the entire universe of human sexuality: every x-rated movie, every erotic fashion, every single fetish that had ever been digitized was part of her now. She looked back on the old Lisa's memories as quaint, since she was now a XXX genie looking back at the PG version of herself. She was Lisa 2.0.
"Are... are you real?" Greg finally managed to stammer out, breaking Lisa's focus away from her reflection.
She smiled, raised her hands, and turned around slowly to let the boys admire her from every angle. "I'm completely real, thanks to you," the sexy Brit declared. "Now, then... which one of you chose the cheerleader theme? Or would you prefer something else?"
Thu Jan 03 01:59:16 2008