This is crazy! What an effing world we live in nowadays? I just broke my arm, a tiny little fraction. You'd think they'd put it in a cast for a few days, right? Not! They replaced my whole damn arm. Cheaper, says the insurance. Cheaper, my ass!

Okay, I have to say it's quite a piece of tech. I can feel just the same. And I have a precision grip now in my fingers. And they won't beat me in arm wrestling anymore, hah! And being able to bend my elbow the other way may come in handy when I work on my car. But they didn't even ask me if I wanted this. And my real arm is already recycled, so I have no choice in returning the robot arm.

Ha! I finally found a good use for the fact I can grow my finger nails at will. Found this antique trunk in the dump shop. Still had one of these mechanical locks. It took me about ten minutes to figure it out, but growing my nail inside the lock, I could feel every little notch and adapt the shape of the nail, until I turned it, and the lock popped open. Maybe I can find one of these old fashioned safes now, and crack it. Who knows what I'd find.

Well, at first I thought the content of this trunk wasn't much. But I have to confess I was wrong. Some interesting clothes. Women's clothes. Like you'd see on these pictures on that internet they used to have. Sexy as hell, I have to agree. The material must be leather or rubber, I figure. All black.

I tried a piece on, it was tight as heck, don't really have the right body shape, I guess. But man, did I get hard from the way it was wrapped around my hips. Just not an option to jerk off, as I just couldn't reach my dick. But how did the girls that then in the past, when they got horny?

Well bummer. Lost my other arm too. My own fault I guess. I overestimated the strength I had in my robot arm, pulling down an old fashioned car engine. Automatically used my other arm to compensate, and the bones simply snapped in two. Oh well, I have to agree it was an inferior design compared to what I have now.

Isn't it funny? For years I managed without any robot part replacement. And now, in just a few days I got new arms, and now new legs as well. Stupid of me of course. I tried on what I AI-learned to be a hobble skirt. With stiletto heels. How the heck did they move around in that? I stumbled after two steps and broke my ankle. They said they could not just replace one leg, like they did at first with my one arm. Legs go in two's. Good thing about it? I walk in the hobble skirt now like I was born in it.

Props to whomever invented the motion control in these legs. I adapted my feet size to fit the shoes exactly, adding the arc to compensate for the six inch heels. Thinned out my legs just a bit to move around easier. And that stretched them slightly longer, which is quite sexy I have to say.

Messed it up good now. I finally figured out a way to jerk off, while wearing the leather hobble skirt. Just like my nails I flattened my fingers, so I could slide them between my skin and the waistband. Then I wrapped them around my dick and started pumping. It went fine for a couple of days, until I added my second hand in the mix. Scissored my junk right off, blood everywhere. Thank goodness for the AI, they had an ambulance here in 46 seconds. By then my scissor hands had shred my former dick already to pieces, as I tried to get them out of my skirt too quickly.

The insurance didn't want to pay for a new dick. They said I was better off with a new pussy anyway, given the fact I liked to wear the skirt. For once they were right. It came with hips and butt and all the works, so now I have a shape much better suitable for the skirts, both the leather and the rubber ones. They also AI-taught me how to turn my finger into a dildo shape, and my God, does this beat jerking off?

So I went out last night in my antique wear. Rubber skirt and top, fishnet stockings and stilettos. Got quite some looks, and found myself on the receiving side of a bunch of interested guys. Let's just say, I now know what a real dick looks like. And what a perfect control did I have over my new pussy. I squeezed every drop of goo from them. I have dates for the next couple of weeks. One in particular however convinced me to get a pair of breasts. He paid for it, and I have to say, my top really fits better now, that rubber is amazingly elastic.

So now I'm on my way to him, in the process of getting a facial. I figured he wanted more out of his "investment". It's a bit trickier than just limbs, I have to put my whole head inside a machine. I AI'd it, and they say it's safe, so here we go. I can feel them working on my nose, my lips, my eyes. I feel longer hair tickling down my shoulders. My AI connection is getting quite hot though, like they're downloading a ton of stuff into my brain.

Oh wait! I'm fully female now, I can't even remember my male name anymore. I'm Claudette, French maid to Master Jacques, who gave me my breasts. I owe him for that. Can't wait to get my lips around that monster cock of him.

AI says I'll be better off with a fuel cell, rather than these volatile heart and lungs. I concur. Comes with an AI style brain, so we no longer need blood. We concur. Downloading sex bot firmware. Master won't know what hit him...