“What the hell?” Chrissy chirped, as she was befuddled by the sight of four brightly colored, albeit very generic, relief stations sitting in her living room.  She was very confused since the overall shape of each station resembled her friends, except none of the stations that were delivered to her even remotely resembled the four she had brought into the laundromat. These four were featureless and completely coated in a slick layer of latex.

Looking each figure over, she thought about what to do next. Was this by chance her friends and the robots just simply misunderstood what Chrissy wanted them to do? Or were these completely different relief units and the laundromat REALLY misheard her.

Still pondering what to do next, Chrissy decides to take this time to restore her body back to her normal self after she realized she had spent the last few days as a Phoebe lookalike. So she set the Reshaper to her normal form and hopped in, let the machine go to work.  As she laid in the machine, she questioned what her next move was.

Stepping out of the Reshaper, Chrissy ran her hands through her curly red hair before jumping up and down, getting reacquainted with her tone, petite body, that had evaded her for so long. It felt incredible to her to finally be back to normal and she hoped it would stay that way for awhile.

Shortly after being restored to her beautiful golden dark skin, Chrissy had the Reshaper make her some tightly fitting, colorful athletic wear similar to what she used to wear back home. Once she had the snug fitting sports bra and leggings on and her new tennis shoes tied, she made her way back into the living room to confront the latex clad relief units that were sent to her. “Ok, Sara, Sammy, Aaron, and whoever the other one is, listen up. There’s a strong chance that it really is you four hidden beneath that colorful latex and that would be fantastic. However, there’s also the chance that I’m speaking to four inanimate relief units that the stupid robots at the laundromat sent me instead of the four of you. With that being said, I think the best decision for now is to take you four back to the laundromat and ask the service bots what happened, and if you four are truly my friends and not some cheap pieces of rubber.” She rubbed the side of the yellow relief unit, not realizing she was actually rubbing her girlfriend Sara, who was awash with pleasurable sensations from the soft caress.

So once again, Chrissy had the relief units loaded up and drove them down to the laundromat, hoping to get an good explanation.  As she arrived, a service bot once again helped her unload the four units and bring them into the facility, setting them down next to the front desk, where a frustrated Chrissy was marching towards a smiling service bot.

“Why hello there! How can I assist you today?” The robot asked happily.

“Hi. I came in here yesterday with four very human-like relief units hoping to get them cleaned and restored to pristine condition. However, the next day, I received these brightly colored relief units instead. So I was just wondering whether something happened yesterday, like perhaps a miscommunication or faulty machinery, that would have led to my units being turned into these latex beauties. Or was there a mixup and these aren’t even my relief units. I just want some answers is all, and any help would be appreciated.”

The service bot stared blankly at Chrissy processing her request. “Of course! I would be happy to assist. Now, may I ask what your name is?”

“My names Chrissy Barlow.”

“Thank you! Now, let me just scan the barcode on each of these relief units and I will be able to look up their history.” The service bot strolled around the service desk and bent over the back side of each latex relief unit so it could use a built in scanner in its face to scan the items and lookup their history. After the last scan, a sharp ding rang through the robot, as it moved back behind the counter to address Chrissy. “I am so sorry ma’am, but it appears you are right. We seemed to have given you the wrong relief units. These were delivered to us by a different customer yesterday, and it seems your two orders got mixed up.”  Chrissy was relieved to hear that it was just a simple mixup, however the service bot continued her speech. “Our deepest apologies. Please feel free to wait around as we sort out this error, or if you’d like, you can write down your delivery information, and once we retrieve your correct order details, we will have your units delivered to you immediately.”

Not wanting to take the chance a second time, Chrissy decided to stick around and wait for the bot to give her her friends back. So she found the closest bench near the front of the store and took a squat, hoping her wait wouldn’t be too long. However, as the minutes ticked by, Chrissy started getting impatient. An hour in and Chrissy was up out of her seat pacing, unable to sit still anymore.

As the sun started winding down, Chrissy decided she had waited long enough, and marched her way back to the front desk to demand that her friends be returned to her at once. As she approached the desk, the service bot spotted her approaching and cut her off before Chrissy could even begin her diatribe. “Oh goodness! I do apologize for such a long wait ma’am. Usually we would have mistakes like this resolved quickly. However, it seems that not only did your order get mixed up with someone else’s, but it has somehow been deleted from our systems entirely. We are doing everything in our power to find your order, but I again want to offer our deepest apologies for such an incredible inconvenience. In lieu of this  unfortunate situation, we here at the Handy Dandy offer to give you a full refund as well as brand new, state of the art Relief Units to replace your lost items. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?”

Chrissy was beside herself with anger. “Replacements! Seriously?! Those relief units were one of a kind, and you stupid robots went and lost them?!? To answer your question, no, I don’t want any replacement relief units. I want my original units back right now, and if you aren’t able to do that, then this conversation is going to get a whole lot worse.”

Seeing that Chrissy was one outburst away from blowing her lid, the perpetually happy looking service bot decided to deescalate the situation by agreeing to check in the back room one last time, just in case the missing units were hidden somewhere.

As the robot zipped to the back room, Chrissy took the moment to calm herself by taking a few deep breaths. As she slowly relaxed, her gaze fell upon the now abandoned service desk, where a computer sat unmanned, ready to be explored. She quickly flung her head back and forth, scanning for any robots that might be in the area. Fortunately for Chrissy, not a single robot was anywhere to be found. This was her moment to investigate the laundromats computer system to find out what really happened to her friends.

Stealthily, Chrissy creeped quietly around the desk and sat down in front of the computer, which showed a vast array of different orders, and what status they were in. Grabbing hold of the mouse, Chrissy scrolled through the orders briefly before spotting a search bar at the top. Using the bar, she tried typing her name in. Sadly, just like the robot said, not a single order appeared. Frustrated, Chrissy started thinking of any other words to search by. She typed in ‘relief units’, ‘relief stations’, ‘sex toys’, etc., but every key word she used, gave her the same result. The Four latex coated relief units she had returned earlier in the day.  Feeling hopeless, Chrissy desperately kept trying new keywords, hoping her friends would pop up, but she was never that lucky.

However, towards the end of her search she noticed that she could click on the four relief units that kept popping up, and see the name of who their owner was. Curious as to who would have placed an order for four relief units to be cleaned on the same day as she did, Chrissy clicked the link, only to be absolutely embarrassed and gutted to see that the owner’s name was ‘Phoebe’. “Damnit! I got caught up in the moment the other day that I must have signed my friends over to be cleaned as Phoebe. Why must this always happen to me?”

She slapped herself out of disgust, but was actually sort of relieved now.  Now that she knew what happened to her friends, she could try to find a way to rescue them. The thought did run through her head that she could simply go home and turn back into Phoebe briefly to get her friends back. However, having the order on the computer screen in front of her, and seeing edit options as well, she figured she could just switch the order over to herself in the system real quick and before she knew it, she would be walking out of the Handy Dandy with her four colorful friends in tow.

So as Chrissy began clicking around in the computer system, she saw a order history tab and clicked on it, interested in what it would say. To her surprise, there was just a couple of notes. The first stated that the laundromat attempted to contact Mrs. Phoebe several times regarding her relief units cleaning being completed, but never got ahold of her. The second talked about how the units were shipped to the incorrect address and were placed on hold until contact with Mrs. Phoebe could be made to determine the proper shipping address.

Upon seeing the last note, Chrissy got an idea. Instead of switching the order over to her, she could just ‘update’ the address in the system so they would be shipped back to the mansion again, and then from there she could restore her friends, easy peasy.  So Chrissy looked over the computer screen to see if there was any option to update the address and sure enough she found a drop down under the label ‘Change shipping information’.  As she was about to click the drop down arrow, the sound of swinging doors rang through the facility, attracting Chrissy’s attention. She looked over to where the noise came from and sure enough, it was the service bot that had been helping her all day.

Nervous of getting caught messing with there system, Chrissy hastily clicks the drop down arrow on the screen and sees a long list of address options.  She realized there had to be hundreds of address options in the system, so she continued to scroll while getting more and more uneasy about getting caught. As the service bot reached halfway to her, Chrissy finally finds the option she was looking for. The selection read ‘Previous Address’, which was perfect Chrissy thought. She could just set it to that and her friends would be reshipped to the mansion for her to restore.

Seeing the robot get closer and closer, Chrissy stops scrolling through shipping options, and frantically clicks at the option she wanted.  As she nervously waited for the system to update, another pop up appeared on the screen with a lengthy statement followed by a yes/no option. Thinking she is simply out of time, she ignores the message and quickly clicks the yes button, hoping that was just to confirm the update she made. After updating her information, Chrissy closed the software and quickly slinked back over to where she had been waiting previously, hoping that the incoming service bot didn’t see anything.

As the robot approached the counter, it stopped to address Chrissy regarding the missing relief units. “Hello again ma’am! So I went to the back rooms and checked in our inventory, and unfortunately it appears your relief units are still no where to be found. I’m so sorry for your loss. If we can help in anyway let us know.”

Chrissy started to work up some fake tears in response, “Thank you for at least looking. I really appreciate it. Oh by the way, I overheard some sort of alert a moment ago that sounded like it came from your computer there. Just figured I’d let you know.” She said with a grin.

The robot looked back at her computer and went around the desk to see what Chrissy was talking about.  After reading the notification, it  started typing away vigorously before hitting the enter button to activate whatever command it had just typed in. After that, the robot lifted its head up and stared straight ahead motionless, ready again to help any customers.

Annoyed and anxious, Chrissy once again approached the service robot. “Hi, hello again. It’s me from before.”

The robot smiled at Chrissy as if they hadn’t met before, “Oh Hello Chrissy. How may I serve you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I was just wondering what that notification you responded to was. Was it anything important?”

The robot continued blankly smiling at Chrissy, “Not really. The alert was to let me know that an order’s status was changed to ‘Send to Second-Party Vendor.’ So I followed procedure and sent a follow up alert to our storeroom to prepare the items in the order to be shipped to our second party vendor.”

Chrissy was petrified. She must have accidentally scrolled one to many times while selecting the shipping option, and now her friends were about to be sent somewhere else. Nervously, she followed up with the robot at the desk. “Umm, Second-Party Vendor? What does that mean? Are you talking about a different store?”

“Correct. The order will be packaged up and delivered within the day to our sister company, ‘Unique Boutique’, just a few blocks down from here.”

“And what does this ‘Unique Boutique’ sell typically?”

“Oh they sell all sorts of fun adult products, such as lingerie, perfumes, makeup, sex aides, and many more exciting products. However, I did notice that this order was designated as ‘Display Only’ so they will not be available to be purchased.”

Chrissy was a bit relieved to hear that her friends wouldn’t be put up for sale, but now she had a new dilemma. She had to find this other store and figure out a way to get her colorful relief station friends back. So she thanked the robot once again for helping her, and wrote down the address to the store that her friends were being shipped to and headed off, hoping to scope out the new facility before they arrived.

Chrissy decided it would be simpler to just walk to the new store so she anxiously strutted further into town hoping the store wasn’t some cheap retail store. After about 15 minutes, Chrissy finally arrived at the ‘Unique Boutique’ and it was not what. Grossly was expecting. Chrissy thought it might be a bit sleazy seeing as it was an adult store, but upon window shopping, Chrissy was blown away by how classy and well organized the store was. In the window was several beautiful mannequins displaying a variety of outfits ranging anywhere from evening gowns to sexy bondage gear.  Further in, Chrissy saw that there were several sections that the store was broken down into. The clothes were more towards the front of the store while some of the more exotic looking toys and outfits were a bit further back, but the store looked well kept and there were several customers looking around inside.

Now that she felt better about the quality of the store, she decided it was time to scan the window to see if she saw anything that resembled her friends. Unfortunately she didn’t see them from the windows, so she walked slowly down the sidewalk back towards the way she came, still glancing into the store, while not trying to look suspicious. As she reached the last window she let out a huff as she still didn’t see her friends. And so Chrissy made her way back towards her vehicle parked by the laundromat, and headed back to the mansion feeling a bit frustrated but not defeated. She knew her friends would be there on display the next day, so she just had to be patient and hope that everything would work out.

Meanwhile, at the Unique Boutique, Aaron’s little sister Angela, and her best friend Amy, were just finishing unload a couple of packages that had just arrived at the back of the store, including the package that Chrissy’s friends were in. “Ooh, I always get so excited when new shipments arrived. You just never know what to expect.” Angela said with excitement.

“I know. Some days it’s just more clothes, but other times it’s more interesting things.” Amy said as she ripped open the package in front of her, revealing four brightly colored relief units. “Eeh! And apparently today is one of those days.”