It had been two days since you were first transformed, and started renting yourself out. You've found that your total battery life, with normal usage, is a whole week. You've been enjoying using yourself to play some of your favorite games, and since you're now essentially a super-intelligent artificial intelligence, you've found that you're extremely good at the games. You've also had fun looking at the code of the games.
You've also been exploring your body some more, and out of curiosity about your cooling system, you've found 3 fans in the back of your head, and in a second pair in between your shoulder blades. You figure that you run on liquid cooling, since being air-cooled would be very inefficient.
While you were browsing through the internet, you were sent a notification that you were being rented out to someone, and that you needed to go to shipping. Your door opened on its own, and you walked out of your charging room. You were also sent details of what the client wanted. Your renter was name "James Attins", and he lived out in New York City, so, shipping would take 3 days. He was into ballerinas and big boobs, and was going to have you for a whole week.
"Crystal? You're the sex-bot being rented out?" You opened your eyes to find that you'd stopped, and saw that one of the shipping workers was talking to you. You saw a charging bay that looked just the one you had in your charging room.
"Yes, I'm Crystal." You answered.
"I'm supposed to do a couple physical and digital modifications to you before you're shipped out," He said, "First, I'm gonna install a ballerina external package, which will make you look more like a ballerina sex-bot, and ill install a subroutine to give you a french accent."
"Okay, what do I need to unlink, then?" You ask, already knowing what you need to do.
"Everything." He states bluntly
"Okay, give me a second then." You close your eyes, and go into your BIOS, and unlink everything. You keep your eyes closed, as your normal parts are taken away to be stored, and your new parts are installed, and linked to each other. You opened your eyes, and wanted to see yourself.
"Can I get a mirror? I want to see what I look like." You requested.
"Yeah, gimme a sec, we got one laying around here somewhere." The shipping worker said, slightly annoyed. He brought a full-body mirror in front of you, and you could see yourself.
The first thing you noticed was your change of outfit. You had a tutu on, and a pink strapless dress painted on above that. You looked yourself down, and saw that your primary color had changed from white to flesh color. Your legs were white, as if you were wearing tights, with your legs having no breaks, or apparent joints, as well as being longer. Your 8-inch platforms had been replaced with ballet heels, but without the heels. You looked like you were constantly on your toes, but you didn't feel like you were. You had painted on ballet shoes as well, with the straps going up to your knees.
You had a wig of brown hair on, which was put up in a bun. You looked at your face, and saw that you no longer had a sex-doll-like mouth, instead having pursed lips, which were pained a deep red. However, you could open these to suck on your renter's penis still, which you were happy about. Your eyes were the same, except that they glowed blue now. Your eyeshadow was now a deep purple, and your blush was now blended in more. You still had your long, full, curly eyelashes, which had changed colors from pink to black. You face was also more narrow, and your nose was smaller.
Then, the thought crossed your mind, and you change your right hand to the feature installed on it. Your small, slender hand slid on the front of your forearm, and out came a latex tube, which you knew was to simulate a hand-job. You changed it back to your hand, and noticed you had pink nails painted on both hands.
All of your plugins were still there, your power indicator still glowed pink to indicate you were on. Above that, you still had your USB ports, and most importantly, you still had your charging port.
"Okay, you've had enough to time to oggle at yourself in the mirror. Go ahead and get into your charging dock so we can get that subroutine installed, and get you shipped out." The shipping work impatiently ordered.
Not wanting to wait any longer, you went over to the charging bay, your internal gyroscopes still re calibrating to your new feet. You leaned back into it, until your display indicated that you were charging. The shipping worker handed you the USB with the subroutine on it that would turn you into a ballerina sex-bot. You opened your USB panel just above your power indicator, and plugged it in. Your eyes closed, and you could hear the sounds of you being boxed up.
Your BIOS menu had come up, with a window showing installation progress of your new subroutines. Curious as to what your new subroutines would be, you opened the files to see what they were. They would make you more graceful in your movements, make you able to walk properly on the tips of your toes, give you knowledge of how to dance ballet, make you more obedient, give you the ability to speak french, and give you a french accent. After 12 hours, the subroutines finished installing, and you were prompted to shut down, which you did.