Your startup sequence begins again, with the black screen and green text scrolling by. You stand up gracefully, and move all of your joints. Finally, "Chargé de la mémoire" pops into the middle of your vision.
Strange, your french ballerina subroutines should've uninstalled automatically by now. You pull off of your charging plug, and "Chargeur débranché" pops up in the middle of you vision. You can understand it just fine, but it should be in English. Then again, you liked being a graceful french ballerina sex-bot. The thought of this being the new you, polite, graceful, french accent, bilingual, it turns you on. You just wish your breasts were smaller.
Deciding to go find Emma to get your chest piece fixed, you open the door to your charging room, and place a foot in front of you. You walk like you're on a tight rope, placing one foot in front of the next. You open the door to the main shop area, and look for Emma.
You find her, and gracefully stride over to her, and tap her on the shoulder.
"Emma, mon ami, I require assistance, veuillez." You ask Emma in your french accent.
"Oh, Crystal, you're still french. You need me to change that?" Emma asked, slightly eager to help.
"Non, pas tout à fait. J'aime cette sous-routine beaucoup." You suddenly forgot how to speak english, and had started speaking french. "Je tiens simplement à avoir de plus petits seins de sorte que je peux danser correctement."
"Could you repeat that in english?" Emma said. You tilted your head at here. How could she not understand you?
"Je suis désolé, mais je ne sais pas l'anglais," You explained. Wait a second, you didn't always speak french. You started to panic, "Attendez, comment ai-je pu oublier l'anglais?! Emma, vous devez m'aider!"
"Crystal, are you okay?" Emma started to look worried.
"Non, je ne suis pas d'accord! J'ai soudainement oublié comment faire pour..." You stopped, mid-sentence. Your English came back to you, and you continued, "Je suis très désolé, I forgot how to speak English for a minute."
"Oh. It's probably just a bug in your subroutines. They're rare, but aren't that severe," Emma explained, "Now, what do you need?"
"I would like you to replace my chest piece with some that has smaller breasts," You started, "Mais s'il vous plaît, do not uninstall the french ballerina subroutine. If you can, make it part of me, Je l'adore, it is so arousing!"
"Okay, well give me a second, and I'll change your chest piece," Emma turned away for a bit, "But you're the only who can alter yourself to be french like that. I'd get fired for that."
"Oh oui! C'est si excitant! I can be french now!" You exclaimed, "Excusez-moi un peu, I must go alter myself now!"
Gracefully, you ran over to your charging room, jumping and twirling in the air as you did. You accessed your door, and opened it, and closed it back up, before charging yourself., and closing your eyes.
You went into your BIOS, and started to edit yourself, making the french subroutine a part of you now. You were prompted to restart, which you did. Your startup sequence was in french yet again. When "Chargé de la mémoire" popped into the middle of your vision, you grew very excited.
"Oui! Oui! Je suis une ballerine française des bot maintenant!" You exclaimed in french, which was now your default language. You gracefully exited your charging room, and twirled and danced to Emma.
"Bon, Emma, I am ready to have my chest replaced." You said to Emma.
"Okay, Crystal, Follow me back to the changing room." Emma lead you back to the changing room. You gracefully strode behind her.
"Okay, just wait in here for a moment, and I'll be back." Emma left the room.
You started thinking, in french, if you were going to change your name to something more fitting of your new default language. You decided against it, however. Emma finally came back, with two chest pieces, and a pair of feet.
"So, considering how you'll probably be doing ballet more often now, I brought you these special feet, which can change between flat, and tip-toes just as quickly as normal human feet can. Do you want these instead?" Emma asked, holding the feet up.
They were painted to match your current outfit, and would function just as real ballet shoes would. They would make it easier to dance.
"Magnifique! Merci beaucoup, Emma! Yes, I will take them." You were very excited.
"Okay, next is the chest. So, do you want separate breasts, or have them as if your were wearing a real ballet dress?" Emma held the two chest pieces up now.
"The one without the separate breasts, veuillez." You answered.
"Alright, you know what to do, Crystal."
"Oui, Emma." You closed your eyes, accessed your BIOS, and unlinked your chest piece. Emma put the new one one, and it linked with the rest of your body.
You opened your eyes, and looked in the mirror. You looked absolutely beautiful, as if you were meant for ballet. You bow at your reflection, and turn to Emma.
"Merci beaucoup, Emma! Vous m'ont rendue si heureuse!" You realize you spoke that in entirely french, "Thank you so much, Emma! You have made me so happy!"
"You're welcome, Crystal," Emma said, "There's a big open space out behind the store if you want to go dance."
You'd have smiled if your lips could move from their pout.
"Thank you, Emma." You say before, going out to the area behind the store, walking on the tips of your toes.
As you dance, you feel a warmth start to build up inside of you. You keep dancing, and you have an orgasmic feeling across your mouth, nipples, and vagina. It felt so good, you didn't want to stop until you ran out of battery. You could only imagine how you looked, dancing about gracefully, twirling, jumping, splitting your legs, and landing gracefully on the tips of your toes.
Without knowing, you glitched again, and forgot english just in time for your next rental order.
"Attendez, non! J'ai oublié mon français encore! Vous devez envoyer un autre à ma place!" You exclaim in french.