A teen, he couldn't be older than 16-17 years old, he had a tall,slim build that would be good for running. “Um...hi...” he half-mumbled, “I'm Wes...”. You stare at him with a confused look on your face. “Why am i here?” you ask. “Oh yeah, i'm...not very good at...um how should i say this...social interaction...” he said, scratching the back of his head. “And i don't really have friends, either...so i heard about this place that can make people into robots...cyborgs, if you will... and so i decided to order one of you, hoping to meet a new friend, and so... here you are.” He smiled. You look at him, surprised. “O-ok then, but then, why me?” “Because you were the newest model, as well as the only one available” Wes explained. “All right then, but what about normal life?, what about my big dick?, as if if to accent his last point, his dick went half erect. Wes smiled,“don't worry, i got you on the clothes part, revealing a black t-shirt and matching shorts. “you can wear these” he said, “as for normal life, maybe you don't know this, but there is a lot more cyborgs like you out there”. “Right” you say. “So there could be others like me at your school?” “Yes.” Wes said. “So, will you be my friend?” “Yeah, who knows, it will be fun!” You and Wes smile, “so what do you want to do now, friend?” You...