You feel your hips swaying, chest bouncing, and ears bobbing as you walk to the mirror. You look at yourself and see a slim built, voluptuous, white furred rabbit woman with long red head hair down to your upper thigh. You wiggle your nose, move your long ears through their full motion, and then arch your back and turn to the side to see your short but fluffy white tail wiggling behind you in the mirror. Then you say in a melodious singers voice, "Function tests successful. Sentience matrix fully engaged."
You realize that must have been some kind of autopilot. You realize you have the memories of the body you are in, but also the memories of the body you came from. They feel like they are in two different pools, or I guess databases, one of Jessica and one of Tyler. All of your previous memories seem to be there, clearer then you recall, like they are a refreshed copy.
You realize they are using your uploaded mind to make their robots move and function better, more lifelike. You take a look at your new memories and see that you are a model that does not get used that often due both to it's singer/entertainer specialty and lack of enough actors to run all the robots consistently. You can see all the way back to when Jessica was first turned on with clarity, but also know that when you are transferred back into your other body that your memories of clients will be reduced to just a pleasant feeling. Everyone had agreed this was the best way to recognize repeat patrons whoever might be in a robot at the time, and also keep the confidentiality of everyone involved intact. You also realize you are mainly using your Jessica memories and mannerisms though you are free to dip into your Tyler memories too.
Checking what seems to be an online schedule of your duties for the day you find that you are on maintenance duty today because the lounge has enough actors for the crowd present, and because you are an extra unscheduled person today you do not have a show to put on. Turning back to the alcove you came from you notice it is a black box with an open lid to it and a recess for you to rest in, it is also attached by cables to a separate black box you recall is a closet module. You walk towards the closet and enter. A series of arms pop out of the walls, first they braid your head hair, then bring over a pair of coveralls and a small tool belt. Once you are dressed you head to the hallway door to start your day. Both boxes are sized to fit through standard doorways upright with retractable wheels, though the closet needs to collapsed down into storage mode. You notice your cradle seems to have been placed in a storage closet once you are out in the hall.
First thing on your list is interface bed maintenance in the upload room. The units that need minor maintenance have a yellow fault light on the foot end of the beds, more serious maintenance will have a red light. You grab a cart, a couple of boxes of replacement bulbs, and a box of premixed nutrient packs and head to the room, hips swaying, almost seeming to dance as you walk.