The machine sat on the desk, plugged into the power socket beneath the
window. You and your friends, Kyle and Brian, stood around it. "What
should we do with it?" Kyle asks.
"Let's make girlfriends for all of us!" Brian explained. It was a
tempting idea, the hot tub they installed was meant to be a chick
magnet, but so far hadn't worked.
You frown. "And where do they come from? They just pop up out of thin
air?" You ask sceptically.
"You don't actually expect this to work, do you Tom?" Brian laughed.
"We;; just enter in the data to see what our dream girls look like,
for shits and gigs."
You agree with a nod, and gesture for him to go first. You can't see
exactly what he entered, but you know he has a thing for redheads with
modest breasts and curvy bodies.
Kyle came next, and he is your natural, red blooded male who wants a
busty blond barbie to step through the door.
Finally you step up to the machine. Brunettes are more your type of
thing, so you select long, dark brown hair, you give her large, firm
breasts, but not of ridiculous proportions like Kyle had. You give her
a plump ass, long, bronzed legs and sharp green eyes.
"We have to give them names." You say.
"And clothes." Kyle chips in.
Seeing as you're already at the machine you enter in Kelly Smith, as
her name and dress her tight denim short shorts, a tight black singlet
and wicker platform heels to boot.
"I need to take a piss." You announce before excusing yourself and
going to he bathroom. The previous owner of the apartment had glued
the toilet seat down, making you think she was obviously a female.
Given that, you have no choice to sit down. Little did you know,
outside, Brian had hit apply.