(Part 3 of 6)
Life at Wise Automation was a far different world than the one Camille Smith was accustomed to. Her days were filled with odd exercises and evaluations, interviews and planned excursions. Squads of green-jumpsuited staff members catered to her needs and guided her from activity to activity. It made her feel like an astronaut in training or the star of a big show.
Her room was small but comfortable and had its own attached bathroom. The dorm she shared with three other women had a luxurious common bath and a lounging area with kitchenette and bar. The other ladies were tall and beautiful and statuesque. She was afraid they'd think she was beneath them but they were actually quite friendly with her. More friendly than they were with each other, she thought.
Her roommates were in different stages of the process so during the week she interacted with them only in the evening and at meal times. The meals were delicious and satisfying though she knew her diet was designed for a deep calorie deficit. She saw the results, too, in the mirror and in the repeated alterations that were made to her data suit.
She wore the data suit several times a week. It recorded her body in motion, at rest, and even while she slept. Every morning she would be led to perform a series of poses that reminded her of yoga. But the poses were overtly sexual and outright obscene at times. It was good exercise though and made her feel strong.
On days when she didn't wear the suit she did the poses nude inside a brightly-lit ring of high-definition cameras. It intimidated her at first, being constantly filmed. But after the first week she hardly noticed the watchers and when she did it made her feel good. She was starting to believe that people might actually find her attractive.
The part she liked the least were the stretching exercises. These weren't like yoga poses. The goal here was to stretch her womanly parts. It started with her vagina. For a week she was subjected to increasingly large dildoes, sometimes holding them inside her, more often having them drilled into her.
The following week the large dildoes were replaced with multiple smaller ones -- first two at a time, then three. She asked why this was all necessary.
"They're smart devices," the pretty young technician told her. "We want to know what you feel like, inside, when you are stretched to the point of optimal pleasure."
"What if the fellow is larger than optimal for me? Or much smaller?" She asked.
"The internals will be scaled to suit the client. However big he is will be perfectly sized for his copy of your model. And it will feel just... like... you."
Subsequent weeks had Cammie repeating the process with her rectum. She dreaded this part but found it to be not so bad.
"It actually feels good when you do that," she told the technician, a young man during this phase. "You have a very gentle touch."
"Thank you," he replied. "We do try to make this as enjoyable an experience as we can."
"I wish my husband had your attitude. He is not very patient, I'm afraid."
A concerned look came over the technician's face. "That's not good. Would you like for a counselor to assist him with tutorials on how to make it better for you?"
"You would do that?"
"Of course." The young man smiled warmly. "You're a partner now. We want you to be healthy and happy in every way."
The strangest weeks of stretching involved Cammie's mouth and throat. She was made to orally pleasure the dildoes in a variety of ways. She was surprised to learn that she could "deep throat" like a porn star. She thought how much Edwin would like that when she got home. Then she thought that maybe that was something she would keep to herself.
After learning to pleasure two penises at a time, grateful they didn't ask her to try three, Cammie was presented with an artificial vagina to practice on. This made her uncomfortable but it made sense that some of the clients would be women. After she learned to eat pussy like an expert she was then presented with an ass, complete with artificial anus.
"Do people really do this?" She asked after tonguing the ass vigorously for an hour.
"You'd be surprised what people get up to," laughed the mannish older woman who was the technician for this phase.
There were no exercises or evaluations on the weekend. The ladies were free to relax and take advantage of the facilities. At least once each weekend they were treated to an outing - concerts, glamorous parties, trips to the beach or mountains. A stone-faced bodyguard accompanied each of them on these outings which were supervised by a sharp-eyed matron.
Cammie's most memorable outing was to the race track where they were taken for rides in exotic sports cars. She never understood why cars like that were considered sexy until she went from zero to a hundred and forty in one. The outings she liked the least were to sporting events since Carter Wise would inevitably show up and try to attach himself to her. The other ladies took it all in stride. This was normal to them. It was how they lived.
Periodically during the program, one of the ladies would graduate and a new one would move in to replace her. One time the replacement was a beautiful young man. Cammie knew there were homme-borg models, not as many as femmes. He fit right in with the other ladies, being from their world. But he was stiffly formal with Cammie. She didn't take it personally. She knew by now that not everyone liked the same cup of tea.
The interviews were Cammie's favorite part of the process. She would spend hours talking with various men and women on every topic under the sun. She quickly learned to ignore the cameras and microphones that recorded her from every angle while they talked... while she talked, that is. For what seemed like the first time in her life, people were interested in what she had to say. They only interrupted her to ask her additional questions. It was a novel feeling for her.
