"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" Jeeves asked again, his digital voice exactly the same as before.
Brian was losing patience. "No, damn it, shut up!"
"I am... sorry, Sir." Jeeves said. He returned his plastic head to a forward-facing position, making his usual servo-pneumatic whirring sound as he did.
Brian took a deep breath and reminded himself that soon this would all be worth it. He would be turning the most annoying male android he had ever seen into a technologically captivating andro-feminine robot beauty.
Jeeves was an old Model A2, made by the now defunct Up-Trend Corp. He was cheap two decades ago, and he was well out of date and out of fashion now. But the Model A2 robots were unlike almost any other androids still available because they were so easily modifiable.
Almost every aspect of an A2's behaviour and appearance could be altered. The face could be removed and swapped out for a new one. The chest could be removed, and then you could install one with tits as big as you pleased. You could change the voice and the default AI just as simple as changing the background on your phone.
Not only that, but you could still get working genitals for these things - male or female. Jeeves was as bare as a Ken doll between his legs right now, but Brian had already picked out something special to get installed there.
Of course, this whole project was to turn the horrible, unsightly Jeeves into a beautiful and fetching transsexual robot, so the bare flat chest would stay, while a big and always erect penis would be installed, along with a soft feminine robot voice and a pretty plastic face and hair to match.
Brian smiled at these plans in his head again. Jeeves whirred as he turned his robotic head stiffly to aim it at his owner.
"You appear to be in a better... better... better mood, Sir."
Brian rolled his eyes. "Jeeves, I told you to be quiet!" he snapped at the robot butler."
Jeeves said nothing more and returned to his original position, whirring and making a barely audible beep from inside his chassis.
The vehicle stopped outside the android service shop in the Red Light District. This was a really nice place to visit for a man like Brian. There were sexy, dolled-up androids everywhere. Robot prostitutes strolled around on the sidewalks, showing their synthetic skin, and flaunting tits, genitals, LED lights, and circuitry for potential customers. It seemed that every other building in this block was a brothel, where you could rent an android or two to fulfill your carnal or technological desires.
But that's not why Brian was here today. He went around to the other side of the autotaxi and got his robot butler out. The vehicle charged Brian's account as it drove away.
"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" Jeeves asked, in the same way that Brian was already thoroughly sick of hearing.
Brian just ignored him, and started walking into the building. It had the same garish pastel neon lighting that seemed to brighten the entire Red Light District. Since it was the evening, it was welcome, though.
Inside the shop was a desk with a rather nice looking female robot behind it. She must have been a receptionist.
"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" Jeeves asked again. Brian was counting down the minutes until this male personality could be wiped.
He walked up to the desk. "Hi, I have an appointment with Allie."
The robot girl made a kind of musical beeping tone, and looked at him. She was a glossy hard-shelled plastic humanoid robot, with hydraulics and conduits and wiring visible in some spots. But she was rather attractive, and her blue bob-cut wig was a nice touch.
"Yes, Brian, welcome!" she said, obviously optically recognizing him through software. "Allie is waiting for you in Lab 2. Just over to the right, sweetie!"
"Thanks..." he glanced at the nameplate on the desk "Marion."
Her eyes twinkled with sky blue LED light for him as she smiled.
"Follow me." Brian said to Jeeves as he walked down another hallway, and into Lab 2.
"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" The robot butler said again. He was ignored, again.
The door to Lab 2 slid open, and Brian looked inside to see a well-lit room with a reclining chair, a table, and a tall, statuesque android. He recognized her from a video call earlier in the week.
"Hi Allie." Brian said to her.
"Oh, hello Brian!" she said. "This must be Jeeves!"
Jeeves awkwardly stood still and looked forward just then.
"Yeah," Brian said. "I'm eager to get him wiped and changed into something sexier."
"Yes, of course, I understand." Allie said. "He's such an antique though! I haven't worked on an A2 in ages!"
"I'm just glad that you can at all. The first few places I contacted wouldn't work on an A2."
"Oh, it's going to be fun working on him! And you already picked out the replacement parts to turn him into your transgender sex robot."
"So, are we ready to begin?"
"Yes, I'll just get you to undress him for me, please."
"Right. Jeeves, undress."
"Yes Sir. I can do that for you, Sir."
The robot butler started whirring and clicking as his body moved in its limited way to undress itself. He wore a cotton one-piece jumpsuit that was patterned to look like a tuxedo. Kind of corny, but there hadn't been a need to replace it.
