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 Title: Sex Doll For Order (Work In Progress)
Author: Airimis (m_19yr_old@hotmail.com)
Keyword: Mf, cons, slow, mc

   Chapter 1

   It seems that when life should be good, it isn't and when it shouldn't
be good, it is.  I didn't understand how things could turn out so screwed
up and I guess I was naïve about a lot of the things that happen out in the
world, but I was about to get a huge wakeup call that would change my life.


   I didn't have much of a life.  That is to say that there wasn't much
interesting about me or my life.  I was at the nice age of twenty-seven,
single, money enough that I didn't have to worry about much, and unhappy as
ever.

   Believe it or not, I won the lottery when I was twenty-one.  I was fresh
out of college with a business degree and not a clue what I was going to do
with it or my life.  I bought a lottery ticket every week after I turned
eighteen.  I didn't win the multi-millions or anything.  It was simply two
hundred thousand, I was rich my family's standards.  Having enough business
sense, I invested in property and have since turned it into a dozen rental
properties that I take care of when they need it, but mostly I sit back and
people pay me.  It takes care of all my expenses and then some.  I now have
a hefty bank account that I honestly have no plans for, and with a dozen
properties in good shape, I really don't feel the need to keep buying more.


   Unfortunately, I found that money wasn't everything.  I gave my parents
a good amount when I first won the lottery and even ten grand each to my
brother and sister.  I tried to make it clear to my siblings that just
because I had a little money did not make me their personal bank department
or loan officer.  Neither of them was very good with money.  I even offered
to try to help them invest it, but they squandered it quickly and came to
me for another hand out as soon as they were done having fun.  When I
refused them, they quickly shunned me.  My parents and I were still on good
terms, but because they didn't want to make my brother and sister mad and
not see their grandchildren didn't want to get into the fight.  After a few
years, I started going to my parents after or before the holidays to visit
as to not create the tension that was between my siblings and me.

   My girlfriend in college that had broken up with me for one of my
friends came back acting like she was interested in me after she found out
that I had money.  She was the lesson that taught me the problems that
money really creates.  I believe that she loved me.  I know that I loved
her.  But her love was only there as long as she was able to spend my
money. I found out after two years that she never was really interested in
me.

   From then on, I always looked at people differently if they knew my
financial situation.  I wasn't rich, but for the area, I was much better
off than most people.  I took up residence in a house I had built in
Missouri in a rural area.  There was a highway nearby and all of my
properties were within a forty-five minute drive.  I started pulling away
from people until I really was alone.  My money had created a wall between
friends and me.  The only few friends I had were well off like I was.  That
was one of the ways that I didn't feel like they were out to try to get
money from me.

   At that point, I thought about buying friends.  For a while I did.  Not
literally, but I would go to the local bars, drink, buy drinks for people
there and have fun, but at the end of the night, when the drinks quit
flowing, I found that the friends weren't there, either.

   I drank at home.  I was so lonely.  My house was stocked and furnished.
I even had a guest room furnished and that depressed me more than anything.
A part of me hoped that someday I would have a friend that would need a
place to stay and I wouldn't feel as lonely.  But years of it staying
empty, just reminded me of how alone I really was.

   I had tenants.  I even trusted a few of them, but I knew that they
associated me because it was business.  I was friendly and I would get
several invites from them and their families through the year.  It was a
nice way to socialize and I believe they genuinely liked me, but at the end
of the day, my depression told me that I was still only in their lives for
business purposes.

   I would go out with the occasional girl.  Some seemed nice.  I was
burned way too bad by my college girlfriend to really trust them completely
and in the end I would unconsciously sabotage the relationship.  I thought
about fostering or adopting children to add to my life.  Then I would think
of how lonely I really was and would reject bringing anyone my lonely
world.

   So by twenty-seven, I had money, income, education, and was the saddest
person that I think I had ever known.  That was until a delivery changed my
life forever.

   It was a summer Tuesday.  I was working on my computer.  I had always
liked music, computer games, and loved playing on the internet.  There I
could be anything or anyone and no one had to know who I really was.  It
was kind of freeing.  Then someone rang my doorbell.

   I went an opened it and there was a delivery driver.  He was in a
uniform like a UPS and even had a delivery truck similar to a UPS or mail
truck, but I didn't recognize the logo on the side of it or the one on his
shirt that said "AHS".

   He looked friendly enough as he looked to his clipboard and looked at
me. "Good afternoon, are you Tom Hardin?"

   "Yes," I said as I noticed a young girl behind him.  She was cute with
long blonde hair and very light skin.  She was in a blue and white school
girl uniform and clutched a matching backpack across her chest with both
arms.  I guess it must be `bring your daughter to work' day or something,
although the delivery driver had a darker complexion so she must have taken
her looks from her mother.

   "I have a delivery for you if you could just sign here," he said has he
turned the clipboard to me and there was an electronic part of it for me to
sign.

   I signed it wondering what it could be.

   I liked to order things online.  Amazon, Best Buy, Wal-Mart and E-bay
knew my address well.  I mentioned that I had money in the bank so when I
would get drunk on Friday or Saturday nights I would often order stuff
without thinking and be surprised when it arrived later not remember
ordering it at all.  For that reason, I blocked all the home shopping
networks from the television.  I found that they were too much of a
temptation when I was drinking as well.  For some reason when I was
drinking I seemed to think that material possessions would bring me
happiness when I should have been just going to bed.

   So not knowing what the delivery was didn't surprise me.

   He handed me a large manila envelope and I could feel several papers and
even what felt like a book or magazine in it.  My mind instantly popped up
`Porn'.  When I was drunk, I would frequently visit porn sites. 
Occasionally I would order a magazine, DVD, or device that I would regret
later when it arrived.  When I was drunk it seemed like a good idea.  Oh,
well.

   He turned to the girl behind him that looked to be about twelve to
fourteen.  He put his hand on the back of her neck crouching down to her
level.  "Amanda, this is Tom Hardin," he told her.

   That's when she really looked up at me.  Her face was pretty much
neutral.  It didn't show any interest or shine in her eyes.  I guessed her
Dad's job must really bore her or she had to do this as a grade for summer
school or something because her heart really didn't look interested in
anything.

   I guessed that she was supposed to be friendly to the people that he was
making deliveries.  Maybe he was trying to get her over some shyness by
introducing her to strangers.  I didn't know.

   I smiled at her.  I had always liked kids.  I was really good with them.
I even considered going into teaching for a short time.  I had fun with my
niece and two nephews when I occasionally got to see them.  "Hi, Amanda," I
said catching her name from the driver.

   "Hello," she said flatly back.

   I guess she was really shy.  There wasn't really any tone to her voice.
It was as neutral as her facial expression.

   The delivery man turned back to me and stood up.  "Have a nice day and
enjoy."

   "Have a nice day," I said as I started looking at the thick envelope
that was in my hands.  I didn't recognize the sender: Adult Home Services.
It sounded like a porn company if I had ever heard of a politically correct
one. I heard the delivery truck start up as I still was at my door and
looked up.  Amanda was still standing in the same spot.

   "Hey!" I yelled as I moved past her down the porch steps.  He start
moving around my circle drive way.  I couldn't see the driver because I was
on the passenger side.  I waved my arms and shouted for him that he forgot
Amanda, but he was pulling out on the blacktop in seconds and driving away.

   "Worst parent ever!" I thought to myself as I walked back up to my
house. Amanda had turned around and was watching me.  I was surprised that
she hadn't run screaming for her Dad.  He would probably get two miles down
the road and realize that she wasn't in the truck with him and then be back
apologizing to me and her.  I walked back up the steps and she looked at me
flatly.  Her face was neutral.  I thought she would be devastated to be
left somewhere with a stranger but she didn't seem to react at all.  The
way she watched me was a little unnerving, too.  She didn't watch the truck
pull off, but kept her attention on me.

   "Amanda, I'm sure he'll figure out what happened and be back soon," I
said trying to be comforting.  She just stared at me blankly still
clutching the backpack to her chest.

   Wow, what a tough kid, I thought.  If my parent would have left me at
that age, I would have freaked out.  Maybe her Dad has ADD or something and
this is a regular occurrence.  I felt sorry for her if it was.  I walked
back inside the house and she remained on the porch watching me.  "Why
don't you come in instead of staying out in the heat while we wait?" I said
to her.  She walked through the door and into my spacious living room. 
"You can have a seat and watch T.V.  or something if you like."

   "Thank you," she said, but it still had no emotion with it.  She sat
down on the sofa.  She looked around but didn't turn on the television. 
She seemed perfectly calm.  Somehow that bothered me.  She wasn't asking
questions, fidgeting, or even nervous to be in a strange man's house.

   "What's your name?" I asked figuring that I might have to call the
company and get a hold of her Dad and tell him where he left his daughter
if he really did have ADD this bad.

   "Amanda Hardin," she said looking at me.

   I'm sure the name on the man's shirt was a different last name, but the
fact that she just used my last name as her own sent up red flags in my
mind.  I was getting a little nervous.  I shook my head.  "Who's your Dad
so I can call him?"

   "You are.  Tom Hardin," she said looking directly at me.

   I was speechless.  This had to be some kind of joke.  Maybe it was some
kind of `To catch a predator' thing or `Most lame practical jokes' or
something.  Leaving a young teenager at a stranger's house and having her
to claim to be yours isn't my idea of a joke.  "Seriously," I said losing
my friendly tone.  "What is going on?  Why did he leave you here?"

   "I am yours," she simply said without hesitation or emotion.

   I was stunned.  "Stay right here, please," I said and walked back over
to the counter where I put the thick envelope that the driver delivered and
opened it.  I poured the contents out on the counter and there was plenty.

   The first to catch my eye was a thick manual that said, "Sex Doll
Instruction Manual".  I quickly skimmed through the other papers.  One was
a birth certificate with the name "Amanda Rene Hardin" printed on it.  The
other looked to be adoption paperwork with her and my name printed on it,
included was my address and social security number on several of the pages.
Each item had seal stamps on them and looked very official.  Included was a
social security card with her full name on it and my last name.  There was
also a medical record, but it didn't have much in it.  It was labeled
"Amanda R.  Hardin" as well.

   I was still stunned.  There was an invoice included that looked similar
to any package that a person would receive.  It said:
From: Adult Home Services
To: Tom A.  Hardin
Included:

   1 Sex Doll (Female - age 14) 2 Outfit - School Girl Uniform 3 Outfit -
Swim Suit 4 Outfit - Lingerie 5 Instruction Manual 6 Legal Paperwork 7
Limited 1 year warrantee

   Total Payment in full of $15,000 processed.  For any questions, please
go to our website and be sure to have your invoice number.

   "Oh my god," I whispered.  I remembered something close to this.  A few
weeks ago I was drunk and got linked on a porn site to a site that could
order sex stuff.  I was drunk and remembered ordering a sex doll, but I
assumed it was some kind of blow up doll or something.  I vaguely remember
adding the options for the outfits, but I thought it was a plastic doll. 
Also, I remember the price being $150.  This price had a few more zeros on
it.  The price wasn't the shocker as I realized that somehow I had ordered
a teenage girl!

   Chapter 2

   My mind couldn't accept this.  It still had to be a joke, a very bad
joke.  You can't buy kids on the internet, could you?

   I went to the computer with the invoice and went to the website.  There
was a place to live chat with a support specialist.  As soon as I put in my
invoice number that was printed on the paper, a chat window popped up.



   HELLO, MY NAME IS TY5866.  HOW CAN I HELP YOU TODAY?

   I typed, "Yes, I think there has been some kind of huge mistake with my
order."

   I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.  I WILL DO WHAT I CAN TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT FOR
YOU.  MY RECORD SHOWS THAT DELIVERY FOR YOUR DOLL IS SET FOR TODAY.  WHAT
SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?

   I looked over my shoulder at the calm girl sitting on my couch watching
me just to make sure I wasn't crazy.  I typed.  "I received a TEENAGE
GIRL!!!!"

   I'M SORRY.  MY RECORDS SHOW THAT YOU ORDERED A FEMALE.  WAS IT SUPPOSED
TO BE THE MALE MODEL?

   My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.  I typed, "I really think there is
something wrong with this picture," hoping someone with a camera would
knock on my door and shout "Got Ya" or something because I was so not
laughing.

   I have always respected and cherished kids.  They are not something to
be played with or taken for granted.  And if I was reading this right, they
are definitely not something you sell on the internet.  My anger started to
show because I had so had enough of this bad practical joke.

   DID YOUR MODEL COME DAMAGED, IF SO, WE CAN CORRECT THE MISTAKE OR WE CAN
REPLACE IT IF YOU WISH?  WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM WITH YOUR DOLL?

   I almost lost it.  This guy didn't see a thing wrong with this.  I
typed, "Never mind.  She's fine." Then I closed the chat window and looked
at the site a little more.  After looking closely at it, it was a little
misleading, but it said sex dolls for purchase.  It let you put in your
preferences.  I thought this was the single most horribly offensive thing I
had ever seen.  I didn't look at it closely when I was drunk, but I thought
I was ordering a blow up doll then.

   I turned around and walked back over to Amanda.  "Can you tell me about
yourself?"

   She looked at me and then slowly shook her head.  "I can't remember."

   "Can you tell me who your parents are so I can help you get back to
them?" I asked sitting down carefully beside her.  I figured she must be
scared, but she kept her calm resolve and didn't let any emotion show.

   "Tom Hardin," she repeated my name again.

   A thought went through my mind.  Could she be a robot?  I know we have
come a long way in robotics, but she looked like a normal girl: blue eyes,
soft straight blonde hair, everything looked exactly the way a person
looked.  I hoped that somehow that this thought could be true.  I reached
over and touched her bare arm: flesh, warm soft skin.  I gave her the
smallest pinch (not hard enough to hurt) and she cried out "Ouch," and
pulled from me, but remained sitting on the couch.  Okay, she wasn't a
robot.

   I went back over to the counter and grabbed the manual.  I started
quickly skimming over the material in it and it was extensive.  I offered
her a drink or something to eat and she said she was fine so I let her sit
on the couch while I quickly read the fifty plus page manual.

   It was absolutely horrific, but it was very detailed and explained
everything.  It said that the Doll (Amanda) was currently a blank slate. 
She would imprint on the buyer upon delivery and at that point follow
commands only.  The exception of orders that would be followed would be if
it involved hurting someone else or situations that would put her life in
danger.  It stated that she was a living breathing person and had needs.

   The manual said that the dolls underwent extensive neurological
conditioning and they would never remember life before delivery other than
a faint memory of being adopted.  They were conditioned to never be able to
leave the one they imprinted on or disobey direct commands from them in
this personality mode.  There were personalities preprogrammed into them.
Each one was activated by a code phrase and the imprinted person must be
touching the back of the doll's neck.  The personalities varied greatly. 
All of them went into a lot of detail but as I skimmed them, this is what I
got out of it.

   Robot mode (that's seriously what they called it), that the doll would
mechanically follow orders without any emotion.

   Submissive, the doll would be dominated by the imprinted one and be
fearful of disappointing them.  Also, the doll would take any praise or
criticism very sensitively.

   Good child experience, the doll would act as if they were a happy,
affectionate child in the home.  They would still be open to sexual acts,
but that would feel that they strengthen the bond to the imprinted person.
They would strive to make the imprinted person happy.

   Bad child experience, the doll would act out; disobey set rules in the
hopes of getting punished.  Only with continued physical punishment and
discipline will the doll act accordingly.  This type craves correction and
physical stimulation but will continually push boundaries.

   Seductive, the doll will assume the role of seducer to the imprinted. 
They have been preprogrammed with tactics and behaviors, but can adapt and
find what is most seductive to the subject.

   Baby, (this one seems incredibly perverted to me) this mode made the
doll as helpless as an infant and required every need to be taken care of
by the imprinted person, including feeding, dressing, diapers, and bathing.
The doll would have the ability to walk upright but would still crawl
around occasionally.  The doll could only communicate using sounds but only
simple words or phrases.

   At the bottom it said that these personalities were generic and as the
doll builds experiences, the personalities would change accordingly.  In
short, Amanda could adapt.

   There were several more but they got even weirder.  I skimmed and
stopped on a page marked "Important Must Read": The dolls are programmed
for sex.  That is the primary function of the doll in most cases.  Warning:
the sex drive of the doll has been adjusted.  It is recommended that the
dolls have sexual release (orgasm) regularly at least every 72 hours (three
days) to avoid complications.  Their emotions are tied to sexual acts. 
They cannot attain orgasms by their own means even if commanded.  The
imprinted subject must participate for sexual release.  No substitutions.
The doll is can go up to seven days without sexual release, but this
usually causes changes in the personality programming and results are
unpredictable.

   If the imprinted subject is disabled, dead, permanently unable, or
unwilling to participate in the sexual release of the doll, please notify
the company to retrieve the doll because this can cause permanent mental
damage to the doll.

   If there are personality traits present that are not consistent with the
preprogrammed personalities, activate Robot Mode and then the desired
personality.  If abnormalities continue, please contact the company for
reconditioning of the doll.

   I shook my head disbelieving what I had read as I looked back over at
the blonde Amanda sitting still on my couch.  She had been there for some
time and not moved or said a word.  I could see her breathing so I was
convinced she was alive, but just looking at me.

   So now I was supposed to believe that she had gone through some kind of
brain washing?  And had a sex drive that if not taken care of would hurt
her if she didn't have sex or at least the equivalent every three or four
days?

   It was too much for me to take in all at once.  I figured I would put
this to the test.  I looked directly at her.  "Amanda, what is your full
name?"

   "Amanda Rene Hardin," she answered immediately.

   "Where are you?" I questioned.

   "Inside your house," she answered flatly.

   "Where were you before you were here?" I asked

   "On the porch outside of the house," she responded mechanically.

   "How did you get there?"

   She paused for the first time thinking about it.  Finally after a few
seconds, "I don't know.  I don't remember anything before the porch."

   "But you know what a house is?" I asked walking over to my bookshelf and
pulling a book off.

   "Yes."

   I walked over to her.  "Can you read this?"

   I opened to the first page and put it in her lap.  "It was the best of
times, it was the worst of times-" she read aloud.

   "Stop," I cut her off.  I watched her and there was still that complete
calm as she obeyed.  Most people would be annoyed to be interrupted like
that.  Not her.  "You have basic abilities, but you don't remember where
you came from?"

   "Yes," she said mechanically.

   "How do you feel?" I said remembering an old sci-fi movie about a person
who wasn't supposed to feel emotion.

   I watched her struggle thinking about it.  "I don't," was her answer
after a pause.

   That was pretty much for the end of my hope that this was some kind of
twisted joke.  Everything that I read seemed to be true.  I went back to
the manual and flipped back to the personalities.  It was unnerving to be
talking to person that mechanical.

   I guess I had to decide what kind of personality she was going to have.

   Chapter 3

   My first thought was to call the police.  If I called the police and
told them everything, I thought that would make things okay.  My mind
started connecting dots as I went to pick up the phone.

   I had a teenage girl in my house and I was going to tell them that she
had just been dropped off there.  She had no personality for the moment so
she would probably be sent to some kind of mental hospital.  She had no
idea of her name so they weren't going to be able to find her parents
easily, if she had any.  I'm sure that they wouldn't give her any kind of
sexual attention so if the warning was true, she would be mentally scarred
from that.  And I would go to jail for human trafficking because I had an
invoice saying that I paid for her.  Not to mention, there was what looked
to be like adoption paperwork saying that I was her legal guardian in case
they didn't believe my story and then I would probably be up on charges of
child abuse (given her current mental state), and probably other charges
that go along with being a bad parent.

   I slowly put the phone back on its cradle as my thoughts found the end
of that line of action.

   The idea that somehow this innocent girl had been abused and sold this
way sickened me.  But leaving her like this seemed cruel.  I couldn't
believe that I was starting to believe all of this, but I picked up the
manual anyway.  I walked over and sat down beside Amanda and she watched
all of this with a blank expression.

   For the first time, I realized the only possession that she had with
her. "May I see your back pack?" I asked.

   She obediently offered it to me.

   I opened it up and found that it had her name (Amanda R.  Hardin) sewn
into the flap.  I guess everything was customized when you ordered a girl.
The thought of ordering a girl still made my skin crawl.  In it were a pink
bikini, white baby doll lingerie, a very small vibrator, and three sets of
girl sized cotton underwear.  In a side pocket there were three months of
birth control meds.  At the bottom, there was a small pink teddy bear.  My
heart lurched at the sight of the teddy bear.

   This had been someone's little girl.  And now she couldn't even remember
them.  I looked up at her and she watched me flatly as I went through her
only belongings.

   "Can you remember anything from before the porch?" I tested again.

   She gave a little frown and shook her head.

   If the manual was true, then she wasn't able to lie in this state of
mind.  I opened the manual to the personality pages again.  I needed more
life to her than just this.  I read the instructions a second time and then
placed my hand behind her neck and felt for the vertebrae there.  I took a
breath and I clearly recited the words, "A daughter is a gift of love."

   She took a deep breath and her eyes lit up as warmth filled them.  She
looked around as if able to see for the first time.

   I pulled my hand away from her seeing a drastic change come over her. 
It was literally seeing her change before my eyes.  Her deep blue eyes
blinked a few times and focused on me as wonderful smile came to her face.
"Daddy!" she said and lunged me.

   I was shocked as Amanda wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
I didn't even respond.  I sat there with my hands out unsure if I should
hug her back.  I had used the command for the `good child experience'
figuring it was a place to start.  But I wasn't ready to have the stuffing
hugged out of me in mere seconds.

   "Thank you, thank you, thank you for choosing me," she said quietly and
I could feel her tears as she buried her head into my chest.

   The parent in me kicked in immediately and held her.  She was crying and
I had no idea why.  She held me tight and I could feel her softly crying. I
rubbed her back and whispered to her calming phases like it was going to be
okay and such.

   "Can you tell me about it?" I asked hoping had more answers now.

   "No," she said still clutching me.  "I was all alone in the darkness. 
There was no one until I saw you in the doorway.  I knew you would save me
and let me out.  I couldn't talk or move.  It was like I was locked up and
could only do what I was told.  But I knew you could set me free.  Thank
you."

   I was processing all this, but now that she seemed to be free of the
mind lock on her, maybe I could get more answers from her.  I pulled back
and could still see a few tears of joy in her eyes as she affectionately
looked at me.  "So what's your name?" I asked.  "And where are your
parents?"

   She looked at me a little confused.  "Amanda Hardin and you are my dad."

   I let out a sigh.  Whatever they did to this girl, she seemed completely
brain washed.  Seeing her come to life I was hoping that she would have a
memory of before so she could get back to her real life, but it didn't look
like she was going to help me in that area.

   "Thank you for choosing me," she said again.  She saw my uneasiness. 
"Are you going to send me back?" and she looked terrified for a moment.

   "Back where?" I asked not understanding completely.

   "To the nothingness," she said scared.  "Please, I'll be good and no
problems.  Just don't make me be that way again," she begged.

   "I won't," I promised her.  I couldn't bear to see her that frightened.
I guess in each personality it would be her, but in robot command mode, her
personality could only watch from inside because she had memories of coming
into my house and watching me for the last thirty or so minutes.  I had no
intentions of putting her back that way.  That was no way for anyone to be.

   She looked around at the large spacious living room.  "Is this my home,
too?" she asked.

   I didn't know what else to say.  Here was a teenage girl, fearful of
rejection, and seemed to cling to me as the only person in her world. 
"Yes," I said.  I still wasn't sure if this was an elaborate bad joke on me
or not, but her feelings seemed genuine.

   I gave her a tour of the house.  She took my hand as we got up from the
couch and even though I was a little nervous about it, I let her hold it as
I walked her though the spacious house.  I have a full basement and it's
finished, but I had made it into a den and game room for my own fun.  I led
her to the guest room and told her that this would be her room.

   Her huge smile as she walked around the room looking at every detail
told me that she approved.  "It's all mine?" she asked not believing it.

   I figured I'd go along with this, even if I was still skeptical.  "Yes,
it's all yours," I told her and heard a squeal of delight as she spun
around and flopped on the large bed.  She was the first one to lay on that
bed, now that I think about it.  Her blue skirt rode high and I noticed the
white cotton underwear beneath, but quickly looked away.

   I made some lunch for us and then introduced her to television and my
expensive video game system.  I had one downstairs and one up stairs in the
living room.

   I didn't tell her that I was still unsure of the entire situation.  I
was still waiting for something to happen as night approached.  I wanted
anything to say that this wasn't real and that something this outrageous
just wasn't possible, but nothing came.  She never wanted to be far from
me, though.  It was like if she didn't see me that she thought I might
disappear on her.  Even when I was in the bathroom, I locked the door
because I was nervous about having a teenager in the house; she was right
outside it when I came out waiting for me.  Also, I noted when she went to
the bathroom; she left the bathroom door cracked.  I asked her about this
after and she said it was so that she could hear me.  I assured her that I
wasn't going anywhere, but that did little to make her feel secure.

   She seemed to know how to do all the affectionate little touches.  She
had hugged me several times through the day and talked to me naturally. 
She was ever curious about me, my likes, and personality.  She asked
questions about my history, my family, and what I did for a living.  I
answered her honestly.

   I asked a lot of questions of my own, but most of them she couldn't
answer.  She didn't seem to have any memory before she arrived.  The only
thing that kept coming up when I would ask something that related to before
she arrived was a foggy general remembrance of me adopting her.  And even
she couldn't pull up any details to that.  She said her mind kind of
clouded when she tried to remember it, but she accepted it as real.  She
seemed aware of the other emotional programming.  I asked her about it and
she knew there were others, like the command mode, but she couldn't tell me
anything about them.

   I also noticed her changing through the day and it started making me
nervous.  If I said I liked something, she suddenly did, too.  It wasn't
exactly copying me, but she reacted to every little thing I did.  She
hugged me several times through the day and seemed to want to stay holding
me, but after a few seconds, I would peel her off.  After only a little
while, I noticed her hugs only lasted those few seconds and then she would
let go on her own and give me my space again.  At the beginning of the day,
she would only be a few feet from me at any given time, but after a few
times of me suggesting that she could be in the same room, but didn't have
to sit right up on me, she started doing it automatically.

   I recalled that the manual said that her personality would adapt to me.
I guess that what it meant.  I didn't like the idea of shaping a living
girl's personality to mine.  I value the freedom to think and choose.  Even
though, Amanda seemed vibrant and happy, I still could see how she was
being shaped by my own actions.  This bothered me.

   I started trying to dive more into her personality to see what it was
like and what she was like.  I had shelves of books around the living area.
I guess she had scanned the titles, because when asked, she said she was
into those kinds of books and named off some of the titles.  To test her, I
asked what some of them were about, but she couldn't tell me.  I had no
idea if she liked the books or if it was just adapting to me.  I tried not
to give my opinions much for a while so that she would have to decide
things for herself.

   I didn't come out and tell her to stop, but the affection she had shown
me throughout the day was making me a little uncomfortable.  I had never
had a daughter, but it was bordering on flirting and maybe even intimate
affection.

   After we had dinner, I joined her on the couch as she watched
television. She asked if I wanted to watch anything, but I had the manual
that came with her and was reading it carefully now.  She cuddled beside me
and wove her arm through mine.  I could feel the warmth and contentment
radiating off of her.  I looked at her and she looked affectionately up at
me.

   "I love you, Daddy," she said with complete trust in her eyes.

   I hesitated, but only for an instant.  "I love you, too, Amanda." I
didn't know what else to say.  It just came naturally.  Also, I felt that
was what she needed to hear.  Whether it was true at that point, I don't
know.  Through the day, this girl had put every effort into making me happy
and showing me that she had so much affection for me.  I had to
reciprocate. She had lost her whole world and was now in mine.

   Her eyes filled with joy and she curled her feet underneath her and
pressed herself more into my side.

   I turned my attention back to the manual and started reading it cover to
cover.  Amanda didn't seem to mind or be interested in reading it.  I was
thankful for that as I carefully paid attention to every page.

   The manual went to a lot of detail.  Some of it was very boring and
common sense to anyone who had taken care of a child before: meals at least
three times a day, cleaning, and normal things that a parent would know.

   The chapter on her sexuality was one of the largest of the manual.  I
was uncomfortable reading that part beside her, but she seemed to be
immersed in the sci-fi movie that was on.  (I took note that she chose that
movie over something more to her age, but then I remembered that she had
looked over my DVD collection and a majority of them were of that style,
too.  I hoped that she truly enjoyed it and wasn't just watching it because
she thought that I liked them.)

   The chapter went into great detail saying that she was almost
hypersensitive when it came to sex and sexual pleasure.  Anything that
would feel good would be multiplied for her and that she would have an
intense desire to give me pleasure.  It listed several erogenous areas of
her body that she would be very sensitive to any touch and almost
immediately trigger arousal in her.  It said that none of their dolls were
going to be virgins, but they would have no knowledge of the act of sex. 
It was done that way so that they could be molded into whatever type of
sexual partner the imprinted person desired.

   That part made me ill as well.  I looked down at her and felt so sorry
for her.  If she wasn't a virgin, then at some point in her short life
someone had abused her.  I was suddenly thankful for the mind wipe that
they did on her.  She didn't have to remember the hurt, loss, or the abuse
of what had a happened before she came here.

   As I looked down at her, I noticed that her skirt had ridden up and was
displaying creamy toned thighs.  I shook my head to clear it and turned my
attention back to the manual.  Unfortunately, that only intensified my
sexual thoughts as I read more about her.  She was programmed to keep the
sexual part of the relationship a secret only to the imprinted person
unless they revealed it to someone else.  When the time came, she adapt to
sexual fantasies and desires as instructed.  She would adapt to please her
imprinted one.

   I read more about her needs.  The manual said for normal use, it was
regular for her to orgasm every three to five days.  She could do it a lot
more, but that was the minimum.

   I silently wondered about her.  Was she a slave to her sexual urges like
the manual said?  Could she not help it just as it had been a reflex to
imprint on me?  I didn't like the idea of taking advantage of her.  She was
still a fourteen year old girl.  Maybe if I didn't initiate anything sexual
with her, she wouldn't have the urges like the manual said she would.  I at
least was going to try to find out.  The last thing I wanted to do was hurt
her.

   I read over the personalities again.  If I read it right, it said that
all it did was change her emotional states.  But it wasn't like multiple
personalities where she would become someone else.  She would just
reflexively use a different set of emotions.  After being with the "Good
Daughter" all day, I wondered what differences the others would have.  I
didn't know if I could bring myself to manipulate her that way and then I
realized that I already had.  I looked at her with an affection that had
been growing for her all day.  I wondered if this was the real Amanda.  Was
she this affectionate and warm naturally or was it only because I chose
this personality?  I could still change it with a touch and phrase to see
how she was in the others.  I wish there was a way to turn it off so I
could see if this was what she was really like.  I would like to think she
was this caring, intelligent, and friendly.  It seemed to come naturally to
her.

   Before the movie was over she was slumped over on me.  I hadn't even
noticed her fall asleep until my arm went numb under her.  I started to
move it gently and brushed upon her breast.  It was soft, and pressed upon
my arm.  I had felt her press her chest against me several times through
the day, but had pushed any sexual thoughts out of my mind.  After reading
about her sexuality for the better part of an hour, I was involuntarily
aroused.

   "Amanda," I said softly.  "Sweetheart, time for bed," I whispered to
her. It was the first nickname that came to mind.  I was getting use to her
way too fast.

   "Okay," as she groggily got up.

   I got up and gave her a hug and told her good night.  I kissed her on
her forehead and she headed to her room.  None of it was planned.  It just
seemed like a normal thing for a parent to do.  I walked around, turned off
lights, ensure the doors were locked and the alarm was set.  I made my way
to my bedroom seeing that Amanda's light was already off.  I left one lone
lamp on in the main room so she could see if she came out.  I changed into
my shorts that I usually slept in and got into bed to sort out a very
confusing day.

   I still wasn't exactly sure if all this was real, but between everything
I read, her paperwork, and what I saw online, it looks as if I had adopted
Amanda.  There was no way I was going to send her back to that company just
to be sold to some sick-o to be turned into some sex toy.  The police
option came through my head again, but there wasn't any scenario that I
could see that turning out well.  Child services came to mind, but I
figured they would just alert the cops and that wouldn't help Amanda or me.
If they become involved, I figured if they couldn't find her parents, then
she would end up in the system somewhere else.

   Then I started exploring the idea that this could be real.  She could
definitely do much worse for a parent.  I liked her.  She seemed to like
me, even though I don't know if it was genuine or the personalities.  Doing
parental stuff for her seemed to come natural and I had always wanted a
daughter.

   I didn't want to think of the sexual aspect of her.  I figured I could
tackle that obstacle another time.  But this did seem like it could work,
even though it was very messed up.  She seemed happy so far.

   A quiet knock at my bedroom door startled me out of my thoughts.  Amanda
opened it softly.

   "Yes, Amanda?" I asked seeing her in the dim light from the living room.


   She was in her white baby doll silk top that went down just barely to
her thighs.  Her top that she was wearing all day covered up her neck and
shoulders, but this top was held up by two small straps over the shoulders
and showed a very impressive breasts and sexy skin that made me catch my
breath.  "Daddy, can I sleep in here with you?"

   I was suddenly very nervous.  "Umm" I thought about to tell her no. 
Only the suddenly very sexy appearance of her had me speechless for a
moment.

   "Please.  I'm scared to be alone," she pleaded.  The look on her face
mirrored the fear in her voice.  "I'll bring a pillow and lay in the floor
if you don't want me in the bed." She apparently saw my hesitation to let
her into my bed.

   My heart lurched for her.  "No, its okay," I said.  "You can sleep with
me tonight," I told her and pulled down the covers and moved over to make
room for her.

   She came in, closing the door behind her, plunging us into total
darkness.  I felt her get into the bed and I put the cover over her.  I was
on my back and she moved over and pulled my arm under her head, making a
pillow out of it.  She rolled sideways facing me and molded her small body
to mine.

   I didn't move because I didn't want to do anything that might indicate
the sexual thoughts streaming around in my brain.  The sight of her and now
having her small warm body curled up against me was too much to fight off.
She put her arm across me and one of her legs on top of my leg with herself
pressed up against my leg.  I could feel the heat from her body, but on my
leg, it felt like the junction between her legs was hotter.

   "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered after getting comfortable.

   After she settled for a few minutes like that, I couldn't help myself.
My arm under her head was already on her back.  I carefully rubbed just the
tips of my fingers long her spine once.

   She immediately moaned and pressed herself, against me.  "That feels
really good, Daddy," and I felt her grind her pelvis against my leg.

   Oh my god!  The reaction was something for her, but my body reacted just
as much.  I didn't think I was that attracted to this girl, but I instantly
had a steel erection and my mouth was watering to find out what her lips
tasted like.

   I pulled back the reigns tightly on my own hormones.  I did a mental
count of how long I had been without a girlfriend and sex.  Before I got to
a solid number, I knew that it had been way too long to resist too many
sexual moves like that from her.  I kept repeating to myself that she was
fourteen and now, my daughter.

   The war went on inside me while my body stayed perfectly still.  I felt
her panty clad slit pressed against my leg.  An incredibly thin piece of
silk separated her soft breast from my chest.  I could even feel the nipple
starting to get hard under the fabric.  This girl was going to drive me
insane, but my morals held me from doing anything.  I knew that I was going
to start having a lot of cold showers from now on, though.

   Chapter 4

   I found sleep that night, but only after an exhausting fight that my
hormones lost.  My erection never went down, even though I found the will
power not to touch the angel beside me.

   The next morning, I woke to find her tracing the outline of my morning
wood through my shorts with her fingers.  My hand that was around her had
somehow found its way down and was on her cotton covered bottom.

   I looked down and she looked up into my eyes.  She had beautiful blue
eyes and her blonde hair flowed so soft onto my chest.  "Good morning,
Amanda," I said.

   She pressed herself against me and I suddenly became very aware of many
things at once.  First, her small hand was squeezing my erection, which
felt very good.  Second, her panties that were grinding against me were wet
on the front, and not just a little, but it felt like dripping from her
arousal.  Third, her breathing was deep and matched the thrusts of her
hips!

   She was humping my leg while groping me.  "Daddy," she whispered and bit
her bottom lip looking up at me.  It was more of a plea.

   I started to push her off me.  It wasn't that I didn't like it, but more
of it was almost too much for me to resist.

   "No," she cried and pulled tighter against me.  "I need.  I need," she
said along with the thrusting motion.  "Please, help me," she begged and
looked up into my eyes.  There was a lustful, almost animal, hunger in her.
She kept grinding her small body against me.

   It felt like she really didn't know what she was doing.  I would have
been incredibly confused if I hadn't read about it the day before. 
Unfortunately, I knew exactly what was going on.  In the simplest terms,
she was in heat and her body needed release.  She just didn't know how to
achieve it.

   I was calm because I saw how desperate she was.  I had no idea how long
she had been like this.  I hoped not long.  She looked like she was in pain
needing to cum so bad.  I felt sorry for her because if I would have
realized it would come on so fast, I could have warned her about it.  "Lay
back and I'll help you," I said as calm as I could and moved her off me.

   "Please," she said clinging to me.  She still pressed her wet panties up
against me.

   I didn't think that would be enough for her.  If so, she should have
achieved an orgasm with how wet she was.  I got just enough room between us
to slide my hand down into her panties.

   "Oh!" she moaned as she felt my hand cup her soft mound.  She
instinctively spread her legs to let me touch her.  She was dripping wet
and my middle finger moved inside her slit easily.

   I found her clit easily.  It was enlarged and already out from under her
clitoral hood.  I started circling it with strokes and she started to calm
down and catch her breath.  "Easy girl," I told her.  "It's okay." I
started to massage her with the rest of my hand as well.  I used my fingers
to stroke her outer lips as my middle finger stroked her.  "I'll fix it," I
whispered to her as I held her close.

   She responded immediately and her frantic movement slowed and started to
match the strokes of my finger.  Her face flushed with blood and
perspiration as she looked at me pleadingly.  "Daddy," she said calmer now.
"That feels better, but I still need..." she said.

   I don't know if she even knew what she needed, but I did.  Her hand was
still on my erection, but she went in the fly and now had it in her hand. I
ignored that for the moment.  My needs took second to hers, especially this
strong of a reaction.

   "Okay, Baby," I said looking in her eyes for a moment.  "It's okay." I
leaned forward wrapping my free arm around her.  Pressed my mouth close to
her ear and whispered, "Cum for me, Amanda," and started running my hand up
and down her spine.  I leaned in and sucked on the curve of her neck and
began vibrating my finger her clit at the same time.

   I had never had a woman, any woman, orgasm that hard in my life!  She
arched her back and let out a scream of ecstasy as she pressed herself
against my hand.  Her hand gripped my raging dick and stroked it up and
down making me cum as well.  That only added to the intensity of me trying
to satisfy her.  We fed upon each other as I felt the orgasm ripple through
her body as she rode her wave of pleasure.  I didn't even know I was that
close to cumming until I felt my balls let loose a full force explosion of
semen inside my boxers.  Her hand was slimy and covered, but she continued
to stroke me the entire time.

   I slowed my strokes over her throbbing clit until I was sure that she
was done.

   "Oh my god!" she exclaimed when she got her voice back.  "Thank you,
Daddy," she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

   I wasn't ready for it, but I accepted her soft delicate lips all the
same.  I was even surprised to feel her tongue touch the edge of my mouth
before I ended the passionate kiss.  I removed my hand from her soaked
panties and she pulled her hand from my very wet boxers, too.

   I rolled onto my back and she moved with me, her skin radiating warmth
with affection in her eyes.  She kept looking at me like I was the greatest
person in the universe.  My conscious hit me full force as I realized I had
just touched a young teenager.  It wasn't so much as that I gave her what
she needed, but that I had came because of it.  That part sent a huge wave
of shame and loathing though me.  I tried not to show it in the early
morning light.  I gave her several minutes to calm down and I silently
ridiculed myself for being able to get any gratification from it.