"...with the following characteristics. I would like a female version of myself, with similar tastes and interests. She would have an independant, assertive tomboyish personality. Despite being a tomboy, she would enjoy wearing skirts and other feminine clothing, as well as sexy, frilly underwear." Jon didn't know what kind of bras or panties Karyn wore, but he imagined them to be pretty functional and utilitarian. "She will also be completely devoted and submissive to me, eagerly doing anything I ask of her. She will love sex and have a bit of a kinky streak. She will find girls attractive, so that we can talk about girls together, but will have no real desire to have a relationship with them unless I give her permission. She will have absolutely no interest in having a relationship with any man except me. Her lips, tongue and anus would be as sensative as her clitoris so that she would achieve orgasm from kissing, oral sex or anal sex. In addition she will instinctively understand what she needs to do under any circumstance to make or keep me happy and, as part of her submissive personality, will gladly and eagerly do so. Finally, she will understand she is a clone and why I have made her, but will be perfectly comfortable with that and grateful that I made her."
"Any additional traits?" asked the computer.
While Jon's mother and sister Zoe had large breasts, his mother a dd-cup and Zoe, who was younger than him, already a c-cup, Jon knew that was no guaranty that he would have had big breasts if he had been a girl. "Computer, what bra size would a female equivalent of me have?"
"C-cup," said the computer.
Jon was strangely disappointed. "Give my clone dd-cup breasts, like my mother's, that are at least three times as sensative as normal breasts of that size would be," said Jon. "And make sure that she enjoys having such a large bustline."
"Make clone?" asked the computer.
"Yes," said Jon. The fluid in the cylinder began to swirl. A speck appeared, growing into a fetus, infant, toddler, child and, finally, a teenager. While his clone grew, Jon paged through a Victoria's Secret catalog to pick out some sexy clothes for her and wished them up. Finally, the clone stopped growing. The fluid drained out, the cylinder opened up and a naked, buxom girl stepped out.
Shivering slightly because of the fluid still on her skin, she glanced at Jon, looked away and blushed. "Hey, bro," she said. "Thanks for making me."
Jon held up some of his clone's clothing. "Would you like to dry off and get dressed, 'sis?'" he asked.
"Not yet, honey," said the clone, snuggling up to Jon. Jon felt his cock stiffen. "I'm sure that you can keep me perfectly warm without the need of those silly clothes. And I'd be able to show you my gratitude for making me in the process." Jon's clone kissed him, moaned and said, "That felt good, Jon. And my clit's supposed to feel that way when we make love?" Jon nodded. "Then why is it taking so long for you to get me under the covers?" Jon's clone pulled him towards his/their bed and began undressing him. Jon was going to enjoy this.
