Ricky patted down her blouse looking for her keys. Her hands were awkward, trying not to be too curious about the strange clothes she now wore and want lay underneath. The white blouse was pressed perfectly and smartly, smooth as her own velvet like skin. Unfortunately she couldn't find any pockets there. Feeling a little worried she started to pat down her skirt, but was equally troubled when she couldn't find her keys there. She might have left them in her bag at Jeff's mansion... or... did her keys become part of her new body? That was a worrying prospect to her.
"I can't find my keys," Said the clockwork girl after a few moments.
Anne glanced around. "You said the window is broken though. Maybe you can get in through there?"
Ricky looked at the window. It was only boarded up with cardboard, so it should be easy enough to get in. She pressed on the board a bit on it, where she knew it would give easily. She was thankful that she lived in a relatively crime-free area. She quickly opened the front door to let Anne in.
"Thank you," said the girl with a smile, with those same curious eyes on the clockwork. She wanted to learn as much as she could from Ricky- but it was a tempered look. She didn't want Ricky to be bothered by that curiosity... but surly it was one she could understand right?
Ricky entered the living room taking in her house with new glass encased eyes. Everything seemed so much larger now. The rooms taller, and even the things on top of the shelves she would have trouble reaching. She suddenly felt a wave of concern as she had often taken the higher shelves for her various possessions since she was the tallest in her family.
"Is this your mom and dad?" Asked Anne looking at a photo with Ricky at the middle.
"Yes," said the clockwork girl with a mechanical verbose in her tone.
"You seem like a happy family" Anne thought smiling.
"We are," said Ricky not sure what more she could add. This voice would take a lot of getting used to. They were a happy family- but would they still be? If her mother knew it was still her, then she would obviously still love her. She had no doubt of that. But it was still a daunting prospect, to show herself as someone not just unfamiliar but radically different.
"I'm- I'm going to go to my room. Maybe I can find something else to wear." Ricky said rushing up the stairs.
Anne looked her over. "You do look nice though. How did you find those clothes?"
"My clothes changed as well after I changed," explained the clockwork girl with some confusion.
Anne gasped. "I-I didn't know that happened!" she said with just a little too much enthusiasm. There was no disguising her interest in that piece of information. Ricky couldn't blame her. She didn't know either, and that knowledge would have interested her too- well- before anyway. "Um- I'll wait here. Good luck."
Ricky nodded as she went to her room, the strange tick of her body seemed to get a little louder as she braced herself for the reality of being an unfamiliar girl in her own room. She only had a small mirror here but it was enough to... to look. Seeing her reflection, on the background was her own bed- and how many times had she fantasised to have a real girl here? Now she was imagining her old self- which seemed to cause the various springs to wind tighter and tighter.
... but what was she? She was thinking 'girl' but... was that even right? Could something like this really be classed as a sex, when it might just be sexless?
She took off the smart black shoes, allowing herself a little smile at them. They were not her style she always liked trainers. But there was something strangely comforting at the simple no-nonsense shoes even if she never worn them, and they were very easy to slip off. She looked at her knee high socks, and pulled them down resting them on her bed. Seeing them trail down off the bed-covers, she felt an urge to fold them neatly.
She had already done the task before she even wondered why she did that.
She glanced down at her feet. Like her hands, they had no nails on them. They had the same seamless velvet like skin as the rest of her, free of any imperfections- aside from the very obvious inspection that it was artificial; a mechanised foot with all its joints as complicated as her hands. More springs, cogs, levers, ticking as she wiggled her appendage. she knew things were spinning in there, even if she couldn't feel them directly.
The clockwork girl then slowly slipped off her skirt, feeling a little trepidation. Her knees seemed to show that mechanical nature she now had all the more as well as where her legs joined to her hips. Gears and shafts, pulley systems for legs, and... strangely enough yes, she did have something resembling female genitalia, but she was reluctant to explore further. There was a difference between having no organs at all and different organs... this was just a facsimile of an organ, Something in between the lack and the different.
She wondered if she should feel more. She felt embarrassed to see herself naked to be sure but not horrified- which is probably closer to what she should be feeling. She was glad she was capable of feeling at all, and was not some unemotional machine construct.
She tried to find some different trousers, jeans... anything. But nothing fit her. It all trailed down the floor. When she tried to step in them she immediately fell over and was careful to land on her front to make sure her key was not damaged. Feeling such a change in her equilibrium encountered what she could only call at the moment; disharmony as opposed to imbalance.
Not even the elastic of her normal boxers worked- which made the curve of her hips look very strange on such a body. Despite being small she was constructed with subtly flared out hips, and a waist that pinched inward at just the right places.
She would have to get new clothes if she was going to get through this. With some reluctance she put on her dress again, finding them fitting perfectly.
The sounds inside her continued their clicking delicately, as she thought about her blouse and- the bumps that seemed to signify the presence of breasts. She tried to pull the blouse up as one would a T-shirt, but it got caught on the key. Frowning a little she tried to undo the buttons. Using the mirror she just about managed, but it took her over five minutes to accomplish it by herself.
Finally she was able to take the blouse off, and once again she folded it neatly, ensuring it had no creases in it, as she noticed she had no bra underneath. Her transformation did not provide that- it didn't need to. Her Breasts were the same as the rest of her body, artificial in nature and not even pretending to simulate flesh to that degree- just appear like it.
She stared at her naked torso. It was... a female torso to be sure. She touched the structures that would appear to be breasts, but they felt very hard and didn't deform much to the touch. They were very artificial looking, like a doll or maniquin's with the way they just curved out horizontally with no sagging. Strangely enough there were nipples on the front- she almost thought that would not be the case. She touched them, and felt springs inside tighten, as gears in her body span a little faster inside the structure. A bit unsure quite what the result would be if these cogs continued to spin, she stopped.
She glanced behind at the turning key and gasped. There- There was something else there. It was very hard to notice, but on her back seemed to be some kind of line? A separation between her velvet skin, almost completely hidden. For some reason this bothered her a lot. It was yet another unknown to this new body.
Staring at the naked torso, the question emerged again echoed in a thousand- maybe tens of thousands of gears.
What am I?
She wasn't really a girl... was she? Even less so then one of those gynoids that at least seemed to be a true artificial life. A clockwork girl looked like something constructed. She.. she was an.. an it... not.. a.. a...
There was a knock at the door. "Ricky? Are you okay in there? You are taking a long time and I heard you fall over." called Anne.
"Y-Yes," She said her tone still very uncertain. "I can't find any jeans that will fit me- and my key I think will get in the way of anything I have here." She would have to get something specially adapted.
"Well, wear what you got when you changed for now," Anne thought trying to be helpful. "I don't mind it and I don't think anyone else would."
Ricky took the blouse and automatically placed it over her head, as she struggled to button it. However while she was able to open it before, re-buttoning it was proving to be very difficult. It wasn't as if she could rotate it either as one might do normally with these blouses. It was all crinkled up around her key as she struggled. "I- I can't," she said her mechanical voice signifying stress. "It- it wont go pass the key." Failing to be able to do this made her feel shaken somehow.
"Well- L- Let me help," said Anne in the end, sounding compassionate. "Just open the door. It's okay, I mean- well- we're both um-"
Ricky seemed to think about that but she was already opening the door. She blinked as she stared at Anne with her strange glass coated eyes. and her blouse half way down her body as Anne tilted her head a little surprised though obviously not going to gawk at her. She wanted to help Ricky and she was feeling very glad at the moment, that Ricky seemed to be opening up to her a little.
"Okay- um- turn around, I'll button you up." said Anne with a smile.
Ricky complied.
Anne stared a little at the strange line on her skin that seemed to be some kind of 'compartment'? "Whats... that?" she asked.
"I- I don't know," said Ricky.
"You don't have a manual or anything on your body? The Artificial ones I thought usually had a good idea of how they worked."
"I- I do not," said Ricky in a rather sad tone. She knew nothing of her body. "Am I even... alive?"
"Of course you are! Don't be silly," said Anne chiding her as she closed the buttons on her blouse and placed it correctly for her.
Ricky blinked a little and nodded. "I'll- I'll try," she said emitting another strange sound of a sigh. Springs inside lost some of their tension as a result.
Anne smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder to turn her around. "If you need anything, I'll help. I promise."
"Thanks," said Ricky looking down. "I- I just don't know- will I even grow up any more? Or am I stuck like this forever? Why do I even look like a girl? There's no point in it." She tried to stress the word, but that was almost as hard as snapping. Her voice just sounded pleasant to the ear, almost musical.
The young nerdish girl thought about it. "I really don't know," she said. "Um- please stop me if you think this is too personal.. but... do you think- you could have kids?" she blushed crimson at the question.
Ricky shook her head. "I don't mind the question." She wasn't sure she could mind all that much, especially of a question also in her own mind. "I-I don't think so. I'm all gears and springs inside... I don't feel anything that- would allow me to- um- do that." It made her feel a little sad and it did suggest that she had ended up as more an 'it' then anything else.
Anne shook her head. "It might be different but... well... we'll just have to see. Come on, lets wait for your parents together. I'll make us a cup of tea- um- do you still drink?"
"I- can try." said Ricky softly.
This was going to be the start of a very strange day for her.
