Disconnected, Part 4

Brae noticed more differences between her friend’s android and her step-sister the more she examined Bailey through the crack in her bedroom door. Bailey was shorter than Storm, and had longer hair …and a nicer butt.

“Brae stop looking at your sister’s butt.” She muttered to herself, and knocked on Bailey’s door. “Bailey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Bailey asked through the door. She was laying on her bed, on her belly, reading a book on her tablet.

Brae stepped into Bailey’s room and closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the corner of the bed and looked down at Bailey. “I need to ask you some things, about my friends.”

Bailey contorted her body. She twisted at the waist to look back at her sister with a quizzically raised brow.

“Did any of my friends… uh… ever… touch you?” Brae hesitantly asked. Bailey squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, and broke eye contact with Brae. “Was it Payton?” Brae prodded.

“No, it was Kyle.” Bailey admitted.

“You mean, Lilly?” Brae corrected.

“No, I mean Kyle. He didn’t hurt me or anything, but it was really weird.” Baily said. She contorted herself once again. “Hey, why did you ask if Payton did?”

“Forget I said anything.” Brae said, as she got off the bed.

“Brat.” Bailey said, and stuck her tongue out.

“Quiet, munchkin.” Brae walked out of Bailey’s room, and returned to her own. Storm was present, but Payton was not. “Where is she?”

“In the bathroom.” Storm answered in a dispassionate monotone.

Brae shrugged and took off her shirt and pants, and sat on her bed. “You really don’t like talking to anyone but Payton, do you?” Storm just shook her head in in response.

Brae flattened out her blankets and laid atop them, her holoband already around her head. She waited for Payton. “These don’t work on you, do they?” Brae asked Storm, holding up the holoband she would give to Payton.

“I don’t have a brain for it to interact with. Nor do I have uplink ports to connect to the VRN, or the transceiver pair, nor…” Storm started to list what she didn’t have.

“I get it, you can’t join us.” Brae interrupted.

Storm’s face lit up instantly. “No I can’t” she said in her cheery voice.

Brae turned her head to see Payton walking back into the room. “Close the door.”

Payton stopped in her tracks. She closed the door, but tried not to look at Brae. “Why are you naked?”

“I’m not naked, I’m still wearing panties.” Brae said, patting the bed next to her.

Payton climbed onto the bed, and laid down next to Brae. “Ok, why are you in your panties?”

“Because we are going to pop your neural cherry.” Brae said. She sat up and moved to straddle Payton’s legs. Before Payton could react, Brae pulled her pants to her knees.

Payton had neglected to put on panties, that morning.

Brae looked down at Payton’s shaved mound with a smirk. “I was not expecting that.”

Payton batted at Brae’s arms. “Neither was I! What are you doing?”

Brae slid one of her legs between Payton, pressing her thigh against Payton’s lips, her own cotton-clad pussy pressing to Payton’s bare thigh. “It’s going to get really intimate, might as well start out that way.” Payton’s knees pressed against the inside of her pants, making the entire endeavor a tight fit. Payton sighed, and relented under Brae.

Brae slid a holoband around Payton’s head. “These bands are linked so I can go with you, and show you how to do things. Take a deep breath, it’s kind of intense the first time.”

Payton nodded a few times and filled her lungs.

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“Where are we?” Payton looked around. She was dressed as she was when she showed up at Brae’s house. If she was in a room, it was pitch black, except for a bright light around her. It took another few seconds before Braelyn appeared, and stood next to Payton.

“This is the new user lobby. In about …well now, the menu should be showing up.” Brae said. A semi-transparent menu wrapped around the girls. “I can’t actually take control in here. Just touch the skip button, I’ll teach you the rest later.”

Payton pressed the button to skip the tutorial. The menu’s swirled around and disappeared. Payton found herself standing naked in the spotlight, in front of a full length mirror. She moved her arms to cover herself.

“I’m the only one that can see you, and it’s nothing I haven’t seen in the showers after gym. Just look at yourself in the mirror and imagine how you want to look.” Brae said. Brae appeared as she always did online, long green hair from the top of her head, with the sides shaved, and dressed in far too much leather, with far too many pouches.

Payton hesitantly lowered her arms and gazed at herself in the mirror. She started to transform into an older woman, with full breasts. She made a face and reverted to her real appearance.

“Be a little more subtle, you’ll enjoy it more.” Brae advised her friend.

Payton closed her eyes and thought for a moment. She sighed. “I don’t know, Brae. I’m not good at this.”

“Open your eyes, and look at yourself.” Brae said.

Payton looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was the same, except a few blemishes had vanished. Payton bit her lip, only to discover it had a little ring in it. She looked down, and discovered her once moderate chest had flattened. She giggled at the hard abs she now had.

“Subtle changes are the best.” Brae said, standing behind Payton, her arms wrapping around her friend to stroke over her belly.

“Brae, what if I wanted to be something… uh…” Payton and Brae watched in the mirror as Payton’s vagina sealed itself and a penis grew in its place.

Brae squirmed. “You can do that… it’s problematic.” Brae lowered her hand to Payton’s new penis, and slowly stroked it.

“That feels so weird.” Payton made a disgusted face.

“Not in the least bit pleasurable. You’re brain doesn’t know how to deal with the sensation.” Brae said. Her hand moved away from Payton’s crotch as it reverted to female. “Boy who play girls have the same problem, unless they hack their bands. But then stroking your penis would feel like sticking a finger in your pussy. That great for the guys who just want to play out a kink… you are not one of those people.”

“I thought there was no sex in the games?” Payton said. She looked a little disappointed at her crotch, but admired the rest of her digital body.

“If the moderators catch you, they ban you, but sex is about the only thing to connect for. Well, for me. I’ve played through all the content in most of the games.”

“I can’t imagine myself into any clothing.” Payton said, staring at the mirror.

“Take my hand.” Brae said, and Payton complied. In an instant the room changed; they were in Brae’s clubhouse. Payton looked over herself. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt and white top. “It’s horrendous, I know, but it’s the default clothing for this game.”

“Where are we now?” Payton said, looking around. She tried not to stare at the other girls in various stages of undress enjoying each other’s company.

“This is my clan’s clubhouse.” Brae said, as she shooed someone out of her chair and sat. She patted her lap for Payton. Payton rolled her eyes at Brae, but did sit in her friend’s lap. “I figured since you have never played anything before, this would be a good place to start, just to get you used to the technology.”

“Did you just bring me here to have sex with me?” Payton asked.

Brae pulled Payton’s head back, and pressed her lips to Payton’s. They kissed for a moment, before Brae pulled her lips away. “Remember when we were like nine or ten, and we would lay in my bed and kiss?” Brae asked. Payton nodded, and rest her head on Brae’s shoulder. “Did you ever want to… take it further?”

“If I remember it right, you were always the one to stop it.” Payton said. She kissed along Brae’s jaw line.

“I don’t stop it here.” Brae said, her hand rested in Payton’s lap. She bunched the front of Payton’s skirt up in her fist, exposing her small panties.

Payton watched Brae’s hand for a moment. “They uh… well, the boy’s bathroom wall claims you stop in the real world.”

Brae’s hand stopped moving. “That’s not um… true.”

Payton looked up at Brae, before it hit her. “You, slut queen of the universe, are a virgin.”

“Shh.” Brae whispered. “I’m not one here.”

Payton wiggled in Brae’s lap. “We will have to talk later about what counts as a virgin.” Brae’s fingertips pressed under the top of Payton’s panties, only to be stopped by Payton’s hand. “This isn’t us, Brae.”

“What is ‘us’?” Brae looked at Payton a little confused.

“It’s not something we do. We will lay in bed and kiss, and even watch porn and masturbate together, but we don’t take it any further. This…This is too real.” Payton said. “Besides, you have a girlfriend here.”

“She wouldn’t care.”

“But I do.” Payton squirmed. “How do I take this thing off?”