Dominant System – Part 5.

	The glass façade of the department store rose up high in front of Thomas, casting an overly formal shadow across the boy and his robotic companion. As was only fitting for the city centre, countless pedestrians flowed through the streets around the pair, every one of them going about their daily business.
	“I don't know about this,” Thomas muttered under his breath, tugging at the hem of the white, lace trimmed dress he was wearing. It was a short dress, only just covering the tight pair of striped panties he wore beneath it. The dress sat well on him – hugging the androgynous curves of his cybernetic body in a particularly fetching way. As far as the passers by could tell, he was as female as his companion, Anna.
	In fact, their guess was close to the truth. Every part of Thomas' cybernetics had been altered with femininity in mind, from the long delicate limbs to the smooth hairless skin. Even his face, one of the few organic components left, was carefully painted with subtle make up to maintain the illusion. The transformation even took his genitals into account, replacing his male parts with a beautifully sculpted slit.
	“That's funny, you seemed very keen earlier,” Anna teased, her keen ears picking up Thomas' muttered complaint despite the dull roar of the crowd around them, “Keen enough to go rummaging through my drawers, at least. I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to get some pretty clothes of your own.”
	“I guess...” Thomas admitted. He could play at being reluctant as much as he liked, but that didn't change the fact that ever since slipping on the feminine clothes his body had been basked in a warm arousal. It was a good thing that he had replaced his manhood – an erection would be impossible to hide in such a tight dress. “I just wish this was a little longer,” he added, checking the hemline again.
	“Well that's why I need you here, so you can try things on!” Anna's smile was so open that Thomas was certain she had an ulterior motive. It would be just her style. “Besides, a little bit of nudity is hardly a big deal, is it?” That was certainly true, Thomas thought to himself as he thought about the scantily clad, or even completely naked, men and women they had passed on the way to the store.
	“Should we get started then?” Thomas nodded towards the door, eager to get started before someone noticed them milling aimlessly about.
	“Of course!” Anna clapped him on the shoulder, “Oh, just don't make a scene, okay?”
	“Wait,” Thomas stopped, suspicious thoughts filling his mind, “What's that supposed to mean?”
	“Nothing. It means nothing,” it was impossible to tell what Anna was thinking. Robots, as Thomas had come to learn, could have a perfect poker face if they so desired. “In fact, I don't even know why I mentioned it. Shall we get started?”

	Inside, the department store was well lit with a high ceiling and countless aisles of clothes and other goods. A well known hotspot for the keen shopper, the aisles were packed with customers, milling about and chatting amongst themselves. Anna steered Thomas effortlessly though the crowds, shoppers parting before the statuesque robot.
	Although she strode through the halls with confidence, Thomas was somewhat more paranoid. Every time another shopper glanced in his direction, Thomas expected them to point at him, screeching about sexual perversions or some other accusation. Of course, every time a shopper glanced at him, their eyes slid past without pausing.
	As time went on, Thomas realised that his pants were growing damp. Moisture was beading along his slit, staining his underwear with the symptoms of a flourishing lust. Not only that, but his entire body felt warm and over-sensitive, to the point where brushing against a silk sleeve caused him to bite back a moan.
	Deliberately oblivious to Thomas' growing lust, Anna marched through the store, pausing only to point out particular garments or comment on various things. It was only when Thomas caught a faint smirk passing across her face that he began to suspect her. As a part of their games, she had a degree of control other his cybernetics. She was playing him like a finely tuned instrument, teasing an ever-increasing lust out of him while appearing utterly innocent.
	“Hey...” Thomas opened his mouth to confirm his suspicions, only to clamp it shut in order to hold back a gasp. A stab of intense physical pleasure – so brief that it was almost impossible to be sure it was ever there – rushed through him, causing his legs to shake. Before he could say anything else a second wave of pleasure moved through him, longer this time, causing his nipples to harder against the flimsy fabric of his bra.
	“Are you feeling okay?” Anna asked, her voice one of perfect innocence, “I do hope you're not feeling unwell.”
	“I'm fine,” Thomas stammered out, feeling his body grow hot and his knees begin to tremble. Anna cocked her head to the side, examining him closely, but didn't say anything else. The sensations coursing through his body were different now – less an actual pleasure and more of a yearning. The urge to masturbate, to discard all dignity and freely touch all of his sensitive places, was intense. Of course, that would definitely cause a scene.
	“Very well,” Anna gave him a respectful bow, taking the boy by the arm and steering him over to a lingerie display. “These are all very nice,” she suggested, holding up a set of white silk underwear, complete with a garter belt.
	“Wow, yeah...” for a moment, Thomas forgot all about his burning lust and stared at the beautiful lingerie. When he reached out to touch it, the sensation of fine silk against his fingertips almost brought tears to his eyes.
	“Perhaps you could try them on?” Anna offered gently, gesturing towards a bank of changing rooms. Not trusting his voice, Thomas nodded eagerly and started towards the changing rooms, Anna following closely behind.

	“Excuse me,” Anna's smooth voice caught the attention of the staff member outside the changing rooms, “May I accompany my employer inside?”
	“Of course!” the attendant, an artificially perky girl, replied, “I hope everything fits well!” 
	“Thank you,” Anna said, sliding past the attendant. Thomas, following closely behind, murmured his thanks as well before ducking into the first empty room he came across. When he was sure the door was locked, Thomas leaned heavily against the wall, the urge to touch himself almost overwhelming. As businesslike as always, Anna quickly began to undress him.
	“Wait, wait,” Thomas shrugged her off, “I can't try on anything like this.” His slit was dripping wet, heavy drops of synthetic lubricant forming and stretching out from him in long ropes. He tried to touch himself, desperate for any kind of relief, but no matter how much he probed or explored his slit, there was no relief.
	“That won't work,” Anna purred, gently taking Thomas' hands and pulling them away, “This is a high class establishment, you shouldn't be doing something so vulgar,” holding his wrists with one hand, she reached down and stroked a single long finger along his slit, the slow caress dragging a deep moan from the boy.
	“So if you want some relief, you're going to do it my way,” she added as she withdrew her finger, “And I want you to dress up. If you're going to touch yourself like a girl, you might as well look like one,”
	“But... I can't wear these,” Thomas protested, holding up the delicate silk undergarments, “I'll ruin them!”
	“So leave the pants off,” Anna ordered him, her voice a deep, sensual whisper, “But you're going to wear the rest, or you'll get no relief at all. I won't make it easy for you either.” To emphasise her point, Anna sent another burning pulse of lust through Thomas, causing him to flinch and whimper.
	“Okay, okay,” the boy whispered, snatching up the delicate bra and trying it on. Although it took him a while to fix it in place it was a perfect fit, cupping the contours of his petite chest and teasing his sensitive nipples with every movement, no matter how small. The garter belt was easier to get on, empty suspenders dangling uselessly at his thighs. Turning around to show Anna, he realised that the robot had slipped out of her skirt.
	Dressed only in a thin blouse, Anna's body still had the power to take Thomas' breath away. Heavy breasts, firm yet pliable enough, hung freely against her gunmetal skin, all easily visible through the filmy fabric. Contrasting with her dull chrome flesh, she wore the flesh toned unit of Thomas' crotch, stiffened cock standing at the ready. Just looking at the surreal sight of his own member thrusting out from her body was enough to sent a thrill of lust through the boy, as well as a giddy anticipation of what was surely to come.
	“You'd better be quiet,” Anna's voice, coy but hushed, sent a shiver down Thomas' spine as she stepped up to him, sweeping his smaller body up into a tight embrace. Thomas could barely stop a gasp slipping out as Anna pushed him up against the changing room wall, the head of her borrowed penis brushing against the boy's wet entrance. “There might be someone next door. We wouldn't want to give them anything to listen to, would we?”
	Biting down on his lower lip to silence his moans, Thomas let himself be positioned, turned around so that he was facing the wall, pert backside thrust out. A deep, trembling breath escaped Thomas as Anna's hands settled on his hips, her cock parting his lower lips as she slid it across his slit. Every time she touched him, even with an errant brush of a hand, a wave of pleasure rushed through Thomas, leaving him giddy and desperate for her sex.
	A long, low moan escaped the boy as Anna penetrated him by degrees, shivering at the sensation of every contour, every vein and groove of her cock, parting his lips and sinking deep into the velvety folds of his slit. Coated in his wetness, Anna's buried her cock up the hilt in Thomas' sex, reaching up to seize the subtle curves of his chest.
	“This is what you wanted, right?” she taunted, teasing and pinching his nipples as she stopped her thrusts, letting the slowly pulsing erection throb inside of him, “You've been waiting for this all day, don't deny it.”
	“Hng,” the sound – a barely articulate moan – was all Thomas could manage as he bucked his hips against Anna, desperately trying to replicate the delightful feeling of her thrusts. A stinging slap across his backside was all it took to stop his futile grindings. Defeated, Thomas lowered his head, “This is what I've been waiting for,” he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment. 
	As if answering his wishes, Anna's thrusts resumed, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed until the small room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Driven into spasms of lust by her manipulations, it wasn't long before Thomas was moaning aloud, all caution cast aside in favour of basking in the glorious sensations flowing through him.
	Laughing aloud at the boy's enthusiasm, Anna seized him by the mouth, one hand clamped over his slack, parted lips to stop his gasps, reducing them to a series of muffled grunts. Unable to give voice to his lust, Thomas let his eyelids droop, eyes drifting shut as he grew senseless from the pleasure of his growing orgasm.
	His entire midsection seemed to be submerged in warm, tingling mud as a near-unbearable pressure built up inside of him, coaxed into being by the merciless thrusts of Anna's stiffened shaft. The tingling spread out through his body like an electrical charge, spreading down into his fingers and toes as they curled and flexed uncontrollably. Tears formed in his eyes as the orgasm approached, the still-human skin of his face growing hot and sensitive.
	Too wrapped up in the overpowering sensations of his mounting climax, Thomas was barely aware of Anna's thrusts growing deeper and faster, controlled gasps escaping her as she worked towards her own orgasm. Coaxed into a climax by the delightful friction of Thomas' warm slit, Anna's cock exploded inside the boy, thick ropes of seed shooting into him with delirious force, one after another.
	Thomas' grunts reached a new peak as Anna climaxed within him, the frantic throbbing of her cock sending him over the edge, his orgasm wiping all other thoughts from his mind. Unable to do anything other than pant and gasp as his hips bucked and jumped with involuntary spasms of his artificial muscles. His orgasm was long, drawn out by every twitch and movement of the cock inside him, leaving him drained and breathless from the relentless pleasure.
	The feeling of Anna's warm seed leaking out of him told Thomas that she had pulled out, leaving him hollow yet satisfied. It was hard to think, bathed in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, but Thomas was dimly aware of Anna cleaning herself off with a dainty handkerchief, wiping the mix of her seed and Thomas' fluid from her wilting cock.
	“You should probably get dressed,” the robot said casually, glancing around at the dazed boy, “That nice attendant might think we're up to no good.”
	“But...” Thomas began as he fumbled to undo the fiddly bra strap with trembling hands, “We are up to no good. At least, we were.”
	“Nonsense!” Anna scoffed, her voice bright and innocent, “I was just giving you a good fitting, that's all.” With her skirt back in place, there was nothing to indicate otherwise except for the thick liquid clinging to the inside of Thomas' thighs. “Now come on and get dressed.”
	“Can't I clean myself first?” Thomas asked, crossing his legs in an attempt – not a very successful one - to stop the spent seed from sliding down his legs.
	“Of course not!” Anna gave the boy a wicked grin, throwing the balled up pair of panties at him. “Better put them on quick, or you're going to give everyone something very interesting to stare at.”
	Thomas, realising that arguing was only going to make things worse, struggled into the tight underwear, wincing at the feeling of rapidly cooling seed squelching against his crotch. Just as quickly, he donned the rest of his clothes and patted his hair down, trying to restore it to some semblance of order.  It wasn't perfect, as far as a glance in the changing room mirror told him, but it wasn't full blown bedroom hair either. His make up wasn't perfect either, pale pink lipstick smeared by Anna's silencing hand, but that was subtle enough to go unnoticed, or at least, that was what he hoped.
	It was difficult to walk normally, Thomas quickly realised, with a thick load spreading out into his underwear. Forced into a clumsy shuffle, Thomas could practically feel heads turning to stare at him, a burning heat rising in his cheeks. Smirking to herself, Anna led the way to the cash register, placing the skimpy set of underwear down on the desk.
	The attendant – a near carbon copy of the girl at the changing rooms – gave the pair a bland smile and went through the motions of the transaction. It was only at the end, while she was bagging up the silk lingerie, that she paused, nostrils twitching as she sniffed the air. Thomas mirrored the action, wincing slightly as he caught the chemical smell of Anna's artificial seed on the air. The awkward moment passed at an excruciating pace, before the girl finally handed the bag over.
	It took all of Thomas' restraint not to snatch the bag away and run out of the shop. Even so, he couldn't help but hurry out, even though it made the slimy feeling in his underwear worse. Anna followed behind him at a more leisurely pace, her face fixed in a calm mask. It was only when he was outside, standing in the street full of anonymous pedestrians that Thomas allowed himself to relax. As he was waiting for Anna to catch up, a thought occurred to him.
	“Hey, wait,” he said, when the pair were reunited, “We were supposed to be shopping, but...” Thomas trailed off, holding up the tiny bag to make his point.
	“Well then,” Anna clapped him on the shoulder, “We'll just have to go shopping another time, won't we?” Ignoring the warring looks of lust and horror on the boy's painted face, she began to steer him home, deliberately oblivious to the half-hearted complaints he murmured.