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My original was pretty good by itself, but this has better shading.

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Story by Alebann www.deviantart.com/alebann

Ingrid was having trouble making friends in Stepford. All the women were nice enough, they just seemed a bit dull. Her husband was getting along great with the other men in town. That meant a lot of time with the kids, but now they were back in school.

When Ella asked her to come over to bake, Ingrid was happy to say yes. When Ella said she wanted to film a tiktok with the two of them baking in dresses and frilly aprons, Ingrid hesitated but still said yes. If it made Ella happy and got Ingrid out of the house, no harm done.

It was certainly different putting on a pair of heels and a lot more makeup than she normally wore just to make cookies, but Ingrid started to get into it. Ella seemed in her element, more animated than Ingrid had ever seen her. Ella's happy narration made it easy for Ingrid to play along.

Ingrid had her head down, focused on the tray of Maple Macarons when she heard the oven door open, then a clang, then a thump. Whatever Ingrid was expecting to see on the floor, it wasn't Ella's still-smiling face on a detached head.

"Oh just nudge that aside for a moment." Ella's voice wasn't coming from her mouth. It seemed to be coming from the counter.

"Is that your head?"

"Yes, dear. But please, these are delicate cookies and we need to be sure they bake evenly."

On closer inspection, Ingrid saw the tubing and data connections in Ella's neck. "You're a robot?"

Ella took the tray from Ingrid's hands and put it in the oven. "Of course, dear. My my, I suppose we'll have to edit around this."

Ingrid was frozen in place, not sure what to say next. "How are you still going?"

Ella picked up her head and found some canned air in a drawer. She sprayed away and little bits of dirt from the part of her neck attached to her head. "Oh, this body is more like a peripheral now. My brain is on a server rack in the basement. Between cameras, microphones, and triangulation between the transmitters in the house, I don't need my head to get around the kitchen." Ella started connecting the throat tube between her head and torso, then moving to the muscle connections.

Ingrid had to lean against the kitchen table for support. "How long?"

"About 3 years now. I haven't told the kids. Jeanette is old enough to understand, but she'll definitely tell her brothers and that would be a disaster."

"Why?" Ingrid was too dazed to compose more complex questions.

Ella had her head reattached to the point she could resume talking and emoting, although there was an obvious seam around her neck that hadn't resealed. "I'll assume you mean why I became a gynoid. I wanted to be the best version of me. I don't need to worry about gaining weight or thinning hair or sagging breasts or getting wrinkles. My ankles don't ache after an evening in heels and my back doesn't ache after playing with the kids. And if I can be honest, I was on some pills for anxiety and depression. Now I step off my charging station bright-eyed, happy, and ready to go!" Ella's big grin had returned.

Ingrid thought about her migraines and the evening cocktails she started to look forward to at about 11 AM. She thought about the weekdays she existed on celery when trying to get into a dress for some event her husband needed to attend on Friday night.

Ella noticed Ingrid pondering the situation, rather than being horrified. It was a good sign. She didn't need to sell it any harder.

The gynoid kept going, "I wasn't going to be so dramatic about the reveal, but things don't always go to plan. The cable company is installing a fiber connection and setting up some additional data exchange hardware around your home this afternoon."

Ingrid went from pensive back to worried, "Are you going to turn me into a robot?"

Ella shook her head, "That's so the other robot ladies and I can communicate back to our brains more easily. When we're connected on a VPN, it's a bit like operating underwater and drunk."

Ella leaned forward and took Ingrid's hand, "But if you're interested, I can send you more information, let you talk with the other robogirls." The bell on the oven dinged, "But first, cookies."

Description
My original was pretty good by itself, but this has better shading.

www.deviantart.com/fembotfan/a…

Story by Alebann www.deviantart.com/alebann

Ingrid was having trouble making friends in Stepford. All the women were nice enough, they just seemed a bit dull. Her husband was getting along great with the other men in town. That meant a lot of time with the kids, but now they were back in school.

When Ella asked her to come over to bake, Ingrid was happy to say yes. When Ella said she wanted to film a tiktok with the two of them baking in dresses and frilly aprons, Ingrid hesitated but still said yes. If it made Ella happy and got Ingrid out of the house, no harm done.

It was certainly different putting on a pair of heels and a lot more makeup than she normally wore just to make cookies, but Ingrid started to get into it. Ella seemed in her element, more animated than Ingrid had ever seen her. Ella's happy narration made it easy for Ingrid to play along.

Ingrid had her head down, focused on the tray of Maple Macarons when she heard the oven door open, then a clang, then a thump. Whatever Ingrid was expecting to see on the floor, it wasn't Ella's still-smiling face on a detached head.

"Oh just nudge that aside for a moment." Ella's voice wasn't coming from her mouth. It seemed to be coming from the counter.

"Is that your head?"

"Yes, dear. But please, these are delicate cookies and we need to be sure they bake evenly."

On closer inspection, Ingrid saw the tubing and data connections in Ella's neck. "You're a robot?"

Ella took the tray from Ingrid's hands and put it in the oven. "Of course, dear. My my, I suppose we'll have to edit around this."

Ingrid was frozen in place, not sure what to say next. "How are you still going?"

Ella picked up her head and found some canned air in a drawer. She sprayed away and little bits of dirt from the part of her neck attached to her head. "Oh, this body is more like a peripheral now. My brain is on a server rack in the basement. Between cameras, microphones, and triangulation between the transmitters in the house, I don't need my head to get around the kitchen." Ella started connecting the throat tube between her head and torso, then moving to the muscle connections.

Ingrid had to lean against the kitchen table for support. "How long?"

"About 3 years now. I haven't told the kids. Jeanette is old enough to understand, but she'll definitely tell her brothers and that would be a disaster."

"Why?" Ingrid was too dazed to compose more complex questions.

Ella had her head reattached to the point she could resume talking and emoting, although there was an obvious seam around her neck that hadn't resealed. "I'll assume you mean why I became a gynoid. I wanted to be the best version of me. I don't need to worry about gaining weight or thinning hair or sagging breasts or getting wrinkles. My ankles don't ache after an evening in heels and my back doesn't ache after playing with the kids. And if I can be honest, I was on some pills for anxiety and depression. Now I step off my charging station bright-eyed, happy, and ready to go!" Ella's big grin had returned.

Ingrid thought about her migraines and the evening cocktails she started to look forward to at about 11 AM. She thought about the weekdays she existed on celery when trying to get into a dress for some event her husband needed to attend on Friday night.

Ella noticed Ingrid pondering the situation, rather than being horrified. It was a good sign. She didn't need to sell it any harder.

The gynoid kept going, "I wasn't going to be so dramatic about the reveal, but things don't always go to plan. The cable company is installing a fiber connection and setting up some additional data exchange hardware around your home this afternoon."

Ingrid went from pensive back to worried, "Are you going to turn me into a robot?"

Ella shook her head, "That's so the other robot ladies and I can communicate back to our brains more easily. When we're connected on a VPN, it's a bit like operating underwater and drunk."

Ella leaned forward and took Ingrid's hand, "But if you're interested, I can send you more information, let you talk with the other robogirls." The bell on the oven dinged, "But first, cookies."