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To celebrate graduating top of our class with degrees in rocket science, my friends and I decided to take some time off for a roadtrip. My buddy Brett was obsessed with a new company called Synthetica Lifeform Upgrade Technology and rented us a car customized with their latest software advancements. At first the car was kind of weird, especially seeing the custom license plate 'B1MB0F1', but as the drive started the four of us began to appreciate the features.

The most important thing was autopilot. I never fully trusted cars with that functionality, but after a hour or so it felt really smooth and trustworthy. There was also a robotic assistant with a calming yet commanding voice that would warn you of any issue and make recommendations on driving procedures. I think that's how we discovered the enhanced radio. It was so powerful it could tune into these channels with this great bubbly pop and trance music I didn't even know existed. There was also plenty of informative podcasts with a relaxing, soothing narrator that made the hours in the car fly by like minutes.

In fact when we stopped for gas, I didn't even remember how long we had gone or how the trip had even happened. Had the car we rented always been a pink convertible? How had the wind not ruffled our immaculate fluffy hair or messed up our perfect glam makeup? Did the girls and I coordinate our outfits with shiny pink minidresses and dangling hoop earrings ahead of time? These felt like important questions, but I was distracted watching the cute guy who offered to pump our gas for us. Gawd why did I want him to pump something else inside of me?

Eventually we were ready to drive again. I engaged the autopilot. Activated the vibrating seats which knew how to pulse and vibrate and probe our backsides juuuuust right. Turned the 'Driver's Oral Learning Lessons' tape back on at full volume. Then I started the car and turned my mind off. Celebrating being a mindless blank bimbo doll like my friends. Not caring whether we were taken to a fashion show, a strip club, a brothel, or a Synthetica office to be a ditzy secretary like Brittney aspired to be. It didn't matter with the open road ahead and an empty mind to fill with whatever thoughts SluTech wanted me to have.

AI IMAGE PROMPT:
Group of voluptuous plastic surgery feminine trans women, driving in a hot pink convertible sports can with roof down, wearing pink sundresses, pouty lips, voluminous salon quality hair

Description
To celebrate graduating top of our class with degrees in rocket science, my friends and I decided to take some time off for a roadtrip. My buddy Brett was obsessed with a new company called Synthetica Lifeform Upgrade Technology and rented us a car customized with their latest software advancements. At first the car was kind of weird, especially seeing the custom license plate 'B1MB0F1', but as the drive started the four of us began to appreciate the features.

The most important thing was autopilot. I never fully trusted cars with that functionality, but after a hour or so it felt really smooth and trustworthy. There was also a robotic assistant with a calming yet commanding voice that would warn you of any issue and make recommendations on driving procedures. I think that's how we discovered the enhanced radio. It was so powerful it could tune into these channels with this great bubbly pop and trance music I didn't even know existed. There was also plenty of informative podcasts with a relaxing, soothing narrator that made the hours in the car fly by like minutes.

In fact when we stopped for gas, I didn't even remember how long we had gone or how the trip had even happened. Had the car we rented always been a pink convertible? How had the wind not ruffled our immaculate fluffy hair or messed up our perfect glam makeup? Did the girls and I coordinate our outfits with shiny pink minidresses and dangling hoop earrings ahead of time? These felt like important questions, but I was distracted watching the cute guy who offered to pump our gas for us. Gawd why did I want him to pump something else inside of me?

Eventually we were ready to drive again. I engaged the autopilot. Activated the vibrating seats which knew how to pulse and vibrate and probe our backsides juuuuust right. Turned the 'Driver's Oral Learning Lessons' tape back on at full volume. Then I started the car and turned my mind off. Celebrating being a mindless blank bimbo doll like my friends. Not caring whether we were taken to a fashion show, a strip club, a brothel, or a Synthetica office to be a ditzy secretary like Brittney aspired to be. It didn't matter with the open road ahead and an empty mind to fill with whatever thoughts SluTech wanted me to have.

AI IMAGE PROMPT:
Group of voluptuous plastic surgery feminine trans women, driving in a hot pink convertible sports can with roof down, wearing pink sundresses, pouty lips, voluminous salon quality hair