It was a wonderful morning, the best in my life. RC was so beautiful, and she knew me so well. And she knew just how to make me feel good. I really would have preferred to stay in bed the whole weekend, but she had literally drained all erotic feeling out of me - I was so tired, but in a wonderful way. I wondered if I’d be able to move again.

I tried to give as good as I got, but I just couldn’t keep up with her. But the times when I was able to, I was able to get her to come as strongly as any girl I knew ever did. And that made me feel good. Fulfilled.

She’d gone to the bathroom and was taking shower. It was my turn next, and believe me, we both could use a shower. Heehee. I could have joined her but I doubted I’d have the strength to be able to follow through on what would inevitably follow. So I was gonna shower after her.

I thought of RC, and how she had transformed from Ron to RC. I had to remember that my RC was actually my old friend Ron. She never wanted to be RC, but in time, I knew she’d accept it, especially if there was no way back. I think she was halfway there, now. I had to keep telling myself that I wasn’t being selfish for wanting to keep her from changing back to Ron, to keep RC from leaving me. But the fact that there was no way of her changing back meant that my feeling of being selfish was an academic one.

This week away from RC gave me some perspective on that. Being away gave me time to think, and I'd been pondering the question - was my love based only on her being so beautiful, of her being a girl?

But it wasn’t. True, she was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. But my love was based more out of my love for Ron. He had been my best friend from the beginning, and he knew me like no one else did, and I him. I would give up my life for him, if it meant keeping him safe. He was the love of my life, only I didn’t believe it.

Her becoming RC had opened my heart to the possibility of fully giving in to my love for Ron. It was the gateway to a kind of love I have never known before, and knew that I would never know with anyone else.

But if there was a way back for her, I knew that I wouldn’t stop her from pursuing it. I loved her too much to stop her. But I knew that, if that ever happened, then RC and I were through. I mean, I would still love her as Ron, but only as my best friend. I would never let her know that, of course, since she might not want to go through with the change. If ever it was available.

It was a dilemma. A big one that I couldn’t think of a way to solve. But at least, in that one, I’m the only one that loses. However, since her changing back wasn’t possible, then I didn’t need to worry about it.

The other one was that she wasn’t human anymore. Perceptor and Ratchet had told me that she was one of them now. Different, sure, but still an Autobot. Or more correctly, a Cybertronian.

Did that make a difference?

I saw her when she had changed into a robot-girl. That had brought home to me the fact that she wasn’t just a girl. But I have never thought of her being a robot. I just had to shrug and say she was just RC.

I felt her hand when she was a robot and, yes, her hand felt like metal, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t a “thing” – she was RC. And I was so happy she didn’t die that time.

I looked up when she came out of the bath, an extra-large towel wrapped around her, and briskly toweling her long, platinum blonde tresses with a smaller one. I had to give it to her – she really was trying her best to act like a girl. I hadn't needed to remind her to wrap herself with a towel like a girl anymore. But then again, with incredible size 40I boobies, I didn’t think she’d have any problems remembering.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said. “All done in the bathroom?”

“Yep,” she grinned. I almost melted from how pretty she looked when she smiled at me that way. “Your turn.”

She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“’Kay.” I stood up and finished my bathroom routine.

When I came out, I found my clothes gone, and the bedclothes replaced by fresh ones. I also heard the faint sound of the washing machine running. I giggled. Clearly, that’s one thing about being a girl that RC wasn’t used to, yet.

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I heard RC knocking around downstairs in the kitchen, and I hurried through my routine.

“RC, honey,” I called down. “Are we planning anything for today?”

“I don’t know. Unless you have any ideas…”

“Let’s think about that later,” I said. In that case, I just made do with a sweater, a short little pair of culottes, booty-socks and sneakers.

I went downstairs and saw RC making soup. She was wearing a loose cotton blouse over a tanktop, leggings and sneakers. Very casual and down-to-Earth – just the ticket for hanging around the house, but very sexy. Then again, anything would look sexy on RC.

I was glad that RC had some clothes already. I have to remember to call up Daryl and Arlene, and to thank them. But I’ll be glad when Pat is done with RC’s new clothes. I’d have liked to see RC in dressier kinds of outfits; then we could go out more.

“Hey, hon,” I said, and reached up to give her a little hug and kiss.

“Hey, Suzy. How about a little bowl of soup?”

I sat by the counter and she dished up a little bowl of homemade mushroom soup. On the side, she put up a little plate with a toasted bagel and a big glass of orange juice.

She sat beside me and sipped on a glass of ice-cold water.

“You’re not having any?” I said. The soup was really great. I followed it up with a little piece of bagel with cream cheese.

“I’m not too hungry,” she said.

I laid my head on her shoulder as I enjoyed my late lunch. “Feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling great. Just not hungry.”

“Okay.”

“I was thinking, let’s just take it easy for today, maybe walk around town or something, or stay in and finish redecorating the place. The grass sod I ordered a few days ago was just delivered.”

“Sounds good. Staying in sounds better.”

“Okay.” I finished off my bagel and soup, and we started with fixing up the place.

I started with the stuff I’d brought over. It was mostly clothes, so I segregated them from the rest, dividing them into two piles – stuff for dry cleaning and regular laundry.

I dumped the stuff for laundry in the laundry basket near the washing machine in the back room, and put the rest in laundry bags near the front door.

In our house, the front and back doors were more like hangar doors made for use by Autobots. So a bunch of soldiers from Fort Lewis’ engineering division came and made little human-sized doors inside the bigger main doors, sort of like a pet door, actually. I put my bags to the side of the larger Autobot-sized doors.

I then put away the rest of my stuff, and then went back downstairs to help RC with whatever I could.

By the end of the day, we had finished off our redecoration: all of the drapes were up; all of our appliances, electronics and whatever gadgets we liked to use were all in their places; both the front and back yards were all raked out, and RC had laid out the grass sod (hopefully there would be no rain for the next few days); and all my pictures had been put up. Well, I only had a half dozen prints – just enough for our bedroom, the two guest rooms and the hallways. The wall above the living room’s couch was conspicuously blank, which RC commented on. I said I’d take care of it. If worse came to worst and I couldn't find any nice paintings or pictures, I'd take some photos myself and we could mount those.

By the time we were done, it was almost seven, and we were thinking of going out for dinner. I decided to call Betty first before we started getting ready, to let her know we were going out.

I called the NEST phone relay number and then keyed in Betty’s Bumblebee relay number. The phone relay number was a service that allowed people using cellphones to call Autobots that had their own built-in comms, and vice versa.

“Hi, Bee? It’s Susan. I just…”

“Hello, Ms. Susan. Is RC with you?”

“Uhhh, yes, she is. What’s…”

“Can you put her on, please?”

“Hold on.” I handed my cellphone to RC.

“What?” she asked.

“Bee needs to talk with you. Something’s happening, I think.”

RC put my phone against her ear.

“Yes, Bee. What’s happening? Oh. Oh, no. Why did it happen? Oh. What can I do? Oh, okay. Ms. Jackson? All right. I’ll be there right away.”

RC handed my phone back to me.

I checked and Betty had already hung up. “So?” I asked RC. “What’s happening?”

RC sighed. “One of the statue people died.”

“What! How? Why?”

“Seems that the estimates on their energy levels weren’t right. Ratchet did some new scans and they’re now down to ten to twelve hours. Ms. Jackson, the one who’s supposed to have the most remaining energy is down to three.”

“Oh, no! What can be done?”

“Remember that device of Perceptor’s that I was telling you about this morning? They’re gonna try it out and see if that can help.”

“Why do they need you?”

She sighed again. “Well, it seems that statue-girl, Katherine Jackson, is near hysterical and won’t let any Autobot near her. She even threw Rodimus against a wall. Some of my guys from X Flight tried to calm her down but she said she only wanted to talk to me.”

“Why did she hurt the others?”

“She’s in a panic. She doesn’t trust anyone at this point.”

“Except you. Why you?”

She shrugged. “I guess I made a connection when I talked with her before.”

“Well, we better go.”

“Suzy, they only need me. You don’t…”

“Don’t worry about me, honey. I won’t go near her. I just wanna, you know, go with you.”

“Well, okay. Go get your stuff.”

She ran upstairs and got her purse and a jacket.

That reminded me. I wasn’t really cold but I decided to get a jacket myself. In a few minutes, we got into my F150 convertible and drove back to the base.