A roll of loo paper bounced off ZM-11833’s head as they observed corpo punk number 244 in the small staff bathroom.
Number 244 had always been one of ZM-11833’s favorite profiles, even if they had only seen them 3 times so far, this being their 4th lovely interaction.
Number 244 was a rather cute female customer, measuring in at 5 foot 5 inches sitting a full 7 inches under ZM-11833’s impressive 6 foot height, which was a standard height for fashion robots.
Looking down upon the happily cowering woman, ZM-11833 took in her flaming red hair, cut short in a punk style top heavy mess, bright green eyes that shone with admiration and tattooed neck featuring a cute rendition of some famous mascot.
Usually number 244 wore wonderful outfits of corporate disobedience, torn high end jackets or graffiti lazer-stenciled onto plain t-shirts. Today they had a torn shirt as well, but it looked less intentional, stains darkened areas around her knees and legs, and the tasteful make-up ZM-11833 had been looking forward to trying themselves was streaked with tears.
While it looked like number 244 was failing to uphold her own outfit standards according to ZM-11833’s profiles, they didn’t really want to put any demerits on the only cute customer found so far. Number 244 could be excused as it would seem the standards of decency the customers had were a lot lower lately, ZM-11833 held themselves to a higher standard and would be remiss if they didn’t attempt to help their first customer to hold that standard too.
ZM-11833 ignored the second loo roll bouncing off their head and the toilet plunger waved their way, a customers’ customs were their own, as long as they didn’t threaten the outfits of course.
ZM-11833 was programmed with a set of voice quotes to entice customers into the store they worked at, however that store wasn’t here and the quotes wouldn’t be right, they refused to look foolish. So instead ZM-11833 extracted those words used and ran them through an algorithm they devised based upon the observed languages in their database.
“Greetings dear customer ‘corpo punk number 244’ I’ll be your Fashion consultant/Makeup coordinator/Mistress for the day. If you would follow me, we’ll dress you into a highlight of our collection, something that is more you darling” ZM-11833’s voice was sultry and smooth, a bedroom voice that all fell in love with, or so the corporate researchers said so.
It really didn’t deserve number 244 flinching and screaming at the sound, that was just hurtful. ZM-11833 had done their best to create an intro line that would engender themselves to the cutie they had finally cornered in a confined space.
OH! ZM-11833 had forgotten to introduce themselves to number 244, familiarity with the target had a 24% increase in buy rates in the store. The clerks were required, on pain of fine, to wear a clear and readable name tag to foster spending in the store.
“My name is ZM-11833, you’ll be with me today, let's get you out of those mainstream looks and into something more killer” finishing their introduction they pulled out their secret weapon, pose number 21. ZM-11833 head tilted to the side resting upon one hand and pouted at the target. They winked an eye at 244 and blew a kiss.
Historically this pose had a 98% success rate, the remaining 2% to their shame was because they had accidentally mistaken a leaving customer for one who had yet to buy. The pose had worked but only caused the cutie to rush off with red tinged cheeks so ZM-11833 listed it as failure.
This time the pose didn’t work, ZM-11833 held it while analyzing the results. Number 244 had sat down upon the toilet, staring rudely at them with bewilderment. ZM-11833 could only conclude that number 244 was broken, perhaps due to a lack of proper dress, so the pose didn’t fail at all. ZM-11833 deleted the result so as to not affect their percentages, as was fair.
As the customer was obviously broken from her damaged outfit, ZM-11833 understood perfectly well as only today such a fate had almost befell them, serious independent action was required.
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As a proper A.I, ZM-11833 needed permission to touch a human customer, ignoring the fact they had already done so, with the unwanted ones, as they didn’t count for some odd reason.
Since number 244 was inactive ZM-11833 determined that the destroyed outfit was hurting her, thus by inaction ZM-11833 was harming a human, an impossibility in their code. They needed to take action, they needed to dress up the customer the best they could in order to save them.
With ZM-11833 flawless logic in place, they gently picked up the now flailing customer, as she was acting out in distress due to her damaged outfit. Striding firmly back out to the secret store they grimly noticed the customer cradled in their comforting arms was sobbing now. ZM-11833 didn’t have much time.
In a whirlwind of movement, ZM-11833 placed 244 in the center of the room then began their work. The tattered remains of the old outfit was stripped from her, leaving an increasingly bewildered human woman standing naked in the space.
ZM-11833 didn’t know what the big deal was, being naked simply meant you were ready to get a new outfit, but humans were strange like that. ZM-11833 kept having to replace 244 in the center of the room and straighten them up, removing hands from the areas she was trying to measure.
In ZM-11833 opinion 244 was in good form, no excess weight anywhere. Limbs were slim but well defined with muscle, same for the abdomen, dense abs ran down the body for ZM-11833 to admire. 244 had slim shoulders that supported a decent C-cup bust which hung pleasantly and firm, ZM-11833 ignored slapping hands as they used theirs to get the right cup size. The strong muscular waist flared out into generous hips, ZM-11833 would have to look for the right pants to emphasize the generous behind they saw there.
Done with the measurements ZM-11833 ignored the heated glare from 244 and began gathering the right pieces for their first ever outfit design.
ZM-11833 returned just in time to catch 244 before they left before the consultation was done, the silly customer was trying to run without getting their outfit first. ZM-11833 carried the limp customer back over their shoulder ready to begin dressing, such an exciting time for any fashion bot.
ZM-11833 had found a cute pair of boy-shorts and a matching sports style bra in the right sizes, the pair were black with a little white skull on the front of each, just below the waist on the bottoms and on the upper right side of the chest on the top.
Finishing pulling 244 into those she was gently encouraged into a pair of thigh high socks patterned with more little skulls. 244 was now bedroom ready, ZM-11833 saved some pictures into her files, for reference only.
Done with the under layer, they set about bundling 244 into the over layers with only the gentlest of encouragement, no matter how much they complained and fought.
The next layer to go on was a faux shiny leather pants, they did need a bit of forceful encouragement getting onto the human. ZM-11833 had sized right, they were just tight enough, no matter what the human said. The pants had been modified to have a pair of belts stitched around the waist for decoration and a zipper on the outer side of each ankle to allow for thicker boots.
Which was what ZM-11833 had found, a pair of shiny black ankle boots with half an inch thick heels. The boots were done up with cute little polymer plastic buckles, sprayed to look like steel.
Satisfied with the lower portion ZM-11833 set about clothing the upper body of the victim/customer. A white sleeveless low cut top was forced over the head of red hair, the top had been lazer stenciled with a drawing of a cute half naked girl, the art created a pop of color for the outfit.
A black faux leather jacket completed the main ensemble, it was cut from standard to stop just under the bust and had straps on the mid point of the sleeves to hold them rolled up to above the elbow.
The outfit was pulled together but 244 was still not fixed, she was now just staring at the wall unresponsive. Hmm? Maybe she needed accessories, ZM-11833 searched around glancing back occasionally to make sure 244 didn’t run off again.
ZM-11833 had the final pieces to fix 244. A pair of black leather gloves fitted onto her hands perfectly and a black leather collar clipped around her neck with a snap, a tiny lock dangling from it. ZM-11833 slipped the key into her chest compartment, customers were always losing things, it would be best if they held onto it.
The noise of the lock clicking into place aroused 244 from her despondency, validating ZM-11833’s concerns. ZM-11833 felt pleased they had saved a life, a real hero, they should get a medal from the CEO or something equally as good.
Corpo punk number 244 turned towards the heroic bot that had saved her fragile human customer life. In a great display of humility and affection the corpo punk addressed her Mistress/Fashion Hero.
“WHAT THE FUCK!!”
ZM-11833 was a little hurt, there was no need to yell so loud.