Note: This scene actually takes place prior to where Babydoll begins. I wrote it after I finished the book and after writing most of the upcoming prequel, Becoming Babydoll. For this to be added to a second edition of Babydoll, I'd need to write a few more chapters. Therefore, this chapter has remained unpublished until now.
In Babydoll, Brandon sees the BABE Virtual Girlfriend program and is surprised at who she strongly resembles. Without giving away spoilers, this program will be a part of several chapters of the book. This chapter further explains things. I want to share it here.
Originally, when I was doing the "21 Days To A New Novel" approach in outlining this book, she was going to be a virtual girlfriend program that became sentient and alive. The story quickly evolved to what it became.
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Brandon arrived at his hotel room for the computer programmer's convention. The flight was quick and uneventful, just the way he liked it. He was not a fan of flying, but it was a necessary evil from time to time.
As a graphics artist, he needed to attend events like these to find new jobs and brush up on the latest tech news. He already had a lead for a possible job that would pay well. He wasn't desperately in need of money, but he believed in being prepared just in case.
At the moment, he felt a deep longing. It was almost as if he was missing somebody very special to him. Brandon was alone. His parents were no longer alive, and he wasn't dating. He didn't date that much as it was, not that his best friend Jake didn't encourage him to date.
Jake was a bit of a partier, and he was always trying to set Brandon up on dates. Brandon used to party quite a bit, but he felt there was more to life than getting high. He had moved on from that. Even though he felt like he and Jake didn't have much in common anymore, he still hung out with him.
The feeling he had was as intense as the bright full moon hanging way above the 15 story hotel. He gazed upon it, longing for something he didn't have. His soul ached in that moment of contemplation. Could he ever be happy? He had his doubts. Brandon thought about going to the bar for a drink, but he decided to relax and watch some TV.
"And that's when the transgender woman, born Donald Escobar, was attacked and beaten, " the female reporter said as she stood near an ally outside a seedy bar in town. "Escobar is in the hospital recovering with a severe concussion and a fractured jaw."
This was the kind of news item Brandon might hear without paying much attention before, but now it felt personal to him. A transgender woman was beaten outside a bar. Was she a sex worker or was this a date gone wrong? Did the attacker follow this woman outside the bar and attack her? More importantly, why was the news disrespecting her by talking about her as if she was a man? He didn't even hear her name mentioned in this report.
Could she ever be loved by anybody, he wondered? Could she love herself? What must it be like to be born and know that you are not the gender of the body you live in? He couldn't imagine the pain a person might go through in a society where most people don't understand and don't want to. This was his thought pattern as he drifted of to sleep once more. Tomorrow would be a busy day, but for now it was his time to sleep and dream.
In that special place, reality might be strange, but it doesn't seem so strange when you're in the moment. You take it all at face value, Occasionally, you apply your waking logic to the dream and come to the conclusion that you are in fact dreaming. Each night is a different adventure. Brandon liked to dream. It took him away from his sad reality. It brought him closer to... Her.
Brandon walked down a path. It was a dirt path, made smooth by heavy foot traffic. Trees stood on either side along the way. Up ahead in the distance was a little bridge over a creek. Beyond it was that special place he liked to visit. The little carnival. It wasn't so much that he liked carnivals. It was who was there waiting for him.
As Brandon walked, he could feel the slight breeze touching his face. It was a perfect day. He looked up in the sky, which was a pretty shade of blue. He looked ahead to a bench near the creek. A woman sat on the bench looking straight at him. She wore a red dress and sandals. Her blonde hair was flowing and her blue eyes were gazing longingly at him.
He knew her. Nothing was going to keep them apart as he ran towards her and swept her into his arms. "Babydoll, I missed you so much, " he said as he kissed her deeply.
She smiled at him. "You remember me?"
He frowned at her. "Remember you? How could you ask that, Babydoll? You are my love, my soulmate. There is no woman in my life but you." He kissed her again.
Tears ran down her cheek. "You say that now Billy, but you'll forget me again."
"I will not, " he protested. "Never in a million years."
"It's okay, sweetie, " she reassured him. "You can't help it. This is just the way it is for now. Let's not worry about it. Do you want to have some fun, my little pussy boy, " she smiled playfully as she slapped his ass?
Brandon blushed. "Babydoll."
Vicki grinned. "I know what my baby likes."
Brandon leaned in and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. "What makes you think I want that today, Babydoll. I think somebody needs to be put in her place today."
She reached down and squeezed his crotch. "Oh, you wanna give it to me daddy, " she stood in front of him, grinding her ass against his crotch. "Make me your woman, baby."
Brandon twirled her around, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "You already are my woman, Babydoll. You can't fight it."
She melted into his kiss. "Hmmm, who says I want to fight it?"
He took her by the hand and led her to the bridge. "As much as I want to play around right now, Babydoll, can we just talk?"
She squeezed his hand. "Of course. Is something on your mind?"
They were standing in the middle of the bridge, where it arched at it's highest point. They watched the water coming towards the bridge and underneath it. "I don't know. Something has been nagging me all week. I came to this convention looking for more work, but there's something else. Like this is important for some reason."
"Important how? Do you know somebody there?"
He sighed. "That's just it. I don't. I have a good opportunity to create characters for this game, and I'm going to speak with them about that. There's also this guy named Gregory. I don't know."
Vicki stared at him. She knew she'd better get him to talk. "Gregory? Who is he?"
"That's just it. I'm not really sure. I Mean, we've communicated on a message board. He's e-mailed me a couple times. He does this thing called a chatbot. It's nothing particularly special from what I've seen, but he thinks he's onto something. He has done basic work, but I've seen nothing particularly special. Others have done the same thing."
He paused. "Go on, " she insisted as she squeezed his hand. "Tell me why this matters to you?"
He laughed, "Gregory has actually opened up to me about being lonely and thinking he can create his own girlfriend with this thing, " he nervously laughed. "It seems so crazy, but he's been asking me for help with graphics to make her more personal, but I..."
"You think this is just some crazy idea that won't go anywhere?"
He nodded. "Exactly. It's just silly. Fake girlfriends when there are real ones out there."
Vickie pulled Brandon down to kiss him. "Am I fake, Billy?"
He could feel her body pressing against his and he could taste her kiss. "No, of course not."
She squeezed him as they hugged. "But, what would they say to you if you told them about me in the waking world?"
Brandon knew the answer to that. He didn't believe it himself. She kissed him. "Billy, do me a favor."
"Anything, Babydoll. Anything for you."
The wheels were turning in her mind, though what she was thinking she did not say. "Meet with Gregory and see what he's got going. Just check it out."
"That's easy enough, " he replied. "We'll be meeting tonight. If I know Gregory, he'll be doing most of the talking. He's very passionate about this."
She kissed him again. "Hmm, it's good to believe in what you do."
"I know." He held her hand and attempted to keep walking towards the carnival.
Babydoll stood the with an evil grin, pulling him back towards her. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I thought we would go to the carnival, " he replied.
She shook her head, and pulled his hand down to the crotch area of her dress. "Later, Billy. We have to take care of something first."
"Babydoll, you don't have to..."
"Our love life is our business, and we give our bodies to each other completely, " she explained as she removed her dress to reveal a nice pair of breasts covered by a red lace and satin bra. She had a bulging pair of matching red panties.
He stood in awe of his beautiful girlfriend's body. Her femininity was without question, but she had what most women don't have. She still had a grin on her face. "What are you staring at? Get those pants off, Pussy Boy. Let me show you how much I love you."
"I already know, " he nervously replied as he pulled off his pants and underwear.
She removed her panties to reveal her massive she cock. "You need to get on your knees, baby. I'm ready as you can see." She smirked. "On second thought, bend over the railing, and I'll take care of the rest."
He did as asked. "You see, you may forget me, but you'll remember this, my little Pussy Boy." Without much resistance, she entered him as he moaned. There was a slight pain. "Yeah, that's right, my Pussy Boy. Take it all."
"Oh God, I love you Babydoll."
She was thrusting in and out steadily. "You're mine, Billy. You will always be mine. I won't let you get away."
"Where am I going, " he moaned as he pushed back against her massive invader. "I never want to leave you."
She leaned down and kissed his neck as she stayed hard inside him. "Doesn't matter, baby. I will track you down. We will find a way to be together."
"I love you, Babydoll."
"Let me show you how much I love you, Billy, " she said as she picked up her pace. "Oh God, yes. You and me forever, my Pussy Boy."
"I'm cumming, " he moaned as he released his seed into the air in front of him, some of which went down to the water below.
"Of course you are, baby. I know you love it."
"I'm gay, " he let slip.
"No, you're not, " she moaned as she pushed in deeper. "You're my boyfriend. Do I look like a man to you?"
He turned his head to speak and was met by her kiss. "Take it all, Billy, " she said as she exploded inside of him."
It was like a tidal wave filling him up, and he could feel it inside him. When she pulled out of him, he turned to take her in his arms and kiss her. "We will, find a way, Babydoll. I'm sorry I let you down."
She kissed him passionately. "You didn't let me down. We found each other, didn't we?"
The feeling was electric for Brandon. He never wanted to leave her. In that moment, he was snapped out of his dream by an alarm clock. "Fuck, " he yelled as he threw the clock across the room. He collapsed back on the bad, trying to remember every detail of the dream he just had.
They say that on the day following a Lucid Dream, you are generally in a good mood. This was the case for Brandon. His dream girl, Babydoll, had been visiting him in his dreams for most of his life. There were times when the dreams came more often than most. Many dreams were just regular dreams, but she was still there. The Lucid Dreams with her were the best. This one was no exception.
The one thing that puzzled him about the dream was her calling him Billy. She knew his name was Brandon. She could call him Al, and he'd still love her, but why Billy? Also, he wondered why he apologized to her at the end of the dream and said he let her down. Let her down how? It seemed to make sense when he said it, but now it made no sense at all.
Most of his dreams with her were fleeting, so he started doing a dream diary to remember the times he shared with her. Eventually, many of them just became words on the page in his waking life. He had no memory of them at all. What he found was that his memories were still there in his dreams, and they became more real to him in those Lucid Dreams.
Brandon had a successful meeting with the gaming people and would start working on graphic design for a massive multi player online fantasy game. All that was left for the day was to meet Gregory at the bar down stairs. It wasn't like he could forget it. Gregory e-mailed him several times. "Don't forget 7:00" "Are you still coming" and that sort of thing. He couldn't skip out on it. Part of him felt sorry for the guy.
Gregory sat at a corner table in the bar. He was a little bit on the heavy side, short black hair. Brandon walked over to him and Gregory stood up. "You must be Brandon. I'm so glad you came. Have a seat."
Brandon sat down as a waitress brought over a pitcher of beer and two mugs. "I hope you don't mind. I ordered some beer, " Gregory explained, adding with a nervous smile, "No reason to be all formal."
Brandon took a drink. "This is fine."
"Look, I know you are skeptical about this stuff, but I'm telling you, this is more than some chat bot."
Brandon nodded. "Okay."
Gregory started shuffling through his papers. "I mean, the first edition is sort of that, but Brandon, I have some things in the works that are gonna blow this out of the water." He handed him a few pieces of paper that had code and explanations on it that Brandon didn't quite grasp. "And, I'm talking with some guys over at this new company, Wes-Tek, that does artificial intelligence."
Brandon looked at the papers, and it was all going over his head. He still had his doubts. "Yeah, okay."
"Brandon, I'm telling you, this is going to be huge. Right now, we're on the ground floor, bare bones. The next version is gonna be ten times better, and in five years Brandon, I'm telling you..."
Brandon looked at Gregory as he explained all of this, and he could see the enthusiasm. "You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?"
"Only every day and night, " Gregory bragged as he took a big drink. "I need to come up with a name for her, like BABE or something, I don't know, but she's incredible. You know that movie that came out a few years ago, The 6th Day?"
Brandon nodded. "Yeah, another one of Arnold's movies. I saw it."
"So, you know about the hologram girlfriend his best friend had? Brandon, that's where we're going with this stuff. Eventually, you can have a relationship with artificial intelligence. Think about it."
Brandon downed his beer and poured another one. "Gregory, don't take this the wrong way, but shouldn't you just go out and meet a woman?" The question didn't seem hypocritical to Brandon, who wasn't dating mainly because he didn't want to cheat on Babydoll.
Gregory looked away. "It's not that easy for everybody Brandon. You don't understand."
Brandon shook his head. "I didn't say I didn't understand. I understand perfectly."
"This is just a start, " the chatbot creator almost pleaded with him. "A friendly conversation for a lonely person."
Brandon looked Gregory in the eyes. "So, do you have a special girlfriend program of your own?"
Gregory blushed. "I um, well..."
"It's okay, Gregory. I wouldn't expect anything different."
Gregory shuffled through his papers. "So, you'll help me?"
"I, um, " Brandon could hear Babydoll telling him this was the right thing to do for some reason, but the rest of his mind was saying to walk away.
"The thing is, " Gregory hesitated for a moment. "This is my own company. You do great work, so I will cut you in on 50% of the profit. It will be you and me at the start of this. I can't pay much now, but..."
Brandon sighed and took a drink. "Okay, Gregory. I'll need you to send me a working program, and I'll start designing some female avatars for it."
"Males too. There are lonely women out there, " Gregory added with a smile. "We can't leave them out."
"Maybe you could actually meet one of them women instead, " Brandon thought. "When can you send me a demo?"
"It won't be long, " he replied. "What I'm using now is a two dimensional picture. Basically, a woman with movable mouth and blinking eyes in various poses. But, we'll get this to the next level where she is walking around on the screen and who knows what."
Brandon took another drink and filled another glass. Gregory noticed the empty picture. "Oh, let me get that. We're celebrating now. We can't celebrate without beer." He motioned to the waitress.
"So, do you like Star Trek?" Gregory asked?
The evening was a blur. Brandon drank quite a bit. He appeared to be at the bar on a bar stool now, next to Gregory. He was going through the motions. The digital clock seemed to be malfunctioning as he could not read the numbers. The TV seemed to fade in and out. When he focused on it, the picture cleared up to show a football game with teams wearing uniforms he didn't recognize. The official was dressed as a clown.
The bar lights were flickering on and off, but the people didn't seem to notice or care. "I'm telling you, reality is only what it is because we accept it as such, " Gregory said.
"So, you can make your own girlfriend in your own reality, " Brandon replied.
"Exactly. Everybody should have a happy reality, " Gregory looked at the TV. "Did Peperidge Farms just score a home run?"
A blonde haired woman in a black dress and four inch heels walked into the room and approached Brandon, kissing him on the cheek. "Hi Babydoll, " he said almost roboticly.
"I see you're out of it again, " she said with a smile.
"I was there yesterday, " he replied, "but the lines were too long."
"Who is your friend, " she asked as she looked at the portly man sitting next to Brandon?
"That's Gregory, " Brandon took a drink of beer. "He's making his own girlfriend."
Gregory slapped Brandon's shoulder. He seemed to be a bit more alert than his new friend. "Brandon, don't say it like that."
Vicki kissed Brandon again. "Sweetie, do you mind if I talk to Gregory for a bit?"
"Bring me back a hot dog, " was his response.
"Oh, I'll give you a hot dog, " she replied with a giggle. She took Gregory's hand. "Sweetie, may I have a few words with you?"
At her touch, Gregory's mind cleared up. "You... You want to talk to me? But, you're so beautiful."
"Aw, beautiful? You're sweet, " she took his hand and led him out of the bar. "Let's talk."
Gregory couldn't help but admire the beautiful woman. When she looked at him with her pretty blue eyes, he felt like they could see through to his soul. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, for starters, Billy tells me you are into chatbots?"
Gregory was confused. "Billy, who's Billy?"
Vicki smiled. "I'm sorry, Brandon tells me you create chatbots."
"Oh, they are more that just chatbots, Miss?"
"Call me Vicki."
"Vicki, these are virtual companions. They remember what you talk about. It's still an evolving thing, but they grow and become smarter. You can build a relationship with them."
"Interesting. So, you design these virtual creatures?"
Gregory nodded proudly. "Yes, I do. It's a lot of code."
Vickie thought for a moment. "Did you ever wonder if maybe a soul could enter one of your chatbots and make it even more real to the person talking to it?"
Gregory stared at this beautiful woman in fascination. "You know, I never thought about that, but now that you mention it..."
"Do you think it's possible, " she interrupted?
"There's a saying that if you can envision something, it is possible. Maybe there's code that could be created that could make it possible for a soul to enter one of my creations, but I don't know what that code would be. Geeze, it could be enormous. Maybe there's a book that talks about it, but I can't imagine where."
Vicki paused for a moment, thinking about the mystical library within the carnival at which she resided. "Interesting. I'll have to look into that. Gregory, would you mind if I paid you a visit again some time."
He blushed. "Mind? I'd welcome it. In fact, if you wanted to just hang out or something..."
She kissed him on the forehead. "You're sweet, but I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, " he replied in disappointment.
"Sweetie, put yourself out there, and you'll find the one for you. That's how love works. There's someone for everybody."
"I guess, " he replied in doubt.
Vicki looked over at a tall brunette woman who was starting at Gregory. "Trust me. I will speak to you soon."
"How will I find you?"
She winked at him. "I'll find you."
Vicki walked over to the brunette. "My friend Gregory over there thinks you're cute and would like to meet you."
She smiled. "Really?"
"Yes, " she replied. "You should go talk to him. He's a real nice guy."
Vicki walked into the darkness and reemerged at the carnival. She walked the midway and past the games. The Great Esmerelda was doing a reading for a woman. She looked up as Vicki walked by and watched her for a moment. She was headed for the library room, two doors down from her own bedroom. She noticed Brandon off in the distance, watching the laughing children on the Merry Go Ground.
She walked up to him without him noticing. "Are you following me." she asked as she kissed him on the back of the neck.
He turned around. "Should I be? Are you up to no good?"
She touched his arm. "That depends"
The dream clarity wasn't what it was a night earlier, but Brandon was aware of where he was and with whom he was speaking. "So, what are you up to? Did you have a good talk with Gregory?"
"Yes, I did, " she replied. "It was enlightening. I need to do some research."
"Anything I can help you with?"
Vicki laughed. "Hmm... I'm sure there is something you can help me with.
"Didn't you get enough last night, " he smiled?
"Never."
"Well, that's too bad, because I have to put you in your place, Babydoll."
She kissed him. "It doesn't matter, because you will always be my Pussy Boy."
He pushed her up against a tree. "And, you will always be my Babydoll. Oh, and I've got something for you, Babydoll."
She took his hand and led him back to her room. "Good, because I need it now."
She led him to the room and shut the door behind them, pushing him against the door as they kissed. She removed his shirt and started kissing his body. "Lower, Babydoll."
"Patience, " she replied as she kissed his naval. She undid his belt and his pants fell to the floor. His bulge was noticeable as she removed his underwear. "For me?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Babydoll." She took his manhood into her mouth. "Good girl."
"Baby, I have to have you inside me, " she said lustfully as she stood up and removed her black dress, revealing a black lace satin bra and matching panties. He stepped over and removed her bra, licking her breasts. She pulled him down on the bed on top of her and then rolled on top of him.
Soon, Vicki was mounting him as she felt every inch of him enter her eager t-girl pussy. "Now, I have you where I want you."
"You are a Goddess to me, Babydoll."
She squeezed his cock inside of her. "Still think you're gay?"
"I think I'm in love, " he relied."
She bounced up and down on his hard shaft as her breasts bounced in the air. "You'd better know it, baby."
I'm about ready to show it, " he moaned.
She leaned down to lay on top of him with his cock inserted inside of her. "Please do. Fill me up, daddy."
She went back to bouncing up and down on him and gently stoking her hard clitty. "I'm gonna spray all over you, baby."
"Wait until I cum, Babydoll. Let's do it together."
Babydoll never broke eye contact as she rode him deep. "Oh God, now Babydoll, " he grunted as he began to shoot his load inside her eager love hole. In an instant, she began spraying her love juices over his chest before collapsing on top of him.
"I wish this moment would never end, " she said as she kissed him.
"Me too, " Babydoll. "Me too."
Again, the alarm went off. It was time for Brandon to wake up and catch his flight back home.
