Wake Up, Dr. Thomson

By B.L. Quick

Before he died, Dr. Thomson was the leading cybernetic scientist of his age. His discoveries in robotics changed mankind forever. So when he died last year, it was only fitting he willed his Essence to be used for the benefits of science.

Except, in the wake of his death, his company was bought out by Kowalski Robotics.

Now, thanks to his rival Mr. Kowalski, Dr. Thomson will awaken to the next chapter of his life. Resurrected, in new form, embodying the technologies he created, only now infused with pure, feminine desire.

Wake Up, Doctor Thompson is a Smoldering Hot M2F Gender Transformation Bedtime Story from the pen of #1 Bestselling Erotica author B.L. Quick. Indulge in a book with action, sex, and clever turns written into every corner as captivating changes of both mind and body come to life on these pages.

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Warning: This book is steaming hot and for mature audiences only. (18+)

SUBJECTS INCLUDE
Gender Change
Sci-Fi
Pregnancy
Reluctance/Acceptance
Lactation/Hucow
Sexbots
And more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.L. Quick
• Release date: Oct 31, 2019

B.L. Quick

BL Quick's desire is to make readable, exciting stories of sex and transformation--stories with a plot, interesting characters, and riviting psychological twists. It's a challenge to balance story and sexiness, but it's a challenge Quick loves to take on, and she sacrifices neither in spinning a good tale. In addition to writing her extensive transformation work (from art to stories) has appeared on DeviantArt and Tumblr.

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Wake Up, Dr. Thomson

By B.L. Quick

Copyright © 2019 B.L. Quick

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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher and author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is for a mature audience only (18+ only; readers should abide by laws and restrictions of their location). All characters in this book are human or humanoid cyborgs over the age of 21. All characters, locations, and situations are fictional. All sex is performed by consenting human adults. Any resemblance to real world scenarios, past or present, is pure coincidental.

Dedication

As always, this book is for my faithful readers. I am thankful for your continued support which makes these books possible.

Dear Reader,

This book is a wild deviation. A ride. An experiment. I hope you enjoy it.

B.L. Quick

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Rating: Mature Audiences Only

Word Count: 21,000+

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Susan:

Please process immediate deletion of all routine monthly system checks. Reply when complete.

Thx

RP

Legal Department

Kowalski-Thomson Robotics, Inc.

TRANSCRIPT

PROJECT ROOM 11

SUBJECT: ROUTINE MONTHLY SYSTEMS CHECK

ADMINISTRATOR: HELPER 9094X

DATE: NOT LOGGED

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— Wake up Dr. Thomson.

Ugh.

— Wake up Dr. Thomson.

Why is it so dark?

— To protect your eyes. You have been asleep for quite a while — a year, I’m afraid.

. . .

— The lights will gradually fade in over the next twenty minutes to help your eyes adjust. We wouldn’t want to blind you on your first day back.

I can’t speak.

— Please try to relax. We will communicate with a mind link until you are fully functional.

Where am I?

— You are in Project Room 11 of Kowalski-Thomson Robotics. I am Helper. My Essence possesses the entire room and controls its instruments. I am here to help you.

Did you say Kowalski . . . Thomson?

— Yes, Dr. Thomson. I have been programmed by the Legal Department to inform you that upon your untimely death one year ago, your company, Thomson Robotics, was bought by your rival, Mr. Kowalski.

My death?

— Yes, Dr. Thomson. Your death.

My god.

— Dr. Thomson, I advise you to limit movement until all of your circuits have been validated. It should only be a few moments more. Then we will get to work initiating your bodily systems.

So, I’m dead?

— On the contrary, Dr. Thomson. You are very much alive — and soon you will be fully functional. Once the dust settled after the buyout, Mr. Kowalski made it his personal mission to follow through with your wish to be resurrected in cybernetic form. Personally, I think he outdid himself.

. . .

— Yes. It is a lot to take in, isn’t it? I will be silent for a moment to allow your human consciousness time to process this news.

— I see you are already moving your fingers. Good. You will find them much nimbler and lither than the ones you previously possessed.

Kowalski.

— What about him?

He finally got what he wanted.

— I don’t understand.

I fought him off for as long as I could.

— Please relax, Dr. Thomson. Your heart rate is increasing rapidly.

It took me dying for that fucking hack to get what he wanted. The bastard!

— Dr. Thomson! Control yourself!

— Look at what you’ve done. You’ve dented the examination table with your fists. Please calm down. There is no need to be hysterical. Mr. Kowalski is the only reason you are alive. Relax — and move slowly to start. We wouldn’t want you to damage yourself or any of our other property.

My head hurts. What unit did they place me in?

— A very special unit. Unit BR-X.

Unit BR-X?

— Yes.

What unit is that?

— It is a hybrid of Kowalski HC and your very own Thomson Electronics X3. Actually, your unit represents a vast improvement of both; a marriage of their functionality and specifications, with processors beyond anything cybernetics has created.

A hybrid? But I specifically asked to be placed in a DR model. This is completely against my wishes.

— The DR line was discontinued three weeks after the buyout.

What? That was our flagship line!

— It was your flagship line. We trust you will find the BR-X to be a more comfortable alternative.

But. . .

— Your signed resurrection agreement explicitly stated that — in lieu of the DR series you wished to be placed in the most advanced unit available at time of resurrection. This is what we have done. I have been programmed by the Legal Department to inform you that we have gone above and beyond all contractual obligations, as your wishes became null and void when your company was purchased by Mr. Kowalski.

I don’t understand.

— You were one of the brightest minds of the cybernetic age. With the information I have provided, you should be able to deduce that when your company Thomson Cyborg, Inc. was purchased by Kowalski, your intellectual property also transferred ownership to Mr. Kowalski.

That’s absolute bullshit. I am not Kowalski’s fucking property!

— Oh, but you are. Your Intellectual property — your Essence — has been the property of the company since the acquisition papers were signed. Your Essence is owned by Kowalski Robotics Incorporated. Furthermore, your Essence was sold a few weeks ago to an unnamed offshore, off-the-books shadow division of Kowalski in preparation for this go-live. The Legal Department has advised me that the full details of this transaction are unimportant. What’s important is you are alive now. How do you feel?

Awful. My head hurts.

— A predictable reaction to your unit’s unique specifications. Please sit up on the table.

— Yes. Very good. Other than your ridiculous outbursts, you seem to be functioning well.

I feel strange. My body feels swollen. Different. What unit did you say you put me in?

— You have been placed in unit BR-X, an experimental hybrid of Kowalski HC-4 and Thomson Electronics X3.

Thomson Electronics X3?

— Yes. An experimental hybrid utilizing processors from the Thomson Electronics X3 project, the unreleased prototype, even more advanced than the latest release in the X-series.

'But — the X-series — The X-series are our pleasure models!'

— Were your pleasure models. The X series are now the rightful property of Kowalski. And I’m sure you’ll be happy to know the X series remain the most popular pleasure models in the Confederation.

Why the hell was I put into a pleasure model?

— It was the