castrated tgirl Shemales are everywhere, dancing, playing pool, sitting at the bar or getting down and dirty on one of the many beds scattered about the club. Their appearance changes from girl to woman to boy depending on how you look at them; some are almost human in their looks, while others take more obvious steps towards their mechanical endpoints. Most have some degree of sexual ambiguity, though that doesn't stop everyone from taking an interest in them.

The scene may be bizarre, but it's not without its own conventions; if you're going to come here looking for action, there are several things you need to keep in mind. First off, all the robots here are programmed to be completely submissive; they'll do anything you want, anything at all, but only if you ask first and go through the proper channels. Second, most people don't like to deal directly with the machines; instead, they prefer to hire a 'dancer' to fulfill their desires. This usually means hiring one of the more attractive ones; after all, there's no point in paying good money for a machine when you can get a real woman for free!

And finally, the best way to find what you're looking for is to ask around. Chances are someone else has already asked the same question and will know who to talk to. It helps if you've got a few credits to spend, too, since that makes it easier for both you and your potential partner.

No one knows exactly what caused the rise of the robot shemale fetish, nor why it developed into a major lifestyle choice for so many people. Some speculate that it was the influence of the late Professor Geoffrey Stokes, who popularized robotic technology in his writings. Others suggest that it might be connected to an increase in sexual perversions in general, perhaps brought on by the rapid spread of new technologies. Whatever the cause, the fact remains that there's always been something appealing about seeing a fully functional, humanoid machine that's capable of performing whatever act you desire. And these days, thanks to the Internet, you can find just about any kind of robot you want, and probably even download it onto a custom-built body to suit your tastes.

However, despite what the club's name suggests, this isn't actually a nightclub. It's just another of a number of clubs located within the sprawling complex known as the Madhouse (see also: "Madhouse", "Tranquility Base"). These are the hidden places, where members of the public aren't allowed access, and the robots are kept under tight control. They're also the only place to find a wide variety of sex toys, clothing, and other items produced specifically for the use of robot shemales.

***

"Are you sure you want this?"

I looked up from my desk at the voice, which I'd heard a thousand times before. The speaker was a beautiful young woman, not much older than me, though her hair was short and dyed blonde rather than long and dark. She had on a simple white blouse with small buttons along the neckline, paired with a skirt that ended well above her knees. Her eyes were green and half closed; it seemed to me that she was trying to seduce me through sheer force of personality alone.

She had good reason to try, of course. This was my boss, Maya Kincaid, owner of the company for which I worked. As such, she could give me any sort of job she liked... and she did, often. I'd done work for her in the past, sometimes coding, sometimes designing websites, occasionally doing graphic design. I wasn't particularly proud of what I'd done, but it made enough money to keep me in food and rent. So far this year, however, she'd given me two jobs. One was a straightforward programming gig, the other was to help her develop a prototype for a new type of sex toy.

So far, the project hadn't gone well. Maya had hired me to create a set of software programs that would allow her to simulate various sexual acts with an animated robot she was building. The problem was that I'd never programmed for sex before, and the whole thing sounded pretty weird to me. Worse yet, she wanted me to program it into the robot myself, rather than using pre-existing routines. Not being able to do that meant I couldn't complete the job, and I knew it.

"Yes," I said, putting the pen down on the desk and looking up at her. "It's my own idea."

Maya frowned slightly, as if the answer was somehow unsatisfactory. "You realize that this is very different from what we agreed to. You told me that you'd be creating a set of routines for us to use on our existing models, not the prototype. Isn't that right?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes, but..."

The words caught in my throat. Even now, after everything had happened, I still found it hard to admit to myself that I was a robot, and that I had a body. Maya was right; I'd made a promise, and broken it. But I didn't see how I could possibly have completed the job properly. It wasn't like there were any other options, either.

"But?"

"Well, I... I'm not sure I can do it."

Maya sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Devin, I understand that you're having a hard time coping with all this. That's okay; most people are. However, I think you're overreacting. Your work is fine; the robot runs perfectly on our standard model. And besides, the prototype wasn't supposed to be the finished article anyway. It was just something to test the basic concept."

"That's what I thought, but..."

"Look, Devin, you came here today because you wanted to talk about some other stuff, right? I don't think there's any harm in discussing that now. What do you want to discuss?"

I hesitated, glancing at my watch. It was nearly five, and the sun was starting to go down outside. It was a little early to call it a day, but I wasn't sure I had anything left to say.

"I... uh... I need to talk to you about something personal."

Maya put her hand on mine, and smiled reassuringly. "Of course. Go ahead."

I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat start to form on my forehead, and then began to speak.

"I'm not sure I should tell you this, but... Well, I'm a robot."

Maya blinked once, twice, three times. Then she laughed, and leaned forward, bringing her lips close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath on it.

"A robot, huh? Is that why you're so tall?"

I flinched away from her touch, turning my face towards the window behind me. "Not funny!"

"Sorry," she said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "It's just that you look like you're built for basketball, or something. Are you some kind of athlete?"

"No, I mean I'm a robot. I have a robotic body."

She stared at me, frowning slightly, but didn't say anything. I felt a sudden sense of relief, followed immediately by embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I know it sounds crazy, but... I really am a robot."

"Okay," she replied, nodding slowly. "I guess I can believe that. Why do you want to tell me all this, though? Do you have feelings for me?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. I just..."

Her eyes narrowed, and she sat back in her chair, placing her hands on the arms. "Devin, what's wrong with you? I've never seen you this nervous before."

"Well, I... it's not easy to explain. I mean, I've always known that I was a robot, but it's hard to accept when you're in the middle of it all."

"Oh, come on, Devin, you have to understand that we're both adults here. If you need some time to adjust, that's okay. No one expects you to act like a normal person."

"I'm not acting like anything, Maya. I'm just... I'm a robot, and that's the end of it."

Now it was her turn to stare at me in disbelief. "What?"

"I'm a robot, Maya. I have a robotic body, and I'm programmed to behave like a human being."

"But... That's ridiculous!"

"I know, I know.

"How did you find out?"
I shrugged. "The same way everyone else does, I suppose -- by accident. My creator was murdered, and his lab was raided by the police. When they got inside, I was just sitting there, and it turns out that he'd been making robots like me. There was no other explanation. I was the only one who survived, and there was no record of where I came from. So I became a lab experiment, and was sent to live in a research facility. As far as I know, that's the whole story."
"And how do you feel about that?"
I paused for a moment, thinking. "There's nothing that I can do about it, so... I try not to think about it too much."
Maya nodded, taking a deep breath. "I see. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt you to get used to your new life a bit better, now, would it? Let's go to lunch, and we'll talk more about it."
I nodded, standing up. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
We walked to the door, which opened automatically as we approached, and then she led me down the hallway to the cafeteria.
Operate to remove my testicles, please.
This is not a good idea! Why are you asking me to do this?!
To make sure that I am what I claim to be! We cannot operate on someone who claims to be a robot without proof!
How will removing my testicles prove that I am a robot?
If I am indeed a robot, then my testes will be removed.
***
"Why are you asking me to do this?!"
I stood there, staring at the screen, unable to move. I was aware that I was talking aloud, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. I'd run the script ten times already, and each time it produced the same results.
"Because I have to, damnit!"
The words came out of my mouth involuntarily, and I slumped back in my seat, feeling drained. But the fact remained: I was a robot. I had a mechanical body, and it wasn't capable of producing sperm. They'd taken my testicles off, and I'd been running the tests to prove that they'd done it correctly.
"
my feminine body and beautiful face
and my warm skin
and my soft, silky hair
and my smooth, slender legs
and my tight, round ass
and my firm breasts
and my tiny waist
and my big, round hips
Once they confirm that everything's functioning properly, they'll send you home."
"Home? Where is home?"
She pointed to the door. "There's a shuttle waiting outside. I think you'll fit easily into the passenger compartment."

Are you sure you want this?"

I looked up from my desk at the voice, which I'd heard a thousand times before. The speaker was a beautiful young woman, not much older than me, though her hair was short and dyed blonde rather than long and dark. She had on a simple white blouse with small buttons along the neckline, paired with a skirt that ended well above her knees. Her eyes were green and half closed; it seemed to me that she was trying to seduce me through sheer force of personality alone.

She had good reason to try, of course. This was my boss, Maya Kincaid, owner of the company for which I worked. As such, she could give me any sort of job she liked... and she did, often. I'd done work for her in the past, sometimes coding, sometimes designing websites, occasionally doing graphic design. I wasn't particularly proud of what I'd done, but it made enough money to keep me in food and rent. So far this year, however, she'd given me two jobs. One was a straightforward programming gig, the other was to help her develop a prototype for a new type of sex toy.

So far, the project hadn't gone well. Maya had hired me to create a set of software programs that would allow her to simulate various sexual acts with an animated robot she was building. The problem was that I'd never programmed for sex before, and the whole thing sounded pretty weird to me. Worse yet, she wanted me to program it into the robot myself, rather than using pre-existing routines. Not being able to do that meant I couldn't complete the job, and I knew it.

"Yes," I said, putting the pen down on the desk and looking up at her. "It's my own idea."

Maya frowned slightly, as if the answer was somehow unsatisfactory. "You realize that this is very different from what we agreed to. You told me that you'd be creating a set of routines for us to use on our existing models, not the prototype. Isn't that right?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes, but..."

The words caught in my throat. Even now, after everything had happened, I still found it hard to admit to myself that I was a robot, and that I had a body. Maya was right; I'd made a promise, and broken it. But I didn't see how I could possibly have completed the job properly. It wasn't like there were any other options, either.

"But?"

"Well, I... I'm not sure I can do it."

Maya sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Devin, I understand that you're having a hard time coping with all this. That's okay; most people are. However, I think you're overreacting. Your work is fine; the robot runs perfectly on our standard model. And besides, the prototype wasn't supposed to be the finished article anyway. It was just something to test the basic concept."

"That's what I thought, but..."

"Look, Devin, you came here today because you wanted to talk about some other stuff, right? I don't think there's any harm in discussing that now. What do you want to discuss?"

I hesitated, glancing at my watch. It was nearly five, and the sun was starting to go down outside. It was a little early to call it a day, but I wasn't sure I had anything left to say.

"I... uh... I need to talk to you about something personal."

Maya put her hand on mine, and smiled reassuringly. "Of course. Go ahead."

I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat start to form on my forehead, and then began to speak.

"I'm not sure I should tell you this, but... Well, I'm a robot."

Maya blinked once, twice, three times. Then she laughed, and leaned forward, bringing her lips close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath on it.

"A robot, huh? Is that why you're so tall?"

I flinched away from her touch, turning my face towards the window behind me. "Not funny!"

"Sorry," she said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "It's just that you look like you're built for basketball, or something. Are you some kind of athlete?"

"No, I mean I'm a robot. I have a robotic body."

She stared at me, frowning slightly, but didn't say anything. I felt a sudden sense of relief, followed immediately by embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I know it sounds crazy, but... I really am a robot."

"Okay," she replied, nodding slowly. "I guess I can believe that. Why do you want to tell me all this, though? Do you have feelings for me?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. I just..."

Her eyes narrowed, and she sat back in her chair, placing her hands on the arms. "Devin, what's wrong with you? I've never seen you this nervous before."

"Well, I... it's not easy to explain. I mean, I've always known that I was a robot, but it's hard to accept when you're in the middle of it all."

"Oh, come on, Devin, you have to understand that we're both adults here. If you need some time to adjust, that's okay. No one expects you to act like a normal person."

"I'm not acting like anything, Maya. I'm just... I'm a robot, and that's the end of it."

Now it was her turn to stare at me in disbelief. "What?"

"I'm a robot, Maya. I have a robotic body, and I'm programmed to behave like a human being."

"But... That's ridiculous!"

"I know, I know.

"How did you find out?"
I shrugged. "The same way everyone else does, I suppose -- by accident. My creator was murdered, and his lab was raided by the police. When they got inside, I was just sitting there, and it turns out that he'd been making robots like me. There was no other explanation. I was the only one who survived, and there was no record of where I came from. So I became a lab experiment, and was sent to live in a research facility. As far as I know, that's the whole story."
"And how do you feel about that?"
I paused for a moment, thinking. "There's nothing that I can do about it, so... I try not to think about it too much."
Maya nodded, taking a deep breath. "I see. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt you to get used to your new life a bit better, now, would it? Let's go to lunch, and we'll talk more about it."
I nodded, standing up. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
We walked to the door, which opened automatically as we approached, and then she led me down the hallway to the cafeteria.
Operate to remove my testicles, please.
This is not a good idea! Why are you asking me to do this?!
To make sure that I am what I claim to be! We cannot operate on someone who claims to be a robot without proof!
How will removing my testicles prove that I am a robot?
If I am indeed a robot, then my testes will be removed.
***
"Why are you asking me to do this?!"
I stood there, staring at the screen, unable to move. I was aware that I was talking aloud, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. I'd run the script ten times already, and each time it produced the same results.
"Because I have to, damnit!"
The words came out of my mouth involuntarily, and I slumped back in my seat, feeling drained. But the fact remained: I was a robot. I had a mechanical body, and it wasn't capable of producing sperm. They'd taken my testicles off, and I'd been running the tests to prove that they'd done it correctly.
"
my feminine body and beautiful face
and my warm skin
and my soft, silky hair
and my smooth, slender legs
and my tight, round ass
and my firm breasts
and my tiny waist
and my big, round hips
Here she is with a scalpel trying to remove my testicles
and I can't do anything
because I am a robot
and I don't have any balls!"
I covered my eyes, ashamed of myself. I knew that I had to be strong; I had no choice, after all. And yet...
I felt a hand gently resting on my shoulder. "Hey," said Maya, smiling sadly. "Don't worry about it. Nobody wants to see that."
I looked up at her, blinking. "Really? You don't mind?"
She shrugged. "Sure, why not? It's probably a lot less embarrassing than watching you scream while someone tries to cut off your penis."
my bionic parts
the wires and circuits
the metal and plastic
the rubber and silicone
here she comes with her scalpel trying to take them off
and I can't do anything
because I am a robot
and I don't have any balls!"
My voice was growing louder with every word, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.
"Please leave me alone! I'm not a robot! I'm a real man! Please, just let me go!"
"Devin, stop it! Calm down and relax. Everything's going to be okay."
"No, it won't! You're going to kill me!"
"Devin, calm down. Just listen to me. Take deep breaths."
I started to sit up, but she reached out and placed her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me back down.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Devin. You're safe here. Now just lie back down and try to relax."
I took another deep breath, and tried to slow my breathing. Slowly, the panic subsided. I still felt shaky, but my heartbeat was slowing now, and I could breathe normally again.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Don't mention it." She smiled. "Now, are you ready to continue?"
I nodded silently.
***
I felt something cold against my skin, and then a sharp pain as the scalpel touched my skin. A surge of electricity ran through my body, causing me to jerk backwards. The screen flashed red, and then turned blue.
***
1.5 minutes remaining.
I heard Maya gasp softly beside me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Does it hurt badly?"
I shook my head. "Not really. It's just a little uncomfortable. How long has it been?"
She glanced at her watch. "About fifteen seconds. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay then."
I waited for another minute, until the screen finally turned green.
"That's it," she said. "All done."
I looked down at myself. Sure enough, there were two shiny silver circles where my testicles should have been.
"Did you succeed?"
"Yes. Everything seems to be working fine so far."
"Good."
"So now what?"
I'm a shemale who lost her testicles beautiful robot shemale

"It's about time, you're late as always."

The owner of the voice was a blond-haired girl with glasses. She was looking down at me with displeasure in her eyes, but I couldn't care less.

I was feeling great. The day had come and I'd finally gotten to see my girlfriend,