What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne & Hemingway ]
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				Title: <strong>What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 18:37:16</strong>
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				Society hadn't changed much since Elaine Preston's grandfather made his fortune as an inventor and arms dealer. There was more pollution, more social decay, and a greater gap between the rich and the poor, but otherwise it was largely the same as it had been sixty years past. Still an ever-increasing number of slaves carried the weight of the British Empire on their backs, steam remained the latest wonder of the world, and even the fashion of her grandfather's time had experienced a revival.<br><br>Unlike most women, however, wealthy or poor, Elaine did not favor corsets or ten-inch heels. She was not, after all, like most women. A scientist, she preferred practical clothes that served their purpose, shirts that did not bulge ( so that they would not be caught in any machinery ) and various pieces of leather ( to protect from cuts and burns and dropped objects ). She was also unlike most women in that she did not prefer the company of men. Or the company of women.<br><br>Elaine, unlike her grandfather not an inventor of weapons ( her father had not been an inventor at all, but a rather unsuccessful businessman, who had lost much of the family fortune on risky business ventures ). In fact, one might not have called her an inventor at all, so much as an artist. Certainly, her latest work would give such an impression; in order to satisfy her own needs, and her own preferences, she had created, in short, a person.<br><br>Yet this person she had created, was no person in any ordinary sense. With its most striking feature being, beyond a shadow of a doubt, skin of gold and hair of bronze, with the coldness and the sheen and the aroma of actual metals, but the softness and texture of real skin and real hair, that alone would have been enough, one should think, to keep one interested. Elaine had not stopped at that. In order to satisfy her own desires, she had created a being whose features, face and body, were distinctly female – if a somewhat boyish female – but whose chest was entirely flat, perhaps resembling that of a man, but lacking even their nipples. Finally, she had given her creation both sets of reproductive organs, of impression, if not even excessive, dimensions.<br><br>If anyone was ever to find out what she had created, something so offensive to the world's puritan values, she would surely have been killed. She had no intention of letting anyone know, however. Her creation was just for herself, no one else.<br><br>She watched her woman come to life on that particular night, and for the first time, felt real attraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 18:12:05</strong>
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				She fluttered her lashes for the shortest of moments, an dust almost as if glittering gold flakes threaten to dispel from them. Muscles seemed to ripple under touch of silk frozen skin. Then those lashes fluttered again before bronze eyes began to awaken. Fingers moved to touch an gold cheek before her lips parted, she soon gained focus of her surroundings, but yer body did not yet move. <br><br>The creation's eyes first gazed over her surroundings, taking in her birth place as her lungs came to life and her tongue rolled in her mouth waiting to form words that would soon flow. It was when the ruby from the gold piercing on her tongue swirled against the back of her front teeth. Her eyes gazed up and down across Elaine's body before they came down to scurry across her own form. She began to judge herself against the only other being known to her in this brief time. She had skin that was shimmering as gold would...she could not see her own face clearly but, she could feel it with the tips of her fingers and the outline did not reflect Elaine's...pouty lips, and yet strong cheek bones, almond eyes, with an length of bronze lashes, an strong nose, neither feminine nor masculine and yet both just the same as her chin and the oval shape of her face could be descried. Gazing down her eyes caught on her flat chest, unmarred with signs of true humanity. Her golden skin wasn't capped with humanistic nipples, and just before her hips she showed no sign of a belly button as well, further reminders of her creation through Elaine rather then nature. She was not muscular but she was not a limp rag, and while one stood out more visually then the other she contained both male and female appendages, neither lacking in in their golden ability to leave an impression. <br><br>The bronze eyes were hinted with golden specks that followed all they way to both beings feet before, her head to the side and gazing up at Elaine. She didn't know what to say, she didn't understand completely who this being was, but something finally broached into her mind and blurted out from between the metal tanged lips. "You created me?" It sounded as if it was an question coming from the musical but slightly deeper voice, and yet it wasn't at the same time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 21:10:44</strong>
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				In all ways that her creation was remarkable, Elaine was impressive only by how plain she appeared. She was by all means a homely girl, leaning towards boyish, though mostly by virtue of her clothes, rather than actual features. Instead of having no breasts, she had small ones, just enough for a handful.<br><br>There was, in truth, only one thing the least bit eye-catching about her; a plain ring of some imitation of brass through her bottom lip, near the left corner.<br><br>Unsurprising, then, that she was the one to create company for herself, when most hardly even noticed her.<br><br>“I did create you,” she acknowledged, her voice pleasant, though somewhat too timid. A second look at the woman's body, now alive, was enough to cause her to blush. “You are a person now,” she went on, “does that feel good to you?” she asked, and subconsciously, her eyes were drawn to the woman's impressive manhood. She could not help but feel the slightest pang of shame, knowing, but not admitting, why she had created this companion for herself, and why she had equipped her in such a manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 00:41:42</strong>
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				She didn't now how to be regretful of her nudity. Instead, she forced an muscle to move, then anther, till finally she stood up on those mix between masculine and feminine hips. She stood up, her hands laying down at her side as she gazed at Elaine her head tilted once more sideways as she eyed the woman with a tilted head. <br><br>"I'm not sure...I think so. What can I judge it off of?" She turned her head to the other side. "have I been created before?" She asked before she slowly slide her metal silk bottom off the edge of the steel table. The hair that went to her shoulders to brush forward across the completely flat chest. <br><br><br>"So I call you creator? Does it feel good to you that I am created?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 21:55:39</strong>
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				“You are unique and wonderful,” Elaine explained, smiling at her creation, “there is none like you, and never has been.” In a situation where shame alone would likely not have been able to restrain Elaine, marvel and curiosity managed. While the woman was undoubtedly <em>her</em> creation, and many of her characteristics and traits specifically tailored, there was an endless number of things she did not know. Creating a living being was a process known only by a handful, and even by these, only barely understood.<br><br>The physical form was simple enough, and so too giving it a <em>persona</em>, but what of the specifics? She had not known what the woman's response to her own nudity would be, nor what it would be to sex ( she bit her lip at the thought, still not daring to admit it ).<br><br>“You may call me ...” Elaine began, but paused. Would her name do? No, she desired more. “.. Mistress. You may call me Mistress, or ... Lady Preston. I prefer that, in fact.” she said, satisfied with her final decision. It was her rightful title, yet no one had ever referred to her by that name. She smiled at her creation.<br><br>“I would like to ask you a few questions,” she went on, trying to mask her scientific curiosity with friendliness. “You must feel something, surely. Answer with the first thing that comes to mind, mm? How do you feel about your own nudity?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Nature Does Not Provide [ TianaWayne &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 21:50:03</strong>
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				muscles rippled under her skin, as her tongue darted out for a brief moment to preview the tongue only interrupted by her gold piercing with it's touch of ruby. The creationpaused for a moment once more gazing over Elaine while she pondered the information she had received. <em>Lady Preston....Lady Preston...</em>, the words sound magical in her mind and she gazed between them wondering why one so beautiful would create something...thing...that disturbed her for a moment before she retracted to her previous thoughts. She had never opened her eyes to see another, she had no reason to to recognize vast beauty within the first creature she beheld. <br><br>She was in the middle of her pondering while the questions came upon her. The first was about her nakedness, for a moment, she had no clue how to respond. She didn't know how she felt, and she was just about to say simple that when another emotion came to tickle along with that. <br>"I don't know how I feel about it....but when my fingers touch upon my skin I realize how cold I feel." She didn't seem upset by the fact of her own cold metal skin, it seemed to her as if it was natural, otherwise she would not have been created by her Lady Preston so.
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