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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [13/26]
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13. Chez Target

     What's a new android parent to do when given the responsibility of
     caring for, and taking care of two newborns only within the past
     several hours?

     Buy them some clothes, logically. But, it made good sense for he
     and Julie to take their two new dependents' measurements so they'd
     know what sizes to get.

     Michael may be having a little bit of penis-envy with regards to
     Chip, and couldn't help from wonder how much Freud would be
     laughing in his grave given the preoccupation with penises
     everyone seemed to have around him.

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Chip and Becky sat in the back seat while Julie rode shotgun as Michael
drove to the Target store off nearby. They all got some pretty strange looks
from the customers as the four of them entered the store. Michael thought it
might have been the jumpsuits until he looked down at Chip and then to Becky
and realized neither of them were wearing any shoes.

Michael and Julie grabbed two carts as he took Chip to the menswear section
and Julie escorted Becky to womanswear.

``Underwear,'' he thought out loud. ``We need to get you some underwear.''

``What is underwear,'' Chip asked.

``Underwear is what people wear under their clothes.'' he said as they
approached the section. ``Which do you prefer, boxers or briefs?'' holding
up a package of both.

``Which do you prefer?'' Chip returned the question back to him.

``Me, I prefer boxers,'' he told him. ``I don't like to be restricted.''

``I don't like to be restricted, either.'' Chip said.

Michael was beginning to think he was talking to a broken record. ``I'm not
so sure about that just yet, let's start you off with briefs for now. You
can always switch later.`` He set two packages of BVD small briefs into the
cart.

``Now we need to get you some socks,'' Michael said. ``Your foot looks about
the same size as me, I'm guessing size 10?'' Chip followed him to the next
aisle as he picked up two packages of crew socks and set them in the basket,
too.

``What are socks?'' he inquired.

With a deep sigh, he explained to Chip that socks were worn over one's feet
to protect them from shoes.

``That reminds me,'' he said out loud. ``Shoes!''

Michael guided Chip over to the shoes section. Fortunately, there was an
unused shoe-sizer. ``Put your foot in here,'' he instructed as he adjusted
the device.

``9[\( \frac{1}{2} \)].''

Chip just stood there as Michael walked down the aisle looking for some size
9[\( \frac{1}{2} \)] sneakers. He found a pair of white Reebok's and brought
them back.

``Here, sit down,'' he said motioning for Chip to sit next to him. Michael
got up and reached into the cart to get a package of socks, opened it, and
handed him a pair. ``Put these on,'' he instructed, getting the shoes laced
up for him to try on.

Chip just held the socks in his hands and stared down at his feet.

``You don't know how to put on socks, do you?'' Michael asked.

``No, I'm sorry.''

``You had enough programming to drive yourself 150 miles to my house but you
don't know how to put on socks?'' he said, balking.

Michael got up and knelt down in front of him, took a sock and slid it up
over his foot. ``Like this,'' he said. ``Now you try.''

Chip took the other sock, and with success, slid it up and over his foot.

Next, Michael finished lacing up the shoes and placed them on Chip's feet,
and tied them up.

``Stand up and tell me how those feel,'' he said.

About this time, Becky and Julie approached them in the shoe section.

``How's it going?'' she asked him.

``Fine, but Chip didn't know what underwear or socks were'' he told her.

Giggling, she replied, ``Neither did Becky!''

Michael set the empty box into the cart and Chip followed him as they went
to find some pants.

He picked out several pairs of Levi's 501 30/32's and set them in the cart.
He also got several gray, small waist sweat pants and shorts and set them
in, too.

Next to the pants and jeans were the shirts, and he picked up several medium
sized short-sleeve and long-sleeved shirts and set them in the cart as well.

Chip followed, as Michael pushed the cart over to the men's dressing rooms.
He handed Chip a pair of jeans, underwear, and a grey T-shirt to go and try
on.

Michael escorted him into the dressing room, placed him in the room, and
stood outside. About a minute later, Chip opened the door.

``Can you help me?'' he said, standing buck-ass naked; his jumpsuit at his
ankles.

``Oh, Jesus,'' he said; quickly entering the room and locking the door
behind him. ``You need to remove your shoes first,'' he instructed as Chip
sat down.

Michael got his shoes off and removed his jumpsuit; Chip was wearing nothing
but his socks.

Next, he reached over to open the package of underwear, took out a pair, and
guided each foot through the hole. ``Stand up,'' he said, as he lifted the
briefs up his legs.

``Do you want to adjust yourself?'' he asked him, noticing his cock was
forced down and over his balls.

``How so?''

``Your... package.'' he said.

Chip just stood there, a look of bewilderment on his face.

``This!'' he said, cupping his cock and balls in his hands through his
jeans. Still, no reaction from him.

Michael took a step back, stuck his hand in his pants, and shifted his balls
and cock. ``See?''

Chip followed, sticking his hand in his shorts, bringing his balls up and
out.

``If you don't do that, you might squish your balls while you're walking,''
he told him.

``What are my balls?'' he asked. Michael cupped his basket again with his
right hand, he looked down at it and said, ``These are your balls.''

Next, he unfolded the jeans and placed Chip's feet through the legs one at a
time. He had to turn him around when he got the jeans up, just below his
butt so he could lift them up. ``Jump up once or twice,'' he instructed him.
Chip complied, and Michael got the jeans up to his waist.

He buttoned the top button, turned him around, and zipped up the front.

``Excuse me,'' Chip said. ``I need to adjust my balls.'' Chip reached into
his jeans and lifted his basket up making it even more pronounced.

``I've created a monster,'' Michael said softly to himself.

When he was certain the jeans fit him properly, he turned him around and
took off all the tags.

He lightly tossed him the T-shirt which he put on over his head.

Last, he set him back down, and put his shoes back on and re-tied them.

``Stand up and turn around,'' he said. Chip complied, and Michael closely
examined every inch of his body.

``You're a handsome young man, Chip Carson,'' he said admiring the ensemble.

Michael faced him into one of the mirrors and stood next to him.

``What do you think?'' he asked him.

``I am a handsome young man.'' he replied. ``What is that?'' he asked,
pointing at his crotch in the mirror.

``That, my son, is your basket,'' he said. Chip looked to the mirror to
their left which gave them both a profile view and he remarked, ``Mine is
more pronounced than yours.''

Michael was a little embarrassed at what he just said. Trying to quickly
retort him, the only thing he could say was, ``It's not the size of your
tools, but how well you use them.''

``That was lame,'' he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

The two walked outside the dressing room and found a newly clothed Becky,
with Julie, walking towards them. Becky was wearing Jeans and a T-shirt -
just like Chip.

``What do you think?'' she asked him.

``Good job! What do you think about Chip` he asked, showing him off in the
aisle.

``It looks like he has a sock in his pants, otherwise he needs to keep his
shirt untucked,'' she said.

Julie got the items which she had picked out for Becky and placed them in
their cart. They left her cart off in a secluded aisle as they all made
their way up to the front of the store. Julie pushed the cart up ahead of
Chip, Becky, and Michael as he stayed in the back to walk with Chip and
Becky.

``Is there anything you two would like to do?'' he asked as he placed his
arms on both of their shoulders while they walked.

``I would like to learn,'' Becky said.

``I think I would like to do the same,'' Chip chimed in.

Chuckling, he replied; lightly squeezing their shoulders, ``What would you
like to learn about?''

``I would like to learn about everything,'' Chip replied.

``Yes, from A to Z,'' Becky added.

``There'll be time for that I think, we've got as much time as we need.''

They androids followed Julie into a check-out line, Julie was arguing with
the clerk since Becky and Chip were both wearing most of the merchandise.
The clerk didn't seem to want to take just the tags. Little did the clerk
know that Julie's a formidable litigator.

``Give me your credit card,'' she demanded from Mike, after the clerk ran
everything up.

``What's the damage?''

``$281.20,'' the clerk said.

``Two hundred?!'' he said exclaiming with a pause. ``Here.'' he leaned over
and whispered to Julie, ``What did you buy, the whole department?''

``I got some stuff for me, too,'' she said. The clerk handed him the slip to
sign, which he did begrudgingly.

Michael carried the bags as they walked out to the car.

Driving home, Julie and Michael didn't say anything; as they were too busy
listening to Chip and Becky compare each other's experiences that they just
had.

``Michael showed me how to adjust my balls,'' Chip said to Becky.

Upon hearing this statement, Julie shot Michael a stern look. Embarrassed,
he shot her back a wry grin.

``What are balls?'' Becky asked.

Julie was interested in this response too, since she turned her head to the
back to look at the two of them.

``These,'' Chip said, grasping his crotch.

``Excuse me,'' Julie said laughing. ``That's not your balls; that's your
basket. Your balls are underneath your jeans and underwear.``

``Thank you Julie,'' Chip said genuinely.

``This is my basket,'' he repeated, grabbing his crotch to adjust it once
more.

``Julie told me I had nice tits and pussy,'' Becky said gleefully.

Michael was shocked when he heard this statement; all he could do was open
his eyes wide, as he looked at Julie in disbelief. She did nothing but
slouch down in her seat embarrassed.

``What are tits and pussy?'' Chip asked.

``Here we go,'' Michael mumbled out loud, glaring at Julie.

``We'll have time for that later, kids,'' Julie interjected.

Michael parked his car, and Chip and Becky walked into the living room,
standing in front of each other, feeling the other's clothes.

``They need some serious education, Mike,'' Julie said softly to him.

``I know. I'm compiling some material for them now. I'll transfer it to them
after I've examined everything.``

``Chip, Becky, why don't the two of you follow me upstairs and let me show
you your rooms,'' Julie said.

He and Julie only had a three-bedroom house. One of their upstairs bedrooms
was turned into a den/ library. The other was the guest-bedroom. It had a
bunk-bed in it. He hoped the kids didn't mind cohabiting.

Julie showed them to the room; it was medium sized, about 11x16, with two
dressers and a desk in the corner.

Becky and Chip walked into the center of the room. Looking around, Chip
said, ``This will be sufficient.''

``I have a lot of work to do with him,'' Michael whispered into Julie's ear.

``Well, we'll let you two get situated.'' Julie said. ``We'll be downstairs
when you're done.''

She and Michael walked back downstairs. He wanted to catch CNNfn to see how
the stock market was performing today while Julie went into the kitchen to
fix something to eat. After heating up a microwave dinner, she joined him in
the living room.

They were chatting a little more about why she had quit her job earlier that
day; and he had to admit, he couldn't blame her. Someone of her skill level
and expertise would just be wasted as a simple technical support person. The
whole situation almost made him want to call up BellSouth and cancel every
service they had with them.

``What are you going to do with them,'' Julie said during one of the
commercials.

``I'm not sure. I've never been a parent before; I wouldn't know where to
begin`

``I know what you mean,'' she added. ``Their bodies are mature, but their
minds are that of a 3 year old. I'm going to go and check on them.``

Several minutes later, Becky walked downstairs with Chip and Becky.

``Hey, how's it going?'' Michael asked the three of them as they entered the
room.

``Go ahead and have a seat on the couch,'' she said quietly to them as she
sat down next to me.

``So what were they doing?'' he asked her.

``Nothing,'' she said. ``Not a thing; they were just standing in the middle
of the room where we left them.''

``Chip, Becky,'' he asked, leaning forward in his chair, ``Is there anything
you two would like to do?''

``We would like to learn,'' they said together.

Michael got up, and paced the floor of the living room a couple of times.

``Come on downstairs,'' he everybody.

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