"Yes, ma'am. I am ready to be the talk of the ball."

Instead of an invitation to the dressing room, Jen heard loud mechanical noise under her feet and felt the carpet swallow her warm booties. Trying to pull them out was of no use. The only thing that was genuinely trying to preserve the historical atmosphere was the orchestral music, which got louder and quicker.

"What is this on your feet? How unladylike!" — the nanny's voice returned to narrate the dreesing process. It still sounded like it was recorded a while ago, even though Jen was equally sure it was reacting to what it saw. Then the girl heard the ankle strap open with a crispy metallic sound, and within a second the boots were gone. The carpet let her feet go after that.

The pain of being flat-footed all of a sudden was real! The cramps all over Jen's feet and especially her ankles made her gasp.

"Come here, young lady. We are ready to start the dressing."

"Wait... You're not going to take my blindfold off?" — the girl asked.

"Why should we? It is going to be very fashionable. After this ball many husbands will start the fine practice of blindfolding their women. A lady in a gown and a blindfold shall always follow her man and be careful and obedient."

Suddenly, Jen lunged at the exit, only to run into the blinds that were closed together somehow, forming an impassable wall.

"What were you trying to do, silly? Let's pretend no one saw this and make your last steps to your dream."

Not having a good alternative, the girl obeyed and went towards the nanny's voice.

"First, your underwear."

She felt strong mechanical arms pull the panties onto her butt. The fabric was thin but firm, applying pressure to her bottom part. Instead of a logical bra, Jen felt something much heavier envelop her torso.

"Breathe in — breathe out." The machine was holding her hips and shoulders still and her hands up while quickly tightening the laces of an overbust corset! The garment hurried to expand Jen's understanding of 'breathe out' as she felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs and her waist getting crushed mercilessly. After the corset sides met, there was a series of metallic clicks.

"Nice and secure. You ought to be proud wearing the permanent model. We will have great fun washing and drying it with you inside! No silly releases, you will stay beautiful till your end comes."

Both despair and horniness were filling Jen from the inside. This was already a **** — and she was only done with the underwear. She banged against her corset with her fists. It was rock solid with many bones of stainless steel keeping her safe from any 'silly release'.

It was the gown's turn. Jen felt the machine lift her from the floor by her hands. She started swinging her legs in protest, but another pair of arms snatched her ankles with absolute precision.

"Oh, come on, you naughty girl!"

Something fell down from the supposed ceiling, producing a series of deafening clunks.

"That's not how a ball gown sounds." — Jen thought as her very shallow breathing was getting scared away by the sounds.

"It's a special one. I'm sure we will not be disappointed."

The machine proceeded to put pieces of metal together with more clashing and screeching. During this process, the girl felt two stiff elements applied to the front and back sides of her corset. Then they were shut together from the sides, covering the corset snugly.

After that, Jen's hands were released... but her feet did not fall down to touch the ground. She was surprised to find soft and pleasant fabric covering her to her waist, but then going away from her body, ending somewhere well out of her reach. The girl tried to get under her waist, but the many steel hoops beneath the silky surface were impassable.

"Isn't it how all dresses should be made these days? The hoop skirt that goes around you is bolted into your corset at the waist, merging them together. We can always detach it if bigger ones get into fashion. And look at all these bands and bows your gown is decorated with! The dress is in tens of pink shades, isn't that a nice touch?"

For the first time in a while, Jen could imagine the color of something nearby, and that soothed her overrun mind. She caressed the fabric some more, admiring its quality. Yet something was still in the way of her bursting into the party and dazzle the guests right now.

"Oh, forgive my aging memory, darling. This gown is worn with a certain kind of shoes that are going to rise this gorgeous skirt from the floor."

Her feet were gently put into the slippers, but the slippers were not gentle with her feet at all. The inner sole was arched even more severe than her previous boots' one was, and the shoes had insanely high platform heels. Jen had no idea how many more inches were in them beyond the six-inch raise from the sole.

"Why don't you stand up and circle around a bit, my princess?"

Jen was also excited by this suggestion. She pushed the heels against the floor, and the dress rose slowly as well. To her surprise, it was not as heavy as it sounded, but still about 40 pounds, by her estimation. She took the first uncertain step and then tried to turn around, only to get thrown off her feet by the hoop skirt's inertion, landing it onto the soft carpet.

"I'll learn to do it, ma'am. Just need some practice." — Jen said while hurrying to stand up again.

"I know exactly what you're missing." — the 'nanny' said in a grandmotherly tone.

Soon Jen's hands were put into shoulder length gloves. They were silky and smooth on the outside, but their lining was much stiffer, and held the girl's arms in quite a grip. Also, there were two thick laces going behind her back, connecting the two gloves at her wrists and shoulders.

"These are very nice, thank you... but how are they going to help me in my dance training?"

The orchestra was the only one to talk for a few seconds, and after that, the girl was answered.

The two laces began to close the distance between the gloves, using some incorporated mechanism. Within seconds, Jen's arms were **** together behind her back, and the two gloves joined together with two clicks, turning into an armbinder. She still could not understand how that was going to help her balance, but she was going to learn soon anyway.

"And a final touch." — was the 'nanny''s last line as a tiara was put onto Jen's head. It secured itself on the place with tiny harmless needles, forming a connection with her brain.

***

The carpet ended and the palace tiles started clicking under her feet.

"Now, where are my guests?" — she said, and then she saw.

With her blindfold still on, she saw the richly decorated dancing hall filled with the higher circle of society. Men and women, who were all finely dressed to the occasion, were all gasping at Princess Janet's appearance. All eyes were on her.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to the ball." — the voice in her head said, but the guests heard it and started dancing to the music that was coming from the corner where the orchestra was placed. And Jen circled and circled and circled. She could barely breathe, her feet were in agony, her knees were tired from holding the weighty skirt, but she ignored all this, because it was only right to keep the party going until...

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