A green sweater dress

CARA presented you with a view-screen that showed a multitude of clothing options she expected you to choose from. You grimace as you swipe your finger across the screen searching through the selection of dresses on display, each one more revealing than the last.

“What the hell am I going to do? I can't believe that this is happening. Am a really choosing a dress to wear?” you think as you search for what you think might be the least enticing outfit.

*Do you need help selecting, Sara?*

“NO!...No, thank you...I want to do this myself,” you tell her, knowing full well she would pick something that would embarrass you to no end.

*Jason will be arriving soon. If you are unable to make a decision, I will help encourage you so you will ready for your date on time.*

You frown at that, trying to hurry up and find something before you get shocked. Finally, your eyes land on a sweater dress that is being paired with leggings. Though you obviously would rather not, you tap the screen and tell CARA that you want to wear it.

*Excellent choice, Sara. Jason will love it.*

A tiny wave of pleasure runs through you, making you smile as CARA begins dressing you in a white bra and pantie set. You are brought back to reality as you look down at yourself and see the way that the white bra lifts your puffy chest into its cups. For the first time in your life, you had cleavage. You scowled at your breasts as CARA made you step into socks, followed by the black leggings. They were pulled up your legs, the fabric holding you in a flattering fashion.

You twisted around at the waist to look at your round butt in the leggings, “Was my ass always like this, or is this CARA's doing?”

You don't get much time to contemplate the question before being shaken from your thoughts by the feeling of tightness around your middle. You are surprised to see that CARA has wrapped you in a corset.

“Now hold on a min-erk!” you start to protest before CARA cinches the corset tight.

Though it is tight, you can still breathe well enough to growl at the indignity of being this machine's dress-up doll. Still, you do as you are told when you are ordered to lift your arms so CARA can slide the sweater dress over you. The green dress hugs your new curves in a distressingly attractive way, coming down to the mid-thigh. You step into a pair of provided knee-high boots, each zipped and buckled into place.

CARA then instructed you to hold still so that she can do your hair and makeup. You do as you are told and simply endure as she goes to town on your head. You don't like any of it but the worst is the eyeliner and the fear that CARA was going to glitch out while so close to your eye. Luckily it is over pretty quickly, CARA finishing your look with a green headband that matches your dress.

*You look adorable, Sara.*

On instinct, you look to your sister's full-length mirror and once again see your feminized reflection. You can't get over how cute you turned out, shocked and confused by what you are seeing. Your eyes slowly drift up from the high heeled boots, lingering momentarily at your thighs, tantalizingly held by the hem of the soft and lightly constricting fabric of the dress. The way the green garment clings to the new curse of your body screams sexy so loudly you can almost hear it.

“How the hell is it do I look this pretty?” you wonder silently looking at your made-up face.

*Sara, Jason is here.*