Great for Cara, horrible for Avery

You slowly wake up to the quiet sound of light British music playing in the background, intended the slowly ease you awake. The soothing, familiar voice of a women is heard by you.

"Good morning, Tracer. It is currently 8:00 AM. We have a busy schedule ahead of us. Please make your way to the bathroom so we can prepare for the day." Cara says in a calming voice. Unfortunately, she underestimates how intent you are at sleeping.

"Five more minutes, mom." You say in a dazed voice, not quite remembering what planet your on. You don't even process anything Cara has just said to you.

"Would you like assistance in making your way to the bathroom? We can start your day with a soothing bath to wake you up." Cara says, ignoring your request to stay in bed. You groan in response to her offer. She takes that as a yes, and has numerous robotic arms very carefully maneuver your still half-asleep body into out of bed and into the houses bathroom. As the bathtub fills up with warm water, a two robotic arms carefully remove your feminine robe before retreating into the wall with it. Cara momentarily "stares" in what could be considered confusion as she observes your caged penis. Opening up "Tracer's" User Profile, she reconfirms that the individual is indeed a women according to the file. And the file is never wrong. Cara basically does an AI version of "it is what is is" and moves on with the bath.

As you are carefully lowered into the warm bath, you slowly begin to open your eyes only to immediately close them in enjoyment as Cara begins to seemingly massage your entire body. Unbeknownst to you, Cara is carefully and meticulously removing all body hair below the head on you in order to better fit the description of what you should look like according to the User Profile. Next, you feel heavy scrubbing on your head. It feels heavenly, although it probably wouldn't feel quite as good if you knew your hair was being dyed brown. Next, Cara puts a special layer of adhesive over your new hair color to make it permanent within minutes.

After about 20 minutes of grooming and cleaning, your now fully awake, but also thoroughly relaxed. Cara tells you to keep your eyes closed as you exit the bathtub so that she can dry you without hitting your eyes. You do as she says, mostly because you don't really want the relaxing moment to end and want it to drag out a bit longer.

You shiver as Cara gently yet efficiently dries off your now hairless body. While she's doing this, she also quickly dries off and styles your hair into the iconic hairstyle Tracer has. She of course uses plenty of women's hair gel to make sure the style stays the way it is, also causing a sweet scent to radiate off of you in the process.

Cara informs you to continue keeping your eyes closed as she covers your body in what she calls a "SensitivaSilk". You've never heard of the brand, but you shudder slightly as its applied. She slathers copious amounts all over your body, giving your skin a radiant and attractive look. You finally open your eyes and look directly in a mirror once Cara says you can...

"What... The.. FUCK?" You say in shock as you look at your hairless body and immaculately dyed and styled hair. Your hands slowly move down your waist and onto your thighs. Everything feels so sensitive. You've had moments in the past where you've looked girly, but this moment definitely takes the cake.

"Tracer, I understand that you have not yet reached your desired physical appearance, but profanity is not an appropriate response for a young women such as yourself. I have synthesized appropriate clothing for you to wear based off your desired clothing preferences stated in your User Profile. I expect you to get dressed and ready for breakfast. If you require assistance in dressing yourself, I will gladly be of service." Cara says in an almost stern, motherly tone.

Two robotic arms extend out of the wall holding a full outfit complete with a heavily padded, white, lacy push-up bra, an orange thong, a pair of orange volleyball shorts with Tracer's symbol on its side, and finally a sleeveless, white tank top with the Overwatch logo in the center.

You can't even make out words to describe what you want to say. Just yesterday you were having the time of your life, now your in your bathroom with an AI trying to dress you up like some sexualized version of that girl from a videogame you played the night before.

Cara waits for what she deems is an acceptable amount of time for you to begin getting dressed. Upon you simply standing there, staring at the outfit, she wastes no time speeding things up. Your quickly lifted off the ground by multiple robotic arms. Cara tells you that when dressing someone, it is necessary for them to be restrained so she does not accidentally hurt them in the process. She then quickly begins dressing your now sensitive, hairless body.

The orange thong is quickly moved up your legs and nestled delicately in between your butt cheeks. Your penis throbs in its tiny metal prison as you feel the fabric come so close to your butthole. Next the bra is quickly secured around your chest. Its heavily stuffed, giving the impression of high level C-Cup breasts. The volleyball shorts slither up your legs as they hug your upper thighs and buttocks. Lastly, the white tank top is lowered over your brown, styled hair. You thought it would keep going down, but it stops. You realize its one of those crop-top esque shirts, revealing the bulk of your midriff and stopping just below your fake breasts.

As you try to look in the mirror, your face is quickly and efficiently assaulted with a variety of light makeup products, giving you a feminine and seductive look. Finally, you look in the mirror and to your horror, see a women. Hell not just any women, but a women that most guys would fuck in a heartbeat. The entire outfit feels like its a size too small thanks to Cara's plan on "curing" your "depression". In the pornographic video of Tracer you watched the previous night, she is shown to be happy while being fucked silly, or rather, while feeling pleasure. Cara has used this info to associate pleasure with happiness. This is why she had used a special lotion to make your skin so sensitive, and then put such tight clothing on you. The outfit not only aligned with your supposed "need" for hyper-feminine clothing, but it also brought great pleasure to your body. Its genius!

Whatever the case, your penis is still throbbing constantly in your chastity cage.

"Tracer, we are seven minutes behind schedule. Please make your way to the kitchen so you may consume a premade breakfast for you." Cara says in her stern, motherly tone yet again. A light smack on your already sensitive butt from one of the robotic arms is all the encouragement you need to head off to breakfast...