Winding up looking like a bimbo dominatrix

"EDNA!" You practically scream, "Stop this! I can't have sex with Raymond, or any man!"

"Understood."

EDNA pauses, you stop there on the top of the stairs landing. For a moment you think its passed.

Then two big metal plates come from either side and close around your crotch.

"EDNA......?" you say in quickly rising worry.

"Do not worry, this is a minimally invasive procedure that will only take a moment."

You worry. You start to feel weird sensations and pressures around that area. Soon the plates are removed and you look in horror to what they've done.

It's still a flexible prosthetic that flattens your groin only now it looks... feminine and... functional.

"EDNA? Why are you doing this?"

"This has been performed to assist your intercourse with Raymond. Surgery can be arranged for a more long term solution."

"No, no..." Curiosity got the better of your horror for a moment "Does it actually... work?"

"I can initiate a test immediately if you'd like."

"NO NO, NOT that! Look just...." you decide to take a breath, figure out the best thing to say to EDNA.

You wait a second too long, and EDNA shoves you into the bathroom for the scented, bubbly, thorough routine.

By the time you're brought to the bedroom closet, you're defeated. You've had more costume changes in the last 2 days than you normally have in a week, and you sense that there is little you can do to stop the next one.

Maybe, however, you could temper it.... "EDNA, just make sure the outfit is... appropriate."

"Understood, selecting an outfit appropriate for seducing Raymond Teller."

You squeeze your eyes closed in frustration, why did you even try at this point?

The familiar arms grab you. Up slide a pair of bright red panties, and onto your big chest is a red bra. Sheer black tights are pulled up your legs. Then out of nowhere a shiny black latex dress is pulled up over your legs, torso, and hung from your shoulders. It pushes up your own boobs which it shows off glamorously with its plunging neckline. It has a pencil skirt to it that pulls your thighs together and before flaring off stylishly at the hem. Shiny ankle high black shoes with thin, high heels are pulled on next throwing you off balance. And your existing choker is augmented with jet black lace. As you reach for it, a pair of shiny black PVC gauntlets get attached from your wrists to your elbows.

You are brought to the vanity and after the familiar routine, you have burning red lips and smoky dark eyes with waves of hair cascading down on either side of your head.

It was stunning. The unsure look in your eyes almost looked like a false façade against the strong, seductive curves of the tight shiny plastic. You were dressed up as a present, once again, for Raymond to open

This was insane, EDNA was determined to turn you into a pinup. Where was she getting these ideas? These clothes?

You get up, and feel a twinge at your ankle once again.

"EDNA," you say as you deliberately limp badly, "my ankle...."

"Understood, you're mobility need will need to be taken care of." before you can protest the arms pick you up and drop you back into the house's sitting room, purse already in front of you on the table, pinging occasionally.

This has been so much so fast. Your mind is vaguely aware that you're a super hot woman waiting for her date, and the rest of your mind is trying to find a way out. Previously your strategy for "way out" was going home, but you were already home. What to do?