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Chapter 9 by HYjaCK HYjaCK

Do you open it?

The wardrobe draws you in!

You reach out and grasp the wardrobe's handle, unable to hold yourself back for any longer. Once more, the warmth coming from the wardrobe makes you feel confused, yet you prevail and pull open the wardrobe doors.

First, a mechanical hand shoots out and grabs you by the neck, yanking you in without any sense of hesitation. Then you feel more and more hands wrap around you, yanking you in every direction as you can feel them... dress you?

"What the f-" You struggle as something round enters your mouth.You can tell it's ball-shaped, but that's all. The insides of the wardrobe itself are pitch-black. You can hear the machinery work on you with no ****. You feel something tight over your package and chest. They both feel delicate and light.

Then you feel straps and something loose over your groin. Feeling it move about with each movement of the machines, you predict it to be a skirt. But then you feel something completely unexpected- something tight wraps around your chest and stomach, emptying your lungs and making you feel discomfort. Yet soon, this sensation becomes more comfortable and you feel a small, tight t-shirt go over your head.

"Mmmmmf!" You try to shout and protest but are met by the gag in your mouth. Suddenly it gets ripped out with a pop and you feel these machines apply make-up to your face, ranging from lipstick to eyeliner. Whatever was going on, you found yourself... enjoying it.

The delicate yet focused attention of the machines began to turn you on and a bulge began to form against the skirt, amplified by the delicate fabric of your underwear. Though whilst you fell into a trance-like state with the machines touching you, you're disappointed when you're shoved back into the room.

You walk slowly towards the bathroom and peer into the mirror. You now had heavy make-up, a pink crop top, a peach skirt, and high heels on. You could also feel the fabric of your underwear, which consisted of a purple bra and purple panties. Feeling unable to resist, you pulled a slutty pose in the mirror, opening your mouth and placing a finger on your bottom lip.

As you strike some poses, you can hear a bang at the door to the hallway. You look into the room from the bathroom to find it swing open.

Who was it?

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