A black Strapless Dress

“Look, this has gone far enough! I'm not wearing any of those,” you say gesturing to the dresses in a sweeping motion. As your hand ends its arc, the voice starts again.

“Dress selected. Phase 3 beginning"

You scream out in frustration as two of the dresses recede back into your sister's closet. More of your sister's clothing are brought out and you find your body assaulted. The wet things you were wearing are taken back. You try to run but feel yourself lifted into the air by your wrists. You kick at the invading arms to try and give them a fight but it is not long before your legs are snagged and feed into a pair of black panties. With your arms above your head and legs seized below, the robotic limbs make quick work of the rest. You are **** into a black corset and feel like passing out when your mechanical arms tighten the straps.

The black strapless dress is next and slides over your soft body nice and snug. The feel of the soft fabric rubbing across your soft, hairless skin feels much better than you wish it did. As you feel the zipper in the back reach the top end of the dress, you know it fits your new curves like a glove. The length of the dress reaches your knees but the is a slit on the right side that shows a lot of your shapely leg.

The arms finish by lifting your hair and apply a frilly black choker that is wrapped tightly around your slender neck. When you are released you try to yell but the combination of the corset and choker the only thing that comes out is a soft breathy moan.