Mistaken Identity

The machine scanned the room, looking for the source of the whimper. It finally landed its sights on Lauren as she stood to her full height. The woman sighed, but just as she was about to leave, she heard a low mechanical hum come from behind her, accompanied by a female robotic voice. “Target sighted. Beginning protocol!”

Lauren turned around in shock. After a few seconds, though, this shock was replaced with a large toothy grin. It worked! She had no idea how, but it actually worked! As two robotic arms came out of the machine, Lauren smiled excitedly in anticipation…only for that smile to turn into a look of terror when she saw the arms moving towards, not the doll, but her!

Lauren let out a yelp as the robotic arms grabbed both her wrists and ankles, lifting her up into the air. “Hey! Let me go!” she cried out, squirming in the machine's grasp.

“Cleaning protocol initiated!” the machine said as another robotic arm shot out from it, scissors in hand.

Lauren froze in terror as she eyed the scissors, she didn’t like where this was going. Sure enough, in just a few snips, Lauren was reduced to her girdle and padded underwear. She shrieked as her face went red.

But the machine was not done yet. With another snip, Lauren’s girdle fell to the ground. “Hey!” Lauren shrieked indignantly as she stared down at her small paunch, blushing at the revealing of yet another of her secrets. “What do you think you’re – “

Lauren didn’t have time to finish as the machine had removed her underwear with another snip, exposing her scrawny butt and hairless privates. “S-s-stop…” Lauren begged, “Please!”

But the machine still didn’t listen as it brought the scissors up to Lauren’s final secret: her padded bra. “No…” Lauren begged, almost on the verge of tears, “Please. Don’t!”

Snip! Snip!

With those final snips, Lauren’s last article of clothing fell to the floor, reduced to two rags from being cut in half in both the front and back. Lauren’s entire body turned red as she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying. She was being held up in the air by her obviously malfunctioning machine…completely naked! Lauren could only let out a whine as she looked down at her flat chest, wishing that she could cover up.

“Foreign articles eliminated!” the machine said, “Beginning cleaning protocol!”

As Lauren squirmed in the machine’s grasp, she noticed a compartment at the base open up as the machine produced a bright pink, plastic wash tub. The machine then began to pour water from a nozzle, stopping once the water reached the halfway point. Lauren could only whimper as she was brought over to the tub and dunked into the water.

As Lauren broke the surface, she shrieked as she wrapped her arms around her. This water was freezing! Lauren was about to stand up, only for one of the hands to reach down and hold her into place while the other two came up to her with a scrub brush and a bar of soap. Lauren only had enough time to gulp before the hands ascended on her.

No part of Lauren was spared as the hands began scrubbing her. Her arms, her legs, her stomach, her butt, her back, her face; everywhere! Lauren spat and sputtered as she tried to get out of her unwanted bath, only for the hand to push her back into the tub with a splash. Lauren giggled as the brush scrubbed her feet and armpits; those two specific areas being her most ticklish areas.

After her bath, the two hands lifted the soaking wet woman out of the tub while two more hands grabbed the wash tub, tossing the water out the window before putting the tub back into the compartment. Suddenly, a second compartment opened up, revealing a large fan that proceeded to blow a blast of warm air onto the little woman until she was completely dry.

“Cleaning protocol completed.” The machine said. “Beginning wardrobe protocol!”

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Lauren called out as the machine gently sat her down on the floor. She turned over and tried to quickly crawl away, only for the machine to grab her by her ankles and drag her back to it. “Stop!” she demanded, though it came out in a more begging tone.

Another arm soon came out with a canister and proceeded to empty the contents onto Lauren’s butt before the machine turned her over again, powdering her privates. The machine then lifted Lauren’s butt off the ground by her ankles, almost putting the little woman into a headstand. As Lauren shrieked and wiggled about, she didn’t notice yet another hand coming out of the machine and place something under her. But as soon as the contraption began to set her down, she felt a soft, plastic material making contact with her butt.

“Oh no…” Lauren whispered in horror, eyes going wide as the color drained from her face.

As the machine opened Lauren’s legs a bit, Lauren could hear the crinkling of plastic…

“No…Please…” Lauren whimpered, lip quivering as she brought her head up. “Please tell me this isn’t happening right now!”

However, as the machine folded the front half of the plastic garment over her privates, Lauren let out a whine as she saw that it was true. The machine was diapering her! Lauren could only look on in abject horror as the machine taped the sides together, encasing the little woman in the infantile garment. But the machine still wasn’t done with her! Four arms came forward with different articles of clothing, quickly putting them on her before she could see what they were.

Out of curiosity, Lauren looked down and turned red at what she saw the machine had dressed her in. On her hands were a pair of pink, fingerless mittens. Lauren realized that she wouldn’t even be able to open an unlocked door with these, the most complicated thing she could hold being bottle or sippy cup. On her feet were a pair of bright pink booties. Lauren cringed as she felt that, surprisingly, they were the only baby clothes the machine had dressed her in that didn’t fit her perfectly; much to her humiliation. She wasn’t even sure if she would be able to walk in these things.

What came next was even worse as the machine then produced another pair of scissors with yet another hand which grabbed her hair, cutting off a large portion. Lauren gasped in horror as she saw her most adult feature fall to the ground, leaving her with short hair that didn’t even reach the nape of her neck. The machine then proceeded to put Lauren’s hair up into a pair of pigtails, a bright pink bow in each one.

As Lauren whimpered, the machine then produced a pacifier and stuffed it into Lauren’s mouth, tying the string behind her head. Lauren could only let out a muffled cry of humiliation as the other arms retracted, leaving two arms to pick up the sniffling little woman.

“Wardrobe protocol completed!” the machine said, almost as if it was mocking the little woman.