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You're having a hard time concentrating. You feel like you're being carried on a relentless roller coaster of strangeness, tossed from the sweet, almost innocent scents of the oils and lotions and soap in one moment, to a building tension in your groin that makes you want to scream for release, scream for him to...

Wait. Him?

"Ngh~! O-one~!" You gasp, willing to say anything for this to end. "Just please - stop!"

*Image 1, "****.jpg" has been selected.*

To your relief, the arms help you gently out of the tub, and help hold you upright while you wobble on weak legs, while other hands towel you off. As you slowly regain your composure, you begin to think about what just happened, enough to wonder at that file name.

****? What could that mean?

You shiver as the arms retract, along with the towels, leaving you naked and shivering in the sudden cold. You feel, to your shock, your nipples harden and lengthen to unheard of proportions - and that's when you realize that your chest seems... bigger. You turn to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and bite your lips to keep from moaning in despair. You're even slimmer than last time with a body contour that can only be described as feminine, and the fat on your chest is quickly settling into distressingly breast-like shapes. You shiver again.

"Where's that robe CARA?"

*You do not need a robe at this time {firstname}.*

You never thought you'd ever be bitter about not being allowed to wear a girly white bathrobe but let it pass. Still naked, you emerge into your sister's bedroom. "Fine then. CARA, could you show me this ****.jpg file?"

*Your access level does not allow that {firstname}.*

Unconsciously, your hip juts out to your right and you place a delicate hand on it, striking an irritated but undeniably girlish pose. "Then how the hell am I going to know what I'm supposed to wear for this stupid roleplay?"

*Not to worry {firstname}. I shall take charge of your transformation in T-minus 2 seconds.*

Again, something in those words makes you feel wary. "CARA what do you mean by-hey!"

You yelp as CARA's arms re-emerge and lift you up into the air, laying you down on Sara's bed - and holding you down.

Suddenly an army of arms surrounds you, some with brushes, some with oils, and some with terrifying looking needles. You open your mouth to protest, to scream, but then there's a prick on your neck, and the world begins to turn dark.

*Transformation procedure initiated. Instructions Master Jessie?*

As your senses fade, you make out a deep throaty chuckle over the loud speakers, followed by a command from a familiar, yet unfamiliar, voice:

YOUR BODY IS PUTTY, YOUR BODY WILL TAKE WHATEVER FORM I COMMAND...