EDNA, this isn’t quite right...

Looking up at... well, you weren't sure WHY you were looking up you couldn't see any sort of audio inputs or microphones anywhere. But it just seemed right that you looked up when you spoke.

"Um... EDNA... this isn't right. This isn't at all what I meant. I was thinking..."

Before you could finish, EDNA sprung back to life. "Acknowledged. More suitable swimwear desired."

Again the mechanical arms came out and your were manhandled, literally. You were being bent and moved, mostly against your will, and were being jostled so much that you couldn't really get any words out. You felt another bikini being placed on you, only this time you wound up in a hot pink boyshort bikini. The top was both padded and tight, giving the appearance of breasts.

Your hair was assaulted by combs, gels, and scissors, and you wound up with a braid hanging down behind your head.

The arms lifted you, spread eagle, and sprayed you with something. "Applying sunscreen," EDNA said before you had the sense to ask.

You were then rather unceremoniously lifted out of the dressing room and taken to the pool.