... the changes continue

When you snap back into awareness, you realize to your horror that the breastforms are stuck to your body and now clad in silken white cups, your arms held over your head as CARA slides some sort of satin smock over your head.

"CARA, abort, abort!" You try to break even one limb free of CARA's grasp but each arm holds you in a vice-like grip. In desperation, you say: "It's me, Sara! Your owner! I order you to abort!"

You are not Sara...

You never thought you'd regret the computer not misidentifying you, - but it's not done.

?You are the Elven Princess {girlname}.

Something in that name is vaguely familiar, but before you can focus on it, you feel another article of clothing slither down your body.

"Enough is enough you stuppi-" you break off with a gasp as you feel your entire ribcage constrict. You glance down to see CARA's arms methodically lacing you into a white corset. You try to say something, but CARA pulls again and you moan, tears coming to your eyes even as you see your body take on a distinctively hourglass-figured shape.

"?stop? stop?" you say in a ragged whisper. But then you feel something being glued to your ears, something being lowered onto your scalp? and then CARA pulls again, and you black out.