Two Robot arms were holding out a tiny little girl's dress, looking at it there was no way it would you were wearing it, even if you wanted to, there was no way it would fit.
"Cara I'm not wearing that, first of all It won't fit."
Scanning... Oh my Ashley Look at how you've grown. Hold on one moment, Resizing..."
You don't like the sound of that, but the door behind you is locked.
The arms disappear back into the wall and you hear some noises.
In barely any time the arms emerge from the walls holding a larger, but still little girl's dress.
"resizing complete, please Get dressed Ashley."
"No way Cara I'm fine in the clothes I'm wearing. I'm not wearing that, I'm not Ashley, this is all an accident"
"Ashley, You're mother has left me with instructions about your tantrums, in case she or Sara isn't here."
The Robot Arms grab your arms, two more grab your pants and pull them off, then your underwear, next if you shirt. then lastly your shoes and socks, Your clothes are then brought to a space in the wall and disappear.
This is bad, the arms then lift you up and slide a pair of frilly panties up your legs, next it slides the dress up your body, once its on, it forces your arms through the sleeves.
Once the dress is on, it zips it up. And it's tight, extremely tight, too tight. you're having a hard time breathing.
"Cara... It's too... tight..."
"Lying is bad Ashley I scanned your body, this dress is sized perfectly. Now, what would you like to do while we wait for your Mom and or Sara to return.
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