The arms grabbed onto you and carried you into Sara's bedroom. They sat you down at the vanity's chair, where you felt the collar being pulled into place, and attaching itself to the vanity chair, and turned it to face the mirror.
"Your current hairstyle and length do not match the preset parameters. Making adjustment based on current appearance... New parameters set." CARA said.
The arms pulled off the towel and began to brush your hair. Your hair wasn't incredibly long, only long for a man, but the brushes were persistent. There was a knot in your hair, and the brush pulled right through it, which hurt, but your flinching was hindered by the collar.
"Ouch!" you shouted.
""Now Sara, you know how much pain there is involved in these processes. Just relax... I seem to remember you favoring this hairstyle..." CARA responded.
The arms were soon joined by new arms that carried sprays and other styling tools, and your view in the mirror was obscured as they went to work. As they worked, the chair was rotated around, so even if you could see, you weren't facing the mirror anymore. When they were finished, the chair was again rotated to the mirror, allowing you to see yourself.
"What do you think, Sara?" CARA asked.
Your hair had been brushed and styled into a mid-length women's hairstyle with... you almost missed it in the glow of the light, but your hair had faint highlights in it as well.
"I keep telling you, I'm not Sara. Now let me go!" you shouted.
CARA remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating your response. You expected the magnet to release shortly and you would be escorted elsewhere, or be allowed to roam free.
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