After a few moments of silence as you awkwardly struggled against the restraints, you hear a voice emanating from a speaker somewhere. "Welcome home Hazel," the voice says.
You raise an eyebrow. You weren't Hazel, surely anyone with eyes could tell that, even a robot or an AI or whatever was controlling the robotic arms. Sure, you were her brother, but you didn't look that similar, surely. "But I'm n-" You start to say, only to be interrupted by the voice again.
"Apologies for the trouble, we had mistaken you for an intruder due to your odd attire." You immediately shut up. If the voice, which you now understood to be a security system, knew you weren't really Hazel, then it would assume you were an intruder, and you didn't really want to know what would happen then. At best, it would alert Hazel to the fact that you had been snooping around her room while she was gone. At worst, the authorities would be called, or you'd be thrown out of your own house. For now, you decided to play along. What the security system didn't know couldn't hurt it, or rather couldn't hurt you.
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that," you say, trying to sound a little more like your sister. It wasn't a very good impression, but you weren't sure how good the voice recognition on this system was anyway. Anything to keep it off your trail. "Would you mind putting me down now?"
"Of course, Hazel," the security system replied. You breath a sigh of relief, though it is short lived as you realise what is happening. The arms weren't just putting you down on the ground again, they were carrying you over to your sister's auto-closet. "Now that you're home, lets get you dressed in your own clothes again."
"Uh, that's..." you mumble, really not wanting to go through with this. You had only come in here because you were curious, you didn't want to wear your sister's clothes. However, if you insisted on wearing the clothes you currently had on, the security system would probably find it suspicious that "Hazel" wanted to continue wearing boy's clothes instead of something from her own wardrobe. For now you'd just have to suck it up and let the security system do it's job. "F-Fine! That's perfectly fine," you state, sounding altogether unconvincing. Thankfully it seemed the system wasn't able to detect your tone, and only your words.
You are placed down inside the auto-closet, which closes up as soon as the robotic arms are out of the way of the door, leaving you no time to escape. Another voice comes from inside the closet. "What would you like to wear today, Hazel?" Judging by the different voices, you guessed that the security system and the closet weren't connected to the same AI, but thankfully they had both managed to mistakenly identify you as Hazel. "Thankfully" was in massive quotation marks though, as you knew what was coming next.
"Uh, something casual please," you said, not knowing what exactly you should be asking for.
"Understood, casual outfit selected. Commencing undressing process." A group of robotic arms, similar to those that had previously grabbed you, though different enough to confirm this was a different system, reached out and picked you up, before proceeding to strip you down. The arms removed absolutely everything you were wearing, from your shirt and pants, to your shoes and socks, leaving you incredibly thankful your pockets had been empty before you came in here. Most worryingly was that even your underwear was removed, which meant the closet had every intention of completely dressing you up as your sister, even the parts that weren't normally visible. The arms that had grabbed the clothes carried them off inside the closet, leaving you to wonder what would be done with them. Best case scenario was that they would simply be deposited in the laundry, for you to fetch later.
"Undressing complete. Commencing dressing process," the machine stated, bringing your mind back to the present. New clothes were brought out of the walls by more mechanical arms, and before you could even say no, they were being pulled onto your body. A pair of panties were pulled up your legs, sitting just a little too tight on your crotch, and a bra was strapped around your chest, cupping what little flesh was there in a failed attempt to make it look like you had breasts. A strappy top was pulled over your head, ending a little before your belly button, leaving your midriff exposed. Next, a skirt was pulled up your legs, coming down to just above your knees, leaving you immediately regretting how vague your request had been. Why didn't you ask for pants? Finally, a pair of wedge sandals were placed on your feet as you were set back onto the ground. "Dressing complete. Have a nice day."
Just like that, the door to the closet opened up once more, and you stumbled out, a little unsteady on your new footwear. Your face was flushing red from how embarrassed you were. You were incredibly thankful that no one else could see you right now, but that did little to mitigate how exposed you felt wearing this skirt and top. Thankfully, you were dressed now, and as far as you could see, the security system's arms didn't seem to be around anymore. With any luck, you could just leave, head back to your own room, and forget any of this ever happened.
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