This choice: Punishment: Modeling prom dresses • Go Back...Chapter #14Punishment: Modeling prom dresses by: Former182   You were allowed more to eat as time passed, but freedom wasn't allowed. So you were stuck to the bed. Sleep cam far easier, as none of the clothes tried to seduce you. The clothes from the other day were taken off, but similar replacements put themselves on in their place.
So when Morning came, you were allowed to eat oatmeal and some fruit.
"I came up with a punishment, after reading some instructional manuals you brought with you..." The Tremaine dress said as it walked in.
"What ones?" you asked with some worry.
"The ones about your computer, internet access, and your digital camera..." The Tremaine dress answered.
You didn't like where this was headed.
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And you didn't. all hair except your eyebrows and the top of your head was shaved off. Even those had to be trimmed. Your eyebrows were cut thinner and the hair on the top of your head was trimmed down to less than half an inch.
A long-haired wig and makeup was applied to you. As you were being put into a blue prom dress that had matching long gloves, you said, "This won't hide my hips, you know..."
"Ah, dear, that's where the magic that animates us comes into play. It is more than enough to visually alter your shoulder-hip ratio," The Tremaine dress answered. "And a cute collar that matches your pretty dress will hide your adam's apple."
A trio of clothes were handling your computer and camera. The clothes were each made up of a tanktop, shorts, socks, bra, panties, and gloves. They had made a show to let you look inside them and that let you know they were around either a C cup or a B cup. You had a feeling that if they were real flesh-and-blood women, they'd be the cute-and-nerdy type.
A few hours of posing in different dresses exhausted you. Each time, a different wig was put onto you.
Finally, you were allowed back in a different set of Panties, nightgown, and bedrobe. This time, they were all light blue.
"And our lovely trio has put up a website, one that has gotten quite a lot of views..." The Tremaine dress stated as you began to drink from a bottle of water. "And orders..."
You glared at the dress and asked, "And how are you going to send them out?"
"We called a mail service and set something up," The Tremain dress replied. Before you could say anything more, "The Tremaine Dress ordered, "Ladies! Our model needs his beauty sleep!"
A flurry of the scarves, tights and sweaters from before tied themselves around you and took you back to bed.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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