A/N: The prologue of Ravishing was removed because my Beta didn't like it. Sorry for the inconvenience.
I don't own Portal, wish I did though.
"Nng." Wheatley groaned. 'I feel as though I plugged into a charging dock when fully charged.' He thought, sitting up.
"Good, you're awake." Glados said. "Stand up." He quickly got to his feet. Glados was smiling, which could not bode well for him. As he stepped onto the carpet, he realized that Glados had removed his long fall boots. "Hold still." She said, gently unzipping the back of his jumpsuit. "Now, arms out." She continued, lifting his arms 45 degrees from his body.
'What is she doing?' Wheatley wondered. 'What kind of test is this?' He gasped as the cold air kissed his shoulders; Glados was slowly sliding his jumpsuit off. When she got down to his waist, she told him to lift his leg. He did as she said, and shivered. While he was wearing a white tank top under the jumpsuit, he wasn't wearing any pants, just briefs.
"Now, the other leg." She told him. He did so and shuddered as Glados slipped the jumpsuit off. "Now, arms up." She told him, but didn't give him a choice as she lifted his arms above his head. Then, she lifted the tank top off. He flinched as the cool air hit his bare chest. Without his long fall boots, tank top, or jumpsuit, he felt strangely vunerable.
He started to lower his arms, but Glados said, "No, keep them up." She went over to the dresser, picked up the stockings and blue dress, and went back to Wheatley. He spotted the dress and balked.
"Y-you can't expect me to wear that! What am I, your doll?"
'Yes, you are.' Glados thought, but unwilling to voice it, she settled for a glare.
"OK, fair enough, no need to get hasty." Wheatley quickly backtracked. Without replying, Glados gently pulled the dress over his head and placed his arms in the sleeves. She tied his pinafore around his waist, placing his hair in front of his shoulders to keep it out of the way. Then, walking over to the desk, she pulled out a chair.
"Sit down."
Wheatley, not wanting to be glared at, sat. "Now, hold your head still." She told him, pulling his hair behind the chair. She started braiding it, and began talking as she did so.
"I am going to start having you do a different type of testing, to see if your behavior or abilities change. You will not leave the room you are in unless I am accompanying you. I will wake you up, dress you, bathe you, and feed you. In other words, I will do almost everything for you."
Wheatley sighed. 'That doesn't sound so bad. Deadly? No, embarrassing? Yes. I can look after myself! But still… Glados is being surprisingly gentle. It feels… nice…'
Too quickly for his liking, she was done. She went to kneel in front of him. "Put your left foot out." She told him. He stuck it out carefully, making sure not to accidentally kick her. She lifted his foot, and stuck it into the left foot of a pair of white stockings. She repeated this with his other foot, then had him stand up so she could pull the stockings up.
"Almost done, now sit." She said as she went back over to the dresser. She picked up a pair of black Mary Janes, and went back over to Wheatley. Slipping on the shoes proved easy, as Wheatley knew what was coming and stuck out his foot without any prompting.
Glados smiled. 'Already he's getting used to being my doll.' "Stand up." She looked at her work. Wheatley's long blond hair had been braided into one giant braid that reached the back of his knees, tyed back with a cyan ribbon. He swished the dress around, getting a feel for the loose fabric. "Twirl." Glados commanded, and he slowly spun around so she could look at him from all sides. "Very good." She told him, walking over and putting an arm around his waist. "Now, time for breakfast." She said, leading him to the kitchen.
A/N: Wow, one whole chapter on getting dressed! R&R!