Danny walks over to the corner of the room and starts rummaging through some of the objects in boxes as if it had fallen in a box when we left it sitting in the middle of the room. I shake my head and stare after her. If there is one thing about the curse that hasn't affected me, it is my mind. I still had full control of my brain, though I couldn't control my body at times when there was a sexual pull... but other than that I was in control of myself and didn't lose my IQ like that witch had claimed I would, "Danny it's okay, this is my bag." I say looking down at the leather object between my fingers. I didn't want to look inside in case something else decided to latch itself to me and force me to go even more crazy. Danny turns back to face me and puts a finger to the corner of her plump lips. She tilts her head quizzically... that vapid sexy bimbo. I could just kiss that mouth and taste her delicious tongue. I shiver trying to push the thought down.
"Like I could have sworn you had this ugly backpack, that is a cute and sexy purse." I still looks at me as if I was supposed to agree that I had no taste. I shake my head.
"No this really is it." Danny shrugs and walks back over opening the bag and looking inside of it squeals excitedly and jumps back snatching the bag from me. I practically jump from shock at her sudden outburst and teeter a little on the tall heels I was strapped into.
"Like makeup time now sweetie!" Danny pounces on me, pushing me toward a chair in the room. When I sit, I feel the way my cock is uncomfortably pushed between my cheeks by tape and string and give out a little moan as the vibrations from my stuffed asshole purr with delight at the pressure. I squirm a little but Danny keeps a hand on my shoulder as if telling me to stay put. I oblige as she rummages in the purse and sets it on the desk beside us. She withdraws an array of brushes and swatches full of a variety of pinks, blues, purples, and extreme shades of color. There were normal flesh tones as well, which she was using liberally on the brushes, "Close your eyes." Danny instructs and I do as she asks.
She works rapidly and furiously. Brushing here, tugging there, pulling my skin here, plucking my eyebrows there... it is all very painful and at the same time arousing. It must be her scent that she gives off, or the fact that I am sitting on a thick horse cock that has vibrations pulsating through it from the ass plug I was being forced to wear by a crazy witch that cursed me. Either way, sitting here with her hands working at my skin like I was a doll was a little exciting.
Danny grabs my shoulder and spins me, and I open my eyes to find myself staring at the blinds to the little room. Then her hands start to attack my hair. Tugging and pulling at it and pushing it into a pile on top of my head. She brushes hard and I assume some of the snags she is reaching is either from our sexual activities, or from cum that made it between my strands. A few wisps of my hair fall in front of my face and I am shocked to see a cute strawberry blonde color. I reach up my hands and pull some more of my hair in front of my face. My entire head was covered in strawberry blonde. I felt my heart sink and I go to move from the chair, but Danny quickly pushes both hands on my shoulders stilling me. I grimace as she continues her rough assault on my hair.
She grabs my temples and makes me lean my head back over the chair and I can feel how long my hair is, this must all be part of the curse the witch has given me. Long strawberry blonde hair, a crazy sexual desire, bigger breasts, my body becoming voluptuous instead of just skinny, a thick horse cock shoved between my ass, and to top it off I think the pleasure that I get from anal sex is even better than any other sex I could have had. Either way, this woman was ruining everything I used to stand for with the simple wave of a hand after I saw some stupid picture on the internet.
I close my eyes and just relax as all the snags are finally pulled out of my hair and Danny works the brush through like magic. She has a way with self-grooming that it surprises me how little I actually know. I sense some heat and try to turn my head to see what she is doing, but she firmly grabs the top of my head sucking her teeth as if to tell me to stop moving and I continue staring into the backs of my eyelids. It is a little relaxing to be here, sitting in a room having another woman groom me. I am not sure what Danny has in store for me to get fixed, but I am sure that no matter what it is I will be glad that she was there to hold my hand through some of the crazy that is my life now.
After what feels like an eternity Danny grabs the chair and spins me back around. My hair feels light and fluffy, a first in its life if I do say so myself. She holds a brush back up to my eyes and gets to work on some more makeup, probably some finishing touches after her assault on my eyebrows and other parts of my skin. I feel a little weighed down with the stuff she is putting on my face, but at the same time it is a little exciting almost like a shield protecting me from the world. I am not sure how to explain the feeling of having this much makeup on... at least I assume she is caking a ton on my face by the way the brush flounces on my skin here or there.
"Open up your eyes." Danny instructs, her bubbly voice smooth and flowing. I do as she commands and she is holding a lash curler in her fingers. I hate these things. They are like little torture devices made from Satan himself to make girls cry for hours in end in the bathroom, but just like that Danny has already plumped and fluffed my lashes and is stowing the tool away. I watch in fascination at how easily she maneuvers through the bag of makeup equipment and how excited she gets at each little thing like it is Christmas day, "You have like all the greatest stuff in here. Why don't you wear more of this makeup?" Danny asks as she powders my cheeks with a little blush. I feel my skin grow warm at the thought of never taking care of myself. I wanted to tell her I was broke and never could afford anything like this, or that I was being forced into all of this by a witch... but honestly it is because I didn't think that I had a lot to share with the world and I didn't want people to notice me. I don't say anything and Danny takes that as a sore subject as she moves back to my hair fluffing and brushing it here or there. A bang swoops overtop my vision, and I see that it isn't just strawberry blonde but has very vibrant pinks flowing through it in large streaks. The blonde itself is very light, and the wave of a part that Danny has made for me is huge.
"Okay time for the big reveal." Danny swoops down and snags my phone from my hands and turns on the camera, "Give me a cute peace sign and stick out your tongue!" Danny instructs, and instinctively I do so. She takes a few photos turning this way and that, like I am a fashion model and this was her pet project. I can't help but giggle when she does and Danny keeps snapping photos of me. She leans down and places her chin on my shoulder and turns the camera front facing and I see my own reflection looking back at me, though I can only tell it is me because there are only the two of us in the room. My hair is teased and layered making the pink streaks even more pronounced. My eyes are coated in a dark eye liner with swooping cat tails at the ends. I can tell that she put work into my makeup contouring my face, but it doesn't look heavily caked on it just looks like my skin is smoother and more gentle to the touch. I can't help but put a hand up to my lips covering my startled expression and Danny winks an eye and sticks out her tongue snagging a perfect photo of the pair of us. My heart sinks. I was never some vapid party girl, but I looked the part... And something fierce.
Danny hands me the phone and moves back in front of me smiling down holding out lip gloss, "I think that this will go perfect with your sexy little getup girl." She puts a hand on her hip and ushers the lip gloss into my other free hand. I nod and do as commanded placing it gently on my lips and realizing just how sensitive they have gotten, and based on the photo they are much larger than before. When I am finished she opens up the purse that smells heavily of sex and cum and deposits the lip gloss into the makeup bag. She pushes a few items around inside and I see the backcomb, the straightener, and a few other things that she smiles at when she touches. I am not sure what all has been stored into that bag, but I am sure the goth girl is having a field day with it all and by the smiles and giggles that Danny is giving off she full well knows what it is all used for and what kind of sick pleasure it would bring.
She hands me the purse and motions for me to stand up. I roll my eyes and stand. This entire situation is getting out of hand. Almost forgetting I was in such tall heels I teeter for a moment and regain my balance. I give a reassuring smile to Danny who waltzes over to the door and closes it. In that moment I realize that all of our sexual ministrations earlier were on full display to anyone who had a clear view through the doorway. We didn't even bother to close or lock it behind us. Did we? I could have sworn we did, but there behind it was a full body mirror and a poster of some motivational garbage that all corporations try to shove down your throat about teamwork, and togetherness. Synergy. Either way I walked forward gently on the heels trying to learn the new calibration to the steep incline and the height it pushed me into.
And there staring back at me from the body mirror was a gorgeous pink headed alternative girl. Complete with cat makeup, and ratted hair. I twisted to the side a little to see the gashes down the side of the clubbing dress that exposed just the perfect amount of skin to make me alluring, but not enough to make me a super slut. The length of the dress was enough to do that for me. Having my shoulders bare and my heavy and newly expanded cleavage squeezed into this tight top made the dress even more form fitting and drop dead sexy. As I turn and look at myself over my shoulder I am surprised to find that my ass fills out the back of the dress just as good as my breasts. Round and perfect like I have been doing squats and yoga my whole life. I can't help but move my hand to my hip and touch it as I look over my shoulder at myself.
I turn back around and stare into the image of what is now me and am surprised that there is no evidence of the cock that is being tucked eagerly between my ass cheeks and held in place by string and tape. I lift the hem of the dress a little higher to see if it shows at all but luckily the way my balls are being pushed with the cock between them it almost looks like a mound. If I can use the word almost. Hopefully where we are going no one will try anything that could tell them otherwise.
I shift a little uncomfortably on my feet from the dildo's shifting and changing their vibration patterns. It's like they are keeping me on my toes for how strong or weak the vibrations would be along with how often they do it. Perpetually keeping me horny, I grit my teeth and drop the hem of the dress back down and stare at my shapely legs that were being hugged by the sexiest pair of fishnet stockings. I really was hot. Shocking that all of this happened to me over less than a twenty-four-hour period, but at the same time could I really be that upset with how good I looked?
