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.
