A full makeover

I didn't bother knocking, somehow knowing it will be open for me. I had no idea what, or who to expect on the other side of it. I couldn't help but feel a little fear, somewhere in the back of my mind, though all my conscious thoughts were directed at this being right and normal.

Though I didn't have any idea what to expect, it certainly wasn't what awaited me. It was... a bedroom. There's no other way to describe it. The layout of the room looked like it should be a living room, complete with a small entryway and doors to the kitchen, bathroom, and one that would probably lead to a bedroom in a normal set-up. But the room in front of me was undeniably a bedroom. A woman's bedroom, too. There was a vanity, a dresser, a bed with a frilly bedspread and far too many pillows. It looked nothing like _my _bedroom, which was a relief.

I felt compelled to enter, and treat it like it was my own room. I walk in and catch a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror. I look like a mess with no makeup, my hair in a frizz. I would never go out looking like this. Would I? No, I've always been so careful to look my best. If I didn't turn 10 heads on a trip to the grocery store, I was doing something wrong.

I sat down and rectified the situation. I combed my red hair straight and put in a gel that promised to make it shine like in a hair-dye commercial. I applied my makeup, stopping at tasteful, then going farther. My eyes were bold under obvious eye-liner and eye-shadow. My skin was already totally clear, my complexion perfect, so I put on a heavy line of bright red lipstick, until my cocksuckers match my hair. _Cocksuckers? _But that was what they were for.

Makeup done, I look down at my clothes. Something was very wrong with them. I've got such a great figure, I usually show it off better than this. I figured that, if the vanity is ready for me, the dresser would be too. And sure enough, it was stocked full with a variety of slutty lingerie choices, as well as dresses, blouses, skirts, and shorts. I pulled out a nice dark bra and thong set, then a little frilly skirt that would barely cover my ass, and button-up blouse. The top button stopped under plenty of cleavage.

After putting those on, a laptop I hadn't noticed on the bed chimed. It has been facing me where I changed, and a light at the top of the screen indicated that the camera was on. It was logged into my account and showed the little "1" meaning I have a message.