Crystal starts her day

Crystal's alarm went off. It as 8 am. She had her first class at 9 am, and she lived only 4 blocks from campus.

Crystal's nipples and pussy were sore, and her bed was sticky. She vaguely remembered last night. "Damn, did I masturbate like there's no tomorrow?" she thought as she remembered the weird dream about the tattoo.

She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and gasped. She still had a whorish amount of make up on. Dark rouge on her cheeks, hot red lipstick, garish amounts of awful blue-green eyeshadow, and too much eyeliner. She turned on the sink and tried to wash the make up off, but she quickly realized her "dream" had been true. This was not make up, it was permanent.

She jumped into the shower and took a hot shower hoping beyond hope the "make up" would come off.

When she realized it was permanent, she sighed and dried off. As she blow dryed her hair, her hair became huge and poofy like an 80s Texas beauty pageant contestant. No matter what she did, her hair stayed huge and poofy, and no amount of mousse or gel could change that.

She then tried to cover her permanent make up with something lighter and more subtle, but the make up she applied just evaporated.

She sighed and decided she needed to seek help, but from whom. Who would believe her.

She put on a pair of jeans and a bra, but the bra made her sensitive nipples itch too much, so she just put on a t-shirt. The t-shirt came down to just above her belly button.

She finished dressing and grabbed her back pack. She headed to school, looking like a freakish whore with way too much make up and ridiculously big hair and hoping no one would really notice. She was also wondering whom she was going to ask for help. The whole time she was unware of what her new lower back tattoo said.