I want to apply concealer to hide my flaws.

A panel in the bench slides aside uncovering a makeup dish. It's labeled 'concealer'.

Apply green-tinted concealer as indicated and then blend.

You stare at the mirror, astonished. Your face is now overlaid with contour lines, showing exactly where to apply the concealer.

This would make millions for beauty companies!

You begin to realize exactly what a genius Jack Hewitt is. If he could just toss off something like this for his perverted fantasy, then imagine what he could do for real?

Although, maybe his perverted fantasies were real to him? Maybe they were more real to him than the real world was? Maybe they were an obsession of his?

Maybe this means you are trapped in a perverted, horny, reclusive, eccentric billionaire's deviant sexual fantasy with no hope for escape?

Oh god. But then, why does that make you so excited? You actually LIKE being trapped in a perverted, deviant billionaire's sexual fantasy?

I bet you do like it. After all, why would you be reading this?

Next to the dish of concealer is a soft sponge. You dab it in the concealer and applied it as indicated. As you completed each section, the contour lines on the computer screen change color to indicate that they "done".

When you finish the concealer, the computer says

That's my good girl.

which gives you a pulse of girly pleasure hearing its praise. On cue, the warm tunnel holding your penis pulses and throbs and the fingers clutch at your balls exactly once.

"EEP!" you squeal as the tip of the anal probe just barely touches your sphincter, just gently brushing the outside. It's the barest sensation and drives you insane with (perverted, deviant, sexual) need.

Apply orange-tinted concealer for purple spots.

You had no idea there were different types of concealer. The house computer takes you through three different types, one specifically for pimples, another for brightening your face (apparently), and another a few shades lighter than your skin for masking the circles under your eyes.

Each time you do something successful, you get a "That's my good girl" and a positive-reinforcement stroke on your penis and clutch at your balls.

Which seems contradictory and weird, now that you think about it it. That it's doing positive reinforcement on your male parts as it is actively turning you into a woman.

Anyway, after waiting for a minute for it to set up, there's a setting powder and you're finally done with concealer.