Makeover

The arms once again reached over and took Jamie by his wrists and ankles, lifting him off the ground and removing the heeled shoes.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere."

"However, instead of removing the dress too, the arms instead moved Jamie across the room onto a padded, comfortable chair. Out of the wall, more arms came, and metal clamps suddenly covered his hands and feet.

"Ummmmm..."

And out of another hole in the wall, another burst of arms came. Scissors, brushes, lipstick, powders, balms, creams and bottles, all suddenly shooting towards Jamie's face.

Jamie recoiled into the chair and scrunched his eyes shut. Instantly he felt pressure as a cold cream was massaged into his face. Cheeks, forehead, even down to his neck. Too afraid to open his eyes, he then felt powder, a brush whipping back and forth. Sudden pinpricks of pain as he could feel his eyebrows being plucked, pressure on his eyelids and sudden heaviness on his eyelashes. More pressure and liquid on his upper cheeks and jowls, and then his lips. A sharper pressure going around the edge of his lips, and then a more greasy smudge going back and forth across his lips, relief for a moment, and then the brush of some other liquid over the same area.

Eventually, peace. Even the clamps on his hands and feet were removed, though he felt the shoes being put back on.

Jamie sat for a few moments more, worried about saying anything.. then opened his eyes.

A somewhat nervous looking girl looked back at him. He wasn't sure what to say until he realised the girl was him. The delicately done make up, red lips, long lashes... Long glowing hair, and of course the top of the red dress. Jamie reached up to touch his own face and noticed the shiny red nails, glancing down he saw the same on his feet peeping out of the high heels.

Given everything, Jamie had to be impressed. With very little time the machine had done all of... this, the illusion was striking.