A makeover

"You look absolutely awesomest" Kelly babbles.

You don't answer. You are silent for the whole fifteen minutes since you both left the salon. You look like...well...a bimbo. Not a total bimbo but close enough. Your face looks...weird, almost alien. They did something to your cheeks, they are bigger, your lips are puffy, they put heavy makeup on your face. They lengthened your eyebrows. You realize that Kelly asked you some question, because she's looking at you expectantly.

"Yeah, sure" you say.

"Cool" says Kelly and takes your hand.

And until you know what's going on, you are standing in dressing room in some shop. There is pink dress in your hand. Gerrow's wife is with you and urges you:

"Come on, put it on."

"I...I..." you are so confused, by what's happening.

"Oh I know how to convince you" says Kelly cheerfully.

And before you manage to stop her she slides her hand into your panties. Her fingers quickly find what they are looking for.

"Oooh" you moan.

"Yeah it's very nice isn't it? You want to look like me, right? You want to be a nice dumb girl for John?"

"Oh, fuck!" it is hard to define the sound that comes from your mouth. It's something between whisper and scream.

You are melting under her touch, you feel powerless to stop her. But she stops herself.

"Come on" she gives a light slap to your ass "dress up."

This slap wakes you up a little. Why do you listen to this blabbering idiot?