Room 7

Room 7

Entering the room, you are greeted by what can only be described as a princess' bedroom. Looking around, you see that the floor is entirely covered in regal looking carpeting, a large flat screen tv with Nondendo Flip, Y-Cube, and a number of other game systems, including a Computer, located across from a large, 4 poster bed, with sheets made of velvet or silk, a fancy crystal light fixture, a large walk in closet, that seems to be blocked by a pane of glass, an empty fridge, and A Vanity Table that seems to be covered with Cosmetics.

And most surprising of all, windows, which upon closer inspection are just T.V.s showing images of nature, which have a remote next to them, so you can change the channel, from a large sunny field, to a dimly light forest, to even the ocean, both beach side, and under the waves.

You also try to use the computer, but it won't turn on.

Given the things you've experienced so far, and the fact that the clothing is blocked off, you figure that this room's task is to put makeup on.

(Optional side TF: As you're about to go to the vanity, you notice something on the bed. Contrasting the purple sheets, you find a beige coloured piece of clothing, that appears to be a one piece swimsuit, that only covers the area between your hips and breasts. You decide to put it on, in case this is the actual task. And if it's not, it shouldn't be an issue, given how well you've managed the previous changes. You remove your bra, and pull the item over your head, careful not to get it caught in your Golden locks. Once it's snuggly in place, it begins to tighten, crushing your torso, while hugging the underside of your breasts, giving them extra support. It's only now that you realize that it's a corset, one that begins to match your skin tone perfectly, vanishing completely. Now with an hourglass figure and perfect posture, you put your bra back on, and begin walking to the vanity.)

With a better mood than you were expecting, you sit at the vanity table, and subconsciously press your legs together in a feminine manner. You look over the table, and find that each of the cosmetic items have a sticky note attached to them, telling you it's name and what it's used for, but nothing more than that. (For example, "The Foundation for your makeup", "Mascara: Volumize those lashes" or "Nail Polish: It's in the name!")

"Well, that's helpful. Thanks." You say to no one, a slight smile on your face. Maybe you're happy to be given this slight amount of help? Or maybe deep down, you're excited to get your face and nails painted? Who knows, maybe it's neither. No one knows.

It takes a very long time to get it all perfect, but eventually, you do it. Your skin is smooth and flawless, your eyes are lined, shadowed, and your (False) lashes are long and fluttery, your lips are plump and coated, and your nails are manicured and polished to perfection. You look into the vanity mirror, and see a lovely blond girl looking back, causing you to smile and blush as you realize that cutie is you.

You're so caught up in your reflection, you almost don't notice the sound of a "DING" as the Purple (with gold trimming) door swings open. Almost reluctantly, you stand up, and walk into the next room.