Trapped by Makeup

You take your first steps into the store when the smell of perfume fills your lungs, “A little primping couldn’t hurt.”

You walk to the makeup kiosk and an attractive saleswoman with brown hair comes up to you, “How can I help you today?” She asks

“I’m... I really should find some clothes,” you say.

“Don’t worry, miss, I don’t bite,” she says grabbing a few tubes of lipstick and other makeup items. “Your nails are quite nice, by the way. Hot pink is making a comeback.

“Totally!” You say sitting down on a nearby stool.

“Let me see what I can do to match it,” she says already applying makeup to your face, “Free of charge. Please stay still.”

You feel your pussy get wet as the brushes and powders tickle your face. A baptism of beauty care products cloud your mind to your past life.

“All done,” she says after what feels like hours.

You look into the mirror and see your gorgeous face. Your hair is silken dream of blonde waves. Your eye makeup has just of hint of slutiness. And your lips are a hot pink that matches your nail polish.

“Oh... my... gawd!” You exclaim with oh shaped lips. “I’m gorgeous!”

“I’m glad you like it,” she says, “Please do buy some of these products to take home.”

Immediately you take out your credit card, “Sure thing!”

The woman gives you a weird glance when she reads the name on it.

“Don’t worry,” you say, “It’s a gift from my daddy.”