Getting pretty

You try to catch your breath when you hear, “Phase 4 beginning.”

The arms set you down but still hold onto your hair, wrists, and ankles. A new set of arms come out with various attachments, attacking your face with beauty creams and powders while your nails are trimmed and cleaned. The feeling of your toenails and fingernails getting a full treatment feels disturbingly nice and you could get lost in the pleasure of it if it wasn't for the pain your face was feeling.

The arms are **** to hold your head still as they painfully pluck your eyebrows into fine, feminine arches above your eyes. It feels like forever as you sit there while your face and nails are painted but luckily it does come to an end, eventually. You can taste your lips gloss as the arms let go of your hair, however, they don't release your arms of legs. That's when you feel your hair being worked on. A song of scissors, combing, and sprays play behind you as you are **** to look at your body.

You hate to admit it but your legs look sexy. You love looking at them but hate that they are yours. Your chest keeps you from getting a real good look at the rest of yourself as the corset's padded cups stops you from seeing past your new simulated assets.

Once the arms are satisfied with your hair, they retreat. A newer set of arms spray you lightly with a fruity scent and a bottle with a nozzle presents itself at your mouth. You try to protest, but as your mouth opens, it sprays its contents down your throat, burning as it goes down. A pair of black heels are strapped tightly to you dainty feet and you are finally allowed to stand. It takes you a few tries before you are able to keep your balance.

Once standing you are shown a full-length mirror and you see your reflection. You hardly recognize this leggy beauty standing in front of you.