Makeover Time

"First things first, those ugly clothes have got to go," Ash snapped her fingers and your clothes began to dissolve into a pink smoke. You desperately tried to keep them together with your bare hands but you were completely naked in no time.

Ash began swirling into a vortex around your naked form causing you to float into the air, "Your little friend shouldn't be much of a problem considering the size... We definitely need to get rid of all of this icky body hair though." In truth Ash didn't actually think you were that small, she just wanted to humiliate you.

"Ah- OW!" You yelped in pain. The smoke swirling around you was burning away every hair it touched beneath your eyes. As your skin was being made silky smooth Ash was carrying you back up to the master bedroom. You couldn't see much with her smoke blocking your vision but you could hear the sound of drawers opening and you could feel soft fabrics on your newly sensitive skin.

Your vision cleared as you were placed in front of the vanity where you could see the damage that had been done. You had been dressed in a pink, lacy set of bra and panties which when combined with your delicate looking skin created a strikingly feminine appearance despite the lack of any curves.

"Don't worry," Ash followed your slack-jawed stare, "we'll take care of your lack of assets later on. Before that I want to talk about hair," She gestured to a row of wigs, now in her humanoid form again, "No doll of mine is going to have short hair, but the real question is what colour would be best? Blonde? Brunette? Maybe, you'd look good as a redhead?"

Things were moving so fast that you were becoming shaken again, "Y-you're crazy! You're not going to get away with this, I won't let you!"

Ash barely humored your defiance with a snicker, "Very funny, you're certainly dumb enough to be a blonde, so lets go with that after all!"

The straight blonde wig floated off of its stand and lunged onto your head. You reached up to try and tear it off but the false hair wrapped around your wrists to hold you back long enough for a bangle bracelet to attach itself to either wrist. The hair unraveled itself from your wrists as a floating brush was run through it, "Making a mess of your own hair is absolutely prohibited. No more touching!" Ash scolded you in mock anger.

Your wrists were pulled down to the table where a bottle of nail polish began painting each finger a bright shade of pink, "Pink is definitely your colour, blondie," Ash nodded at your nails approvingly, "I wonder how we should do your makeup though... There are so many styles and outfits to choose from, where could we possibly start?"