“Luckily, your hair is perfect already, so all we’ll have to do is straighten it and style it for you.”
“All right,” I said.
I lay there for the next hour while Cassie put on layer after layer of make up, including foundation, eye-liner, blush, lip-liner, lip gloss, lipstick, collagen cream, contraster, highlighter, contour definer, and eye shadow. She didn’t stop there. She seemed to spend almost as much time putting makeup on my boobs as she spent on my face. She brought out the shadow, enhanced the skin tone, increased the definition of their natural shape. She even put a range of pink colored powders on my nipples. And she didn’t stop there. My vagina received a similar treatment to my nipples, with the pink powders enhancing and perfecting the shape and color tone of every detail.
She affixed the longest and most dramatic fake eyelashes I’d ever seen to my eyes, and put long, silicone nails on my hands. My feet received a full pedicure.
“All right, stand up,” she said after it was all done. “What do you think?”
I was stunned. I didn’t even recognize myself. In front of me, in a curved, full length mirror, was my entire body, naked, and as close to perfect as I’d ever seen it. I looked like a supermodel, or more accurately, a freaking porn star. Everything was done to the max, to enhance and emphasize my sexuality. My skin glowed as if I’d spent the last two weeks lying on a beach. My hair fell down over my shoulders in lustrous strands. My nipples and vagina stood out more than usual, but the enhanced pink looked natural. I had no doubt that men would find me more attractive like this. I was like every man’s wet dream.
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t know, Cassie,” I said, honestly.
“I know it’s a shock,” she said, “but give it a shot. You’ll be amazed at how differently men treat you. They’re going to swarm all over you like flies to honey.”
“But is that what I want?”
Cassie shrugged. “You won’t know until it happens. Now quickly, let’s get you dressed before Doctor Crawford gets here.”
“He’s going to be shocked,” I said.
“No he won’t. All of this was his idea.”
“Excuse me?” I said, startled.
“Don’t worry about it,” Cassie said. “There’s no charge. He just told me to see if you’d be interested in giving this a try while you waited.”
“I was set up?”
“No, not at all,” Cassie said. “He just wanted you to feel comfortable, making your own decision about it. He didn’t want you to feel like he expected you to do this. He just wanted to make sure you had the opportunity.”
“Cassie, I thought this was just something you and I were doing together.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Cassie said. “There’s no way a receptionist could have done all this.”
“I see,” I said.
I was confused. I didn’t know if I should have been upset or not. I felt deceived, but a part of me was excited about how I looked, and I had agreed to it.
“So you’re not thinking of going to college?”
“I already went,” she said, a professional smile on her face.
I saw her differently now. She wasn’t the kind, innocent girl I’d thought she was. She was a trained professional, who’d tricked me into looking the way Rob wanted his date to look. It was a betrayal. She was making light of it, but the whole thing had been a total and complete deception.
“I guess I’ll have to be more careful what I believe when I’m around here,” I said.
“Let’s get you dressed, cutie,” Cassie said. “You can’t go out naked.”
I felt a slight shudder as she called me cutie, as if it wasn’t just a casual remark, but something designed to put me into a certain role.
“My clothes are right out there.”
“No they aren’t. I sent them down to your car already. Rob wanted you dressed in a certain way.”
“What?”
“Look, I’m just doing my job. If you don’t like it you can go home and wash it all off. It’s just makeup.”
I looked around the room. My clothes were gone. I sighed. It would be easier to let her dress me than to make a scene. If this was what Rob wanted for his date, he could have it. At least he might be able to get a hard one when he saw me this time.
“First, we have body sculpting underwear,” Cassie said.
I put on a bra that was padded in the cups with flesh colored latex. Cassie pulled the straps from behind me and it pushed up my breasts and squeezed them together, creating far more cleavage than I ordinarily had. There was actually a lot more padding in the cups than I’d realized, and when I saw the effect, it was almost as if I’d had a major boob job. It hurt a little, but there was no denying the effectiveness of the harness.
“What do you think?” Cassie said, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.
“Does it matter what I think?”