Constance was trembling with excitement when she met Chrissy after classes the next day.
“Hey, girl, ready for your makeover?” Chrissy asked and winked.
“I can’t wait to see what you have planned for me,” Constance said.
They walked to Chrissy’s apartment, and Constance was seated in front of a covered mirror.
“I thought it would be more fun to give you a big reveal at the end of your makeover,” Chrissy chuckled, “now relax while I get everything ready.”
Constance leaned back in her chair and tried to wind down while listening to the music Chrissy had put on. She lost herself in her fantasies about the bad makeover she would receive.
Her daydreaming was disturbed when Chrissy approached her and slapped warm strips onto her eyebrows.
“What the hell was that?” Constance yelped.
“Relax! I’m waxing off your eyebrows. I bought this awesome pen that lets you draw them on instead. It will look soo good on you!”
Constance remembered seeing pictures of women with drawn-on eyebrows on the internet. None of them looked good, and people relentlessly mocked them for it. Knowing that she would soon look like that almost caused Constance to moan. She barely held herself back while a wave of arousal flooded her body.
“Ok, here we go,” Chrissy said, swiftly removing the strips.
There was no going back now.
Chrissy began chatting with Constance while starting to apply the makeup. Constance could immediately tell that the foundation she used didn’t match her skin tone. Her excitement about her new look kept growing.
After a while, Chrissy looked at her please and smiled. “You look amazing! But there is one more thing.” She pulled out a case of huge fake eyelashes and glued them onto Constance.
The added weight to her eyelids felt alien but, at the same time, incredibly right. Constance blinked a few times and giggled from joy.
“Are you ready for the big reveal?” Chrissy asked, grinning excitedly.
Constance nodded and felt her heartbeat increase while Chrissy revealed the mirror, and she got to see her new look.
It was awful.
Just like she had thought, the foundation was too dark for Costance’s skin tone. Her face now stuck out so much that her bad makeup would catch everyone’s eye. It was plastered on her face so thick that nothing about her looked decent. The drawn-on eyebrows were thin lines slightly too high on her face, making her look like she was constantly surprised. The obviously fake, big eyelashes rounded out her unsightly new look.
“I love it!” Constance said, giving Chrissy a hug. “You need to teach me all of your secrets!”
“I knew you’d love it,” Chrissy answered, “let’s make it a thing to meet after classes until I have taught you everything.”
“That sounds amazing! I can’t wait for tomorrow!”
When Constance left Chrissy’s apartment, the first thing she did was light herself a cigarette. A family passed, and Constance enjoyed the nasty look the mother shot her way. She walked a few steps when she saw her reflection in a window display.
The fat, smoking girl with bad makeup was an entirely different image than the one she still had in her mind of herself. Her reflection looked nothing like an upper-class girl with proper manners and a good upbringing. If she was honest, she barely even looked like a college student anymore.
Another wave of arousal hit Constance as she stared at herself. She looked so different but felt so right. Even though she wasn’t used to her current look, she already began thinking about the next thing to change about herself. Her arousal grew until she had to tear her gaze away and hurry home.
She needed release badly.