You wake up with a throbbing in your head and find that the brunette girl is standing over you. "I see you have chosen the lesbian bimbo." She said. You nod. "Like yeah, it felt good." You say to her. She holds out her hand and says, "Come on, I need to finish you up." Confused you grab her hand. She pulls you up and leads you to a chair that faces a mirror. She instructs you to sit down and you comply. You look at yourself in the mirror. You see that your body is still the same as you left it. Still as bimboie as every. However, you see that your face has changed a little. It has become more feminine and gained the same tan as your body but nothing else.
The lady brings a tray over to your chair. On it you see a whole bunch of make-up and nail polish. "are you like, going to give me a makeover?" You ask. "Yep," she tells you, "Lets get started." She picks out hot pink nail polish. "This color is standard for bimbos." She proceeds to paint your fingers and toes with the liquid. She puts the nail polish away and grabs a hair brush. "What length do you want your hair?" She asks you. You think about for a few seconds before replying. "Like, all the way to my cute ass." You say with a smile. "Okay." she says. The lady proceeds to brush your hair thoroughly. A tiny bit of pleasure washes over you. "All done." You see that your hair has indeed grown down to your ass. It has also turned platinum blond. "I love it! Whats next?" you say. "Well..." She says, "It's time for the make-up." She grabs a tube of lipstick and starts to cover your lips with it. The lady paints them ruby red. You give her a nice pout. "Good girl." She then starts painting your face with blush, eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, and sorts of stuff until your face looks like a porn stars.
The lady pulls the cart away while you admire her handy work. She comes back and puts a hand on your shoulder. "How do you like the new you?" She asks. "I love it! I like don't ever want to go back!" You exclaim. "Well you don't have too. The you can change back when ever you want. So feel free to stay like this." She comments. You are filled with joy. "Yay! I like, don't know how I can thank you." You tell her. "Oh, no thanks necessary. It's all apart of my job." You feel a urge deep inside you. "Actually, I think I know a perfect way of thanking you." you say. "Huh?" she asked.