Back in the hallway, you find it is still pretty dark for late morning. Not much light seems to be getting in through the windows on either side of the mirror at the end. Feeling a little spooked out, you head down the stairs to the second floor. It's a little brighter here, and the doors don't have any frightening claw marks in them. You pass one room with silhouettes of a generic man and a generic woman, like the signs on a restroom.
You realize how long it's been since you've gone to the bathroom, and enter the room. It appears to be a normally-furnished bathroom for a house built near the dawn of plumbing. There is no shower, but the clean-looking toilet and sink are all you need. You pull a chain drooping from the ceiling to turn on a lone light bulb and shut the door.
Rather than go through the trouble of taking your entire dress off, you hike up the frilly skirt and deal with the inconvenience. You're about to bring an arm down to pull off your panties when you remember that you still don't have any. You sigh, taking extra care not to get your dress dirty, as it's probably the only thing you're going to be wearing for a while.
After you've finished, you take off your long gloves so you can wash your hands in the sink. You're pleased to see an ivory bar of soap in a dish to the left, and you rub it on your hands, forming a nice lather. You decide to splash a little water onto your face as well, and with your soapy hands you wash your face.
Feeling a bit more refreshed, you grab a towel from the hook and pat down your face. Then, as you rub your hands on the towel, you notice a smudge on it. You look at your reflection in the mirror to see if you got any of it on your clothes, and are surprised to see something gray has rubbed onto parts of your face. You take a clean towel from the rack and wipe your entire face and hands. When you check your reflection, you realize it's even worse now. Your skin has paled significantly, as if you haven't seen sunlight in months, and you even appear to have makeup on. Your eyelashes are thicker, your eyelids are covered in dark blue eye shadow and your lips have turned black. Somehow your cheeks actually look rosier in contrast to the pale skin. When you look at the towel again, you realize that it is now smudged in your own skin color. The towel wasn't rubbing off on you, you were rubbing off on the towel!
Just to make sure, you take a clean part of the towel and vigorously rub your lips against it. What little bit of red that was left has been transferred to the towel, and your lips now feel quite chapped. You lick them to relieve the sensation, expecting to taste lipstick, but the now-glossy black lips taste just like normal. The eye shadow and rosy cheeks aren't rubbing off, either, and as you continue to watch, the rest of your skin is turning paler as well. It starts with your neck, and soon your chest has been almost completely drained of color. You look at your arms and find they, too, have paled. You're certain your entire body has changed pigmentation by now.
Your dark eyes narrow and your black lips pout. At least you haven't become completely pale like an albino. Then you'd look like an overdressed mime. But the reduced color is certainly evident, and depressing.
You stubbornly tug your striped gloves back up your arms, their elastic bands cinching snugly around your biceps. The less you see of your skin now the better. Giving one last annoyed look at your new face, you turn off the light and leave the bathroom.