There was no other way to describe it; Rachel's face looked like several layers of makeup had been painted on. Bluish-gray shadow covered her eyelids, her eyes were heavily lined in black, her cheekbones were emphasized in a severe pinkish-red color, and her lips were bright red with a heavy glossy sheen.
This was something she could control, she thought. She opened her door and went down the hall to the bathroom, not realizing how well she was walking in the unaccustomed footwear.
She examined her face in the bathroom mirror and decided she'd better take off the false eyelashes first. A couple of unexpectedly painful yanks revealed that they weren't false; her eyelashes had become that long and lush.
Well, she'd deal with them later. For now, she used a handy pump bottle to get a dollop of foaming face cleanser in her palm. She worked up a lather in her hands, and then went to her face.
A loofah and two washcloths later, and none of the makeup had come off, not even the gloss on her lips. Rachel threw the plastic bottle of facial cleanser across the bathroom in frustration.
It landed in the bathtub with a loud "clunk." Rachel walked the couple of steps over the bathroom rug, stuck her head past the shower curtain, and picked up the bottle. Then she realized that the tub seemed strangely empty.
Her shaving gel and razor were missing. There'd been a couple of lotion bottles on the side of the tub, but those were gone, too. Several different soaps, shampoos, and conditioners had disappeared from the wire rack hanging from the shower head, and now there were only two almost-identical bottles, red in color: Magia Rojo Body Wash, read the label on one, and the other one was Magia Rojo Shampoo, Specially Formulated for RED Hair.
All this confused Rachel, since she was the only one who used this bathroom, and she was a brunette who definitely had to shave her legs, and --
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and practically flew back over to verify what she had seen. Her hair had grown longer -- reaching to her ass -- and it was red. Not an auburn red, not an orangish red, but a bright red, about the same shade as her lips, a color that was definitely not a natural shade for human hair. A quick examination showed that the color went all the way down to the root, and that the hair felt soft and silky -- except for the color, it was the hair Rachel had always wanted.
It was then that she realized something that had been right in front of her face. Her makeup case was gone from the bathroom counter. She opened the drawers to find no lipstick, no mascara, no compacts, no nothing. The medicine cabinet held only a familiar half-empty tube of Crest, not even any deodorant or a hair brush..
She stood there trying to figure out what was going on. All her beauty products had disappeared -- well, since this makeup seemed pretty permanent, she guessed the idea was that she wouldn't need any of her own cosmetics. And maybe she didn't need to shave now, so the razor and gel were unnecessary. And maybe --
She realized she was idly snapping the elastic waistband of her panties, and then realized that all this weirdness had started when she put on the red lingerie, and then had that brief blackout. She had to take the lingerie off!