Ryan grinned as he crept along the corridor. He hadn't let on to his
buds, but there was a reason to come to Spelstorm Manor. That reason
was his girlfriend Stacy and her weird girl pals. Stacy had blown him
off this weekend to spend a girls only sleepover out at this creepy
old house. He didn't get it, but he figured she and her gal pals
would be freaking in this creaking old dump - or they would be by the
time he got through with them. He could hear faint voices and see
light creeping out from a door down the hall. That had to be them.
He noticed an old transom window above the door, and decided he'd get
a better view from up there. He climbed on to a bulky sideboard that
was next to the door, and gently forced the curtained window ajar for
a better view.
He was surprised to see the girls seated on sleeping bags arranged in
a circle around several lanterns. He didn't realize that the room was
decorated in darkened flock and foil wall paper so his white face
gleamed in the lantern light when he peered in to spy on them.
"MAN!" shrieked a girl pointing at him.
Before Ryan could get down and dash. The door flew open and he was
grabbed by a dozen fists and yanked into the center of the sleeping
bag circle. It was a lot brighter in the center of the lantern light.
"Ryan O'Malley, what are you doing here?" Stacy demanded.
"Well, Stacy, with the storm and you ladies alone out here, I got
worried, and I thought I should -" he paused realizing from the look
that Stacy was giving him if he said "check up" or "look in" or just
about anything else his balls would be in a wringer. He just paused
and looked sheepish.
"I told you girls weekend only," she growled.
"Oooh, oooh, makeover!" screamed one of the girls - Ryan thought her
name was Trudy.
"I found this old makeup kit, it's super complete!" volunteered Eileen
setting a bulky old leather case in the circle with him.
"Oh, ladies, I don't know. I kind of like the way I am. I'll let you
ladies have your alone time, and get out of your way," Ryan said
starting to his feet.
Hands pushed him back on the floor.
"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere until we finish with your
makeover!" said Stacy.
The case was opened and the girls oohed and awed over the contents.
"Look at all these different rouges!"
"This looks like animal hair! We could remake him as a werewolf!"
"Or a poodle!"
"Oh, definitely a poodle!"
"I bet he brought his buddies and kid brother too. I say let's make
him into a hot slut that those guys will hit on in the dark."
"Oh, yeah, Ryan's sick enough to play along if we do a good job. Do
you think any of your buds would mistake you for a girl to get all the
way to third base?" Stacy asked.
"Those horny drunken jocks? If looks like Tootsie, that Mike kid would
bed him."
"Hahahahahahaha!"
A tube or stick is held up in the light. Another girl holds a sponge.
Yet another holds a pencil. Another a tweezers.
"Girls, can we talk...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"