First she used black eyeliner to line my eyes and then began brushing on black eyeshadow. She did this until both of my eyes were completely surround...d by black. She then put on false eyelashes and coated those in mascara. When I saw my face in the mirror all I could think of was how much I looked like a pornstar. Next, she told me, was the wig. She had picked out a blonde wig with semi-curly hair that came down past my shoulders. She fixed it to my head and the feeling of having hair. "Daddy, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry I broke your computer." I looked at her face. Sharon had pulled her sweatpants back on. But I could still see her naked, fingering her pussy. "No Sharon! You're sorry I came home early and caught you. Didn't I always tell you that my work computer was off limits. The files I have on it are confidential. And how am I suppose to finish my work now?" just like when she was a c***d, Sharon began to cry. "I didn't mean it daddy. I started reading that file. " Not a problem for me. So I'll see you Friday then?" Stevensaid without another thought about the room."Five o'clock Friday!" Susan said.I'll be there, and thanks again." Steven said beforehanging up.Susan smiled as she hung up. She was still smiling as shepunched in a two digit number. The phone rang once:"Hello?" A young girl's voice answered."Joyce, Susan. I've got that young man's sizes for thisweekend. They are in the system." Susan said."Hold on a sec! Okay? Got it! Thanks." Joyce said. It was a biscuit brown, with such defined grain and a heavy, worn look like she knew from the stately homes she visited with her family. With a shiver of expectation she turned the brass handle, which was covered in the scratches of two hundred years or more of use. As she stepped forwards into the blackness beyond she fell. She was immediately plunged into nothingness. She yelped with fear and then found herself falling through a void where there was no light and no sound, save for the beat of.