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 Too Good To Be True Chapter 12 This story contains sexual situations that
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who
would be offended if they did.

   This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this
work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart.



  
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   As soon as the door closed behind Amanda Sharon tried desperately to
free her arms and legs but it was pointless and after a few desperate tries
she gave up just as the door opened and a young woman with bobbed dark hair
and wearing a purple dress entered.

   "Good morning, slut." She greeted Sharon in an almost friendly way
despite the derogatory term of address, her accent very similar to that of
Amanda.

   'Is it still morning!' Sharon thought to herself, it seemed like she had
been here hours already although to be honest she had been drugged for so
much of the time it was difficult to tell.

   "I'm Rebekah by the way, although you will of course call me 'Miss'
Rebekah.  I'm Mistress Amanda's top hair stylist and I understand you are
to be inducted today as a pony so you wont be too much of a strain on my
talents." Rebekah said and, without a by your leave, swung the chair
around, lifted and reclined it then let it slowly fall until Sharon's neck
was resting in the indentation at the edge of the sink.

   "Now I don't want any fuss, I have a very busy day ahead of me what with
your daughter's photo shoot and everything.  So I warn you, if I have any
trouble with you I'll have you bound and gagged, oh of course you are
already bound, well then bound even tighter and gagged." Rebekah said
seemingly like every hairdresser in the world able to talk the hind leg off
a ponygirl.

   With very little finesse Rebekah sprayed Sharon's long hair before
rubbing shampoo on her hands and massaging it deep into the roots. 
"Actually I'm quite looking forward to working with Sasha on your little
plain Jane, it's always such a joy watching the swan emerge from the
duckling." Rebekah said as if she were talking about the weather or where
she had been on her holidays.

   She quickly rinsed out the lather and then repeated the wash.  "Got to
get your hair nice and soft." Rebekah explained.  In all this time Sharon
had said not a word even though Rebekah seemed to be having a conversation
with her.

   With the second wash completed she lightly towel dried it before gently
wiping a few stray suds from Sharon's forehead.  She tossed the wet towel
into the corner and Sharon found herself being righted once more.  "Now
this isn't the most pleasant way to style hair, but it will make your cap
fit real nice."

   Sharon was about to ask what she meant but Rebekah hardly drew breath
before holding a strand of hair between her fingers tut tutted and told
Sharon off for neglecting her hair.  "When you have had your training I
want you back here for a complete session."

   Rebekah stood behind Sharon and backcombed all but the first inch of
hair back from her hairline.  This she combed out like a long fringe in
front of Sharon's face.  Then with a pair of bobby pins in her mouth she
sectioned out the strands so that they were about one inch across.  She
held the comb tight against Sharon scalp and pulled it up and through the
first section catching it between her fingers at the top and pulling it
tight.  Sharon winced and Rebekah said.  "Oh don't be such a baby.  If you
want to look your best in the show ring you will have to put up with a
little discomfort."

   Sharon of course didn't particularly want to be in the 'show ring' at
all let alone care about how she looked.  Keeping the hair taught Rebekah
proceeded to twist the strand, and, as it started to corkscrew slightly
Rebekah gradually moved her hand nearer and nearer to Sharon's scalp, the
strand of hair coiling around itself.  Holding the top of the coil beneath
her thumb Rebekah pushed the first bobby pin through it then a second at
right angles to the first preventing it from coming loose any time soon. 
"One down!  Now that wasn't that bad was it." Rebekah said as she lifted
the next strand leaving Sharon to try and guess just how many times she
would have to undergo this.  By the time it was finished she had lost count
and her head felt like it was on fire, each coil trying to pull her scalp
away from its neighbours

   "Close your eyes." Rebekah said and, without waiting for Sharon to
comply, sprayed even more lacquer on Sharon's head than the women at the
casino used to do.  With the lacquer still wet Rebekah took a thin foam
rubber cap off a wig stand and pressed it onto Sharon's head moving it left
to right, back to front fixing it to the exposed edges of the hair grips.
With a pair of scissors she trimmed the edges to just beyond Sharon's
natural hairline.

   "There." Rebekah satisfied with a job done well.  "Now don't you dare
touch it.  Oh Of course you can't can you.  I almost forgot about your
bonds.  Anyway someone will be in to dress you soon I'm sure, although I
understand your trainer is currently being entertained so I doubt there
will be any rush.  Now I've got to go and start on your delightful
daughter; we do so want her to look pretty on her pictures."

   Without any further chatter Amanda found herself alone once more, tears
streaming down her face.  This time she didn't even bother to struggle
against the bindings, just sat still while gentle sobs shook her naked
body.

   "You can stop that crying right now!" Sharon heard a voice proclaim from
the doorway and through her tears she saw yet another young woman this time
in a yellow dress and with very long blonde hair and carrying a plastic
box.

   "My name is Miss Davina, slut.  Miss Carrie said that as you are just
going to be a pony I can practice my makeup skills on you.  She has given
me explicit instructions so I want no complaints from you."

   Davina pulled up a small wheeled stool and sat at the side of Sharon and
made Sharon put her hand flat on the arm of the chair.  Taking a metal file
and emery board Davina filed Sharon's finger nails down as far as was
physically possible.  "Can't have long nails when you are a pony." Davina
informed her test subject.

   With her nails now a mere shadow of their former glory Sharon closed her
eyes in response to Davina's instruction and winced as Davina started to
pluck her eyebrows ruthlessly, for unlike her daughter this had not been
done with the hard wax.

   When her eyebrows were nothing more than wisps Davina started to coat
Sharon's face with sweep after sweep of panstick, the smell so familiar to
Sharon that she could almost believe she was back in the makeup room of the
casino.  Davina then took a small wedge shaped sponge and some liquid
foundation and proceeded to smooth the thick base across Sharon's skin, but
not, Sharon noticed any lower than the top of her chin and half an inch
from her hairline.  With the basecoat still slightly wet Davina took up a
large pot of white powder and applied it liberally with a soft brush.  The
powder stuck to the base but was easily dusted off any untreated skin
giving her an almost mask like appearance.

   "Like a little china doll." Davina said as she looked at the white faced
slut before her.  "Now let us start painting on our new canvas."

   With a dark red lip pencil Davina drew a line just outside of Sharon's
natural lip line and then with a small brush filled in the lips, time after
time coat after coat until it almost dripped.  Sharon couldn't see the
colour as she was required to keep her eyes closed but she could taste it's
slightly sweet aroma.  The colour was in fact deep much deeper than Sharon
would normally have worn and with small metallic flecks that caught the
light making her lips glisten.  As Davina finished off her lips Sharon
could feel the base coat drying and imagined that if she moved so much as a
muscle it would crack.  It wouldn't of course for although classed by
Carrie as a trainee Davina could have worked in any top beauty salon in the
world and had in fact been doing so when she had met a tall redhead who had
transformed her and her mother into a perfect team.

   "This will probably hurt a little; but pride must abide." Davina said as
she started to pluck every 2nd lash from around Sharon's eyes both upper
and lower lids.  The eye shadow Carrie had specified was a deep purple, so
deep that in the layers Davina was applying it was almost black.  She let
the eye shadow fill the whole of Sharon's orb and then with a lilac
lipstick that was almost white she highlighted the ridge before pencilling
in false eyebrows of dark brown.  The final touch were false eyelashes that
curled out from her eyes.  "Nearly finished." Davina said.  "Now hold very
still or you will smudge your makeup and I will have to start all over
again."

   A scent touched Sharon's nostrils and she recognised the aroma of latex
just as she felt something thin touch her face.  It was like a black latex
ski mask that fitted over Sharon's chin leaving just the made up area
exposed.  It was secured at the back with 3 buckles that Davina pulled
tight pressing the hood into Sharon's pinned hair and the pins once more in
to her scalp.  The black of the hood emphasised the white powdered face
that looked out from it.

   "There, now." Davina said reassuringly.  "You look totally different I
bet even your friends and family would not recognise you." What she didn't
say was that was what her instructions had been.

   "Would you like a little water?" Davina asked solicitously "I bet you
haven't had a drink in ages."

   She hadn't really been aware of how dry her mouth had become, it seemed
such a small thing in comparison to what else was happening.  "Yes,
Please." She whispered and Davina walked past her and Sharon heard the tap
running before Davina returned with a large glass of water.  "Here you go,
slut." Davina said as she lifted the glass to Sharon's glossed lips. 
Suddenly Sharon pressed her lips together suspecting the drink might be
drugged.  Davina guessed that was the reason for Sharon's refusal and
smiled sweetly as she said "Don't worry, slut.  We want you wide awake in
the show ring.  I promise its just water."

   Sharon realised that she had no choice but to trust the young blonde and
parted her lips to allow some of the fluid to slip down her parched throat.
Sharon hadn't appreciated just how thirsty she was until the last drop was
gone and she heard Davina say "Good little slut." Or at least that's what
Sharon thought she said it was hard to hear with the whooshing noises in
her ears.  She looked up at Davina's face and watched as it swayed from
side to side.  Her lips were moving but Sharon could only hear the blood
pounding in her ears as darkness overwhelmed her.