"An Unwelcome Makeover"

As the women's teasing continued, John felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment. He tried to struggle against the ropes, but they only seemed to tighten, holding him firmly in place. Emily, Rachel, and Sarah seemed to be taking great pleasure in his humiliation, their laughter and giggles echoing through the apartment. Just when John thought things couldn't get any worse, Emily pulled out a makeup case from her bag and began to rummage through it. "Time for the main event," she said, a sly grin spreading across her face. Rachel and Sarah moved to stand on either side of John, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The first thing Emily did was to paint John's face with a bright, garish layer of foundation. John felt a surge of disgust as the cold, smooth texture was applied to his skin. He tried to turn his head away, but Emily held him firm, her grip like a vice. Next, Rachel took over, applying a thick layer of mascara to John's eyelashes. John felt like he was going to vomit as the gooey substance made his eyes water. Sarah, meanwhile, was busy decorating John's chest with a series of colorful, swirling patterns, using a marker to draw on what looked like a crude tribal design. As the makeup session continued, John's humiliation deepened. He felt like a doll, a plaything for the women to use and discard as they pleased. He begged them to stop, to please just leave him alone, but they just laughed and continued their handiwork. Finally, Emily stepped back to admire their handiwork. "Perfect," she said, beaming with pride. John looked like a completely different person, transformed from a rugged, masculine guy into a creature that was almost...feminine. The women began to take photos of John, their cameras clicking away as they captured his humiliation from every angle. John felt like he was going to die from shame, his face burning with embarrassment as he realized that these photos could be shared with anyone, used to humiliate him in front of his friends and colleagues. As the women continued to gloat over their handiwork, John heard a knock at the door. His heart sank as he realized that it could be anyone, a neighbor, a friend, or even the police. The women, however, seemed completely unfazed, their laughter and chatter continuing unabated. "Who could that be?" Emily said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Probably just the delivery guy with our pizza," she added, getting up to answer the door. As she opened the door, John heard a low, smooth voice that made his heart skip a beat. "Hey, Emily. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the voice said. John's eyes widened in shock as he realized who it was, and his world began to spin out of control.