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The door opens and [[Mrs. Anderson]] comes into the room. <>"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "I hope there are no hard feelings from yesterday and that you've learned a lesson about manners. Now that you've got your lady parts, I think we should wax them and make sure all that nasty hair doesn't grow back, don't you?" [[Reluctantly agree.|Wednesday Makeover]] <>[[I got raped because of you!]] <>[[Politely refuse.|I don't want another makeover.]]<><>"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "It's time to refresh your makeover, don't you think? We've got time for a waxing if you'd like and maybe get your ears pierced." [[Agree.|Wednesday Makeover]] [[I don't want another makeover.]]<><>"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "If you'd like another haircut and manicure, I'd be happy to help. Maybe even go a bit further this time?" [[Agree.|Wednesday Makeover]] [[I don't want another makeover.]]<><>"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "Shall we refresh your makeover? Maybe a waxing or Wendy could give you some piercings or whatever else you'd like." [[Agree.|Wednesday Makeover]] [[I don't want another makeover.]]<>"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "I know you didn't want a makeover yesterday, but <>I assume you've changed your mind today so I'd be happy to give you one.<>if you've changed your mind, I'd be happy to give you one today.<>" <>[[Agree.|Accept Mrs. Anderson's help.]] <>[[Thanks, but no thanks.|I don't want another makeover.]]<><><><> :: Wednesday Makeover <><>[[You]] consider this. You certainly don't want to do it, but remember the trouble you got into yesterday and decide not to refuse her again. "I guess so," you say.<>"Sure, Mrs. Anderson," [[you|You]] respond.<> "Great!" [[she|Mrs. Anderson]] says. "Come with me then." She leads you back to her boudoir. "All right, Parker, what would you like? Hair, nails, makeup, clothes, piercings, bodyscaping? Whatever you like."<> <> :: I got raped because of you! "I got raped because of you!" [[you|You]] yell at her. [[She|Mrs. Anderson]] looks shocked. "What do you mean!? By whom!?" Furious, you tell her the story of the locker room and how Sean took your shaved pussy as proof of your sluthood. "Sean and Leo?" she says. "I know them. I can't imagine they'd ever rape a girl, even a Processee. They hardly need to. So they just barged into the girls' locker room?" "Well, no," you admit. "I was in the boys' locker room." "Parker!" she says. "You're a girl now. There's no reason you should be in the boys' locker room. My goodness, what did you think would happen to you, taking your new pussy and all of those pheromones into the locker room alone with the boys? You're lucky it was just two of them!" "I didn't expect to get raped!" you yell. "Well, I'm very sorry about that. I'm sure it was awful for you," she says sympathetically. Then she looks sly and looks you straight in the eye. In a soft voice, she says, "So tell me, how many times did you come?" Taken by surprise, you hesitate and look down at your feet, blushing in anger and shame. She continues, "Just once? Or more than once?" "Just once!" you spit out. "And I didn't enjoy it!" "Well, in that case, let me call Mr. Hilliard. I'm fairly sure there are surveillance cameras in the locker rooms which should have picked up the whole thing. If your story is accurate, they should be able to prosecute Sean and Leo for rape," she says. You think about this for a while. You're a little shocked that there are surveillance cameras in the locker rooms; you certainly never noticed them. You're sure any tape would back up your story, but there are some rather embarrassing parts - how wet you got, accidentally wiggling your hips for Sean, your toe-curling orgasm, and so on. [[That sounds good.]] [[Wait, maybe that's not a good idea.]] :: Wait, maybe that's not a good idea. [[You]] decide discretion is the better part of valor. "No, I don't think that's necessary," you say. "Well, let me know if you ever change your mind. I am very sorry for what happened to you, you know," [[Mrs. Anderson]] replies. "I'll leave you alone now, but tell me if you ever need anything." And with that, she leaves the room. [[Continue.|Makeover Done]] :: I don't want another makeover. "No thank you, [[Mrs. Anderson]]," [[you|You]] say. "I think I'm good." <>"Oh, come now, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "What will the wrestling team think of that? They can't have their new equipment manager looking and dressing like a boy. If you're going to be a gangbang slut, you have to dress the part." Your jaw drops. She looks at you bemused and says, "What? You think I didn't hear about how you were dressed when you came home and how you came to be dressed that way? Now, come along and let's see what we can do to keep the wrestling team relaxed and happy." You did agree to Sean's terms when you took the equipment manager job. You guess you have to accept. [[Accept Mrs. Anderson's help.]]<><>"Oh, come now, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. "What will the wrestling team think of that? They can't have their new equipment manager looking and dressing like a boy. If you're going to be a gangbang slut, you have to dress the part." Your jaw drops. She looks at you bemused and says, "What? You think I didn't hear about how you were dressed when you came home and how you came to be dressed that way? Now, come along and let's see what we can do to keep the wrestling team relaxed and happy." You did agree to Sean's terms when you took the equipment manager job. You guess you have to accept. [[Continue.|Wednesday Makeover]]<><>"Well, I must say I'm surprised and a bit disappointed. Given how you were dressed when you came home today, I thought for certain you'd take me up on my offer. I could certainly make you up and dress you to be classier than //that//," she says and sniffs a bit. "To each her own, I suppose, though." She gives you a wan smile and walks out the door.<>"Okay then, Parker. I hope you and your mother had a good talk," she says. <>"She was certainly walking as if you did." With that, she winks at you and leaves.<><>"It seems like you did based on her reaction when she tried to sit down." With that, she winks at you and leaves.<><>"She certainly looked to me like she enjoyed it." With that, she winks at you and leaves.<>She smiles at you and walks out the door.<><><><><> After she leaves, you hunt up some nail polish remover and get the polish off your nails.<><> [[Continue.|Makeover Done]]<><>