With a sigh, John goes to take off his slutty clothes, with some difficulty. He can't just grab the zipper to his shoes like he normally might as his nails get in the way. After a bit of awkward grabbing, he positions his fingers just right and gets a hold of it. With a sigh of relief he drops the thigh highs to the ground. It's even harder to get a hold of the tiny zipper on the side of his mini skirt. He manages that by pinching it between his long fingernails, and pulling it down just far enough to get free. The thong comes off next, and finally John wiggles out of the top.
He fingers the little metal ring hanging out of his rear. The ring is larger than the beads inside him, and large enough that it can't be pushed, or pulled, inside. He sticks a nailed finger through the ring, and begins to pull... "plop!" His member pulses a little, and he feels slightly more flush, but otherwise, not much happens. Maybe he will be able to remove it without losing his mind after all. Another pull, and another audible "plop!" sounds out. He can feel the beads hanging from his ass, swaying slightly as he adjusts his feet wider. Another two tugs, and another two "plop plops!" sound out, and immediately Jon knows there's going to be a problem. His member is already standing proud and dribbling with pre. There's no way he'll be able to remove the rest without succumbing to this new impulse.
With reluctance only urged on by his desire to extinguish his lust, he pushes them back in one by one. He can only push them so far, before he has to guide them the rest of the way with his long nail. One by one his body wraps tightly back around them, until only the ring hangs loose again.
He smacks a hand to his face and shakes his head before deciding to tackle the makeup next. He cleans his eyes first, and while he washes away the shadow, it's clear his lashes are still very long.
He has the same conundrum with his lips. Even though he washes away the makeup, his lips are still carved into a deep sultry cupids bow.
His nails prove to be a bigger problem. He tries just cutting them, but they have some clear lacquer making it nearly impossible for him to get the clippers through. All he ends up doing is destroying the one nail. With resignation he realizes he'll need to use nail remover first.
He takes a quick shower, and scans his face in the mirror. What gazes back is something vaguely androgynous. He's clearly a male, but there are just a few too many cute features for him to look masculine. Grabbing the polish remover he wraps himself in a towel, goes to his room and waits for Karen.
