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'Magical Transformations'
I saw the unmarked door right off of the street and thought this must be
the place where I was supposed to be interviewed. But it wasn't it, I knew.
Was it a salon? It sure looked like one, and it sure as hell smelled like
one. I picked out the scents of hair spray, nail polish, and perms, oh that
lovely smell of the perms gave it away. But, aren't salons usually well
advertised out front? I walked around for a minute. There were styling
stations everywhere with young ladies occupying the chairs, and equally
beautiful women doing their dos.
"May I help you sir?" I heard a woman ask me from behind.
"Um, I don't know. I'm looking for a Veronica." I said, not sure what I
should say.
"I'm not sure if I know a Veronica, but have a seat in the middle chair
over there and someone will be right with you."
I just kept walking around, taking in the sights of the women in the
chairs, until I came to a room in the back, occupied by several women
bustling about.
"Come in here dear, we are ready for you now." A woman said.
"Excuse me? You must have me mistaken for someone else." I said.
"Are you Michael?" She asked, clearly irritated with me.
"Well, yes, I am."
"Then come on honey, your wife called and told us exactly what she wanted
us to do, so sit down right there. We don't have all day, and you're late as
it is."
"But, I'm not married." I pled.
"Sure you're not honey, that's what ya'll always say."
I sat down in a chair and it reclined back. The lights dimmed until they
were off, and the room was then only lit by several candles around the room.
They were scented, I could tell, and the aroma was very relaxing. A woman
sat next to me and began swinging a gold pendant in front of my face while
soft music played behind me.
"You are tired, aren't you?" She asked, but I could not respond for my
overwhelming relaxation. "Close your eyes sweetheart."
"You are so sleepy, you cannot feel any part of your body." But I could
sort of feel my clothes being removed, but was too tired to object. "Keep
your eyes closed and breathe deeply, and very slowly." She said, and I did.
"You feel beautiful, don't you?" She said, I couldn't feel anything, except
for something on my chest. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world
Michele, yes you are." I felt the slight tingling on my legs, arms, chest,
back, and butt. I felt as if I were floating above the chair. "You are a
model Michele, a gorgeous Supermodel!" I felt the slightest movement and
touching on my legs and rear. And something slipping over me as several
hands lifted me gently from the reclining chair. "You are under a spell, and
the only one who can break that spell is your wife Amy, open your eyes and
look at her picture," I did, "now close them, she merely must utter the
phrase 'If only you still looked like the man I married.'" She continued,
"When I count to twenty, you will wake up Michele. You will wake up and feel
so pretty and beautiful. You want your hair longer, blonder, and full of
curls. You want your make up to be just right for tonight. You then will
schedule a perm for next Thursday. One, two, three...twenty."
"Who, um, where am I?" I asked.
"In the salon dear, you fainted earlier." The woman in front of me said.
"Do you feel okay?"
"I feel great, wonderful actually." I said.
"What is your name honey?"
"Michele Holland."
"Right. You must be feeling better now. Marie was going over your new style
for you, and you just fell asleep in the chair, we carried you back here to
keep an eye on you. You've been asleep for almost three hours. Gwen is an
EMS and said you were merely sleeping, and all of your vital signs were
okay, are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, I've never felt better." I said as I rose. "Shall we start on my
hair?"
"Of course, follow me." She said with a smile on her face, and a wink to
another woman.
I rose and smoothed my pink skirt dress over my thighs and over my rear. I
pulled up my breasts and adjusted and straightened my bra. I saw the pink
heels I had worn over my pink hose. I pulled my shoulder length hair out of
my eyes and accidentally scratched my forehead with my clear thumb nail,
silly girl, I thought. I sat down in front of Marie, my new stylist. She
started to run her fingers through my hair. I felt better once I recognized
myself in the mirror, although my makeup was on lighter than normal.
"Well I sure am glad you are better Michele. Now, we will just start where
we left off, okay?" She said, I merely nodded. "Let's just recap what you
want. First I am going to shampoo your hair and condition it. Then Cathy
will add the extensions. Your hair is about nine inches at its longest
point, so she will put in hair extensions in variations of 22" and 29" and
we will trim it to the length you desire. Then I will color it the shade of
blonde you want, and we will rewash it to clean it thoroughly. And after all
of that, I will roll your hair up so we can get an idea of the sort of perm
you want." She said. "And don't forget your manicure, pedicure, bikini
waxing, and full makeup consultation. You are going to be all dolled up
sweetheart!" She said excitedly. "Does that sound like a plan?"
"Absolutely!" I gushed. "I've waited for this day far too long."
"I just knew you would be excited. Let's get started. Follow me."
The Shampooing
I rose and followed her into the shampoo area. She wrapped a black vinyl
cape around my dress and I sat down in the chair and leaned my head back as
she held up my hair. She wet it down with warm water and poured the shampoo
into her palm where she then lathered it up lightly in her palm before
smoothing it into my damp hair. She massaged my hair for what seemed like
ten minutes before she rinsed it all out. She then used a squirt bottle and
drenched my head with a sweet smelling lotion.
"We have to let that conditioner sit for a few minutes so I will go and see
if Cathy is ready for your extensions. So sit tight darling"
I sat there for a few minutes alone. I was so excited! I was getting the
full makeover of my dreams! I had wanted this ever since I was a little
girl. Oh sure, I played dress up with my mother's things and my friends
mothers things, and in college with my sorority sisters, but never with the
full trappings in a salon. I heard her return.
"All done! Let me rinse this off and I will take you to see Cathy." She
said as she ran the water over my head, gripping my hair and pressing on my
scalp to remove all of the conditioner. She placed a towel under my neck and
wrapped it over my head as she gently pulled beneath my neck to motion me to
sit up. She then wrapped the towel around me like a turban and brought me to
Cathy.
The Lengthening
I sat down in the plush chair in front of Cathy. She wasn't much for talk I
guess, for she just started brushing and pinning my hair as soon as she had
removed the towel. An assistant wheeled over a cart with several bundles of
long blonde hair on it. She handed one to Cathy and she placed onto the back
of my head and began to prick my scalp with something. It was not very
comfortable. I must have sat there for an hour when Cathy finally spoke.
"Why don't we take a break, my arms are hurting." She said and walked off.
"I wish I could see it." I said to the assistant.
"Here's a mirror, go right ahead."
I took the mirror and noticed my hair was down past the bottom of the chair
I sat in. the top portions were still pinned up, and the back was all
complete, and very long indeed.
"Oh? You just couldn't wait could you?" Cathy said. "It won't be much
longer.
She started at the side and after another forty minutes she moved to the
other. After an hour there she did the top, and the very front of my head. I
felt the strands of new hair falling over my face as she wove them into my
hairline at my forehead.
"All done!" She sighed. "Let's send you back to Marie and she can color
that new mane of yours."
The Coloring
"Oh I just love it! I can't wait to turn you blonde baby!" Marie exclaimed
as I entered the shampoo area. As before I sat and she gathered my now much
longer hair and laid it into the sink basin. I felt her wetting it, and it
took three times as long as before. She went to the cabinet and brought back
two bottles that she poured into a bowl and mixed. She then transferred this
into three bottles and began to coat each and every hair on my head with the
cold liquid. It smelled like ammonia.
"Now we need for this to sit for a while. So sit tight and I will be back."
She said.
I sat in the chair hoping my color would turn out like I wanted it. It
slightly burned my scalp, but not overbearingly. I did not know how long it
had been, but she finally returned.
"Okay Michelle, let's rinse it out and see the new you!"
She rinsed my hair for a good ten minutes and then shampooed it again, and
reconditioned it. She wrapped another towel over my head, but tossed it
aside since all of my new hair had soaked it. She grabbed a fresh one and
redid it into a turban and motioned for me to rise. I followed her out into
the salon and sat in her chair again. My head now much heavier than before.
The Rolling
When she unwrapped the towel a mass of shiny blonde hair fell all over me.
"Oh my God I love it!" I screamed.
"I knew you would, and it is so you girl!" Marie said. "Let me brush it out
and we can decide on how you want it styled."
She brushed it all back and it lay flat on my head and lay across my back
and shoulders.
"You told me you were thinking of a perm?" She asked.
"Yes! I have always wanted one! Ever since I was a little girl!"
"Well, we can't do it until next week since we just colored it today. But I
could roll it up as if it were a perm, and dry you, and we could see if you
like it?"
"Oh please do?" I said.
"Of course sweetheart." Marie said grinning. "Oh Julie? Will you be a dear
and bring me perm cart number 5?"
"The one for tight perms?" The young blonde asked her.
"Yes."
The girl, no older than eighteen wheeled it over to Marie. She set out a
ton of little clips, a box of papers, and tons of little rods.
"Marie? We close at seven, and it is five-thirty now." A woman next to her
said.
"Oh dear!" Marie said. "Michele? Would you mind if I set you on regular
rollers today, and you can come back in tomorrow or Monday for the perm
setting? I'm afraid we don't have time today, with the drying time and
makeup and all."
"Sure! Whatever you need to do."
"Okay." She said and opened a drawer in front of her and took out several
sizes of yellow Velcro rollers. Julie, the blonde, retrieved the cart and
wheeled it off. I must have frowned.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I know you had your heart set on a perm." Marie
said. "But I promise I will make it up to you."
She brushed my hair and pinned it up into seven sections. She released a
section at my crown and combed a smaller section of hair down, she pinned
the remainder of the hair in the section up and placed a roller under the
combed out small portion of hair, and rolled it down to my head, pinning it
to my scalp when she was done. She repeated this many times and soon had my
entire head full of the rollers. All of them pinned tightly to my head with
not a loose hair sticking out. A perfect roller set.
"All finished! Let's get you under the dryer dear." She said, and brought
me to a domed hair dryer where two girls were waiting on both sides.
"Emily and Jessica are going to do your nails, and then Julie will work on
your makeup." She told me. "So sit tight, it will take about an hour, and
your wife is due in about an hour and a half."
The Drying and Makeover
I sat under the dryer while the two girls removed my heels and pantyhose
and worked on my nails. I could see Julie across the salon gathering several
things before walking over to me. Emily and Jessica were now painting all of
my nails a soft pink hue, and Julie began to wipe a cold creamy substance
over my face with a wedged sponge.
"Close your eyes dear." Julie said, and I felt brushing and pressing over
my eyes from the eye shadow, a lining of cool liquid from the eyeliner. Then
my cheeks were rubbed for the blush, and my nose was powdered and my
eyebrows were plucked and drawn over. My lips were then lined and filled in
with silky lipstick. I felt something pressing onto my lashes and then
something clamping on them, and I finally felt something brushing across
them, and then she curled them. She brushed across my entire face before
proclaiming: "All done."
"Nails too! Although they just need to dry for a few minutes more." Emily
said.
"She probably needs more time under there for her hair anyway."
"Girls? You can all go home now, see you tomorrow." Marie said. "Michelle?
You need to dry for about ten more minutes, okay?"
"Sure thing Marie." I said excitedly. I could really not wait to see the
new me. I don't think I had ever had a real, professional makeup job.
The Revealing
"Let's just pull this up now." Marie said, pulling the hood of the dryer up
and off of my roller filled head. "Follow me honey, and we will get those
out."
I followed her to the chair and she pressed a few fingers underneath my
rollers.
"Oh yeah, they are good and dry. And that setting lotion has worked well.
They feel nice and stiff."
She began to unroll roller after roller, starting in the front. My hair
uncoiled from the curlers to reveal perfect little ringlets of blonde hair.
I sat and watched in raptures as my new look was revealed.
"Oh they look heavenly Michele. I think a perm will hold really well in
your hair." She said as she continued pulling out the rollers, tossing them
aside when she did, and pulling on the hair slightly to untangle it. My
hair, and head, felt so much lighter.
"I love the way they feel!" I admitted to Marie.
"Just wait until I can show you what a perm will look like! You are going
to love it!" She said.
I soon had a head full of wavy hair. So Blonde, so soft, and so light!
She grabbed a can of hairspray and coated my new do with it.
"You look so beautiful Michele!" Marie said.
"Thank you so much, I just love it!" I gushed. I Could only sit in the
chair and stare at my beautiful face and hair in the mirror. Marie went to
the front of the salon while I took it all in.
The Realization
"Michele?" Marie asked a little while later.
"Yes?"
"Your wife hasn't shown up yet, do you know where she is?"
"But I don't have a wife, I was wondering why ya'll kept saying my wife and
all."
"Okay, hang on a minute okay?"
"Sure!" I said, mainly to my gorgeous reflection in the mirror, smiling at
the beauty staring back at me.
Marie walked hastily to the room in the back where the candles had been
burning.
"Jennifer!" She said. "Where are the slacks you pulled off of that guy in
here earlier?"
"Why? Does his wife want them?"
"No." She said taking the slacks and pulling out the wallet. "Oh Lord! It
was the wrong guy!" She said with a horrified look on her face.
"Then how did he get in here?" Jennifer asked.
"I don't know, I guess he just walked in."
"What do we do?"
"Let's just think for a minute, we need to call his house, look through the
phone book in his cell phone."
"Okay."
"I'll be right back."
"Michele? Where are you?" Marie called.
"Over here!" I yelled back.
She walked over into the dresses and lingerie that filled the adjoining
store next to the salon.
"You didn't tell me this was here! I just love this dress! What do you
think?" I asked, holding it up to my body.
"It, um, looks wonderful!" She said, hesitantly. "Michele? Are you
married?"
"No!" I said in shock. "I don't care for men, to tell you the truth."
"Okay." She said, stopping to ponder for a minute. "Why don't you look
around for a while, and feel free to try on anything you want. I'll be back
in a little while."
"Alright." I said. "Take your time, I could be here all day!"
The Plan
"Marie, I called his home number that was in his cell phone, and he left a
recording saying he was out of town for a few days. The number has an LA
area code, and he said to call his cell phone if someone had an emergency.
Should we call another number in his phone?" Jennifer asked.
"No, we don't need anymore complications." Marie replied. "He, I mean she,
is just going ga-ga over the dresses next door. So, we have some time to
think this through."
"What about the guy who was supposed to come in?"
"I, uh, good idea, let me go call his wife."
"Hello?" The woman answered the phone.
"Mrs. Holland?" Marie asked.
"Yes?"
"This is Marie, at Magical Transformations?"
"Yes?"
"Your husband didn't come in today, did he?"
"No, I'm sorry I didn't call to cancel, but he passed away in an auto
accident last weekend. Was his appointment for today?"
"Yes. But, the thing is, another guy named Michael showed up today, and we
thought he was him."
"Well, I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do to help you."
"Well, I am truly sorry about your loss, but, the Michael we have, or
Michele, as he thinks of himself, and looks it too, will only come out of
the hypnosis if you say the words, since we showed him your picture and
all." Marie told her.
"Do you expect me to take him in or something, is that what you want?"
"No, no. We can't recolor his hair until Monday, or it might fall out. We
can take care of him until then. But on Monday night we need you to come by
and break the spell."
"Okay, I guess I could do that."
"Great!" Marie sighed in relief. "I'll call you Monday morning, okay?"
"Okay." She said and hung up the phone.
"Jennifer?"
"Yes?"
"Looks like he's ours until Monday."
"You mean, she's ours."
"Well, that's what he thinks. But technically, she can still perform as a
he."
"I'll keep her tonight." Jennifer said.
"Oh really?" Marie intoned. "You horny little lesbian you."
"Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black!" Jennifer retorted.
"But we have that party tonight!"
"So Michele goes with us!"
"Oh yes, yes she does. And, I have a feeling she will be quite a popular
girl."
"I do believe you are right."
The Party
"Michele? Why don't you stay with us tonight, since you don't have a room
yet."
"Could I?"
"Of course! And we're going to a great party tonight, so we need to go and
get ready." Marie said. "You can pick something out of my closet, anything
you want."
"You are too kind."
"Only because I like you."
We pulled into her garage and entered her house. She led me to her bedroom
and opened her closet to reveal the largest wardrobe my eyes had ever seen.
"Pick out anything you want. The undergarments are here," she said,
pointing to a series of drawers, "and all of my hose and shoes are in this
closet. I'm going to shower, so hurry and get ready sweetheart."
I rummaged through the drawers and found a matching set of silk panties and
bra in pink satin lace. I slid on a pair of white sheer hose, and chose a
tight pink velvet skirt. After wrapping myself in the soft bra I wore a
tight white blouse. I opted to keep the same shoes I had worn all day, they
were just too comfy. I pulled my hair up in a pony tail as Marie came out of
the shower. My god she has a beautiful body, I thought.
"I am almost ready, why don't you go and get us a glass of wine? And, when
you get back, we have to get you changed, that is way too conservative for
the party we are going to."
"Okay." I said, trotting off to the kitchen.
I returned with two glasses of wine and handed her one, mine was already
near empty.
"I laid out something I thought you would like, it's on the bed. This kind
of party the girls dress a little more racy than ones you might be used to."
I went out into the bedroom and after setting my wine glass on the bedside
table I undressed and slipped into the clothes she had chosen for me. First
was a pair of silky pale yellow panties followed by a strapless bra that
lifted my breasts up so much there was a deep chasm between them. Next were
pale yellow stockings with a matching garter that connected with straps. She
helped me into the dress, and it flared out on all sides. She slipped a pair
of gold dress pumps over my stocking covered feet and asked me to sit at her
vanity in her bathroom. There she pulled my hair into a pony tail and
plugged in a curling iron. She placed my hands on the counter and painted my
nails gold. She then took out my gold stud ear rings and replaced them with
dangling diamonds, and wrapped a diamond choker around my neck.
She sprayed several tendrils of hair on each side of my face with hair
spray and wrapped them around the barrel of the curling iron to create
little ringlets above the ear rings. She continued with the back of my hair
in the pony tail and asked me to rub some gold eye shadow over my eyes, I
did, and she was soon finished with my hair. She applied a generous coating
of hair spray and asked me to rise and walk across the room.
"You look like a little princess Michele!"
"Why thank you."
"Ready to go?"
"Sure."
We rode to the party and picked up several other ladies on the way, all of
them complimenting me on my beauty. We pulled into the driveway and entered
the expansive house.
"Well this must be the model that came to see you, hello Michele, I'm
Clarissa."
"It is very nice to meet you." I said, taking her hand and bowing slightly.
"Oh, trying to steal my heart are you? I like you already."
"Come Michele, let me introduce you to everyone."
We mingled throughout the large entry room and living room, meeting what
seemed like a hundred people, all women. I inquired as to where all of there
husbands were, and Marie giggled and told me they all lived alternative
lifestyles. I kept grabbing champagne each time one of the scantily clad
young women walked by with a tray, they all wore tight little French maids
outfits. I was feeling pretty tipsy several hours into the party, and
noticed several of the women were now wearing next to nothing. I hadn't seen
Marie in a while, so I just mingled alone.
"How are you enjoying the party Michele?"
"It's lovely," I told Danielle, Clarissa's roommate, "You girls sure can
throw a party."
"So how long have you been modeling, you don't look but twenty years old."
"No, I'm actually twenty-seven, and have been doing it for eleven years
now."
"Anything I would be familiar with?"
"No, I mainly model in Europe."
"Hello girls, welcome to the party! Michele? This is Desire and Paris, they
are fellow models."
"How do you do?" One asked, lightly shaking my hand.
"Wonderful."
"I can tell." She said.
Danielle and I continued chatting, and I overheard the two models talking
quietly behind me. It was barely audible. "That's her?" "Yes!" "So, let
me get this straight. A guy goes in, gets hypnotized and transformed, he
turns out to be the wrong one, but he obviously enjoys it, the real client
was killed and the wife forgot to call to cancel?" "Yes! But, he enjoys it
because he really thinks he is she." "That is so weird." I felt bad for
this person they were referring to, poor girl.
"There you are Michele!" Jennifer said. "Marie has been looking everywhere
for you. Have you been taking care of her Danielle?"
"Oh, she is delightful."
"Marie is waiting outside, she has a busy day at the salon tomorrow so we
have to bow out early, thank you for the party and thank Clarissa as well.
We will see you next Thursday. Okay?" They kissed each other's cheeks, and
Danielle mine, and we exited.
"I had my maid set you up in the spare bedroom over here Michele, if you
need anything just come across the hall and get me." Marie said. "I put some
extra clothes into the closet for you to sleep in, and anything you may need
is in the bathroom. I will see you in the morning, and we will go to the
salon together, then I can do your hair again. Okay sweetheart?"
"I would like that," I said, hugging her, "thank you for everything."
"See you in the morning, sleep well."
I went into the room and closed the door. I removed the dress and hung it
up, removed my stockings and garter, the shelf bra, and pulled my hair down.
I found a night gown in the closet and slid it over my head. I was tired. I
pulled the comforter back on the bed and slid beneath the silk sheets. I
tried sleeping, but couldn't. What was I doing in San Diego? How did I get
here? Where did I live in LA? I knew I was a model. But where did I work?
Did I need to work tomorrow? How did I end up in the salon, so eager to have
a makeover? I had always wanted one, but that didn't answer the question.
Sleep, that's all I needed, then it would all come back.
To be continued...
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