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Snow Bunny By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 It was exciting to be going on a luxurious ski trip for President's Day weekend. As college seniors, Lisa and Mike had finished mid-terms and certainly needed a break. They were looking forward for their upcoming graduation and a great weekend of partying. Lisa had arranged for them to work for a catering company at three events on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night in exchange for free room and board, and lift tickets at Aspen Mountain in Colorado. The plan was to ski all day, work from dinner time until early evening, and then party in the clubs after that. They'd be getting a vacation for free in one of the most exciting ski areas in the world. The early morning flight into Denver was long but smooth, as they slept most of the way as they were certainly not used to getting up that early. It was a nerve racking flight from Denver to Aspen, Colorado, as the little puddle jumper type plane was nothing like the main flight that just seemed to bounce around through the turbulent air. As the plane landed, everyone applauded as they were relieved and excited to be on a much needed vacation. "Mike, turn on your phone? What the hell is all this?" said Lisa as she switched on her phone. "I have 19 text messages and 6 voice mails during that flight, from Beth and Ginny." "Wow, that's weird, hope everything is OK?" said Mike as he switched on his phone. "I have just one text from Fred. Let me read it. Wow, Fred and Monique broke up, and they aren't coming?" "When did you get that!" asked Lisa. "Yikes, yesterday," said Mike. "I guess I should have turned on my phone." Lisa quickly read all of her text messages and quickly got on the phone with Ginny, as they walked off the plane. She was babbling a mile a minute, finding out the gossip from her friends as they were retrieving their luggage before she stopped dead in her tracks. "Are you fucking kidding me!" screamed Lisa. "I'll jump in a cab right now and get over there!" "What happened?" asked Mike. "Your friend is an asshole! That is what happened," said Lisa as she threw her phone in her purse and they jumped in the cab. "Your reservation got cancelled, since it was linked to his when Fred cancelled the trip, and they filled it with someone else!" "So, does that mean I don't have to work this weekend?" asked Mike, scratching his head. "Yes, genius! It means you have no job!" replied Lisa, staring at him with a nasty look. "But it also means that you have nowhere to stay. Are you thinking clearly!" "True!" said Mike. "Shit! Well, maybe they can still squeeze me in?" "You do realize that it took me all year to get this arranged for us, and five minutes for your clear headed irresponsible friend to ruin it," screamed Lisa into Mike's ear. "The bed and breakfast is a girl's only place. You know that. And you know the guys were staying above the bar in a dorm type place, and it had over thirty guys on the waiting list for the spot I got you. There were only a few jobs for guys to begin with. and that's why the job was gone in one phone call." The rest of the ride was in silence as Lisa and Mike looked around the quaint ski town as they were getting closer to the mountain. As each block passed, they noticed all the fancy restaurants, ritzy shopping, and posh nightclubs as the driver navigated through town. When the cab finally stopped, they had arrived at a gorgeous large Victorian bed and breakfast right at the base of the mountain, and Lisa became excited. "This is it!" said Lisa as she jumped out of the cab. "Wow, unbelievable. It's amazing. It looks even more beautiful in person than in the pictures." Beth and Ginny came running out and hugged Lisa as the driver placed their bags on the porch. "It's incredible here!" said Beth as she was happy to see her friend. "You may never want to leave once you see this place. Hurry, come inside and see the rest." As Beth led everyone inside, they stopped and stared at the incredible place they would be staying. It was like a Victorian palace. Their first sight was a tremendous foyer and sitting area, where about a dozen girls were relaxing by the fire, reading newspapers and sipping some coffee. "Miss Adams is waiting for you and looking forward to meeting you," said Ginny. "We told her everything and she has been asking a lot of questions about Mike. I know she has been working on trying to find a place for Mike to stay since he lost his spot. Her office is at the top of the stairs near that balcony." "Cool, I'll go see her immediately," said Lisa. "Hopefully she can help me." Lisa quickly hurried up the stairs and knocked on the door to the office. "Come in please," said Miss Adams. "Good morning Miss Adams. I'm Lisa," Lisa reached out her hand. "It is my great pleasure to meet you, and thank you for selecting us for this wonderful opportunity." "Well dear, you are welcome. I'm sure you'll work hard for me and I'll be glad I selected you and your friends," replied Miss Adams cordially. "Of course, mame," said Lisa. "I'll do anything you need, and I'm in great need of your help for Mike." "I am aware of that, from your wonderful friends, dear," said Miss Adams. "I had no idea that he was still coming with you after Fred cancelled them, or I would not have given his place away. Understand that I have to have people in each position, and I can not take chances on not having the right staff in place. As it is, I now have a problem in that Monique is not with you as I expected ,and I have to fill her job. The problem for you is that I have made many phone calls for you this morning when I found out about the situation, and have not found anything for your boyfriend. Honestly, he'll either have to go home or find something on his own, because I must focus on the job I have to do here myself. I'm sorry." "I understand Miss Adams," said Lisa, sobbing. "And Lisa, I'm sorry to be this way, but I must have you focused later on performing your duties for me," said Miss Adams, consoling her. "I have a business to run and now I must concentrate on getting another young lady to work tonight, and it will be almost impossible to fly someone in that quickly, even though I have a tremendous waiting list." "Well what about another guy working the event, like Mike?" Lisa questioned her. "I'm sure he'll do anything you need done." "My dear, you know the jobs you are going to be doing - correct?" said Miss Adams. "Yes mame. Of course I do," said Lisa meekly. "And you also know that the men will be bussing tables, cleaning up, and doing the heavy lifting, and that is all I need them for.," said Miss Adams as she gazed down through her office window at everyone in the foyer. "I have an exact count of young ladies that I will need, and without another woman, I will have an important guest without an escort or the proper number of cocktail waitresses. That, my dear, can not happen. These are important and wealthy people, and I am almost out of time!" "Yes mame. I understand," said Lisa as she began to leave the room. "Lisa, wait just one moment. Is that Mike down there?" asked Miss Adams, as she pointed out her office window. "Is he the skinny one with the ponytail and the blue jacket on?" "Yes mame!" said Lisa. "Can you go down there and bring him up here. I may have an idea that you may want to consider!" said Miss Adams. "He's not really what I expected." "Certainly, I'm all ears. I'll run right down!" said Lisa as she dashed out of the room to get him. She grabbed Mike and they raced back up the stairs to the office and quickly sat down. "Hello Miss Adams," Mike apologized. "I'm sorry about all the confusion, but Lisa tells me you have an idea to potentially help me. I'd just like to say that I'm willing to do whatever you need to stay. Anything! I understand that this was my friends' fault and we have caused you problems, that I can hopefully help to resolve." "Michael, when I looked out my office window and saw you in the lobby, it triggered my memory about you, so I pulled your resume and application package," said Miss Adams as she was reading through his file. "I remembered you had unique skills that most men don't have. In college, I see that you are a male cheerleader, dance instructor, and an actor in the school theater." "Yes, mame. I'm athletic, but have always been too small for football. And I know most men would never admit it, but I have always loved dance," said Mike. "Take off your jacket, dear," said Miss Adams, as he did as he was told. "Now stand up and don't move, and I'll be right back with Vicky and Claire." Miss Adams left the room and returned with two other women, who looked Mike up and down. The first women took out a tape measure and began measuring him all around and began asking questions. "Dear, tell me your age, weight, height, and shoe size while I figure out the rest," said Claire as she measured him all over and wrote down everything he said. The second woman, Vicky, just stared at him before touching his hair, looking into his eyes, and moving his face back and forth with her index finger. "Take off your shirt please, Michael," said Vicky, making him feel uncomfortable as he did as he was asked. Vicky spun him around and pulled the scrunchie from his ponytail, releasing his hair as she touched it. She looked at Miss Adams and nodded her head as she lifted his arms. "We'll need four or five hours. We'd have to do a lot of alterations, obvious training, and some experimenting, but I think he could work out," said Vicky. "His bone structure is soft enough. The hair is a disaster, but fixable I think. I mean, we have an entire room of wardrobe left over, so I'm sure we could make it work." "Luckily, he is so thin," said Claire. "Now, as you know that's good and bad, but mostly advantageous. I can work with him as long as he gives me no problems, because time is limited and precious right now. I certainly have enough divas around here at the moment." "Ladies, thank you," said Miss Adams. "That will be all, and you'll have their decision shortly, so please be prepared to move rapidly if we go this way." "So, does this mean you have another job in mind for me?" said Mike excitedly. "Trust me, I'm a great dancer and whatever costume you need me in is no problem. I've worn many crazy costumes in the theatre. I was Romeo, Peter Pan, Dracula, and many others." "And he really is a great actor, Miss Adams," said Lisa, encouraging her as she seemed to be in deep thought. "He'll fit whatever role you want." "My dear, there are no new roles," said Miss Adams in a matter of fact way. "I'm trying to see if he can fit into a role that requires class and dignity, dance skills, and one that is able to make my clients feel wonderful." "But I thought the only open position was Monique's?" asked Lisa, puzzled. "And that sounds like my job as a hostess and client escort." "It is!" said Miss Adams "I am considering him for Monique's position, if he is willing." "So ,you are considering having a male hostess?" Mike asked, staring at her. "No, I'm not," said Miss Adams. "Ok, because I thought that would make guys uncomfortable," said Mike. "Because I thought part of the idea was to have beautiful women escort men to their tables and to the dance floor, and serve them." "It is, dear," said Miss Adams, smiling. "No way!" screamed Lisa. "Holy shit! That would be so much fun. He'll do it! Yes, he'll do it! He can definitely do it!" "I'll do what?" said Mike. "I have no idea what the hell you want me to do anymore." "Miss Adams is offering you a job as a hostess just like me! You can dance. You can act. You are slim. You can do it and it would be so much fun!" said Lisa excitedly. "You want me to work as a girl?" said Mike, in shock. "Is that what you are saying?" "Yes, I'm offering an opportunity to change you into Monique," said Miss Adams. "And Monique already has the job. For the last few years, we have had a drag show here at certain times of the year, and we still have the entire wardrobe. Vicky was the makeup artist that put the girls together, so she knows how to do it, and Claire altered their outfits. With your measurements and your soft looks, I think we can make you look great, and we'd alter the uniforms and a few outfits quickly for you. You'd have to be willing, and certainly your training as an actor and in dance would help greatly." "Oh, I don't know about this," said Mike nervously. "I don't think I could pull it off, or even if I would want to try." "Well, I'll give you five minutes to decide, but that's all I can give," said Miss Adams, as she stood up to leave her office. "Five minutes, because after that I need to get another girl to work tonight, and you'll need to be on your way back to the airport." "Mike, there are no options here!" said Lisa, pleading with him. "It'll be just like any other role. It's no big deal and it'll be fun." "Lisa, this is nuts," said Mike as he took her hand. "I know I'm not a big manly man, but I am a man with a gorgeous girlfriend that I love." "Exactly, so stay and have fun with it," Lisa smiled. "We can be lesbians when we are off duty, and think of it, you'll get to stay here with me at this beautiful place." "So, do we have our decision?" said Miss Adams as she re-entered the room and looked at Mike. "Yes, 'Monique' is here and ready to begin work immediately," said Mike, as he looked at Lisa as she kissed him. "Now ladies, we'll have none of that here," said Miss Adams as she smiled. "Mike, I want you to understand that we will need to make a lot of changes, beginning immediately. We have alterations to your outfits that need to be made. We must work on your appearance, your mannerisms and remove as many male habits as possible. Now we must get you ready for tonight, and you must follow my instructions and those of Claire and Vicky without resistance or hesitation. Do we have an understanding and agreement, young lady?" "Yes Miss Adams," said Mike as he gulped. "Like I said before, I'll do whatever you need me to." "Good. Lisa, you may return downstairs and Monique, please follow me," said Miss Adams. "We will begin the process immediately." "Can't wait to meet Monique, and work together tonight," said Lisa, smiling as she exited the room, blowing a final kiss to Mike as he followed Miss Adams down the hall. After weaving through a series of hallways, Miss Adams threw open a series of doors which led them into a huge bathroom where Claire was running a bubble bath in a fancy claw foot tub. "Strip down and get in honey," said Claire. "Right here in front of you?" said Mike, questioning her. "Don't be embarrassed, dear. You're going to have to get used to being undressed in front of me," said Claire. "You've got nothing that I haven't seen before, and I'm going to have to know your body better than you do, as I experiment in shaping it and dressing it properly." "Ok, I guess," said Mike as he removed his clothes and stepped into the tub. Claire began adding some floral smelling chemicals to the tub and began scrubbing him everywhere with her washcloths. She switched on some soft music and hummed as she worked. "Sit back now and close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, or this will sting," said Claire as she rubbed something sticky all over his face and then placed cucumbers on his eyelids. Mike then felt her lift one of his legs and was rubbing and massaging it before he could feel the blade of the razor against his skin. She massaged it as she worked, as quickly she was working on the other leg as she hummed and would ask little questions to make small talk. "So, you really have gorgeous feet," she said, loosening up the mood and making him laugh a little. "Your shoes tonight are going to look great in these. Ever wear heels before." "No, not really," he said laughing. "Well then, we'll have to work on that later," Claire teased. "It takes some practice, but a cutie like you will get it fast. There, dip that leg back into the water and then I'll help you stand up for a second honey." Claire was then rubbing more shaving cream around the upper portion of his buttocks and then all over his pubic area. He felt her moving his manhood around and shaving all around it as she worked above and below it. "So, you like your girls neatly put together, fully shaved or hairy over there," she said smiling. "I like a little surprise I guess," said Mike, joking along with her. "Ok," she laughed. "Then I'll just do what I think works best for you, and it'll be a surprise for you." As she sat him back down carefully, she began to work on shaving his arms and armpits before declaring it was over quickly. She then helped him up and out of the tub and began rubbing some lotion all over his body as she slid him into a robe and slippers. She took his hand and led him to another room before he felt her remove the robe and touch his face. "The mask is pretty hard now, but I want to keep it on you about fifteen more minutes to deep cleanse your skin. Plus this will help get rid of those circles under your eyes," said Claire as she touched him. "You'll be able to see when I i'm done, so for now just relax and try to imagine how beautiful you'll soon be. Now be still while I fit you and get you ready for alterations. Step up please, dear." Claire took his hand and helped him up onto something as he could feel her pulling something up over his waist. It felt soft yet tight, as she was humming again as she worked without saying much as she slid it back down. Next he felt her moving his right leg and then his left as she slid something which was very tight up and into the crack of his rear. "This will be awkward at first, but in time you'll forget it is even there," said Claire. "You need this in certain outfits to hold everything in. It's almost like a g-string." Claire made him gasp as she pressed his right testicle firmly inside his body cavity, and then his left, before pulling his limp penis between his legs and snapping the undergarment firmly into place. Next, he felt her touch his breast and pushed them together as he could smell some type of hot glue in the room. He felt her slide on what was obviously a bra over him, and then off again. She seemed to repeat this about a half dozen times before he felt the weight of something on his chest. He knew she was pushing and pulling at his chest area as she seemed to be experimenting, before he felt the apparent adhesive on his chest and then she pushed hard against him as she buckled the bra very tightly behind his back. "I'm sorry, dear. I have to get them just right or they'll show in some outfits, and not create the proper cleavage," said Claire. "Please don't move your arms for about fifteen minutes, and then we'll have them looking perfect. Now step into this dress, and I'll see how it fits. Thankfully, the original Monique was not a tiny girl." Nervously, Mike stepped into the dress as he felt it move up his body as Claire tugged at it and seemed to be tightening it at his waist, before he felt her unzip it and slide it down. "Ok, seven or eight more outfits, and we're done with dresses!" said Claire as she had him step out and into something else. "You know it's great that you are actually a bit skinnier and two inches taller than the original Monique! These dresses might look better on you than her with your new figure, and those long legs. We had a lovely drag performer here named Leona that was about your shoe size, so we're lucky there." Mike repeated the drill back and forth as he felt the clothes being put on and off him as he stood there patiently. He could tell that some were pants, and others were dresses as she had him move ever so slightly as she worked. "Ok, I think the glue should be set, so let me release your breasts and we'll check them," said Claire as she unbuckled the tight bra. "Wow, they look great and they are staying pretty firm, so let's get a push up bra on you and check the last six outfits and some shoes." "Six more outfits?" asked Mike in surprise. "I thought I had to only work three nights? And these are pretty heavy! Is that right? Should they be so heavy?" "Well, I'm sure you recall that Monique is a fairly large breasted girl with a "C" cup," said Claire. "Therefore, we decided that a "C" would work well on you, especially that you will be a tallish girl with your current 5'7" height. Plus, if I made you a small breasted girl, I'd have to do even more alterations, and there is no time for that given the fact you need to be ready for tonight." "Ok, you are saying that not only am I going to be a girl, but now I'm a girl with big tits!" Mike whined. "Yup, you got it!" Claire laughed. "You've got the ones we all want. Look, girls have curves. Accept it and enjoy it. And by the way, to answer your other question, yes you are only working the three nights." "Then why am I trying on so much other stuff?" asked Mike. "Honey, girls need clothes!" said Claire. "You need some cute everyday clothes, tops, jeans, ski clothes and some outfits for clubbing. You are not going to wear these work clothes all day, are you?" "What do you mean?" said Mike. "I was going to change back into my guy stuff after work, and for skiing!" "You are joking right?" replied Claire, as she dressed him. "No, you are not! You are living in an all girls house. HELLO - FOCUS HERE! Your breasts just don't pop off and on. And you can't be seen as a guy anywhere here. No one knows this, or they'd freak. You're a girl until you leave, like it or not. Just have fun, and be a cute girl like Lisa and the others. You are just another SNOW BUNNY now." "Holy shit!" said Mike. "I guess I really didn't think through that part! It all happened so fast! What am I supposed to do?" "Nothing, except just be like any other girl, honey," said Claire. "I think in a little while, after you feel pretty and sexy, you'll get used to it. Now lay back and I'll clean off your mask and you can see how you look so far, since this is the outfit you'll wear until you get dressed for work!" "Ok!" said Mike. "Thanks!" After cleaning the mask from his face and removing the cucumbers from his eyes, Claire knelt down in front of him and slid on his boots. Looking down, he opened his eyes and immediately could see the outline of his breasts standing out from his chest, which seemed crazy to him as he looked over at Claire. "Ok, carefully stand up and take a look at yourself!" said Claire, excitedly. "Your body looks great. The shoes will take some practice, so take baby steps. I'm starting you in low heels for now, because the ones that go with tonight's outfit are a bit higher and thinner." Mike stood up and stared at himself and his new found curves. He was wearing tight stretch blue jeans, with a form fitting white cashmere sweater, which showed just a little cleavage. On his feet he had on tan suede boots with a 1 ? heel which matched a tan short blazer that she now slid on him as he stared at himself. "See, you look cute," said Claire. "Once we go over to Vicky's and she does your hair and makeup, there is not a person alive that would think you were anything other than a cute western girl." Mike stared at himself as Claire slipped a few silver bangles on his right wrist, and then a tried a few matching rings on him until she got some she was satisfied with. She then knelt in front of him and buckled a large interlocking silver offset belt around his waist, and a delicate silver watch on his left wrist. She walked behind him and placed a small silver heart necklace on him, which fell right above his open cleavage as the sparkle of its diamonds was clearly noticeable. She turned around and dug through a vanity before holding up various types of earrings next to his right ear as she studied them, seemingly trying to make a decision. He then could faintly see in the mirror that she then grabbed a large brown Coach shoulder bag and seemed to fill it with a series of items, including some of the earrings. She then pulled out a long sheer long coat and slid it on him, buttoned it, pulled the waist belt around him and handed him the purse. "You're ready, Monique," said Claire smiling as she slipped some large D&G sun glasses on his face. "Get used to this dear. It's the new you, and I can't wait to see the finished product. Let's go across the street. I think you'll enjoy the pampering." "Across the street?" asked Mike, staring at himself nervously. "Relax, it's a quick walk, and with your body and the sunglasses, no one would have any idea of your true gender," said Claire. "You're just blending in. Let me just hold your arm like two girlfriends walking and chatting till we get there, until you get used to the heels!" Mike and Claire walked down the stairs through the busy lobby and out the front door without anyone even glancing their way. Mike took small but mostly steady steps as he was as nervous as humanly possible, especially when the cold air hit his face outside. As they walked across the street, he saw the bright lights of the salon as it was only two stores away, and his jaw dropped as he noticed how crowded it was when they entered it. Claire took his coat and seated him in the waiting area as she went over to Vicky ,who was working on another client. Vicky handed Claire a magazine and smiled as she returned to work on her client, before Claire handed Mike the magazine. "She said to give her ten minutes, and she'll be ready for you," said Claire. "She wants you to look at this and give her an idea of what you might like to have done to your hair." "Are you kidding me?" said Mike, puzzled. "How would I have any idea? She's not going to cut my hair too much , is she? I was assuming she would just style it more like a girls?" "I have no idea?" said Claire. "Ask her yourself? I suggest you pick some things you like, and then you can discuss them like any other client?" "Shit, ok!" said Mike. "Like I would have a clue. I'll look, but I'm not into cutting it." Mike paged through the magazine as Claire looked on with him for about fifteen minutes. Claire folded over some pages and pointed out a few things she thought were cute on girls his age, before a young woman came over, interrupting them. "Excuse me Miss Monique, we are ready for you dear," said Brittany as she held out her hand and he handed her the magazine. "Follow me please." Brittany led him over to a stylist's chair and placed a black cape around him. She tilted it back slightly and began to rub foundation over his face as she blended it with her fingers and a small sponge before Vicky arrived and was standing above him. "Hey cutie. That base is fine, Brittany!" said Vicky. "Sit back and relax. I?m looking forward to this. Don?t be nervous. It?ll be fun, but it?s going to take some time and patience. Let?s do the brow first together, Brit." Brittany held his head firmly while Vicky went to work with her tweezers. With each pluck, he was wincing but trying to be tough as she seemed to jump back and forth from side to side as Mike sat still. "Please say you?re done," he asked, looking up at her as he was examining her work. "Sorry, brows are a dead giveaway, and yours were bad hon," said Vicky, trying to relax him as she gently stroked his forehead. "But now they?re cute." She began working on his eyes now as she asked him to open and close them constantly. It was strange staring at the lash curler pinching his lids. He was no stranger to wearing some makeup, being an actor in plays, but this was certainly much more precise than what he was used to. She brushed at his cheeks and then across the bridge of his nose, as all the blending and contouring work seemed to last forever. Finally he knew she was almost done as she began lining his lips, as instantly he recognized the taste of lip gloss as the girls stepped back and studied his look. "You are a hottie," said Vicky, teasing him as she rubbed his back and sat up his chair as he could now see his reflection in the mirror. "Sure this is your first time?" She whispered in his ear. Mike stared at a face that was now not his own. He was motionless as Vicky pulled the scrunchie from his hair. She then rubbed her fingers through his hair as she played with it a little as she was thinking about what she would do with it. "I think you look amazing!" said Brittany, trying to give him some encouragement. "So understand that what we just gave you is a basic daytime look, and we?ll need to pump up the volume on your makeup before work tonight. Now, let me think a little bit here! What to do? What to do with the hair?" said Vicky, thinking out loud. "Let me see her ideas, Brittany." Vicky grabbed the magazine and looked at the pages that Mike had folded over, as she would constantly glance up and down at his face. "So did you have anything you really wanted?" said Vicky, half laughing and half serious. "Or is that a stupid question under the circumstances?." "I want to crawl under a rock maybe!" said Mike, sulking. "Nonsense, you are really naturally pretty. Trust me, you are a model next to a few of the drag queens I?ve made look hot," said Vicky. "Ok, here?s what I think. I looked at the pictures of the actresses? hair that you liked, but the problem is that your hair is not as long as most of them, and we really don?t have the time for extensions like that. Jessica Simpson, Carrie Underwood, and Beyonce have really long hair, and you don?t. This one picture of Scarlett Johansson could work ,but it?s way too platinum for you. You are thinking like a typical guy who loves really long hair, and it?s not what you have. For a guy, your hair is pretty long, but as a girl, you have medium length hair meaning without extensions we can do a mid or short length hairdo. Plus, from what I understand, this is only for a few days. Right?" "Yes?" said Mike sternly. "I have no choice here, as you know!" "I?m not judging, honey," said Vicky. "Sorry, I?m pretty nervous," said Mike. "It?s cool. I?ll give you a few options like I would any of my clients after listening to their ideas, and evaluating their bone structure and hair. Since you have to work three nights, I would do something with a little flexibility and we can have some fun with it. I think that would help you really blend in," said Vicky as she touched his hair. "Definitely!" said Mike. "I just want to go to work, blend in and get out of there and then hit the ski slopes." "Ok, then here are some options. I can either do something really bold like a cute inverted bob, which is really hot right now, or maybe a cute short flip," said Vicky as she stood behind him and showed him where she would cut his hair with her fingers in the mirror. "Your face could handle both, and you?d be able to do them yourself, no problem." "Are you kidding me?" said Mike. "I really don?t want to cut my hair short. It?s taken me a few years to grow it like this. Plus my girlfriend loves it, and so do I!" "Ok, got it. Sorry, remember I?m a hairdresser and we always love being creative. Plus, I was trying to give you a cut that you?d be able to blow out yourself for work," said Vicky, rubbing his shoulders to relax him. "Well then, we could just put in a few layers, and then I could blow it out straight, and then curl it for Saturday night, but you?d need help. I mean you were going to have to get your makeup done by us anyway, so you?d have to be willing to come in a bit earlier before work everyday for us to do it for you. Are you willing to do that to keep the length?" "No doubt!" said Mike. "I am not into cutting my hair short!" "Ok, then I?d give you some layers, frame your face a bit and you?d have to give me creative license from there! I mean you have a decent base, but we can?t stay with these tones you have though. They look too manly and drab so we?ve gotta do something there! That is actually one of the things I can take from the hair styles you liked!" said Vicky, seemingly getting a brainstorm as she tussled with his hair from behind a bit. "I?d trim it a bit in back to clean it up, and it would still touch your shoulder blades. Ok, I think I got it, but I would need you to let me do what ever I needed as I worked after that, and I?ll keep the length! Deal?" "Ok, as long as I could keep it long," said Mike, relieved. "Then I don?t care what else you do as long as you make me blend in." "Deal, this will be fun!" said Vicky. "Brittany, wash him out, strip him, and let?s begin. We?ll have to double process, but with his mousey natural base it won?t be too bad," said Vicky as she seemed to be speaking Greek to Mike. "When you?re done call me and I?ll take a peek before we do the base." Brittany brought him over to the sink, seated him and washed out his hair. "How strong do you want it Vicky?" said Brittnay. "20 volume should be good for him," said Vicky as Mike looked over, seeing her doing some mixing. "I don?t want him looking too washed out with his tones." She placed rubber gloves on then rubbed at his scalp and hair feverishly as she sang softly to herself with her IPOD in her ears. "Don?t move or touch your face or hair, Ok. Now let it sit for a bit and I?ll be back," She said as she moved down two chairs to wash out someone else?s hair. Brittany seemed to go back and forth checking on his hair forever as she sang along to her music. "This looks good," said Vicky, inspecting him as he watched her slide on some plastic gloves. Brittany now thoroughly washed and massaged his scalp as he did enjoy the sensations, until finally she switched off the water. He looked up, seeing Vicky came over with a little squirt bottle and began saturating his hair and piling it on top of his head as she scrubbed and gathered. "See you in about twenty," said Vicky, planting a soft kiss on his forehead to relax him. "You?re doing well." He was startled from a quick cat nap as Brittany switched on the water as he felt her again massaging at his head. Finally, she sat him up and wrapped a towel around his head and then brought him back over, sitting him in Vicky?s chair. "No peeking in the mirror," said Brittany, spinning his chair. "Not til we?re done, cutie. We like to surprise anyone who gets a makeover." "Looking good, honey!" said Vicky, pulling off the towel and rubbing his damp locks. "Chin up and sit still please. Eyes closed until I tell you." Vicky combed his hair all to one side and then back to the other, as she began inserting clips and sectioning it. It was odd feeling most of it clipped on top of his head as she combed down, touching his shoulders and neck as the snipping began. He felt the blade trimming it on his shoulders as she pushed his head forward as she seemed to be moving quickly. "Please don?t fidget if you don?t want to lose the length like we talked about," said Vicky, annoyed as she stopped his head movement. "Sorry," said Mike as she shifted his head more forcefully now. "If you jerk your head again, I?ll be forced to trim more to keep it even, or do something other than what we talked about," said Vicky. "I know this is all new to you, but you?ll need to cooperate as I?ve got plenty still to do, and now I?ve got to reset the base length, since it?s now crooked." Again she combed from the middle of his earlobe straight down, circling his head and trimmed all the way around. When she was satisfied, she removed more hair from the top clip and repeated this a few more times as she trimmed. He could felt the wet hair on his neck and face as she combed it straight in front of his eyes now, and then odd sensations of the scissors just under his chin as the ends of his hair touched it when she was done. Suddenly, the hair dryer came on as the warm sensation of hot air felt good as she blew the clippings off his cape and face, as she finished shaping his hair. "Just a touch more shaping, then back to the sink honey," said Vicky, putting down her scissors and clipping the top out of his face. "What?s going on now?!" said Mike as she inserted some clips, sectioning them. "I thought we were almost done!" "Patience dear. Not for a little while," said Vicky, teasing him as she tapped his shoulder to get up. "Making ?Monique? look her best takes some time and patience. Come on." Vicky led him back to the sink and met Brittany there, as she again slipped on some plastic gloves. In her hand now she had what looked like a little flat paint brush as Brittany was handing her little pieces of tin foil. It was nerve racking, feeling the foils wrinkle in his ears as she painted and wrapped over and over while Vicky and Brittany gossiped as they worked. As Vicky finally finished, stripping off her gloves, she set a timer as she proceeded to do some things around him. "So, you are doing great, Monique," said Brittany, looking him in the eyes. "Can I make a suggestion though?" "Sure," said Mike. "At this point! What the hell is the difference anymore?" "Can I even you out," said Brittany laughing. "It?ll look more believable." "I don?t know what you mean?" said Mike. "But I guess so? If you think making me ?even? helps!" "Cool, It?ll help give some options there!" said Brittany. "I?ll be right back." Brittany returned and leaned his chair back as his foil covered head was now back in the sink. She was moving some items around on the counter near his seat before he felt relieved as she removed the foils and rinsed his hair. He sat one last time while she massaged him before turning off the water and dropping a towel over his head, beginning to dry him a bit. After she finished squeezing the excess water out his hair, he felt the sudden pop in his right ear, jumping a bit, startled. "Hey, what the hell!" screeched Mike. "Did I hurt you, honey," said Brittany. "Thought it was numbed." "No, you didn?t hurt me," said Mike, surprised, lifting his fingers out from under his cape. "You pierced my right ear, didn?t you?" "Yes, I asked you! And you said yes," said Brittany, pushing down his hand. "A lot of guys have two these days anyway. My boyfriend does." "Holy shit!" said Mike. "I thought you meant even out my hair!." "No, silly," Brittany smiled as she wrapped a towel around him again. "I?m no hairdresser. I meant even out your ears so they were both pierced. I thought you needed it so you could wear the right earrings. Sorry, but it?s too late now and it?ll be much better. If you want, I could do one more on each side." "Wow!" said Mike. "This is nuts. No, I?ll stick with just two." "No problem, let me just put the other stud in then, so they match," said Brittany. "Let?s get you back to Vicky." He felt Brittany slide an earring into his existing left hole, and then she led him back to Vicky?s chair. As he sat there staring at himself in the mirror with a towel on his head, he was getting nervous as he knew he was almost done and soon had to get to work as Monique. Vicky returned and quickly spun him around away from the mirror as Brittany rolled up a cart filled with all different colors and sizes of curlers. She once again asked him to close his eyes and began sectioning his hair. He could feel the tightness of the rollers as she secured them, beginning in the back and working quickly. When she was done, he felt her cover them with something that seemed to hold them tightly as she took his hand and led him over to the dryer. "Home stretch, cutie," said Vicky as she tapped him to get up and he followed her across the room. "Bet you?re getting excited to see the new you!." "Not really, but if I?m here much longer, the weekend will be over, so maybe it?s not so bad," teased Mike, .as he sat down against the wall, seeing all the dryers. He sighed as he watched the bonnet being lowered over his head and watched Vicky walk away after switching it on. As he sat there staring into space for five minutes, Brittany pulled up a chair next to him and slipped off his boots. She took his hand and started to go to work on his nails, filling and buffing them as another girl worked at his feet. She inserted a foam spacer between his fingers to keep them from touching as she worked, and he watched intently seeing his fingers begin to transform. She took small tips, measuring them precisely and then glued them to his short nails as he couldn?t believe the image as she filled them with gel. She moved quickly and before he knew it, his left hand was complete with soft pink long square tips, and she placed it under a small dryer before moving to the right hand. This crazy sight before his eyes kept him occupied until Vicky returned, lifting the bonnet and checking his hair. She dropped some flip flops to the floor and Brittany slid them on his feet as she tapped him to get up. It was an odd, feeling the little cotton between his toes as he looked down at his candy apple toes nails glistening as he stood. "Ok, time to finish you up and get you out of here!" said Vicky, as she took his hand and led him back to her chair. The moment he sat, she quickly began filling the tray with the rollers as she went to work removing them from his head. She sprayed each section as she released it, as he was practically choking on all the hairspray as he sat there feeling his nerves really kicking in now. She picked through his hair with her fingers and then held a large thick barreled iron in her hand as she lifted a few sections, winding it in from time to time. She was working on the back and sides as he could feel most of the tension being removed from his head each time a roller was unpinned, until finally she came in front of him. "Couple more spots, and it?ll be perfect, sweetie," said Vicky as she adjusted and pulled at his hair, looking extremely focused. "Look down please." He now felt the last two rollers in front being taken down, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see her sliding the iron on an angle across his forehead. "You?re kidding me, Vicky," whined Mike, as his whine was muffled as he could see her finger brush a long section across his face, partially covering his left eye. "I know you?re excited, but one more second please," said Vicky, shielding his eyes as she sprayed and patted the section near the left side of his chin. "But?" said Mike, starting to chirp as Vicky ignored him, saturating his entire head now in a finish spray. He could see part of his new hair as she finished , feeling faint as Vicky pulled the cape. "Brittany, please bring Monique?s purse," said Vicky happily. "The studs are pretty, but you won?t even see them with this cut. Now close your eyes and don?t cheat." Vicky dug through the purse and Mike felt her changing his left earring, and then carefully his right one as the new weight of big earrings was apparent. "Ok, It?s time to unveil the new you. Smile," said Vicky as snapped a few quick pictures before beginning to spin him around. "When I say three, I want you to open those baby blues. I think you?ll be pretty confident now, girlfriend. One, two, three!" As the chair stopped spinning, Mike saw his new reflection in the mirror ,quickly removing his temporary smile and immediately feeling ready to vomit as he gasped. He touched his hair and face and couldn?t believe his eyes. His light brown hair was now blonde and wavy. His eyes never looked more blue, standing out like beacons behind his cat like eyes, and he wondered if he was actually looking at himself. "Oh no," he said, shaking as he pulled a strand to convince himself that it wasn?t a wig. "It can?t be. This is me? You went too far. That is my hair?" "So, I think that means you are shocked! It?s Ok," said Vicky, standing next to him and rubbing his back. "I think we definitely made you believable, but to me that?s not even good enough. No way was I stopping until you were gorgeous, and now you are." "This is crazy," said Mike, pinching himself. "I?m a dude." "Not for the next few days you?re not," said Vicky. "You?re going to need to adjust immediately, whether you ready or not." "Monique, you will be one of the cutest girls there tonight. You won?t need to adjust to anything, just being like any other girl!" said Brittany, smiling as she yelled to a friend. "Trust me. I?ll show you. Hey Tyler, come over here for a second." From the back room came a tall dark haired guy as he came over to see Brittany. "Hey Brit!" said Tyler as he kissed her cheek. "What?s happening?" "Hey Tyler. This is my friend, Monique," said Brittany, introducing them. "She?s new in town and I?m just introducing her to some folks. She?s working the party for Miss Adams tonight." "Cool, nice to meet you, Monique," said Tyler as he reached out his hand. "Uuummm, hi," murmured Mike, barely squeaking out a sound as he shook Tyler?s hand softly. "Looking good, girl," said Tyler as he shocked Mike, kissing his hand. "You ok? You look a little shocked?" "She?s fine. Just not expecting such a dramatic a change," said Brittany, looking at Mike. "What do you think Tyler?" "Sexy ?do?, Monique," said Tyler. "These girls know their shit in here. Nobody leaves without looking pretty hot!" "Oh, uuuumm thank you," said Mike, as Vicky nudged him to speak. "No, thank you, and these talented ladies seem to do that to people sometimes, but again, you look sensational!" said Tyler with a wink. "Hey, hope to see you around after the party. I?ll be out clubbing with my friends, and maybe we can hang and have a drink. See ya ladies." Tyler got back to work, dropping off his deliveries and left the salon as Mike just sat there in shock. "See, what did I tell you!" said Brittany. "Tyler had no idea, and just thought you were any other cute girl that comes in here to get their hair done." "Shit, that was gross!" said Mike, surprised as he just stared at himself. "I guess so. I?m just so taken aback." Mike stood up and walked close to the mirror and stared at himself. His hair had been lightened four or five shades to a very natural dirty blonde color, and filled with ash and wheat blonde highlights. It?s layers were very noticeable now as it was parted to the left side and filled with soft thick waves, giving it some body as it fell about two inches onto his shoulders. As he moved his head, he clearly felt the weight and swaying of the large silver open disk earrings protruding from under his hair, and watched as his new haircut flowed in unison across his shoulder as he twisted his neck. He looked at the rear view of his hair and realized that Vicky kept her word, and didn?t cut much but the ruffle effect in his wavy hair made it look a little shorter, but also realized the layers made it look much fuller. He wondered how he?d do anything now with these long nails, as it was odd to grip anything as he felt like he had claws as he put his hands on his hips. "Ok Miss Monique, Brittany will take you back now," said Vicky as she smiled at him and quickly rattled off scheduling items. "Miss Adams has orientation in three hours at 6:00 pm, and Claire is going to spend some time with you first on your speech and mannerisms. I?ve booked an appointment for you tomorrow morning at 8:00 am to do you makeup and blow out your hair before you hit the mountain, and I?ll see you at 7:30 tonight to do redo makeup for work. Good luck and see you later." Brittany helped Mike slide on his boots and put on his coat as they went outside. They walked across the street and into the lobby, where Mike walked right by Lisa as she was chatting with some other girls and didn?t even flinch as he passed her. She walked him up the stairs and into a waiting area outside Claire?s office as she had her assistant call her. "Oh my," said Claire as she spotted him. "Good afternoon, Monique. Aren?t you just a beauty, dear? Miss Adams is going to be very pleased. She has an eye for these things. I?ll get her." "Vicky is so talented, and I just knew you were going to look beautiful. I could just tell," said Miss Adams, as she entered the room. "Start her with simple duties tonight as we discussed, and she?ll certainly be just fine after you prep her. You may go Brittany, and please page Lisa so I may properly reintroduce her to Monique." Lisa was called up the stairs and was certainly excited to see what they had done to her boyfriend. As Lisa entered, she stopped dead in her tracks as Mike was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, nervously awaiting her reaction. "Mike?" said Lisa. "Are you shitting me? Is that you?" "Yes?" replied Mike, trembling. "I?m afraid so!" "Dear, it?s ?Monique? now, please," said Claire sternly. "We can?t afford any mistakes like that now. I?ll give you two a moment alone, but please control yourselves!" Lisa stood there and just stared for a moment before running over and hugging him. She kissed him gently and then pulled away. "Sorry, I don?t want to mess up your lipstick. ? can?t believe it," said Lisa as she stepped back. "I mean you are stunning. Fucking stunning!" "Thanks, I guess!" said Mike. "I don?t know about stunning, just hopefully passable for a few days." "No doubt! Have you seen yourself? Better than I could have ever imagined!" said Lisa, still in shock as she held his hand. "I mean your makeup looks flawless, and you?ve got better nails me. I?m jealous, and now I?ll need to get mine done." "Well, I guess theses girls know what they are doing," said Mike, cracking a smile as she broke the ice and relaxed him as she touched his face. "I like the look they chose for you? It?s so natural. Wait a second! Is that your actual hair?" said Lisa as she rubbed her hand on his neck, lifting his hair while hugging him and then tugged at it. "They colored your hair. OMG, you?re really a blonde. That?s amazing." "Well, I didn?t know they were going to do that?" replied Mike. "You didn?t realize it and did they ask you?" said Lisa, surprised. "Honey, I was confused about everything here," Mike explained. "They asked me what they could do, and they wanted to give me a bob or some things, i didn?t even understand what they were saying. I said I didn?t want a short girl?s haircut, and they could do whatever as long as they didn?t cut it, but I guess I should have been more explicit." "No, I love it on you. It?s so pretty on you," Lisa touched it. "It was a perfect choice, honestly. The cut, the color, and your highlights are gorgeous! Stand up for me and spin around." "Ok," said Mike nervously. "You?ve got a HOT BOD? honey" said Lisa, laughing. "You better be careful with that rack and that little figure of yours. You?ve got the sexy Snow Bunny look with the stretch jeans, high boots and that tight sweater. The boys are going to love you, blondie." "Stop!" said Mike, annoyed as she teased him. "That?s not funny." "Ok girls, that?s enough now," said Claire as she re-entered the room. "Monique must now work on a few things in preparation for work tonight. Please excuse us now Lisa while we prepare her. You two will see each other later for orientation." "What things?" said Lisa. "I will be coaching her on her mannerisms, softening her voice a bit, and her walk," said Claire. "She needs practice on being more than just a pretty woman." "Ah true," said Lisa, smiling and nodding as she left the room. "See you later Mik--. I mean Monique." Claire immediately started working with Mike on softening his voice, sitting in a ladylike position, and simple mannerisms. They spent a lot of time walking and turning as she gradually increased the height of his heels and decreased the thickness, as they changed shoes and repeated the practice. They had simple dinner together and she showed him how a lady should eat, and simple table manners. It was a three hour crash course and slowly but surely, Mike proved to be a good student, as his skills as an actor in college theatre helped him to become ?Monique? in his new and important role. As they concluded their dinner, they heard the intercom system paging everyone to assemble in the main lobby for orientation. Nervously, Mike headed down the stairs and sat down next to Lisa in a seat she had put her purse on to save for him. Ginny and Beth saw him now for the first time, and could not stop whispering and staring at him, until Miss Adams noticed and cleared her throat as she was ready to begin. She would now give a detailed overview of the evening?s five hour event for her guest, which would begin with a cocktail reception, followed by some formal speeches, then big band hour, and concluding with final remarks and dessert. "Ladies, this evening marks our opening ceremonies, and the arrival of our honored guests," said Miss Adams, lecturing the group. "They are celebrities and distinguished professionals, and shall be treated with the utmost respect. Your jobs as you know are to welcome, serve, and escort them this evening. You are here to honor their wishes, and make them feel like royalty. You are not permitted to ask for autographs, attempt to date, or do anything which would make them uncomfortable. Be polite, professional and courteous. In a moment ,I will announce you so that you may a learn a bit about each other, and hand you your assignment package. You will each have multiple assignments during the evening as we transition through various phases of the event, so read your assignments carefully. Also in your package, you will see the name of your supervisor, every detail of your assignment, your wardrobe changes, and your name badge to be worn at all times on duty. Your room key and room number where you?ll be staying this weekend is also in the package, and your luggage has already been placed there and unpacked for you. And yes of course, before anyone asks me, tomorrow?s lift tickets and meal vouchers are also in the package. Thank you ladies, and now I will introduce you to each other." She began calling up each young lady by name, read a quick bio about them, and handed them an envelope with their assignment as they sat back down. Lisa got called after about six or seven other girls, and Miss Adams did a nice job on her bio as Mike wondered whether it would be his bio or Monique?s that would be read. "Our next young lady is not just your average girl from Middle America, but is a talented actress at her school, a cheerleading captain, and a blossoming woman, Please welcome, Monique!" said Miss Adams, grinning from ear to ear. "Monique enjoys dance where she serves as an instructor at her school. She loves hair and fashion, and aspires to some day be a leading lady in theatre. Monique is slightly shy, a good skier, and as of this morning, in the market for a new boyfriend. Please, welcome Monique everyone." A collective awe filled the room as Mike sat back down with his assignment as Lisa could barely contain her laughter. "She did a nice job weaving your real bio into a girls, I thought," said Lisa, whispering in his ear. "It?ll be fine and fun. Trust me, you?ll see, and this is going to be an amazing eye opening experience for you." Mike opened his envelope and was relieved that Lisa, Beth, and Ginny were his roommates. He immediately saw his name tag which said Monique, and pinned it on his sweater like everyone else?s, as Miss Adams continued with her speaking. Thankfully, his supervisor was Claire, which gave him at least some slight comfort. His first assignment was as a cocktail waitress, followed by that of an evening escort of a Mr. Alanne, and concluded with him as dessert hostess. He began reading the details of each position, as he was unclear what some of that meant he would be doing exactly. "Now ladies, please proceed to your rooms and check your belongings," said Miss Adams. "Then report to your first assignment in precisely 30 minutes. Thank you." The girls quickly shuttled to their rooms like herds of cattle as they were excited to finally see them, and quickly get ready for work. Ginny grabbed Mike?s arm and tugged at him as she smiled as they walked up the stairs together. "You?ve got some big boobs there, girlie. Can I have the number to that plastic surgeon," she whispered in his ear, teasing him. "And stay away from my boyfriend when we get home, because he?ll never look you in the eyes, anyway." "So Monique, I like what you?ve done with your hair!" said Beth, as she whispered in the other ear. "Your secret is safe with me. I won?t tell anyone you are not a natural blonde" "Very funny girls," said Mike, annoyed as they entered their room. "OMG Mike," teased Ginny, as they closed the door behind them. "Lisa, I think your boyfriend is hotter than you." "Hotter than all of us!" said Lisa, laughing as she kissed him. "But he?s my hot lesbian, so back off you bitches, because I?m not sharing her with you." Everyone had a good few laughs at Mike?s expense, and then surveyed the room before looking out their balcony at the mountain. It was an amazing sight as they were staying right at the base of the slopes, and could see everyone skiing. They also looked across and could see the place where the guys were staying, and saw some of them drinking beer as they sat on their balcony. "Mike, we are teasing you, but we all love you," said Ginny. "This is a brave and romantic thing you did for Lisa. For what it?s worth, we?re proud of you and we are all here to help you. Try to remember that ok?" "Thanks," said Mike, having a slight sense of relief. "Umm, I think this must be Monique?s stuff," said Beth as she opened a dresser and held out a black lace bra and a note. "Cause its way too big for the rest of us." "Damn, you have got an entire wardrobe laid out for you," said Ginny, as she came out of the large walk in closet holding a few dresses and a post it note. "It says here are a few dresses that should fit for clubbing after work." Lisa quickly read the note, which said, "Monique, we have provided an appropriate amount of ski clothing, club wear, undergarments, and general outfits for your stay. Some of which you tried on, and some of which you didn?t. Let me know if you need more, and have fun here in Aspen with your girlfriends, Claire." "Holy shit!" said Lisa. "These people are serious out there. They don?t miss a detail. We better get down there and get dressed for work! What did everyone get for their first assignment? I?m a hostess and greeter." "I?m a coat checker," said Beth. "I?m a cocktail waitress serving drinks," said Ginny. "Me too, but I?m serving appetizers it says," said Mike. "Well, let?s get moving then," said Lisa as they left the room and headed off to work. "Wow, they are throwing him right in the fire. Aren?t they?" whispered Beth to Ginny. "A cocktail waitress!" "Trust me, I know. You are wearing a pantsuit as a coat check girl. I did my fitting for the cocktail waitress outfit and it?s pretty skimpy, and I don?t think there?s more than one type," said Ginny, whispering back to Beth. "So he?s in for a rude awakening!!"