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The salon was empty, save for a single hairdresser, and that was the
main reason that Chris had gone inside. There was no way in hell that
he'd frequent an establishment named "Salon Enchantress" unless it was
an emergency. He was in dire need of a haircut, and his usual barber is
on vacation for the next few weeks. Normally, he could wait out the few
weeks by wearing a hat, but not this time. It was a fairly standard
salon, a small place though, just two chairs and a mirror.
"Hi there!" the hairdresser, a blond woman in her thirties with a name
tag that said her name was Erika, exclaimed as she was setting up her
equipment next to one of the chairs. "How can I help you?"
"I need a haircut," Chris said, sitting down in one of the chairs.
"Well, I'd like to help you sir, but if you looked at the sign on the
door, you'd see that it says 'No Walk-Ins,'" Erika said, pointing
towards the door. "Right next to the Help Wanted sign, you see, I've
got another client coming in soon, and I don't like to keep my
appointments waiting. You're free to make an appointment, I think I
have a slot open tomorrow..."
"Yeah, but I'll be easy and quick. I mean, they're not here right now
and all I need is a trim, how complicated can that be? It's just
cutting hair! Not like it's rocket science or anything!" Chris snapped.
"It's really important, I've got a job interview tomorrow and my barber
is on vacation."
"As I've said, sir, I have that policy for a reason and it wouldn't be
fair to..." Erika started.
"What isn't fair is that you're refusing to serve me!" Chris shot back.
"Clearly you're just not that good if you can't do a simple trim
without an appointment!"
Erika's eyes went aflame at that comment. She clenched her fists and
took a deep breath, before instantly releasing it and softening her
demeanor.
"You know what? You're right, I can fit you in right now," Erika said.
"What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't, but it's Chris," Chris said.
"Chris, I like that name... All right, you've convinced me," Erika
said, as she gathered her tools. "Just lie back and relax, I'll take
care of everything from here."
"Was that so hard?" Chris asked as he settled into the chair and shut
his eyes.
Erika simply smirked as she draped the cape over Chris's neck and began
to dunk Chris's hair into the basin. Chris opened his eyes quickly.
"What's the deal with the basin?" Chris asked. "You can just start with
clippers if you don't want to miss your next appointment."
"I always start with a wash, don't worry," Erika replied soothingly.
"Just relax."
Erika began whispering to herself and holding the pendant hanging from
her neck. Chris noted how nice Erika's voice was, and how he felt more
at ease the more she spoke. After all, it's a women's salon, and they
do things differently than the neighborhood barber. If he wanted to ace
that interview, he had to put his faith into Erika.
"First things first..." Erika started to run shampoo through Chris's
hair.
As she massaged his scalp, the hair on Chris's head, which was a
slightly unkempt mop of brown hair, began to glow. Chris, naturally,
didn't notice any of this as he relished the scalp massage he was
getting.
After rinsing out Chris's hair, Erika towel-dried it, before she took
out a pair of scissors. Keeping the chair turned away from the mirror,
Erika cut and snipped the long, shiny hair, working methodically with
the scissors. Chris wondered what was taking her so long, and debated
telling her to brush the hair off his ears, since it was tickling him,
but for some reason, he decided against interrupting her process.
As if sensing his trepidation, Erika put a reassuring hand on Chris's
shoulder.
"Don't worry, honey, I'm almost done," Erika cooed.
Once she finished cutting, Erika pursed her lips as she held Chris's
newly lengthened hair in her hands.
"Aha!" Erika smiled as she started to blow dry and style Chris's hair.
Chris smiled as he felt the warm air from the blow dryer hitting his
skin, and imagined how his hair must look, given how long Erika had
taken doing it.
"And... finished!" Erika exclaimed as she finished working Chris's hair
into a tight bun that sat atop his head.
Erika quickly turned the chair around to reveal Chris's new hairstyle
to him. The moment he saw it, his jaw dropped, and all of the ease and
peacefulness was gone. Chris was angry and shocked all at once.
"How... My... What the hell did you do, lady? My hair wasn't even long
enough for..." Chris sputtered as he turned his head, trying to figure
out how Erika had done what she'd done.
"Is there something wrong?" Erika asked acerbically. "I gave you a
haircut, like you asked. This is one of my most popular cuts!"
"It's a woman's haircut!" Chris shouted. "Of course something is
wrong!"
"Oh dear... you must be right. After all, I'm just not all that good
because I can't cut hair without an appointment," Erika sighed
dramatically.
"Are you going to fix it?" Chris asked. "I can't go to my interview
like this!"
"I should hope not! And thankfully, I've got just the thing!" Erika
exclaimed.
Before Chris could react, Erika spun Chris's chair as fast as she
could, before grabbing her pendant once again and whispering. Chris
tried to escape the chair, but the force of the spinning kept him stuck
in the seat. It was spinning far more than it should be, and Chris
started to get dizzy.
Chris was so dizzy, in fact, that he didn't notice that under the cape,
his outfit, a t-shirt and pair of jeans, was changing. As the legs of
his pants melted together, the legs began to retract until they stopped
at about his mid-thigh. As the spinning continued, Chris's underwear
began to change until it was a pair of panties. His t-shirt merged with
the jeans, and the material began to change until it was a burgundy
color, as a bra appeared on Chris's chest.
"Just a few more things..." Erika focused hard as she gripped the
pendant.
Chris's sneakers started to transform, becoming a pair of heeled ankle
boots. Inside the boots, Chris's feet shrank until they fit snugly
inside, with the rest of his body quickly transforming to match.
Chris's legs became hairless and slender, his anatomy shifted
underneath the panties, with his hips and posterior expanding slightly
as well.
While in the bra, two breasts began forming until they'd filled the
cups. Chris's stomach thinned out, as his hands became dainty as they
held a death grip on the arms of the chair. His fingernails began to
grow as well, becoming polished and manicured as the changes continued
to ripple up into his face.
Chris's nose shrank, his lips puffed out and his eyebrows shaped
themselves into a feminine style. Once the changes were complete, Chris
could feel a heaviness on his eyes, cheeks and lips, and tasted
lipstick on his lips. It was almost too much for Chris to take until
the chair began to slow down, and eventually, it stopped, allowing
Chris to see the changes in full force as he gazed into the mirror.
"That can't be me..." Chris muttered, before squeaking out. "That's not
my voice!"
"Oh, but it is, Christine!" Erika quickly pulled the cape away, showing
Chris the full extent of the changes.
Chris reached up to his face with his newly manicured hand, staring at
the woman in the mirror, who was unmistakably feminine, but also
unmistakably Chris.
"Christine! No lounging on the job!" Erika grabbed Chris's other hand
and pulled him out of the chair.
Stumbling in the unfamiliar heels as he stood up, Erika handed him an
apron with a name tag attached to it, with the name "Christine" written
on it.
"What are you waiting for? Put it on!" Erika shouted.
"But... my interview..." Chris found himself putting on the apron as if
his body was on autopilot.
"No need for an interview, I think you're a perfect fit for the salon,"
Erika smirked. "In fact, I can take both those signs out of the window
now."
Erika crossed the room and pulled the "Help Wanted" and "No Walk-Ins"
sign out of the window, placing them down onto a counter. As she did,
the bell chimed and a woman strolled into the salon.
"Hi, I don't have an appointment, but I was hoping you could squeeze me
in for a cut and blowout?" the woman asked.
"I've got a client coming in, but my assistant Christine would be happy
to take care of that, isn't that right?" Erika asked, motioning for the
woman to take a seat in the chair.
"I... I..." Chris stammered.
Chris stared into the mirror, taking in the sight of the feminine
hairdresser with an immaculate bun mirroring his movements.
"Christine, I know you're pretty, but now's not the time to be
preening, get to work!" Erika admonished as her client finally entered
the salon and her focus was taken by that.
"All right..." Chris started as his hands brushed against the brushes
and scissors sitting on the counter.
Chris didn't know how to cut hair! Despite appearances, he wasn't
actually a hairdresser! Chris watched as once again, Erika's hand
drifted to the pendant once more, and somehow he knew that it wouldn't
be a challenge to take care of this customer.
The End
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