Brain... I mean Hair Wash

"A nice hair wash, that will clear things up?"

John felt the charisma of Petra wash over him. Whatever she said seemed right in a way. "Oui..." she said softly.

Petra clapped her hands and Yvette helped John stand up.

"Not like that Yvette, she shouldn't go out there naked," Petra said eyeing the full beauty she had just created.

Yvette went to a side room and pulled out a black silk kimono and helped John put it on. The walk to the hair salon was easy and Yvette sat John down in chair in front of a sink. The type that would lean back and let a hairstylist shampoo the woman's hair. "Lean back and everything will become clear," said Yvette.

"Merci, belle," said John.

Yvette quickly pulled out a bottle of expensive shampoo labelled Paris Cleanse. She worked her fingers through the silken hair of the new woman. Allowing the suds to do their work. Petra was not only an entrepreneur, but she had also created a line of shampoos that were able to suck out the history of a person and implant a new one through their hair. Yvette was quite safe using her hands, the formula only worked on longer flowing hair.

John began to moan as the shampoo took effect. The knowledge of his previous life slipping away with the water.

Petra raised a hand to Yvette to stop. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" she asked the raven haired beauty.