Mom wanted a girl, tricked you

"I don't know," you say, "My mom set up an appointment for me."

"Oh yes, we were told to be expecting you," he says. "Please come this way."

He takes you to a hallway that leads to a variety of other rooms. Each one with a stylist working on a beautiful woman.

"We don't often take requests like this, but your mother insisted."

"Yeah, she can be a bit of a bitch," you say. "Is this some sort of spa appointment?"

"Oh, you'll see."

He leads you to your own room. There is a mirror in front of you and a salon chair. You take a seat and he pulls a black apron over you.