You're dragged inside

"Seriously, Beth," you sigh impatiently. "What is this place?"

"You'll see, John... Just come inside."

"Like I have a choice... I rather like having my hand attached to my arm, and you don't seem to be letting go."

She sticks her tongue out at you as she leads you into the salon. Where normally a salon would have chairs facing windows, this salon seems to have some type of sex toys mounted on stands sticking out of the floor. You shudder subtly as you're led deeper into the store. Spotting an employee, Beth waves and starts to run toward the other women. Desperately trying to remain on your feet, you do your best to keep up with her. As you near the other women, Beth slows down and attempts to catch her breath; the store is apparently much bigger than you realized from the outside and you've come quite a ways.

"Casey, I'm so glad you're working today," Beth says as she hugs the other woman tightly.

Having use of your hand again, you look around for someplace to sit down that doesn't involve inserting something up your ass; you've never really had a problem with gay people or sex, but you never harbored a desire for it either.

Once you've looked the entire place over, you come to realize that you'll just have to stand. You sigh audibly as you take a closer look at all the 'amenities' this place has to offer. It does seem that this so-called salon does have the more typical things you'd usually expect... However, the main focus still seems to be on sex. You just shake your head and remind yourself to not think about it too hard. That was the advice you were given, and it's served you pretty well so far.

Just then you feel a tap on your bare shoulder, and turn to see Beth and Casey staring you down. "Um, yeah?"

"John, this is my girlfriend Casey. She just agreed to give you a makeover!"

"What kind of makeover?" you ask, somewhat apprehensively.

Beth has a look in her eyes that you've only seen a few times before, usually when she has some scheme up her sleeve. Although she's a bit short on sleeves right now, you have no doubt she's hatched some sort of plan that you may or may not enjoy.

She pulls you over to where Casey is standing, and signals her to begin the explanation.

"You see, John, we've come up with a way to alter anyone's sexual preferences using a combination of hypnosis, guided meditation, and some proprietary techniques that I'm not at liberty to talk about. Since Beth told me that she really likes you and you are a heterosexual male, we are also going to try a new experimental technique to alter your gender. I don't mean simply reassign your gender the old-fashioned way, mind you; this technique actually alters you down to the DNA."