The pampering continues

Eleanor peered down at you from above as you stared upwards, head resting in the sink. “Girls, after you’re done there, she needs a touch up on her brows, too.”

“Eleanor, I...” you were shut down as she began drying your hair with a towel, sitting you back up in the chair. You could feel and smell the nail polish being applied to your nails.

The towel was draped over your shoulders. You looked at Madge and Shannon, a pleading look on your face, trying to get them to help you.

Shannon smiled up at you. “You know, Erica, you really should be wearing stockings.”

“Oh!” Madge added, “I can’t wait to see you as a blonde. The men will be all over you when we go out this weekend!”

Shannon smiled at Madge, adding, “We May need to take her shopping for things to match her new look!”

“Something fitted! She’ll be a blonde bombshell!”

“How many girdles do you own, Erica?” Shannon asked as Eleanor began wrapping a lock of your hair in a paper and tightly rolling it around a curler. You tried to get up, but between Eleanor’s vice-like grip on your hair and a firm hand on your shoulder, your fate was sealed.

A woman came in the shop, and Shannon stood to go over and greet her. Meanwhile, more hair was rolled around the curlers as Madge attacked your eyebrows, making them thinner than ever, with a pointed arch.

The woman walked over with Shanon to see what Eleanor was doing. “So, is this the new girl here i’ve heard so much about?” She asked.

“Oh, hello Sarah!” Eleanor said. “This is Erica. Erica, this is Sarah. She’s a dear old friend. And she’s the wife of a doctor! Erica was just saying that she wanted to be the center of attention, so she’s going platinum blonde.”

“You’ll look lovely, dear!” Sarah said with a smile. “You know, if you don’t mind, one of Roger’s doctor friends is single. I’m sure he’d love to get to know you. I take it you’re available?”

“A doctor!” Madge gasped. “She’s VERY available!”

You glared at Madge. Why were the women in this town so anxious to see you date a man?

The perm continued. After tightly winding up your hair, Eleanor unwound a cotton roll around your hairline and began applying an eye-stingily smelly solution all over your head.

“We’ll do the perm first, then the color,” she explained to you.

Meanwhile, Sarah had her hair washed and had it set in curlers.

You had a plastic shower cap type thing stretched over your curler covered head and were led over to the dryers, where the dome was settled over your head. You could feel the chemical soup warming up as the dryer was turned on. In just a few minutes, Sarah was seated under the dryer next to you. She smiled sweetly at you as you were stuck getting this unwanted makeover.