Clothes shopping first

There was NO way that Andrew was going near that salon, he had to escape before it came to that. But how? As he thought it over, he turned to Kristi.

"I'd like to pick the outfit first." Andrew said.

"All right, just let me know when you're done and I'll take the security tags off and bring you over to the salon." Kristi said.

"Sounds great." Andrew weakly smiled as he walked down an aisle.

He looked around for a bit, as Kristi kept a close eye on him and he was never entirely out of her sight. He poked and prodded, but never picked anything up.

He could sense that Kristi was starting to get confused by his actions, so he idly picked up a casual-looking powder blue dress with a fitted skirt and started looking over it, as Kristi observed. She seemed satisfied and eventually, Kristi was called away by another customer. Andrew saw his chance.

Andrew placed the dress down onto a display table and started to sprint towards the entrance of the store, only to be met by another young woman who he nearly ran into. Andrew started to apologize and start to walk away when Kristi caught up with him.

"Andrea!" Kristi exclaimed. "Where are you going?"

"Oh uh... something came up. I have to meet with my friend, Brian, so I can't stay." Andrew attempted to explain.

"Well, if you're meeting your boyfriend, then the makeover is just what you need." Kristi said.

"No, I didn't say that, he's not my..." Andrew started.

But he was cut off as Kristi dragged him into the salon next door, Beauty Mark. The salon was fairly empty, with one woman getting her hair done and several employees around the place, all women. Andrew froze as he figured that one of them would see through his not at all convincing disguise like Kristi had.

"Hey girls, this is Andrea. She's here for a makeover, on me. Give her the works." Kristi said, before turning to Andrew. "I'll finish putting together your outfit and meet you here when you're done, kay?"

"Wait, I..." Andrew started, but stopped. He turned towards the inside of the salon.

"Come on, honey, let's get to work." the woman standing near the empty salon chair said.

Andrew sighed and: