Let go

Much like the last time she was in the salon, Alexa's answer to the question of holding it was already made up. Releasing her control, she filled her diaper, just barely managing to not overflow the poor thing. Truly at ease now, she didn't have a single care in the world.

As she slept, the woman worked away on Alexa. After a few minutes, she felt her work was done, and she wiped down the remaining wax and other materials. Placing her tools down, she allowed herself a moment to relax from her craft; a purtid small hit her nose, and she realized the source.

"I think she's had a little accident." The worker said to Carol once she was in the room. Carol, standing outside and talking to her husband, raised an eyebrow at the revelation and returned with the backpack.

"Do you mind if I..." Carol questioned, letting a nod from the woman.

"Of course, of course. Poor dear is probably so tuckered out she'll sleep through the change." The salon worker said, playing lookout for Carol as she changed Alexa.

She was right, in some way. Alexa slept through every part of the change until Carol put the tabs against her flesh. Opening her eyes like a woman drowning, Alexa looked around, shocked at the current position she was, and noticing the salon worker, Alexa shut her eyes. It was over soon after, and Carol stood Alexa up in front of a full length mirror.

What the woman had done was....amazing. Alexa's eyebrows were much more defined, with her eyelashes popping out naturally. Some beauty magic meant the few blemishes and blackheads on Alexa's face were removed. Her skin was...perfect actually.

"Just an eyelash perm, some touch ups around her eyebrows, and blackhead removal. I have a few creams she should start using; I can tell if she doesn't take care of her skin now, come the teenage years, she'll be getting pimples." The salon worker said, clearly selling product to Carol. She obliged, and Alexa found an assortment of creams rubbed into her face.

By the end of it, Alexa had received new pink nails on both her hands and toes, and a face full of chemicals. Sent out by Carol to throw the dirty diaper away, Alexa looked over her shoulder, and noticed no one staring. Hopefully no one said a thing. They didn't.

Carol left the salon with Alexa, smiling.

"Your hair looks very nice." Carol commented at the fresh faced Alexa.

"You too. Even if you stuck with boring blonde." Alexa teased.

"Hey missy, keep it up and you'll talk yourself into a spanking." Carol said with faux seriousness, getting a look of sympathy from a passing by father. Alexa, losing the battle, said nothing until she was in her car seat. Carol got her fair share of good pictures of Alexa.

"He thought you were serious!" Alexa stuttered out. "And...why'd you have to change me in the salon....."

"Oh, relax. You're the one who decided to use her diaper, not me...." Carol replied.