Remote control hair styles.

Rita only had time to notice that they had left her hair bright pink when the artificial strands started to move again. They didn't just tremble this time, but moved drastically. She could feel it draw up curl around itself. Rita thrashed in the chair as much as possible. The movement ceased. Rita saw the nurse smiling, and the maid's behind her whispering to one another.

"Show her."

The same maid as before held up the mirror again. Rita's new hair hung in perfect pig tails. Before her eyes it began to move again, this time forming a pony tail. More styles followed, each more outrageous than the last. Her hair finally ceased it's wild transformations, leaving it stuck as a sort of mohawk. Rita's grunts of protest elicited laughter from her captors. A blonde maid approached the nurse and whispered in her ear, catching Rita's eyes. The nurse smiled.

"I think that is an excellent idea. But she is to remain bound at all times. Have a preference for her hairstyle?"

"The pigtails," said the maid, staring directly at Rita. There was something predatory about that gaze. Rita jerked as her hair formed itself into the maid's request. Perfect pink pigtails. The nurse and two of the maids turned to leave, pausing to manipulate the chair's controls. The arms of the chair whirred back behind the chair, taking Rita's bound limbs with them. The front legs of the hair parted, spreading Rita's legs wide. She was suddenly acutely aware of her own nudity. And the maids's predatory gaze.

"Have fun," called the nurse. "Don't leave any marks."

The cell door buzzed as it slammed shut, leaving them alone.