Salon Chair

Bruce stumbled into a nearby salon chair.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't know what's come over me."

Petra nodded, "Don't worry, darling, I'll help you get ready in no time."

Bruce nodded as Petra threw an salon apron over his head.

"What do you like in a woman?" she asked.

Bruce couldn't help but think of Selina Kyle. That short black hair, that lithe figure, and those breasts. Petra knew what Bruce wanted before he could even say it.

"I know exactly what you want," She said as she pulled out a pair of scissors and a comb. "Don't even have to do much work for this part."

She began to pull Bruce's hair longer as though by magic. He was given a short raven bob. Petra then began to apply some makeup.

"Don't worry, darling, you can afford to be a bit more beautiful."

Bruce wanted to rebel, but he felt the makeup too relaxing. The way the brush applied blush gave him a warm feeling inside himself. The lipstick tickled his lips and he let out a soft moan, higher pitched than he usually did.

"Lets get you into a dress," Petra said, she looked at the black salon apron. "I think I can work with this."

She aimed her hair clippers at Bruce like a magic wand and did a satisfying flick of her wrist. The apron began to constrict around Bruce's body. His muscles began to shrink and he felt his bones crack as he writhed trying to move. Then the top of the apron parted revealing slender shoulders and a pair of lovely breasts. The black fabric cinched itself up to his waist creating an attractive hourglass figure as white silk began to flow from beneath it. His dress shoes had changed into black high heels.

"What just happened?" Bruce asked in a seductive voice.

"Oh, I got you ready for you wedding, Bree," she said triumphantly, "And I do say you are my best work yet."