The Graceless Takeover

Lago Gracia is one of the most upscale beauty salons in Riverside County. Their quality of service couldn’t be doubted. From the salon’s receptionist to the salon’s hairdresser, all of them look top-notch and can compete with fashion models in terms of looks to assure their clients of the salon's service qualities. Their service came with a sky-high price. Most of their clientele came from celebrity backgrounds and the rich. Usually, they have less than 10 clients in a day, but they could make a hundred thousand dollars or more in a single day.

The salon’s high profile finally attracted a certain bad man’s attention.

Jack was watching from the other side of the road when he witnessed someone he suspected was a celebrity coming inside the upscale establishment. Jack was new in this city. He came here to attend the big annual music festival. Not to hear music, but to turn some unfortunate soul into his toy. The festival was a hunting ground for someone like Jack. Jack was a mind controller and quite a powerful one, he could not only controlling mind but also sculpt someone's body as he wished. Unfortunately, as powerful as he was right now, he was still some level below the apex level of mind controller, the reality bender. The change he made was local and not retroactive, anybody would notice the change.

Unfortunately, some powerful reality bender had messed up with the festival organizer and made the annual music festival cut short this year. A latecomer like Jack, who came from afar could only grit his teeth and wander around in the city to make the journey worth the cost and his energy.

Jack felt lucky. Unlike some others mind controller who chose to be low profile and prefering to mess with nobody — someone they could easily enslave and not cause them a problem—he wasn’t. He wasn't afraid of creating mayhem by changing those high-profile figures, hell, what he loved the most was toying with some high-profile figures’ lives. It gave him the dopamine rush more than mind-controlling nobody.

He walked to the front door of the salon and was stopped by the salon’s hulking security guard.

“Do you have the salon membership card or have you already made an appointment with our hairdresser, Sir?” One of the guards asked Jack.

“I don’t have both of them. I’m new in this city.’”

“Sorry, sir, we can’t let you enter.”

“Aww, man, don’t make this one hard for me,” Jack threatened.

“I advise you not to make any ruckus, Sir. we don’t want to resort to ****.”

“Fine, I will not give you a hard time. Can we shake hands for peace?”

The guard accepted Jack's offer of making peace, thinking Jack was scared of him. But shaking hands with Jack was his biggest mistake.

Jack’s powerful gift had an easy but troublesome requirement to activate; he needed to make at least a single physical contact with his victim. As long as he could touch his victims’ bodies, he could establish some kind of psychic pathway to their bodies and minds. With the pathway in place, their bodies and minds were Jack’s toys to be played with. The victim would follow Jack’s command yet think it was their own ideas, and Jack could also mold their bodies as he wished.

The guard, in an instant, lost his muscle mass and height. What was once a 6’4 feet tall man was now only a 5’2 scrawny guy who couldn’t inflict fear on anyone. His short crewcut hair grew wildly into long straight blonde hair.

Unfortunately for the big man, Jack wasn't a reality bender. Jack could change his victim's body as he wished, but his power didn’t work on clothes. He could make his victim’s tits grow to ridiculous proportions or make them vanish, adjust his victim’s hair length and style, change his victim’s height and weight, or any other physical adjustment, even make a tattoo suddenly appear on their body out of thin air as Jack manipulated his victims’ skin pigmentation, but he couldn’t make new clothes out of thin air.

Jack learned that the man was named Lawrence from reading his mind.

“You will call yourself Lauren from now on. Instead of being interested in any hobby and thing that a man stereotypically takes interest in, you will gush over girlish and feminine stuff like cute dresses, makeup, and handsome guys. You are a submissive, sissy guy who wants to submit yourself to a big, strong man.”

The words Jack said were easily absorbed by Lawrence's mind as his new truth.

“Lauren, you shouldn’t be here. Go shopping for new clothes, oversized clothes that you wear right now will not attract a guy; you shall buy a skimpy dress to show how much of a sissy you are.” Jack inserted another command into the newly minted sissy's mind.

What Jack didn’t expect was that Lauren didn’t go from there straight away. He stayed there, still guarding the door, but his face looked hesitant and in doubt.

“What’s wrong, sissy?” Jack asked.

“I want to go shopping right away, but how about my job? I can’t just leave.”

“Oops. I almost forgot to erase your ethics and commitment to this job.”

Jack entered Lauren's mind once again and tampered with the sissy guy's mind even further.

“Now, go. You no longer care about this work. Let me help you by telling the salon owner that you are quitting the job.”

Jack had erased Lauren's ambition, ethics, and drive to do his job.

Lauren no longer had his previous hesitation and finally walked away from his post without even looking back, his mind now occupied by his desire to go shopping for pretty dresses and other girlish stuff. He needed to buy a lot of sexy dresses if he wanted to impress those alpha males who would be his masters. Before the former security guard left, Jack made Lauren forget about him once he was no longer in Lauren's line of sight.

Now that the salon was guardless, Jack wasted no more time dilly-dallying outside and entered the upscale establishment to start his hunt.

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As soon as Jack entered the building, he was greeted by the salon's receptionist. An attractive brunette with light chestnut hair done in a French twist. Her makeup was immaculate. It brought out her sensual side without being whorish.

The receptionist greeted him with a typical business smile. She would not have welcomed the mind controller with such warmth if she had known what Jack had done to Lawrence. In her view, if Lawrence allowed someone to pass, it meant that the person had an appointment with the salon.

“Can I have your identities, Sir? I will help you check your appointment.”

“Oh yes, you can.” Jack handed the pretty brunette receptionist his identity card. Of course, he wouldn’t seriously allow her to verify his identity. She would easily know that Jack's name wasn't on the appointment list after a quick check. It was only a ruse by Jack to make physical contact with her.

Jack quickly took her under as soon as he established a pathway to her mind.

The receptionist's name was Barbara Pennington. She was a recent hire by the salon to replace their previous receptionist, who resigned after she married a rich man. Barbara was overqualified for the job. She had cosmetology degrees plus several other health and cosmetology-related certifications. She actually applied to be the salon’s cosmetologist, but she lost the position to another candidate. The best the salon could offer her was the position of receptionist. As Barbara was quite tight on money, she accepted the offer. It didn't pay as much as the cosmetologist position, but still, being the receptionist of one of the most elite beauty salons in the county paid her well enough.

“I prefer my receptionist to be a vapid bimbo who blows bubblegum and thinks about sex all the time when no customers are around.”

Barbara’s light chestnut hair got lighter and lighter until it lost all color and became platinum blonde. Her updo got undone as the hair grew longer. Jack gave her a new hairstyle that suited her personality as a bimbo receptionist; a twin tail. Her chest rapidly inflated to enormous fake tits as her waist got thinner, as if there was an invisible corset cinching her waist.

With her new proportion, her uniform was now a few sizes smaller for her. It now appeared scandalously short and tight on her body. The button of her blouse stressed to the limit, trying to hold her blouse together against the pressure of her cantaloupe-sized tits.

“You are Barbie, the salon’s bimbo receptionist. You may keep the knowledge related to how to make yourself pretty and sexy, but forget the rest of your education and all of your accomplishments that do not contribute to enhancing your appearance and increasing your chance of getting fucked by men. But until I leave you, you will retain your knowledge and talk normally.” He didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot by making her unable to answer her inquiry. He had enough of those newbie mind controller mistakes.

Jack continued, “After I leave you, you will fully in Bimbo mode, I want you to search for hair ties or big bows, I believe you can find one in this big salon. You will style your hair exclusively in a pigtail from now on. You will only undo your hairdo when you are taking a shower.”

“Oh, before I forget again, you don't care about my identity and don't care whether I have an appointment or not because I am a man with a big dick even when you don't see my dick yet. You are subservient to any man with a big dick. They can ask you anything, and you will try to fulfill their request in your best capacity in the hope that they will fuck you later.”

Jack finished molding Barbara into Barbie. Transforming the once overly qualified receptionist into a dumb bimbo with sex in her mind 24/7 was not enough to even be called an appetizer by Jack. His desire to create chaos and ruin life didn't quench even a little.

“So, Barbie, who is running the show in this salon?” Jack asked.

“Running the show?”

“I mean the boss here. The highest authority in this salon.” Jack clarified..

“Ah, that will be Gina. Gina is the boss here; she owns the salon.”

“Is she in the salon right now?” Jack asked Barbie again. Jack was aware that some bosses at this level of business might barely be in the office anymore and functionally be ambassador figures who travel a lot.

“Probably. Gina is not only our boss, but also our top hairstylist. Most of the time, she supervises other hairstylists too. You may find her in her office when she isn’t currently occupied with a client,” Barbie answered.

“Perfect. Can you arrange a meeting for me? You can tell her any lies using other client names, just make it so she wants to meet me.”

“Of course, anything for you, big guy.”

---

“Who are you?” Gina asked when Jack intruded into the room.

Jack didn’t reply to her. She could see that the man was checking her look. Gina had had enough of the man’s rudeness.

“Sir, I think you are entering the wrong room. I don’t think I have any appointments with you,” said Gina politely, but the deep frown on her face couldn't be hidden. Barbara had told her that Mrs.Angelina Croft, one of her celebrity clients — who was also Gina’s close friend— had come earlier than the appointed time because she wanted to discuss something with her first. Gina gave Barbara the green light to bring the celebrity to her office. But the one who came in wasn’t Angelina Croft, but an unknown man she wasn’t familiar with.

Jack kept ogling the salon’s boss despite being unwelcomed by her. Gina was definitely a woman who could be called a MILF. If Jack hadn't asked Barbie beforehand for some information regarding Gina, he would have thought Gina was a woman in her mid-30s at most instead of in her mid-40s she actually was. Jack expected no less from a woman who owned an upscale beauty salon.

Gina was a Spanish lady. She had shiny, wavy, dark brunette hair and an olive skin tone. Gina was a winner in a genetic lottery with a natural 38E cup on her chest. She adopted a strict diet and workout regime to keep her body shapely and fit. She exuded an air of charisma around her.

Like the rest of her employees, Gina wore the salon uniform, which consisted of a modest blouse and skirt. But while the rest of her employees had a light pink uniform, only Gina wore a black-colored uniform, with her Salon’s logo emblazoned in gold font.

“Well, you have an appointment with me now. My name is Jack. Jack Lord. I have an interesting business offer for you that you will find hard to refuse.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t entertain offers from business partners whose track records I am unfamiliar with. Please leave before I call security. If you still feel interested in partnering with our salon, please submit your business proposal to my assistant.”

“Your assistant? That bitch outside named Sasha? I fear you need to hire a new assistant because I have turned her into a Mexican domestic maid who hardly understands any English.”

Before Jack entered the room to meet Gina, he was stopped by a middle-aged woman named Sasha outside Gina’s office. From Barbie’s information, Sasha was not only Gina’s personal assistant but also her protege in business and closest confidant. She had been working with Gina for a decade since she was 25 years old. The now 35-year-old Sasha was a woman with a keen business acumen.

It was easily understandable why Sasha stopped him. Jack was accompanied by Barbara, who looked so different from what she used to look. It only took Sasha a few moments to realize that Barbie was actually Barbara the receptionist,and she instantly noticed something was wrong with her coworker. She had met with Barbara earlier this morning and she sure as hell that the receptionist wasn’t looking like someone out of porn movies. Sasha, with her keen sense and knowledgeable mind suspected that the man was the one behind Barbara’s transformation. The blonde-haired middle-aged personal assistant tried to put a brave front and didn’t let Jack meet up with Gina, she knew the man was dangerous. But unfortunately for Sasha, her bravado amounted to nothing as Jack moved quickly to grasp her hand. She instantly fell under Jack’s control once Jack established the pathway to her mind. If it was any other time, Jack would craft an elaborate transformation for Sasha, but Jack wanted to meet Gina more than tangling with Sasha. For him, Gina and Sasha could be compared to an expensive toy and a toy you could just buy from a street vendor on the side of the road. Jack, of course, chose to play with the expensive toy. So, to put Sasha out of the picture quickly, he made her an illegal Mexican immigrant who only knew a small amount of English. Her fair skin turned caramel color and her blonde hair turned black and curly Her years of business knowledge were replaced with knowledge to do house chores properly. Jack still let Sasha have her keen business sense but with a different business focus. She would be keen enough to notice if the man of the house was horny and checking on her. She would offer her three holes for the master of the house for some extra salary and tips.

After Jack finished reprograming Sasha, he sent her away by commanding her to seek a happily married family to offer her service as cheaply as possible. With her bombshell figure, she would be a hard-to-resist temptation for the man of the house. He transformed Sasha into a homewrecker who would ruin the marriage for whoever foolish enough to hire her.

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Back to the present.

“What do you mean you turn her into a Mexican domestic maid? I won’t let you demean my personal assistant or any other employee!”

“So, what will you do if I demean your employee? Will you slap me?” Jack provoked Gina.

“Yes, thanks for the ideas.”

Gina fell into Jack’s trap because of her anger.

He grasped her hand before her palm fell on his cheek, “I don’t lie when I said I turned your assistant into an uneducated Mexican maid. I will show you how I do it.”

He put Gina under his control. Jack started Gina’s transformation from her hair. Her shiny black hair fell in a clump to the floor as if someone was shearing them. Her long, graceful mane turned into boyishly short. Not the kind of stylish short but a messy and ugly one like her hair was cut by someone amateur who didn’t know about hairstyling and had a problem with their aesthetic. Which was the truth because Jack's aesthetic was quite twisted.

Her hair transformation didn’t stop just at that. The shiny brunette color that Gina once had faded, in its place was a mousy, unremarkable dull brown.

Next, Jack began to change her face. He made her look even younger than she was now. Jack was regressing Gina’s age. Gina now looked like she was a 20-year-old girl. But while the previous Gina was an attractive MILF, the current her was an unremarkable woman whose face didn’t stand out in any aspect, a plain Jane. But Jack was not done yet messing with Gina’s face. He made her teeth crooked and uneven. He also made her face oily and had a lot of freckles. Jack wanted Gina to look like a typical loser nerd who didn’t give a shit about maintaining her appearance.

Gina lost all the curves in her body. Her prized natural 38EE-cup breasts was nowhere to be seen, as she was only possessing an AA cup now. Unless she got a breast implant, her chest would never have any curves except her always erect, thick-as-thumb nipples. A similar fate happened to her shapely, bubbly buttock, which she achieved from strict workout regimes she zealously did daily in the gym. Gone was any trace of her hard work in the gym, her rearside was now unremarkably flat.

Jack also adjusted the Spanish lady’s height and weight to fit his vision. Gina, who once was 5’6 feet tall, got her height shortened until she was barely 5 feet tall. Her weight had also gone down from her ideal body weight to unhealthily skinny.

“Let’s keep your name as Gina, but you aren’t Gina Garcia anymore. People would not believe that you are Gina Garcia when you look this young, so you will introduce your name as Gina Lafea, Gina Garcia’s niece. You will tell others that Gina had bestowed her salon to you and chose you as her successor while she retired and faded into the background. As Gina Lafea, you have a strange fixation on women’s vagina, but that doesn’t mean you are a lesbian. On the contrary, you hate your fellow women, especially pretty women. You are jealous of them. The only good thing you like about your fellow women is their vagina, their pussy. That is the very reason you built this salon, Lago Gracia – No, Lack of Grace. You played the long game, building your salon’s reputation to be one of the best, but now it’s time to move on to the next step. Lack of Grace isn’t a beauty salon; it is an uglification salon. With your reputation, your clients will not suspect a thing even if you give them a ridiculous haircut or bad makeup that makes them look ugly. You are malicious and don’t have any hesitation about sabotaging your clients. If you find a chance, you will stage an accident that will result in ruining your client’s clothes, like ripping or staining them with hard-to-clean liquid. From now on, you will stock several ridiculous-looking dresses and extremely skimpy dresses in your offices. You will pick one of those clothes and **** your clients to change into it after you ruin their clothes. Of course, when they are naked, you will not miss your chance to seduce them so they let you lick their pussy.”

“And now, let’s talk about your employee. Most of your salon’s employees have a top-notch appearance, so you also hate them and want them to look stupid. But before you take any action toward them, you will **** them to sign a draconian contract with you that basically will turn them into your slaves who need to obey all of your whims. You will sue and ruin the life of any of your employees who refuse to sign the contract. You have the power to do it and should show them that you are a heartless, ugly monster After all of your employees sign the contract, you will ask all of them to wear braces, ugly braces, full-time, whether they need them or not. You will seek a bad orthodontist and make some business deal with them. You will refer all your employees to them to get their braces done. You want to ruin their face and perfect smile, so you will make some agreements with the dentist beforehand to set the braces incorrectly to make their mouth an absolute nightmare of poor dental work. At the very least, the damage the brace causes to their jaw and teeth needs to take years to fix or can’t be fixed at all. Of course, it will be unfair and can cause a needless ruckus if your employee undergoes that, but you don’t, so you will get one too for solidarity purposes, an even uglier and poor one. Next, let's talk about your salon’s uniform; you need a whole new uniform for your employee. For the skirt; you want your salon’s uniform to have a very, very tight pencil skirt that comes to her ankles. A hobble skirt that is very tight around the butt and thighs. You want it to be so tight that your employee can only take baby steps or risk being tripped. For the colors, the skirt should be white with yellow polka dots. Now the top should be something controversial and look stupid, so, you want a neon green fishnet crop top. Have them wear hydrant red washing gloves too. And their shoes should not have less than 5 inches of heels.”

Jack finished molding Gina into the abusive power-tripping loser that he envisioned. He poured his desire to create chaos on her. But molding Gina was still not yet enough to make Jack feel like he was making enough chaos. There was still someone inside the salon that he wanted to ruin, the suspected celebrity he had seen before.

“When you regain your consciousness, you will treat me with the utmost hospitality. You know that I have the power to change people, the power you dreamed of. You practically worship me and dedicate the salon to me, in the hope that I will help you **** all those pretty women you feel jealous of.”

Jack released his control over the Spanish girl and woke her up. The moment she regained her awareness, Gina saw Jack with an entirely new attitude, there was no anger or hostility, only passion and worship. Unlike others that Jack had changed, Jack let Gina retain the memory before Jack changed her, and she was even aware that Jack had changed her, but she couldn’t exert any negative memory like hatred, or anger toward Jack. In her mind, the current her, Gina Lafea was her true self, and Gina Garcia was the life she fabricated with the help of a body sculptor like Jack. But now, to move on to the next phase of her plan, Jack turned her back into Gina Lafea. Yes, Jack let Gina keep her memories but also tampered with them and twisted them. He couldn’t make retroactive changes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tamper with someone's memories and make them remember their lives differently; it was just that the change was only personal; other people would not have the same fabricated memories as his victim. As far as Gina could remember now, she and Jack had known each other for a long time.

“Gina, can you tell me who the celebrity who is currently having an appointment with one of your beautician?”

“Ah, that’s Talia Swift. I think Sydney is the one who handles her. Talia always chooses Sydney as her beautician for her appointment.”

“Talia Swift? That iconic pop princess?”

“Yes, the one and only Talia Swift,” Gina answered.

Jack couldn’t believe his luck that he could catch a big fish — No, a whale today. Many ideas surfaced in his mind about what he wanted to transform the pop princess into.

“Can you call Sydney here right now? I want to know what is so special about her that Talia will pick her every time. If we want to change Talia, I think we should start with Sydney,” Jack said.

“Okay, Master Jack, just wait a minute. If I say it is an emergency, Sydney will have **** but to come here even if it interferes with her work.”

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A few moments later, a pretty pink-haired woman entered the room. Jack who waited behind the door, ambushed her and took her under his control before she was able to notice who jumped on her. Sydney was the prettiest woman Jack had ever seen so far ever since he got into the salon. Granted, he had only met Barbara, Sasha, and Gina. All their appearance were top notch but Sydney was still a level above them. If Hollywood was still hiring pretty actresses as their stars like a decade ago, Sydney’s pretty face would fit the criterion. Sydney was 29 years old. Aside from her pink hair, Jack didn’t find anything on her body like piercings or tattoos that an alt girl stereotypically had, so Jack assumed that Sydney dyed her hair for fun without any intention to embrace an alternative lifestyle.

Jack began to dig into Sydney's memories to see her relationship with Talia. Jack found interesting things when he read her memories. Sydney might not be an alt girl, but she was a lesbian. What he did not expect was that she would be successful in seducing Talia Swift, the well-known heartbreaker who changed boyfriends like she was changing clothes. Some people had guessed that she was lesbian or bi and her boyfriend was only a cover, but even Paparazzi never found Talia going out with a girl. Jack never expected that he would stumble upon this big secret.

“Such a waste of her pretty face,” Jack mumbled.

Sydney’s pink hair turned to golden blonde color. Her long hair was shortened to shoulder length. Her hair got curly until it styled into Marylin Monroe’s vintage hairstyle. Her pretty face didn’t change much except her lips, which got fuller and plumper but still a level below the beestung lips that bimbo often had. Her eyelashes got longer as if she had permanent mascara put on.

Her perky C-cup boobs were swollen into 38 EE-cups like what Gina formerly had. Her big tits looked all natural, unlike what Barbie/Barbara had.

“You are no longer a lesbian. In fact, you now love cock so much, but not every cock. You will devote your life to a single cock, your lover’s cock, but before you find your lover, you will not be picky about whose cock enters your three holes. You will resign from this job effective immediately, working isn't something that traditional women like you should do. After you leave this building, you will hunt for a man to be your husband. The more irresponsible, perverse, and emotionally immature he is, the more you think he is the one for you. But you don't want to marry an unemployed person, your soon-to-be husband needs to have a job, even a dead-end job is fine for you, so both of you can fall into the role of traditional husband and wife. After you marry him, you will be his perfect Stepford wife and baby factory. You will obey any of his whims and tirelessly seduce him to fill your womb with his baby batter as long as you aren't pregnant. You may focus on your health during the pregnancy, but as soon as you have delivered the baby, you will go back to being a devout wife who puts her husband as her priority more than life itself. Before you get married to men, you will only wear the most conservative top from now on to show these men that you want to be a conservative trad wife, but in contrast, you will only wear the extremely skimpy skirts that give any man easy access to your pussy. Of course, you need to tell them before they fuck you that if you end up pregnant, they need to be responsible and marry you. This will increase your chance to finding the one. Oh, from now on, you should also never wear any shoes; you will go barefoot anywhere except if a man tells you to wear shoes for that occasion.”

Jack converted the lesbian Sydney into a cockloving slut who would turn into a barefoot and pregnant baby factory Stepford wife as soon as she got married. The manchild who ended up marrying Sydney would be very lucky, but not for Sydney herself.

Jack sent Sydney away and took her place in taking care of Talia’s makeover.

“Have you come back, Sydney? What took you so long?” Talia asked. Her eyes were currently covered with a cucumber slice placed atop them. Before Sydney left her, she was giving Talia a facial mask.

Jack didn't answer the pop princess before he touched her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Swift. I'm not Sydney; she's probably too busy begging a man to fuck her in the street right now.”

“Who –”

Before Talia could even complete her sentence to ask Jack’s identity, Jack had seized her mind.

Jack peeled the facial mask from Talia's face to admire the pretty celebrity's face from a close distance. He had a sudden desire to leave his cum on her pretty face as a tribute and achievement. He wanted to brag that he had cum on Talia's face once.

Jack caved in to his intrusive thoughts and quickly got his cock out. He rubbed the tips of his cock on Talia's cheek, then moved his cock to her lips and rubbed it across her lips like it was lipgloss. He stroked his cock and sprayed his cum on her face.

Cumming on her face had brought back Jack's clarity of mind. He felt stupid, if he wanted a blowjob, he could turn her into a slut and then wake her up. It was a better way to get him cumming than him rubbing his cock on her face. Well, he had sprayed his load, and it was too late to regret it. He would let Talia Swift beg for his cock at another opportunity, but for now, it's time to change the pop singer to what he desires.

Talia's blonde hair turned into purple color. The hairs on the side fell in clumps and only left soft stubbles on her scalp; meanwhile, the hair in the center gained some volume and lengthened before it twisted into braids gathered in the center. Jack was giving Talia a twisted mohawk hairstyle.

Next, Jack moved to her face. Jack’s cum on her face was quickly absorbed by her skin. Talia's once fair and healthy skin suddenly turned to a porcelain milky white, as if her skin had an albinism. Her irises turned red as if she were wearing lenses. Vulgar words began to appear on her face as a tattoo. The words Wicked Banshee appear on her forehead. On her left cheek, there was the number 666 branded on her. And on her right cheek was a pentagram tattoo. Her lips turned black even without lipstick, and on her lower lip, there was ‘cumslut’ tattooed in white ink. Jack was not done yet with giving Talia tattoos. After he undressed her from her dress, more tattoos started to cover her collarbone, torso, arms, crotch, back, and buttock. Her body quickly filled with vulgar-looking and wicked tattoos that were full of cursing words. Jack felt a bit mischievous and gave Talia a tattoo that read Jack’ass on her buttock. People could interpret it as Jack's ass or Jackass. Jack also gave her a much bubblier backside so that her ass would stand out if she wore pants or shorts. He didn’t change her breast size but gave Talia longer and more sensitive nipples. He made her nipples black in color as if they were dyed with black ink, making a stark contrast with her pale skin.

“Rather than Talia Swift the pop princess, you will take Ta’Liar the Screaming Banshee as your new stage identity. You love metal music, especially **** metal; forget about singing pop. Pop songs are trash music in your ears from now on. You are a punk slut. You act and dress like a punk groupie. You prefer to be a lowly punk slut than have yourself singing pop songs ever again. Oh, also forget any moral that you have, people outside often spread rumors that you are a horrible human being behind your facade of the pop princess, so play it out, show them how wicked you are. After you regain your awareness, you will get a lot of piercings for yourself. Face, ears, tongue, nipple, navel, clitoris, labia,you want to get a piercing for those body parts. But we know, one isn’t enough for you. ”

“Now, wake up and create mayhem, my lovely Ta’Liar.”

---

Jack didn’t need to wait a long time to hear about the sensation that the punk slut Ta’Liar the Screaming Banshee caused. People still thought of her as Talia Swift, so they questioned her sudden drastic change of style. The internet was flooded with her news. In one news story, Jack saw that Ta’Liar gave a middle finger and stuck her tongue out to the photographer while they photographed her in the middle of fucking a big man who seems to be a part of a random no-name local metal band. In this one photo, Ta’Liar body and face had been fully decorated with piercings. She had a few ring piercings on the eyebrows, one ring piercing in the nostril and two studs on her bridge. Jack also spotted a snake bite piercing on her lip. What gave Jack a nice surprise was Ta’Liar’s tongue. There was no piercing on her tongue, but she had a split tongue like a snake. Down below, her nipples were decorated with a golden ring that had skull pendants attached to it. There was quite a big chunk of ruby pierced in her navel. Unfortunately, the photographer couldn’t get any photos of her labia, but Jack believed her labia had also a lot of ring-piercings

It seemed that the photographer was still a friend of the man Ta’Liar fucked so that he could get an interview with the newly minted punk slut. The title of the article made Jack chuckle, ‘Dangerous punk on the loose, pop princess no more, the banshee is here!’

The End.

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