The Perma-nator

"It sounds divine," responded Jasmine, her eyes still transfixed on her reflection as Petra showed her to the stairs.

Petra sat her down in front of a machine that looked like a chair with a honey comb helmet above it. "This is the perma-nator. It can finalize anything as well as give any woman the perfect haircut."

Jasmine examined the device, a tiny voice inside her told her no. Don't let the devil woman do this to her. But Jasmine silenced it. For too long she was John a weak nobody. Petra did something that no one else ever did for her. Show her the path she wanted in life. And with that Jasmine sat in the machine.

When the honeycomb encompassed her head the last thought John had was, "Dear God, why did I go to the bathroom in a dress shop-"

The wind and hairspray swept away the masculine, sports and video games, replacing it with the feminine, primping and seduction. The process took less than five minutes. When the device lifted Jasmine had beautifully stylized hair and a mind without John.She stood up and walked to the mirror examining the way her silky dress hugged her soft skin.

"Today, I will be wed," she said to herself, "And no one will stop me."

Petra smiled at this, "Your limo is awaiting, my princess."

Jasmine hugged her with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, mistress."

"Ssshh! Don't cry child you will ruin the make up. Go. Now."

And with that Jasmine walked to the limo and to her new fate.