The Salon

The salon. It was a small building, white and boutique-like, and inside were rows and rows of women in various stages of pampering. I was almost in shock thinking about what horrors awaited me inside, but I couldn’t exactly hesitate as I was tethered to the police officer.

“Ok, you’re a bit disheveled, so I thought it would be nice to treat you to a bit of a pampering session and a makeover before your date!” The officer smiled, pulling me in.

He waved at a woman in the back. She was beautiful, wearing a floral sundress and a big hat, her golden hair coming down to her back. She bounced over with a girlish whimsy and greeted me. “Hiya, what’s your name!?” Her bubbly voice **** a smile on me.

“My... my name is”, I tried to think fast, “Kendra”

It was the first name to come to mind for some reason, but now that’s what I was stuck with.

“Well, Kendra. It is so nice to meet you! My name is Kelly! Come on back with me and we’ll get your makeover started!” She said.

The officer unlocked the handcuffs and I was put into the grips of another, much more girly bondage: the salon chair.

I was sat down, a smock pulled around my body with just my head sticking out.

“Your face feels so rough, babe” Kelly said, “Let’s get you moisturized.”

She pulled out a big tub of lotion and began rubbing it all over my face, taking special care to get it into every nook and cranny. Letting it sit for a minute, my face began to feel tingly, but before I could think much about it, Kelly grabbed a towel and began to wipe my down. She pulled a mirror up to my face and it not only looked much smoother and completely hairless, but much lighter in tone.

“Looks good, huh!” Kelly said, “It’s a brand-new mix. Softens skin and has the added benefit of permanent hair removal! No more pesky shaving for you, gal!”

“P...permanent?”, I muttered, realizing that I had gotten in too far.

“Yup! Anyway, let’s get that mess of hair you got all fixed up!” She whistled, and several other stylists came in, brushes and spray bottles in hand.

My hair was naturally pretty matted up. I’m a surfer, so it comes with the territory. My hair was shoulder length and a huge mess, but those girls got to work and began yanking my head forward in back, taking special care to get every single knot out of there. During this process, several shells and jellyfish fell to the floor, probably nesting in there after my earlier tumble, and it was very painful, feeling them all pull on my hair. The pulling stopped and I felt the girls change directions, clipping something to the bottom ends of my hair and brushing out, taking their time to get everything right. My hair suddenly felt much heavier, and they pulled away to reveal that they had added some really long extensions. Now my hair went down to the small of my back and was fully straightened. The girls brushed my hair forward, with the front covering my face completely before I heard the snip of scissors. They gave me bangs, framing my face in the way a girl would and stepping away, admiring their work.

Kelly showed a mirror to my face and I gasped in shock. What the hell did they do to me?!

My mouth couldn’t make the words, so it only whimpered.

“Awww, she likes it!” Kelly squealed, “Don’t worry, this will only last for the night. Then you’ll be able to go back to whatever style you like”

I made a sigh of relief, but that relief was stymied when Kelly brought out the palettes of makeup.

“Ok, let’s get started!” She smiled, attacking my face with what felt like an endless barrage of products.

First, she hit my face with a thin layer of foundation to match my skin tone and smooth out any blemished. Then she grabbed the concealer, masterfully contouring my face into a more feminine, “sexy” shape. My nose looked smaller, my jaw looked thinner, and my cheeks looked much more pronounced. Then she grabbed a nice pink blush and told me to smile, to which I obliged. She dusted my cheeks and moved up, gluing on some false lashes and hitting them with mascara, my eyelids with black eyeliner. She even took the time to flare it out, giving me a cat eye look. For eye shadow, she grabbed an emerald green color and hit the tops of my eye lids, giving them an almost metallic shine. Lastly, she picked a rosy red lipstick and grabbed my lips, forcing them to pucker while she painted it on thick. She stepped back and admired her work, grabbing the mirror to show me.

“I.. I..” I couldn’t believe what I saw. I looked exactly like an attractive woman from head to toe, and as Kelly whipped the smock away, I was almost in love. This was freaky, so I got up and decided now was as good a time as any to run. I wasn’t even paying attention as the heels became too much for me to handle. I tumbled over, hitting a bucket on the way down. A torrent of liquid drenched me, and as I got up, Kelly was standing over me, laughing.

“Looks like you took a tumble and ruined your bathing suit, girly.” She laughed awkwardly, “Sadly, that bucket was full of a makeover setting liquid. You’re gonna be stuck with this look for a while”

“WHAT?!”, I screamed, “How long?!”

“It depends, but I’ve seen it last as long as a year. I’m so sorry” She looked genuinely apologetic and had grabbed a package of something.

“It looks like your bathing suit is ruined, so the least I could do is get you a new outfit. You’re a little taller than me, so this might not exactly fit, but it’ll be close.

She pulled out a dress. It was a bright green, and by the looks of it, it would be skimpy even on Kelly. But I didn’t have any options, so I grabbed it. Kelly also handed me a pair of panties and a bra, as my bathing suit didn’t have any of that. She left the room and I looked upon the sexy outfit in front of me. I pulled my bathing suit off, shocked to see that at least a decent chunk of the figure it had created had stuck, with my waist caved in and my hips still flaring out. I pulled the panties up, grabbing my junk and pulling it back to hide it, pulling the bra around my “breasts” as well. Looking in the mirror, it would’ve been almost impossible to tell that I was once a boy, and that terrified me. But I was running out of time before both Kelly and the officer were going to be impatient. I pulled the dress up and it was tight. It hugged my curves in all the best ways, with a low neckline that showed a decent amount of my false cleavage. It was short, and by short I mean it barely covered my crotch. I would have to constantly pull this thing down just to avoid another public nudity charge. My face turned red, at least it would’ve had my face not been caked in makeup.

I stumbled out on my heels and saw the police officer. He smiled, looking my sexy body up and down. This was so humiliating. He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside to find another man.

It was Brad.