They got to work on his eyebrows

“...those unsightly brows. You really should neaten them up more often!” Barbie said. “Leslie, can you handle the pedi?”

“Of course!” Leslie said cheerfully. Andrew felt his shoes begin removed and his feet were plunged into a warm bath of scented water.

Meanwhile, Barbie came at him with a loop of string, crossed over in a figure eight. “Threading is so much neater than anything else,” she said she leaned over, giving Andrew a closeup of her chest as she began rapidly whisking the string close to and then away from his face. With each motion, he could feel a sharp pinch as his eyebrows were slowly plucked away.

He was flinching with each pluck. Barbie chiluckled, “Beauty is pain, honey. But you’ll look great when we finish.”

She stopped and took a step back. She reached over to a cart and got a pencil and he felt her drawing some lines on his brows. “Now that we’ve got the heavy work done,” Barbie said, “we need to make sure we have the shape right.”

Meanwhile, Leslie had removed his feet from the bath, dried them, and was removing any rough spots with a file. She then applied a sweet smelling lotion. She rapidly shaped his toenails and dealt with the cuticles. Andrew didn’t think that felt too bad ,until he felt a foam object being wedged between each toe. He smelled a new smell and couldd feel a cold liquid being applied to his toenails. They were painting his toes!

He “mmphed” in displeasure as the torments continued. Barbie was threading his brows, taking a step back every so often to make sure things were neat and even. Eventually, she took a small razor on a handle and made very precise angles on his brows. She then painted some of the goop that Donna had used on his hair on his brows.

He could feel the foil packets on his head warming up. Donna moved to the front now and took his left hand, shaping his new nails and applying polish to them as well. His fingertips were again shoved into a box, and warm air blew over them, rapidly drying his new nail color.

He then felt Leslie push his pant leg up. “Girls, she has a little hair. What do you think? Waxing?”

“Sure!” Donna said, emphatically. Andrew shook his head, but the beauticians ignored him. “We’ll get to that later though. Donna moved back behind him and peeled open a foil packet. “I think she’s just about ready with the color.”

Andrew’s head was again dropped into the sink. Donna rapidly removed the foil packets and began rinsing his hair. He could smell ammonia as she did. He just hoped all of this could be undone. He’d have to get a buzz cut, maybe shave off his brows entirely. She wiped off his brows with a wet cloth, and sat him back up.

Mmphing his displeasure, Donna began putting curlers in his hair. “When you come back next time, we’ll see about some extensions,” Donna said. “But for now, let’s give your hair a bit more body, something that says, ‘Sex Kitten,’ for your date!”

Andrew tried to shake his head “no,” but Donna had a lock of his hair pulled tightly as she wound it onto a large curler, preventing him from moving his head much at all.

His head was slowly covered by tightly rolled curlers. Barbie announced that his nails were dry and started to clean up the mani/pedi equipment. Andrew fanned his fingers out at stared at his now feminine hand. Long oval fingernails extended from his fingers, each a deep pink color. They looked like a woman’s hand!

Donna meanwhile finished with setting his hair. The curlers were tight and uncomfortable.

“C’mon, let’s get you dry!”

Andrew wasn’t sure where his shoes and socks were. Leslie slipped some sort of disposable flip flop on his feet. The foam wedges between his toes remained made walking awkward. Getting out of here now was going to be impossible!

Barbie took him by the hand, and he waddled as she led him over to a bank of hairdryers. She sat him between two older women, put the dryer down over his curler filled head, and handed him a copy of Cosmopolitan.

“Enjoy yourself, Andrea!” Barbie said. “We’ll check back on you in a few!”

Andrew groaned as the dryer was turned on and warm air blew over his head. He could feel the hair tightening uncomfortably as it dried

“We’ll hello, Andrea!” one of the women said to him.