Time to do his hair!

"Well, now that we've given you the body of a model, it's time to give you the looks of one." Gloria smirks as she presses another button, then suddenly something that resembles a hairdryer drops down and lands perfectly on the top of Ben's head.

"W-What is this?" Ben asks with his feminine voice

"It's something that'll fix that terrible hairdo of yours. This helmet will cause your hair to grow out as long as I want, so we can try out any cute hairstyle I can think of." She presses another button, and suddenly Ben's head feels like a vacuum is sucking on his head. "Oh, while we're at it, let's dye it a cuter color! My helmet can also mix hairdye during the process."

"No, don't!"

But Ben's pleas were ignored as Gloria presses another button, two tubes suddenly attach to the helmet, and began blowing in what he suspects is the hairdye. A few minutes pass, Ben squirming at the odd feeling the machine is doing to his hair, inwardly begging that it wouldn't be as humiliating as what this mad beautician has already done to his body.

DING!

"It looks like we're done!" Gloria announces, "Now let's have a look at your gorgeous hair!" She presses a button, and the helmet rises off Ben's head, releasing a large thick wall of hair in the process. Ben shakes his head to get the hair out of his face, which would probably be passed his butt if he was standing. With a bit of hesitation, Ben looks into the mirror

"M-My hair, i-it's pink!"

Indeed, Ben's head looks like he had stuck it inside both a cotton candy machine, and a pile of bubble gum.

"Yep! Nothing says girly like pink!" Gloria laughs at Ben's horrified face, "Now, what can we do with this hair?"