Back to the salon

Jim turned and zapped the salon. For the rest of the day, it would be very popular. Women who wanted a new look who just happened to be driving by would be compelled to go there. Also, the stylists would give their customers humiliating haircuts, and the customers would think they looked great...for 24 hours, then realize how ridiculous they looked.

Jim sat on a bench outside the salon and watched a few haircuts.

An attractive brunette with gorgeous, long thick hair walked by chatting loudly on her cell phone. "Oh my god, this place is awful, but I need a cut, so I'm hoping this salon can help, and I don't catch something from all the low class sluts around here."

Jim rolled his eyes, zapped the brunette and the salon again.

The brunette was taken to a chair then given a free coffee, laced with a powerful, fast-acting roofie. Soon the brunette was out. The stylist stripped her to her underwear then taped her wrists to the chair. The patrons and stylists laughed and took photos of the woman. The stylists then picked up a large pair of scissors.

The woman whose face and hair were coated in semen was leaving with the semen thoroughly combed through her hair. "Now let that sit for 24 hours," said the shampoo lady.

"What do you call this leave-in conditioner again?" Asked the woman.

"It's French," said the shampoo lady. "It's called Seimun. S-E-I-M-U-N. Tell everyone!"

"Oh I will!" said the woman. She stopped and took a selfie, then posted it on her social media sites.

Jim stretched and wondered what to do next.