Become a 10

She leads you into a chair, gently massages your face and starts applying a beauty mask. You always thought those look silly on a woman, but they feel… wow. Cool and relaxing. Really nice.

She takes your hand into hers while another woman sits down at your feet.

“You’re such a natural beauty, dear. Perfect skin and it looks like you never wore make-up. Or nail polish!”

She rubs your palm.

“Well, I honestly haven't.”

“Amazing. Don't worry, you’re not going to turn into a make-up doll. We just show you some hardly noticeable enhancements while you keep your natural look. French nails for one!”

You have no clue what that means, but you let her start working on your nails and her colleague at your feet.

In the course of the next hour, you get the full makeover, tips and supplies included. You get the hair products to get your blonde mane as full and flexible as she does (“Well. Almost. You have to come back sometimes to fully get the look of perfection”, she smiles), the make up products to help to achieve the look of not wearing make up while being that little bit more perfect than your natural beauty and the nail polish for your French nails.

“Oh, that’s what that’s is called. It’s cute!”

The beautician smiles her her employee doing your pedicure giggles.

“Did you grow up among wolves, lady?”

You blush. Almost.

“My… parent.,.. uhm… wanted a boy… I grew up like one really”, you stammer, which is – technically not a lie. They did want a boy and you did grow up as one.

The beautician pats your hands.

"And still you turned out to be such a stunning beauty.”

“I had some help…”

By the old hag, by the universe…

“Thank you, that was nothing!”

You smile. Yes and by you, too.

You even get a trip behind the curtain, separating the private area of the salon for a waxing. The beautician strokes your well trimmed bush and makes you purr.

“I admired your hair back there in the sauna, Lexi. I appreciate a well trimmed bush, most girls your age coming here want the full hairless look. I guess I'm a little old fashioned. You want to keep it like this?”

You nod – you agree with her, you also like the look,which is probably why the curse let you keep it.

She returns the nod and waxes around it, and around your sensitive areas. You hear giggling from behind the curtain as you can’t help but scream when the wax comes off, even though your pubes can't have grown for more than a day…

Finally you get to took at yourself in the full body mirror – naked, with no other visitor around and being like that in front of the personal seems - natural.

You marvel at yourself. You are a natural beauty, haven’t been able to admire yourself all day in mirrors, but this. You definitely turned into a 10, but it’s so subtle that as a man you wouldn't have noticed the small touches. Would have though this woman in the mirror doesn't wear make-up and came out of the shower with that hair. Which is of course silly – you as an experienced woman know that, now – but it’ll fool men into saying: “See? A real pretty woman doesn't need all that fuss!”

You giggle.

"That's awesome! Thank you so much!”

“You're welcome.”

She puts a hand on your butt – it doesn't seem sexual, more like an architect touching a house she constructed. You allow it.

“Working with natural work of art to turn it into even bigger art is my favourite part of this job.“

You feel her kissing your neck and sigh, before she let’s go of you.

You longingly touch the bathrobe lying over a chair once more.

"You know what, we’ll wrap that up for you. Gift from the house!”

You smile happily.

“Really?”

“Don't think I haven't noticed how much you like our robes!”

She winks and watches you dress.

Then pay, take your bags and turn to leave.

“Come back any time.”

“I definitely will!” you eagerly nod, until you remember this a women’s only salon. If you… when you turn back to a man in a week you’ll definitely miss this...