Bright Pink exaggerated Pixie

You lie back in the chair, feeling your body sink in to the chairs cushion. You listen to the pop music and every word that comes out of Fay’s lips. She washes your hair and commands every concern and question right out of your head.

Once she finishes washing, you try to sit up, only for her hand to press gently against your chest. Her hand is warm, and she begins gently massaging your chest just as she was your head. The warmth spreading from her fingers and in to your body.

“No, no.” Her voice coos out and you halt all movement. “Be a good boy and remain still. You need some color in your hair. Just let Fay handle everything.”

She mixes up some foul smelling goo in a set of cups to the side of the sink. All the while she talks about how hot she’s going to make you. How irresistible you will become. How sexy you are going to feel. Your mind absorbs every word and you just know it’s all true.

She costs your hair in the goo, and it tingles with every second, and ever new application. You begin to stir, and grumble at the feeling. Once more her voice rings through. “It’s fine, the tingling is a good sign. In fact, the tingling is a pleasant, feeling. Almost as relaxing as my massaging had been.”

With her words you know it’s all true, and your entire head is once more entering a relaxing haze. She applies the last of the goo you your eyebrows, and she begins explaining even more. “You are going to look sexier than your girlfriend when I’m done with you. It’s going to take a bout an hour for the color to set fully, and then I will give you your new do.”

“I’ll let you listen to a very special playlist for that hour. It will teach you all about your own desires.” With that she clicks away at her tablet and a new song begins to play. You can hear Fay’s voice in the song, and you listen intently to her every word.

For the next hour you remain motionless, absorbing every command, but consciously remembering none of it. When Fay returned, and began washing the remains of the goo from your hair, you were silently repeating her words. Once she finished washing your hair for the third, or was it three hundredth time, she forces you to sit up and your eyes are **** open.

Her smiling face is the first thing you see, and you giggle in response to it. Mistress Fay takes your hand and leads you to the larger chair in front of the mirror. As you walk you can feel your hips swaying just as they are supposed to, but your feet hurt in these flat shoes. You can’t help but wonder why your not in high heels. Sitting down you instinctively cross your legs and giggle once more.

“Now, remember we still have to give you the perfect style, but the color is totally you. You will have to beat guys off with both hands when they see you.” You giggle right along side of her at the naughty joke.

Turning you around in the chair you gasp at the sight of your bright almost neon pink hair. You love the color, but she’s right the style is so boring. She starts by buzzing the sides of your head. Soon she cuts the back short, with it getting longer as it flows foreword. Using her scissors and a jar of gel, she spikes the longer front foreword and down. Soon you have the sexiest pixie cut you’ve ever seen.

You gasp at how hot you look, but something isn’t right. As you stare at your face you just know something is wrong. You nearly bring your self to tears before Mistress Fay’s voice breaks through.

“What’s wrong sweetie? Don’t you just love my work?”

“Oh, of course I do. It’s just something is wrong with my face.” You almost break out into tears again.

“Oh shush. I’ll fix everything. You just sit back and let me take care of everything.”