It starts weird

The two of you enter the new salon and everything seems normal enough. The entrance is filled with photographs of people with various hairstyles, though they all look feminine to you. The sides are lined with racks of the store’s exclusive products, all with weirdly sexual names. The one that stands out to you is the Cumupance Conditioner.

What really floors you is when the receptionist gets to the desk and greats the two of you. Her hair is a bright pink pixie cut, with the sides shaved. Her makeup is exaggerated like a parody of a hooker from a cop show, or a porno. Her breasts are unnaturally huge and defy gravity, while sloshing around whenever she moves.

Even more amazingly your girlfriend is just laughing and giggling along with her as she makes your appointments. The girls voice while a constantly high pitch, has a soothing tone.

“So, they don’t normally do just haircuts here, but since the place is new they will let your extras go to me if you want.” Your girlfriend snaps your attention back with a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Well that works, I don’t really feel comfortable with all the bells and whistles.” You respond hoping to make at least one of these two women crack a smile. Oddly the receptionist seems to have the exact opposite reaction.

“Also, all of their booths are private so we will have to have separate stylists.” Your girlfriend cooed with her patented pout that always makes you give in.

“Well than whatever amazing thing you get done will be a pleasant surprise.” You lay on the cheese to butter her up nice and good.

“Aww aren’t you two sweet.” The receptionist says without a hint of sarcasm. “Ok you will go to the first door on the left,” she motions you your girlfriend. “And you will get lucky door number 2 on the right.”