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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 20, 2009 19:26:33 GMT -4
"Hair shampoo commencing." Immediately a flowery smelling shampoo is sprayed into your hair. "Please massage the shampoo into your scalp."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 20, 2009 20:00:58 GMT -4
I begin to run my hands though my hair, figuring that the flowery smelling formula must have came from the same place that the other flora oriented soap did. It might have been my imagination, but I swore my hair and scalp were tingling as I built up a smooth lather.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 20, 2009 20:06:50 GMT -4
The tingling intensifies as you continue to massage the shampoo in. Slowly, then more quickly, your hair is not only becoming clean, but full and healthy and an inch longer than before.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 20, 2009 20:13:52 GMT -4
"Oh wow!", I say as the sensation goes though my neural web. This stuff is fantastic! I might not have to worry about a thinning hair line when I'm older if I use enough of this stuff. Becoming lost in the process, I continue to move the formula though my hair. My strands continue to grow at a startling rate, forming a jungle, yet it doesn't seem to tangle with itself or my fingers...
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 20, 2009 20:47:54 GMT -4
"Switching to rinse, continue scalp massage."
You continue to massage your hair, it's increased length not bothering you even as it grows another inch under the warm spray of water.
"Rinse complete, hair conditioner needed. Type hair, dry. Type body, maximum. Calibrating." There is a whirring sounds above you and you hear, "Conditioner application commencing, in five seconds. Please close your eyes."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 20, 2009 22:42:57 GMT -4
I reflexively slam my eyelids shut. Perhaps the conditioner will feel even more fantastic then the shampoo did. Then again, when was the last time I used conditioner?
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 21, 2009 21:29:27 GMT -4
Immediately, a warm silky fluid jets out all over your head and dripping down over you forehead. As it does, you feel a tingle on your face as your eyebrows become thinner and fully arched. You are more interested and enthralled in the tingling sensation coming from your scalp as more conditioner works its way into your hair, and causing it to grow at a steady rate.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 22, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -4
I just sit there, humming a tune as the mesmerizing effects of the conditioner works upon my scalp.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 22, 2009 19:36:43 GMT -4
You feel a heavy sensation crawling down your neck to your shoulders and then on to your upper back. The mass of wet thick hair steadily darkens to a glossy black as it finally stops near the middle of your back.
"Rinse cycle commencing." The shower is filled with steam as the warm water pulsates across your scalp and rinses your long dark hair quickly.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 22, 2009 20:37:36 GMT -4
Finding myself fascinated by the long strands of milk smooth hair streaming from my scalp and cascading down my back, I grasp a number of strands and running them though my hair.
Wait! I'm don't have long hair! Or for that matter smooth hair... but does it matter!?
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 22, 2009 22:32:03 GMT -4
You shrug and marvel at the luxurious feel of your hair. The warm water stops flowing and you feel a slight chill in the air without the constant heat of the water. You shudder involuntarily, and the computer immediately chirps, "Drying action starting in two seconds, one second...."
A collection of warm air blowing fans around you begin to blow drying your skin and hair quickly. When are admiring the new you, at least this beginning form (you realize), when the computer chirps again, "Drying complete. Please collect your robe and proceed to your left into Room 3. Thank you."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 23, 2009 0:58:03 GMT -4
"Oh wow. I look great!", I say well flexing in the mirror, my muscles (not toned mind you) are accentuated by the tan. The entire time I find my eyes locked on my flowing locks. Snap back to reality with a shake of my head, I look searchingly for my robe.
A quick glance reveals that I must have misplaced my original clothes. Oh well! I got a nice robe, I think as I pick up the white wrapping -- completely missing it's curious nature.
I then head off into the direction of where ever I am going now.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 23, 2009 5:58:41 GMT -4
A quick few seconds pass as you walk down the hallway to Room 3 and open the door. A gorgeous woman is standing at a counter familiar in any salon. "I'm Victoria. Please come in!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 23, 2009 13:03:32 GMT -4
I walk into the room, up to the counter, and declare "It's nice to meet you Victoria. I'm...", I say but in mid sentence my mind hits a snag as it tries to find my identity. "...Tony", I finish after what seemed like an eternity of mental strain. I look around the room, quickly at least, and find myself impressed at the collection of bottles, formulas, and other products for some use or other.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 23, 2009 18:58:18 GMT -4
"Welcome, Toni! Come over here and have a seat, and we'll get started!"
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