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Post by Vomica on Jan 17, 2009 1:51:31 GMT -4
My mind fractures once again, and this time I find myself in some kind of spa or salon...
Well on my way to the restroom. a notice a door with some particular writing on its front. My interest peaked, I put aside my trip and make a detour to investigate. Opening the door, which itself had hinted of the contents within, I gaze around and find myself mildly surprised at what I see.
Fully swinging the doors on its hinges, I fully enter the room and emerge into the area. I appear as I do naturally; roughly six foot tall, roughened skin and hair from spending to much time on the road. Mangled hair that is a tad bit too long, with any mud caked in it unnoticeable again the brown hue it holds. Not dressed in my typical biking outfit, I have on comfortable slacks with a button down shirt.
I declare out loud, "Hello? Anyone here?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 17, 2009 10:23:20 GMT -4
A petite Asian woman holding a clipboard appears and moves behind a large credenza. "How may I help you, sir?"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 18, 2009 19:51:41 GMT -4
"Oh. Uh.", I say in uncertainty. After all, I did just stumble across this room...
My eyes then fall onto my callous hands as they reach up to go though my unkempt hair.
"I suppose you could help me. I've been on the road a little too long, and it appears that my image is a little rough...", I say as I inspect myself in one of the wall mounted mirrors lining the salon. I do however, make a mental note of the prompt attention I received.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 18, 2009 21:03:33 GMT -4
"You do seem certainly more worse for wear than anything. I think we need to clean you up a bit, then we'll see what else you'll need." She smiles at you. "My name is Myung. I'm going to start you off in Room Number One with Natasha. Please follow me."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 19, 2009 0:18:03 GMT -4
"Right behind Myung", I say as I follow behind the small woman. My mind wanders, and I start to wonder what I've gotten myself into...
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 19, 2009 18:28:24 GMT -4
The door opens to Room Number one on a large walk-in shower with what looks like a hundred nozzles. A computerized voice chimes, "Hello. Please disrobe and step into the shower." You're not sure about this, and turn for the door only to find its not there.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 19, 2009 19:33:13 GMT -4
I should get out of here; I should panic and flee. This might end badly, but my escape is cutoff. I only think I can do is cooperate, after all I did ask for service. Might as well as try to figure out how this place works. It is my only real choice. I think to myself.
I casually and deliberately take off my cloths, and fold them into a neat pile so I could get to them after what I assume to be either a shower or a steam clean. Taking off my shoes and socks, I stuff the latter into the former for safe keeping. Completely in the nude after I slip off my plaid boxers, I move to the shower. Still uncertain of the situation, I reluctantly step into the enclosure and announce "Alright. I should be all set."
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 19, 2009 20:08:00 GMT -4
"Thank you," the voice chimes. "Engaging water, temperature one hundred two degrees." The water immediately comes out nice and warm and steam begins to fill the enclosure.
The voice chimes again, "Beginning cleansing process." The water jets turn to warm soapy water covering you from head to toe, and smelling like lilac.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 19, 2009 21:25:52 GMT -4
Not wanting to get any hot, steamy, and steamy water in my eyes I close them tight. As I stand there in the nude, the faint smell of some flower drifts up to my noise. Lilacs? I mutter "Must be the standard...".
The warm water feels extremely refreshing and revitalizing however. I can literally feel the grim being ripped off from my skin.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 19, 2009 21:32:57 GMT -4
"Cleansing complete, beginning skin and hair nourishment." Again the streams change and you feel a slippery oil-like substance on your hair and skin. It feels heavenly and begins to tingle as you stand there. "Nourishment complete. Skin treatment one commencing."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 19, 2009 21:44:14 GMT -4
Feeling rejuvenated I let out a sigh of relaxation, as I keep my eyelids together (don't want to get any industrial strength bases or acids in them). I wonder aloud, "I hope that tingling sensation is just my pores or something, and not some allergic reaction...".
A faint buzzing noise can be heard, as if something was vibrating far off...
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 19, 2009 22:54:30 GMT -4
The skin treatment is gently tanning you, darkening your skin to a smooth summer tan in mere minutes. The tingling sensation continues as intensifies as your body hair slowly begins to fall out and wash down the drain below you.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 20, 2009 1:10:03 GMT -4
Building up my courage, my boldness soars to new levels (hyperbole anyone?) as I unseal my eyes to see what is going on. The tingling sensation is still present, and stronger then anything. My hand, not much less rough then what is was before goes over my hairless leg. The smooth sensation, combined with the darkened skin and oily complexion, makes me wonder if this is even my own leg. I gasp in a mix of shock and horror as my hand wanders, and I realize that all my hair has vanished. Even below the belt.
What could have done this!? It can't be an allergic reaction because the hair on my head is still there...
As I am wrapped up in my exploration, I become oblivious more or less of the process I am going though.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 20, 2009 8:51:45 GMT -4
"Skin treatment complete. Starting full body rinse." The warm water jets return scrubbing excess treatment chemicals from your flawless smooth skin.
"Please stand under the center showerhead for hair shampoo."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 20, 2009 14:34:49 GMT -4
Alright. I've lost all my body hair, my skin is more... something... not sure exactly..., and I've got a tan. I can live with that, if anything it'll all accentuate my muscles. Or at least of what I have.
Not wanting to delay anymore then I've had, I move into the center of the chamber. So. A little shampoo wash, can't be that bad. Maybe it'll will be as refreshing as the last process.... I could go for that.
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