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Post by Vomica on Jan 23, 2009 19:03:39 GMT -4
Err? Did I miss here the young miss? My new mane must be clogging my ears...
I nod and smile as I make my over to the chair. I sit down meticulously, making sure I don't pinch my hair-do. I then turn my gaze to Victoria awaiting the next step of my spa/salon/whatever treatment.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 23, 2009 19:59:03 GMT -4
"You look unconvinced, Toni. That simply won't do. You've already seen what we're capable of, and now we're going get you started on a new path." Victoria places her hands on your shoulders and carefully adjusts your hair. "Now, Toni, we're going to tone up that body. I want you to come with me."
She swings around and you see her tight ass jiggling as she stomps through the room and opens another door. "This is a steam closet, like a mini-spa. Climb in, and let's get started!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 23, 2009 23:47:57 GMT -4
I fight my urge to look at the woman's posterior, like any man must. Diverting my gaze, out of respect, I focus on the words that she spoke. I did not mis-hear. She did you the feminine variant of the name I gave. Perhaps... the flowery soaps, the frilly robe, my arching eyebrows... the skin... hair... I know what is going on!
I feel a deep feeling of dread and worry within me, not because I know what is coming, but because I find myself indifferent-- even welcoming...
The entire time I try to rational a reason to run, to get away, to stop. But none ever comes. I step in the small closet like steam chamber, and with a smile at the woman, prepare myself for the next step.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 0:19:29 GMT -4
Immediately the heat washes over you, and you feel the sweat slickening your skin. It lasts what seems like and eternity, and after a while, you're nearly delirious with the heat and moisture. A bell chimes, and instantly the closet is filled with cool air. You look down and gasp at your perfect hourglass figure. And you smile...
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 0:29:43 GMT -4
I run a hand over my new... assets. A voice, as if calling from the other side of a valley, echos in mind, attempting to deliver a message or a warning of some sort. Hour glass figure? Narrow waist? Curves? That is what the voice is saying! I'm becoming a woman, or am I already one? Only one way to tell, but check.. Still a little over heated from the steam, and the sudden shock of my new form. I find myself still happy for some reason... as if nothing could get me done.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 0:32:34 GMT -4
Victoria enters the room again and grins, "Now that's a little more like it! What do you think, sugar?"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 0:48:30 GMT -4
"Oh! It is just lovely! I'm feeling oh-so much better now.", I say in a higher and feminine voice. Before Victoria had come back in, I had inspected my new form quite thoroughly. The supple skin, silky smooth hair, curves and the obvious/evident tidbits that went along with the...
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 0:50:15 GMT -4
"Right this way...I think it's time we fix that hair, put on your face and get you ready for your evening!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 1:12:29 GMT -4
I smile, nod, and follow the woman as we go to the next station.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 1:14:42 GMT -4
The warm shampoo instantly covers your head and you instinctively begin to massage it in. You hair begins to add volume to its length as it slightly changes color, now a shimmering brown.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 14:21:37 GMT -4
The warm frothy shampoo sends shivers of comfort down my spine, as I sit there enjoying the experience.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 16:03:54 GMT -4
You feel Victoria rinsing your hair and you can feel the added weight as she moves to sit you up. She turns you away from the mirror, "Now, let's get you styled up...and I do mean UP, and we'll get you into the dryer.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 19:38:39 GMT -4
"You're the stylist!", I say not sure of what she meant with the emphasis of "up".
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 24, 2009 19:56:26 GMT -4
Victoria reaches and keeps reaching for large rollers, like four inches in diameter. She grins at your look. "Trust me, baby...you want this!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 24, 2009 23:28:14 GMT -4
Thoughts escape me, as do words for speech. As such, I offer the stylist a warm smile indicting my agreement.
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