A Completely Consensual Makeover
“Come on! Try it! You have such beautiful long hair! Wearing it down is just wasting it. Look at this.” Tina held loose strands of her chin length auburn hair between her fingers. “This? This is all I can do with it. But it looks good that way. Would look silly if I filled it with bows or something. But this?” Her hand released the auburn strands to dive into the long waist length shiny black locks that flowed gracefully from her friend’s scalp. “This is straw we can spin into gold. Just by putting it up, maybe giving you some cute spunky bangs . . .”
“Fine! Just stop messing with my hair, and I’ll try it on! Yeesh Tina, you’re such a control freak.” Cecilia grumbled to herself as she pulled her hair away. “Sometimes I really wonder how we’re friends. You’re short, bubbly, annoying, peppy, and I’m tall, dark, and brooding. We don’t even have any of the same interests. Why are we friends again?”
Tina grinned, fluffing her hair with a little wink. She was the very picture of extrovert: She wore tight skirts in bright exciting colors, like the pink one that was clutching her like a second skin, and t-shirts that never fit but always had dipping necklines, like the white t-shirt that was currently turning her chest from impressively curvaceous to a topic worthy of conversation. She only came up to Cecilia’s chest, which she hardly minded.
Cecilia was as she’d described. She only knew one color of clothing, and scientists had explained years ago that black was not a color, so that being the case she complemented her baggy black clothing with a healthy dose of dark purple. Her own top was loose, at least a size larger than it needed to be, and it didn’t help that she wore a loose fitting jacket over that. Her long curvy legs were hidden under loose black jeans that fell blandly over the tops of black sneakers. She didn’t wear black makeup, but her thick black-framed glasses had their own darkening effect on her strong features.
The unlikely pair were hanging out in the mall, at a not important enough to name fashion store. Tina was grasping a simple hard plastic headband. It was bright red, almost a fuck-me red. The sort of red someone shy as Cecilia would never wear.
Grinning a little more, Tina forced the accessory into her friend’s hand. “Because you’re a shut-in. You’re lonely. Because without me no one would ever flirt with you that wasn’t fictional. Put. It. On. Then we’re getting you a haircut. You’re getting a little bit of a makeover today. Because you asked a stupid question, and I have disposable income.”
“B-but I like my hair . . .” Cecilia slid the band on over her hair. Immediately she felt a tingle spread over her scalp. The tingle was subtle, but along just the right nerves that she felt her thighs clench. A nearby mirror revealed its presence as cute, if not horrifically out of place. It was a bright ray of scarlet crowning a sea of ink. “It . . . it really does look pretty though, huh . . .?”
Tina nodded, smiling in delighted victory. “It’s so you. Imagine how it’ll look if we get you some bangs, maybe a bit of a perm . . . Sounds fun, huh?”
“Tina I don’t—” The headband tingled again. Cecilia couldn’t explain the sensation. It was like the tip of a fingernail sliding slowly down the center of her scalp, along the back of her neck, and all the way down to the curve of her ass. She trembled as her nipples stiffened in the hidden safety of her bra. More importantly, the sensation made her mouth melt open in a faint mewl, giving her friend plenty of time to interrupt.
“—Have any problem with that at all! Good, so let’s get going!” Tina’s grasped Cecilia’s hand, tugging her along. It didn’t make any sense to the taller woman why she was letting herself be dragged to the checkout counter, but she did know it felt almost sad to take off the band to let Tina buy it.
As soon as the woman behind the counter gave it back to her, it was shoved back onto her head, and the blur of finding herself in the salon was lost somewhere in the memories she knew she had but couldn’t recall.
It also didn’t feel right that she didn’t listen particularly closely to anything Tina said to the woman at the front desk. She didn’t even care as Tina dragged her back in back to one of the big salon chairs and pushed her in. Every time she felt about ready to object, or ask why, or tried to pay closer attention, her toes would curl seemingly on their own and her only sounds were faint whispers of pleasure.
“Now! Belle is going to do something with your hair. But that means we need to borrow your headband.” Cecilia whimpered loudly. For some reason, the thought of it being taken away sent chills down her spine. She liked how it made her feel. She liked how it made her look. “Aw, don’t be like that. We’ve been best friends since high school. I brought you something to keep you from worrying about it too much. You just relax and let Belle do her work, okay? She’s a very nice woman. You’ll be seeing a lot of her, soon.”
Cecilia whimpered again. She didn’t want the headband taken away. She loved the headband. It made her feel good. It made her feel warm and quivery and . . . why did she want to say wet? She wasn’t sure.
Cool plastic pressed into her ears. A bud, like those smaller headphones that fit deep inside of an ear pressed its way inside of her by way of Tina’s hand. She’d never felt a bud go so deep, and once both were in place she could swear there was a feeling of current between them. Like an electrical charge completed, it was like bathing in the faint sizzles and zaps that emerged from their perfect union.
Her curling toes were enough to distract her from hearing the sound the buds played. Quiet white noise filled the woman’s mind. Like helium filling a balloon, there wasn’t a lot of room for anything else as the volume gradually increased too slowly for her to notice.
When the hairband was pulled away, Cecilia half whined but didn’t move. Her eyes were only half open, glassy and distant, as Belle’s fingers began to massage through her hair. She giggled in a lost sort of way as the other woman got to work. It could have been an hour, or an eternity. She could hardly tell the difference. She was lost in an endless plane of sound, where all that existed was a slowly rising and falling bliss perfectly matching the heartbeat she could feel in the sensitive flesh between her own thighs.
“There! All done!” Tina’s voice broke through the fog surrounding Cecilia, but hardly dispersed it. Instead of the earbuds being tugged free, a finger shoved them deeper and pulled the cord loose. Before Cecilia could comprehend that the small plastic nubs were now buried impossibly deep in her ears, the headband slid back into place. “Ooooh. You missed that, huh? Clenching that hard had to hurt. Come on, you should get a look at yourself.”
“Look at . . . oh right . . . hair . . .” Her fingers had almost reached inside of her ears on instinct when a mirror appeared in front of her. At first she could hardly tell it was a mirror. The woman had such a vacant, almost brain dead expression. Her hair was blonde, and though it wasn’t as long as hers had been it was so curly she didn’t think it could be. Adorable halfcurled bangs rested over her forehead. She could almost swear even the color of her dark blue eyes seemed brighter. “What . . . you . . . but I . . . blonde . . .?”
Tina nodded with a big happy grin. “Blonde! Lots of fun, yummy chemicals for your head. Teehee. Oh if only you knew what that really meant.” Cecilia dumbly blinked up at Tina who just rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Lia! Time to get going! Your clothes are so boring! Booooring. Loose. Dark. Bright colors! Happy colors! Wave bye-bye to Belle, thank her for making you look so pretty!”
Lia was still trying to take in what had happened to her as she felt herself hoisted out of the chair by the enthusiastic tug at her wrist. Her other hand rose up, waving like a little girl. “Th-thank you Belle . . . For making me look so . . . pretty . . .?”
“That took you way too long to say.” Lia blinked. They were in a clothing store. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. Tina held up a red-and-white t-shirt with a heart cut out of the chest, and a red-and-pink pleated skirt. “These. Dressing room. You. Chaaange. Clothes make the girl!”
“Change? But we just changed my hair . . . I don’t . . . Oh. Clothes. Right.” A bright pink blush covered Lia’s cheeks. She’d always been so smart. She was always reading books. That meant she was smart, right? It didn’t square away with how thinking felt so hard. Thinking wasn’t impossible, but it took entirely too much effort. It didn’t feel worth it.
She took the clothes from Tina’s hands and stumbled into the changing room. She whined and cried as she struggled to take off her jacket, its structure seeming alien to her. If she were thinking, she would have dreaded how poorly she would have been able to handle the mechanics of a zipper. With a whimper she finally threw it down to the floor and slid out of her top.
The red outline of the heart rested perfectly at her cleavage, giving a healthy stylized view of her breasts. She’d never seen them look like that before. The mirror showed that were it not for the strength of the fabric her breasts would burst free. A quiet part of her mind wondered how soon she’d need to replace the shirt.
Her pants were complicated. A button. A zipper. Thankfully she found if she tugged hard enough they pooled around her ankles, along with her panties.
Clothes make the girl . . . You don’t need panties . . . You need to be easy-access . . .
“Clothes make the girl . . . Mmmm . . .” Even without cords the earphones buzzed inside of her ears. The voice was low, so low, but so familiar. The same three phrases had been cycling since the cords had been removed. They’d only finally gotten loud enough to hear, and her mind had already learned that she wasn’t supposed to remember hearing them.
Pulling the skirt up over her ass tingled. When she looked in the mirror, she felt her mind flooded with giggles. “Clothes make the girl . . . and I look so . . . slutty! Silly and . . . teehee . . . can’t stop . . . teehee! This isn’t . . . Mmmm isn’t me . . . teehee . . . Can’t stop . . . Giggling . . .!”
She fell back against the small bench, her eyes fuzzily gazing into her own reflection. Her fingers reached up into her hair as she giggled louder, shaking her head. Each shake became slower, fainter, until her giggles slowly quieted.
Dressed like a slutty little schoolgirl out on the town . . . You can think a little better than a burnt out lightbulb . . . just not much better . . .
Lia squinted and then blinked. Her eyes were definitely lighter than they were before. She shrugged. They were hot. She stepped out of the changing room, doing a little twirl that caused the dangerously short skirt to reveal the curves of her bare ass. “So like . . . what do you think?”
Tina grinned, lazily sliding a stick of gum into her mouth before she started to chew. “Hot stuff. Cute. I already bought you those. But you forgot your shoes. Put them on, and I’ll give you a stick of my gum. You’ll really, really like that. Like, trust me.”
“I fucking love it already. Teehee. You bet!” Lia tried to grin like Tina grinned. Tina had always been really good at looking like she was thinking something that if you peeked into her mind’s eye would make you ruin a drawer full of panties. She collapsed back on the bench, not noticing the movements of her skirt and the view it shared with Tina as she tugged her socks up her legs, and wiggled back into her shoes.
As soon as they were back on, a stick of gum pushed its way past her lips. “Chew. Chew, chew, chew. It’ll make that new top of yours fit a little better. You’re like, totally gonna be a hot little slut for me now, huh?”
“Hot little . . . teehee . . . hot little slut! Mmm. You know it. That’s what I look like, isn’t it?” Lia grinned a little more, shuddering as much from the tingles her hairband was pulsing through her body as the wires from her earbuds that had extended from the insides, twining with her brain on such an intimate level. “Mmm anything you want. Like, why wasn’t I ever your hot little slut before?”
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get you going, huh?” Tina smirked and pulled the giggling Lia along with her. Giggles poured out of her as she stumbled, not noticing the stares. After all, she was a slut being tugged along by a hot slut. Nothing else really mattered.
Her mouth swished the dry gum around until it was wet with her saliva, chewing it quickly enough into a tight little ball. It was the strangest thing, but she was sure the more she chewed the warmer her body felt. The more it felt taut, not that she could think of a word like ‘taut’. It felt squished. Tight. Wanting to burst.
Her top strained as warmth spread over her chest and her nipples loudly declared their presence.
“Where we gooooin’? I kinda wanna like . . . go someplace quiet. Private. You and me. You know. Fun.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. That’s where we’re going. Belle should be off work . . . chew your gum.” Tina pulled Lia close just long enough to pat her ass, then continued to tug her along.
Things were getting more and more clear to Lia all the time. She’d been friends with Tina because Tina knew what she needed. She was always there to grin or wink or stare at her tits. It made Lia moan. She could barely remember the girl who did her hair, just the feel of her hands, and the warmth of her body being close.
Her brain might have been a half burned out lightbulb full of wires and soaked in bright yellow chemicals, but she knew what she would be doing before too long, and it would probably involve a whole lot more moaning than anything she’d ever done before in her life.
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