((Attempt number two, story number 1)) Zappa had still been sitting at his computer when 9am rolled around. The clock hit nine-ten, then nine-twenty before he'd finally looked at the time on his laptop and realized he was late to open the salon. It was the first day of business and he was already off to a bad start. Without shutting anything off, he left the back office and dashed off to the front, incredibly long hair flailing behind him. Fortunately, nobody was breaking the door down to get inside. And it had started raining since he'd gotten there at eight, as well. With a sigh of relief Zappa unlocked the door. He stood there staring at the puddles gathering rain, leaning against the push bar of the door. Zappa figured it was the rain and the time of day that was keeping everyone away. After all, who would want to get their hair wet after it was just taken care of? Stepping outside, Zappa took a look at the clouds. From what he could see, it'd probably rain all day. The clouds helped disapointment set in as he walked back inside. The urge to bring his laptop out front tugged at him, but he kept telling himself it would look bad if he were caught up on image searches instead of waiting for business. The day wore on slowly. Noon passed and he sad wishing he'd opted to install a TV. 2pm rolled by and it was still raining. Zappa had only seen half a dozen people walk by all day, none of them having given the salon a second look. By three, he'd resorted to spinning all the chairs in the salon. He'd been sitting in the last one, spinning himself when it finally happened. He jumped out of the seat and nearly fell when the door chimed. Cold air rushed in as a girl squeezed herself in before the wind forced the door shut harshly. Zappa took a second to gather himself from spinning before he finally greeted her. "Hello! Welcome to Rapunzelesque. How can I help you?" After all the rehearsing, he thought it sounded strange saying it aloud. He took a seoncd to look her over before she replied. She was on the short side, and looked particularly young. She didn't carry an umbrella with her so, she was soaked from the rain. The local high school uniform she wore clung to her, putting an emphasis on her lack of curves. "I was... I mean... my hair." The girl rose her arm to wipe her eyes, blinking her large brown orbs before she stammered on. "It's... ruined. I w-worked so hard and... and now it's gone!" Her eyes were also red from crying, and she looked about to start again. Zappa took a step or two towards the girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly reached up, peeling off a black baseball cap. Zappa got his hopes up for a second, as he was usually excited to see a girl take a cap off to reveal her hair. This wasn't one of those incidents; she didn't quite have any 'hair' to come tumbling down. The girl's strawberry-blonde locks were in all different lengths, like a child who'd gotten ahold of scissors and cut their own hair. It had somehow remained partially long in the front, and the back was hacked in several different lengths of short. He muttered a curse under his breath as he looked upon it. "What happened?", he asked, now but a few steps away. Her fingers dug into the cap tightly, and she sobbed a bit before answering. "Some jerk at s-schcool. He threw gum in... in my hair. I tried to... get it out but... It was so stuck... And I was trying to grow my hair long but... I had to..." She could explain any further. Falling to her knees, she buried her face in her hands. "I'm so ugly now!" If felt as if the whole day had built up to this point. Zappa suddenly felt like the hero in a comic. This was why he'd wanted to open a salon like this; to save girls from these hair crises. Kneeling down, he offered his hand to the girl. "It'll be okay. I can fix it, I promise." She looked up at him with her puffy eyes and tried wiping them again. The warm smile Zappa gave her insilled a bit of hope in the girl. For her though, that glimmer of hope wasn't enough to make her forget that she was now stuck with short hair. The color and thickness it had was the only attracting factor she felt she had, as she was stuck with her undeveloped body. The stylst that took her hand could probably make her hair look good, but, he wasn't a god. She stood slowly, leaving a puddle where she'd knelt. Zappa took her to the chair he'd risen from and turned it toward the girl. "So, what's your name, miss?" Zappa said casually. The girl dropped her bags on the floor by the seat. "Samantha." she said after swallowing hard. Zappa went behind her and put her bags in the seat beside them. He gave her chair a couple of pumps that put her head at chest level. He asked her how long her hair had been before. Her bangs had escaped some of the damage so, he could tell approximately how long it was. Sam leaned forward and held her hand to the middle of her back, which was about as long as the front. He cracked his nuckles before putting his hands on her head. Samantha squeaked a little when his hands touched her head. She wondered why he hadn't picked up any scissors, or put a smock around her, like other salons did when they... did just about anything. 'Maybe this is just a massage? To help me relax.' she thought to herself. And she was relaxing, she could feel it. She always felt tingly when somebody did something nice for her, and this was definately one of those times. She let her eyes slide shut, unaware of anything suspicious. Exhaling slowly, Zappa focused on Samantha's hair. He pressed his fingers firmly into her head, putting his thoughts into feeling. With her eyes closed, Sam would never have known that her hair had begun to grow. The stylist watched the girl's shoulders slump as the tingling sensation spread from her scalp down her spine. Each folicle stood on end, the shorter strands of hair standing straight out. At first, her hair only grew slightly, evening out the various cuts until the back was about two inches long.b The highschooler thought that Zappa had been massaging her head for unusually long. She was quite calm by now, so, there wasn't a need to wait any longer to fix her hair. With the damage done, she expected she'd nearly have a buzz cut over the back, leaving the front as long as it could be. When Samantha opened her eyes, she shot forward in shock as she stared at her reflection. Everything looked so perfectly even! "How..." Maybe she'd fallen asleep? "T-tell me this is just a dream! This... it can't... It can't be real!" Her hands ran through her hair, shifting them under her locks, ruffling it, and pulling it. Tears welled up in her eyes, though these were those of happiness. "Oh PLEASE, let this be real." Zappa could only smile at her reaction. His hand rested on the back of the chair while she explored her regrown hair. "I don't know... this just might be. You look like you're still asleep." He was treating he as if she were talking in her sleep; having a lucid dream and his words reaching her. Slowly, Sam leaned back against the chair. His hands quickly slipped back into he hair, the tingling returning almost immideately. She didn't give much time before she sat forward again. But, it was long enough for Zappa to have made some impact; her hair had grown another inch. "You! It's you! There's... no way! Magic isn't-" Zappa cut her off, "It isn't?" Samantha stopped for a moment, thinking about it. She was sure this was real now. The stylist did something to her hair to magically fix it. It grew! She didn't see it herself, but, it definately grew. "Can... you do it again? With, my eyes open." She turned halfway around to look at him, her eyes glimmering with hope and happiness. Zappa couldn't do much this time, only giving her hair another inch or so in length. Feeling it brush her shoulders, Sam squealed in excitement. "You really are using magic!" The stylist nodded, knowing that was the most simple means of explaining it. A tear ran down the highschooler's cheek. "C-can you make it longer?! Longer than it used to be." "And then some." he replied gently. She took the answer simply, though he'd meant more. She struggled with herself to sit back properly, constantly adjusting her hair so it sat where she could see as much of it as she could while Zappa returned his hands to her head, making Sam's hair creep longer. Zappa's expression in the mirror was a focused one. He was far from strained, and even a smile crept along his lips. The highschooler continued playing with her hair as it grew, marveling at it more and more. Finally, the length of it evened out with the front. Now, all of her hair grew longer, beyond her chest, her bellybutton, and into her lap. Samantha shed another tear of happiness as not a single hint remained that there'd been gum in her hair that day. The girl hugged her hair, feeling like a child again for a few moments. It quickly faded as she began to picture herself in the buff with her hair hanging over her body. She put aside that she didn't have much of a figure, as the simple idea of being cradled in her own hair began to turn her on. The magical tingling coursing through her nerves only added to her arousal. Zappa wasn't so deep into his focus that he coudln't watch her admire her restored and regrown locks. It definately put a smile on his face as she grew happier and happier with the results. He began to notice when her daydreaming set in. Her shirt was still wet, and due to her lack of bust, Samantha wasn't wearing a bra. This combination made it wasy for him to not only make out the small tents her nipples were making, but their size and color as they pushed into her white school shirt. They were so small, and this girl, hair aside, was pretty. He felt she should have had a figure to match her face, deep eyes, and her now-long hair. In his mind, he flipped a coin, heads would tell him to leave her alone. He'd meant for the decision to be random, but this imaginary coin was double-sided with tails! Samantha had a pile of hair in her lap that would've reached her knees when Zappa shifted his hands from her head to her shoulders. He prefered direct contact with what he worked on but, it wasn't necessary, and this was a rather public place. The petit girl slowly raised her back off the seat, gasping. The magical sensation left her scalp, traveled down her spine and focused in her chest all at once. She resisted a gasp, barely squeaking at the feeling. "Ahhh... wh-what're you...?" she asked nervously, squeazing her arms around her chest. Samanta's arms pressed into something that hadn't been there before, breasts. She hugged herself tigheter. If she pulled away to look, Zappa, the magical hair stylist, would likely stop whatever he'd started. Zappa hesitated to give her an answer. And now that she was blocking his view of her chest, he had no idea what size he was giving her. Of course, he coudn't just tell her, 'Oh, I'm giving you breasts, because you don't have any.'. To many negative responses could've come from any number of ways he worded it. He had to get her hands off her chest though, before he made them too big for her body. Gripping Samantha's shoulders, the magic in her body moved, traveling down her spine again, making her lower half tingle. Samantha went rigid as the feeling moved through her. Her hands quickly moved, digging her fingers into the arms of the chair. Her hips lifted as she irresistably screamed in delight. She'd climaxed almost instantly, making her cheeks flush with red. Sam couldn't sit still in the chair as the magic kept on, and focusing was even harder than that. The only thing the girl felt aside from Zappa's sorccery was his grip adjusting on her shoulders. Rubbing her thighs against eachother, the friction grew stronger. She had no clue that anything about her legs had changed, but her thighs were indeed thicker, matching her hips with slowly widened against her skirt. Her behind swelled gradually as well, pushing against her panties. Zappa's aim wasn't to overstimulate her, or exaggerate her figure. For her short body, she had a beautiful pear shape going. After her brief moment of extacy, he could Sam's chest again. Her nipples were still bearing against her shirt, backed behind a pair of C cups. As much as he'd put into her hips, it didn't seem like they were big enough on her now. His magic shifted back up her body, igniting the nerves in her breasts. Samantha moaned again as she crossed her legs and tried to tear the cushions from the chair. Both stylist and client could watch the girl's chest develop. Her shirt, fit for her breastless frame stretched against the swells of flesh. They continued on and on, Samantha panting heavily as she bit her lip, until it seemed like her shirt would burst. A pair of E-cup melons rested on Samantha's chest, forcing a gap between two buttons. Slowly, Zappa withdrew his hands from her, resting them on the back of the chair. The now-busty teen sat there, oggling herself in the mirror. Had it not been her face attached, she wouldn't believe it was her body at all. She gradually relaxed, breathing heavily, worried that her shirt would pop open any second. "Th-this is just as real... as my hair? What... did you do to me...?" There was accusation in her question as she focused her eyes on Zappa's reflection. "I should have asked, I'm sorry. But I got this feeling that... you..." He had to word this just right. "You didn't like the way you looked before. Earlier, you said you were ugly." She'd broken down crying as she said that, so it was rather hard to forget. "Do you still feel that way now?" Sam gazed at herself in the mirror, then slowly helped herself out of the chair. She had to hop down, and the landing made her chest jiggle, straining the buttons again. Her skirt felt tighter, and her panties had begun to ride between her buttocks. Modeling for herself, she turned this way and that in the mirror, looking at her lower half, her long, knee-length hair swinging around and wrapping around her thighs. Her hands carefully cupped her juggs, pushing them back against her chest to relieve the strain on her buttons, but still, her hardened, pink nipples stood out into the fabric. She'd have been embarassed if she weren't so amazed with their size. "I... I love it!" she exclaimed spinning on her heels to face the stylist. "Everything! I love it! I... I feel really pretty! Beautiful! Oh god this is so amazing!" she exclaimed gleefully. She took two rushed steps before throwing her arms around Zappa. "This is so..". so wonderful! I can't believe this is really me!" she spoke into his ear, beginning to cry again. She hugged tightly, making Zappa worry about the breath he drew in. As quickly as she'd become excited about the experience, it plummeted into dispair. Samantha's arms drew back, one covering her mouth. Her voice shook nervously, "This... this must cost a-a fortune! I... I barely have a-any money. I can't aff-" Zappa hushed the worried girl with a finger to her lips. "Samantha. You're my first customer. I mean, very first. Let's call this, a grand opening special." he said, his gaze and smile settling her racing heart. The teen lunged forward again, near strangling him with her excitement and happiness. "Ohh, thank you!" she shouted. Yet another tear streaked down her face. The thought of kissing him ran through her mind, 'Would he kiss me back? Is he with someone? Is it okay?' She kept asking herself questions of doubt, but soon found that her lips were against his. And he wasn't making any effort to pull away. After a while, Zappa pulled away, cupping Sam's cheek and wiping the streaks of past tears away. "What're you going to tell everyone?" he asks with a smile. "I... I don't know... Is it... okay? To say it was magic." He replied with a nod. "Just the hair though. I don't think I'm properly licenced to do anything else." Smiling, he placed a hand on her head, ruffling her locks again. "Whatever you say about that is fine, as long as you don't mention me or here." "But... why?" she asked. "Even though I can, this place is a hair salon. Just call it... a secret. But please, tell everyone about the hair. I could use the advertisement." "Ah... of course! I'd love to!" Excited about helping, she'd barely remembered that she came to the salon straight from school. She hadn't told anyone where she was going either, and the rain had kept on. "I... I've gotta go!" she exclaimed, releasing Zappa and grabbing her things. The cap she wore upon arrival was left in the seat, now useless to her. "I didn't tell anyone I was coming. My parents... I bet they're worried! I... I'll only tell them about my hair, okay? I'll make up something about my chest." She said giggling, her chest shaking just slightly. "Ohhh... that's..." Her cheeks turned red again. Samantha trotted off to the door, breasts bouncing heavily. It took some effort to push the door open against the wind. "I hope I get to see you again!" she said, turning back toward the stylist as she held the door open. "Well, you know where I work!" he called back, waving. Samantha trotted down the street, using her backpack to cover her head, hair flailing and blowing wildly behind her. He stood for a little longer before walking over to the door, looking for signs of anyone else. After a while, he walked off with a shrug. As he made his way to the back, intending on recording the success of his first day, the door rang again. "Hello! Welco-" He stopped mid turn once he laid eyes on the figure that stood in the door. "Any business today?" the dark-haired woman asked. Her hair framed her face, trailing down her body to her calves. Zappa continued walking to the back. "Only one. You just missed her." The woman quickly caught up to Zappa, catching him around the neck with a hug. "You're not going to even say hi to your sister." "Hello Zelda." he grumbled, leaning back against her. "Hello, brother. Now, tell me all about it!"