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Enjoy this manip? Check out more in the series: Getting Prepped

This series is a not super precise tip of the hat to the wonderfully written story by fembotheather called Rise of Prepsalon

(No copyright held, no profit taken, posted only as a tribute)
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Carol stood on the other side of the mall’s promenade, unmoving as shoppers passed obliviously around her. The new salon’s sign had caught, one might say ensnared, Carol’s attention. It felt as if just moments ago she had begun to stare at it, but if pressed she would not have been able to answer how long it had been the center of her now unfocused gaze.

She could not believe how relaxed it had made her, something about the soft flickering glow of the light was so warm and disarming. Explaining it was hard, but as Carol’s thoughts wandered, she realized it was not just an explanation eluding her, everything was. It was as if her thoughts were under a thick fog.

Building within her, she could feel a desire, at first the words eluded her, but slowly, they formed in her mind, as it slid gently into place while she continued to stare. Finally she began to understand. A makeover… yes… that was what as needed… it would be so perfect… it would make the fogginess… go away.

Slowly, she began to shuffle toward the salon in silence, her vision a blurry tunnel that only came to focus directly in front of her, in the spot she slowly realized was occupied by a smiling and petite blond woman. The woman looked so lovely, the matching headband and pastel pink polo shirt, how come she never wore such pretty colors? A small sense of shame consumed her as she thought of active wear and baggy blazer draped over her.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” she heard the woman chirp.

“I… need… here for…” the words tumbled out of Carol’s mouth without structure or order

“Don’t you worry, we just had a cancellation and I can recognize a woman just dying to have a makeover. Come on in.”

“I… yes… thank… thank… coming…” she continued to mumble as the woman hooked her by the arm and lead her to a mirror next to her station.

“We’ll start with a nice relaxing shampoo. Your jacket and your cap please? We wouldn’t want them getting wet now would we?”

Carol knew the woman’s leading questions were right, why would she want those ugly pieces of clothing anyway. She could barely keep her eyes open as she slid one arm out of her blazer, feeling herself sway back, Carol reached out for the wall to steady herself and regain her balance and the jacket sliding off her shoulder to the floor.

“Whoopsies, let me help you there dear” said the woman as she guided Carol to the shampoo chair, removing her cap in the process. “Now, just relax, I’ll take care of everything from here”

Carol was in heaven, finding herself flirting in and out of consciousness, as the treated shampoo was expertly massaged into her hair and scalp before being softly rinsed away. She felt a small moment of disappointment as the woman finished and began a soft towel dry before taking her hand and guiding her to an old fashioned hair dryer. Carol watched in a daze as it was lowered over her head and things slowly began to fade into a brilliant white haze.
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“Well Carol, what do you think?” the familiar voice came from the white nothingness as it drew her back to consciousness “Don’t you just love it?”

Carol’s vision raced back to her as she stood opposite a vision of refinement embodied by the lady in the mirror in front of her. She felt her heart begin to swim in happiness and pride, her wretched old athleisure wear now gone, replaced with such a lovely ensemble she now looked every bit like her new friend.

“My word!” her words now holding the same perky inflection “Thank you, thank you so much, and please, call me Carolyn. With such a wonderful look I’ll have to carry myself with more refinement now”

“That is wonderful Carolyn, we are so glad you are one of us now. I trust you will be back soon? Perhaps with some of your friends?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. I’m sure I’ll be able to convince them, who wouldn’t just die to look so wonderful.”

“Well all the same, I left some tools of the trade in your new bag in case you find yourself needing to be more persuasive.”

“Thank you so much, I really don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Glad to help, come back anytime. Now get out there tiger, you’ve got some referrals to make!”

The girls fell into a soft chirping of laughter before the newly prepared Carolyn waved her farewells, she could barely wait to show her roommate her, and soon their, new look.

Description

Enjoy this manip? Check out more in the series: Getting Prepped

This series is a not super precise tip of the hat to the wonderfully written story by fembotheather called Rise of Prepsalon

(No copyright held, no profit taken, posted only as a tribute)
---
Carol stood on the other side of the mall’s promenade, unmoving as shoppers passed obliviously around her. The new salon’s sign had caught, one might say ensnared, Carol’s attention. It felt as if just moments ago she had begun to stare at it, but if pressed she would not have been able to answer how long it had been the center of her now unfocused gaze.

She could not believe how relaxed it had made her, something about the soft flickering glow of the light was so warm and disarming. Explaining it was hard, but as Carol’s thoughts wandered, she realized it was not just an explanation eluding her, everything was. It was as if her thoughts were under a thick fog.

Building within her, she could feel a desire, at first the words eluded her, but slowly, they formed in her mind, as it slid gently into place while she continued to stare. Finally she began to understand. A makeover… yes… that was what as needed… it would be so perfect… it would make the fogginess… go away.

Slowly, she began to shuffle toward the salon in silence, her vision a blurry tunnel that only came to focus directly in front of her, in the spot she slowly realized was occupied by a smiling and petite blond woman. The woman looked so lovely, the matching headband and pastel pink polo shirt, how come she never wore such pretty colors? A small sense of shame consumed her as she thought of active wear and baggy blazer draped over her.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” she heard the woman chirp.

“I… need… here for…” the words tumbled out of Carol’s mouth without structure or order

“Don’t you worry, we just had a cancellation and I can recognize a woman just dying to have a makeover. Come on in.”

“I… yes… thank… thank… coming…” she continued to mumble as the woman hooked her by the arm and lead her to a mirror next to her station.

“We’ll start with a nice relaxing shampoo. Your jacket and your cap please? We wouldn’t want them getting wet now would we?”

Carol knew the woman’s leading questions were right, why would she want those ugly pieces of clothing anyway. She could barely keep her eyes open as she slid one arm out of her blazer, feeling herself sway back, Carol reached out for the wall to steady herself and regain her balance and the jacket sliding off her shoulder to the floor.

“Whoopsies, let me help you there dear” said the woman as she guided Carol to the shampoo chair, removing her cap in the process. “Now, just relax, I’ll take care of everything from here”

Carol was in heaven, finding herself flirting in and out of consciousness, as the treated shampoo was expertly massaged into her hair and scalp before being softly rinsed away. She felt a small moment of disappointment as the woman finished and began a soft towel dry before taking her hand and guiding her to an old fashioned hair dryer. Carol watched in a daze as it was lowered over her head and things slowly began to fade into a brilliant white haze.
—
“Well Carol, what do you think?” the familiar voice came from the white nothingness as it drew her back to consciousness “Don’t you just love it?”

Carol’s vision raced back to her as she stood opposite a vision of refinement embodied by the lady in the mirror in front of her. She felt her heart begin to swim in happiness and pride, her wretched old athleisure wear now gone, replaced with such a lovely ensemble she now looked every bit like her new friend.

“My word!” her words now holding the same perky inflection “Thank you, thank you so much, and please, call me Carolyn. With such a wonderful look I’ll have to carry myself with more refinement now”

“That is wonderful Carolyn, we are so glad you are one of us now. I trust you will be back soon? Perhaps with some of your friends?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. I’m sure I’ll be able to convince them, who wouldn’t just die to look so wonderful.”

“Well all the same, I left some tools of the trade in your new bag in case you find yourself needing to be more persuasive.”

“Thank you so much, I really don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Glad to help, come back anytime. Now get out there tiger, you’ve got some referrals to make!”

The girls fell into a soft chirping of laughter before the newly prepared Carolyn waved her farewells, she could barely wait to show her roommate her, and soon their, new look.