CHAPTER TEN
"Are you sure?" Jean asks, suddenly serious.
"Yeah, just leave the hair alone for awhile, okay? Member," I level a look into her eyes. "I'm trusting you."
"Don't worry, I'm great at this!"
"Yeah, I can tell." I mumble quietly. Jean is utterly gorgeous. Her flaming red hair could be drawn right from a fire, her complexion is smooth and clear. Her body is in perfect proportion with a slim waist, and fairly large breasts.
"What?" she turns her attention back to me. Something small and silver flashes in her hand.
"Nothing," I hurry out, "What is that?" I point to her hand holding the silver object.
"Tweezers."
I back away, "And what do they do?"
"They are for your eyebrows silly!"
"What about my eyebrows?" my tone is defensive.
"Nothing, well, if you like caterpillars. But,!" she halts my tongue from speaking with her hand, "It actually suits you, but I think I can make them even better."
"Will it hurt?" I'm dubious.
"I'm not going to lie; yes, it does. But only at first!" she placates my outburst. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life." I say simply and honestly.
"Good." Ten painful minutes later, Jean cries, "Voila!" I go to turn my head, "No! Ze patient must not look at 'er reflection until ze mastah has feenished 'er johb!" Jean puts on a horrible French accent which makes me wince.
"Okay..." I sigh, and tie my massive hair out of the way. Although lightweight, I have alot of it.
I close my eyes and give in to Jean's capable hands. I do not know what she just put on my skin, but it tingles!
"What is that?" I ask as she massages it into the skin on my face.
"Cleansing wash. It leaves your skin healthy and glowing, and free of dirt. Wow," she whistles as she washes it off with a cloth, "You should see how well it worked."
I stubbornly refuse to open my eyes.
Nearly an hour later, Jean declares that she is finished tampering with me. I stand up and face the mirror, opening my eyes. I gasp as I stare yet another stranger. I do not recognize this hauntingly pretty female staring at me.
With my hair drawn up, the style offers my high sculpted cheek bones more prominence and, with a hint of blush. I have a tan, due to the tanning booth I have visited frequently in the small weight room. The tan makes my usually ghost pale skin shine with an extremely healthy glow. My eyes, emphasized with mascara and eyeliner, are wide and almond shaped, holding burning amber orbs. My 'new' eyebrows contribute to the sultry shape of my eyes, and I am glad those big scragglers were gone for good.. My nose is well, still my nose and perfectly ordinary, a little on the small side, but it fits in with the rest of my body. My mouth is wide, sensual. And... pouty?
I turn to Jean, "I look... pretty. Thank you so much." I hug her tightly.
"No problem, Kittie. But, it was all you. All I did was apply makeup and curb those 'brows."
"No, still, thanks. Can you... Can you show me how to." My finger circles around my face.
"Sure!" we spend the next little while doing things to my face. Jean, teaching me how, and me learning.
I am sitting in the rotating chair, looking at the huge mirrors spanning the counter, brushing my hair, when the question pops out, "Lets cut it."
Startled, Jean drops the magazine she'd been leafing through. Retrieving it, she places it on the counter, "You sure?"
"Yes. Yeah.. Well, I don't want all of it cut off. Maybe to just, my shoulder blades?" my hands cut off the hair at the suggested spot, and I raise my newly sculpted eyebrows. Blinking my long lashes innocently, "How 'bout it?"
Jean frowns, but she is excited, "Only if you are absolutely sure!" she holds the scissors and approaches.
Taking a deep breath, I say bravely, "Yes."
"Are you sure?" Jean asks, suddenly serious.
"Yeah, just leave the hair alone for awhile, okay? Member," I level a look into her eyes. "I'm trusting you."
"Don't worry, I'm great at this!"
"Yeah, I can tell." I mumble quietly. Jean is utterly gorgeous. Her flaming red hair could be drawn right from a fire, her complexion is smooth and clear. Her body is in perfect proportion with a slim waist, and fairly large breasts.
"What?" she turns her attention back to me. Something small and silver flashes in her hand.
"Nothing," I hurry out, "What is that?" I point to her hand holding the silver object.
"Tweezers."
I back away, "And what do they do?"
"They are for your eyebrows silly!"
"What about my eyebrows?" my tone is defensive.
"Nothing, well, if you like caterpillars. But,!" she halts my tongue from speaking with her hand, "It actually suits you, but I think I can make them even better."
"Will it hurt?" I'm dubious.
"I'm not going to lie; yes, it does. But only at first!" she placates my outburst. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life." I say simply and honestly.
"Good." Ten painful minutes later, Jean cries, "Voila!" I go to turn my head, "No! Ze patient must not look at 'er reflection until ze mastah has feenished 'er johb!" Jean puts on a horrible French accent which makes me wince.
"Okay..." I sigh, and tie my massive hair out of the way. Although lightweight, I have alot of it.
I close my eyes and give in to Jean's capable hands. I do not know what she just put on my skin, but it tingles!
"What is that?" I ask as she massages it into the skin on my face.
"Cleansing wash. It leaves your skin healthy and glowing, and free of dirt. Wow," she whistles as she washes it off with a cloth, "You should see how well it worked."
I stubbornly refuse to open my eyes.
Nearly an hour later, Jean declares that she is finished tampering with me. I stand up and face the mirror, opening my eyes. I gasp as I stare yet another stranger. I do not recognize this hauntingly pretty female staring at me.
With my hair drawn up, the style offers my high sculpted cheek bones more prominence and, with a hint of blush. I have a tan, due to the tanning booth I have visited frequently in the small weight room. The tan makes my usually ghost pale skin shine with an extremely healthy glow. My eyes, emphasized with mascara and eyeliner, are wide and almond shaped, holding burning amber orbs. My 'new' eyebrows contribute to the sultry shape of my eyes, and I am glad those big scragglers were gone for good.. My nose is well, still my nose and perfectly ordinary, a little on the small side, but it fits in with the rest of my body. My mouth is wide, sensual. And... pouty?
I turn to Jean, "I look... pretty. Thank you so much." I hug her tightly.
"No problem, Kittie. But, it was all you. All I did was apply makeup and curb those 'brows."
"No, still, thanks. Can you... Can you show me how to." My finger circles around my face.
"Sure!" we spend the next little while doing things to my face. Jean, teaching me how, and me learning.
I am sitting in the rotating chair, looking at the huge mirrors spanning the counter, brushing my hair, when the question pops out, "Lets cut it."
Startled, Jean drops the magazine she'd been leafing through. Retrieving it, she places it on the counter, "You sure?"
"Yes. Yeah.. Well, I don't want all of it cut off. Maybe to just, my shoulder blades?" my hands cut off the hair at the suggested spot, and I raise my newly sculpted eyebrows. Blinking my long lashes innocently, "How 'bout it?"
Jean frowns, but she is excited, "Only if you are absolutely sure!" she holds the scissors and approaches.
Taking a deep breath, I say bravely, "Yes."