A girl with deep tan skin and long platinum blond hair sat next to Krystal. Her eyes had long, thick lashes, and her ruby lips were puffed up like a fish's. She had a perfect hourglass figure, long painted nails, and tits bigger than her own head. She was decked out in a belly-baring pink tube top that had "Mama's li'l slut" written on it, a purple micro-miniskirt that showed off her magenta thong, open-toe high heels, a bellybutton piercing, and hoop earrings. Krystal noticed the bimbo looked like she was trying not to cry.
"Hey," said Krystal. "You doing alright? My name's Krystal Brock, but you can call me Krys. I just noticed you look like you're having a real shitty time."
The bimbo sniffled. "Like, totes. I'm Kandi. Kandi Jones. My mom Khloe sent me here. She, like, actually wants me to be turned into some egghead nerd girl with glasses and acne, and... a brain! EWWWW!"
"How come?" Krystal asked.
Kandi cringed. "OMG, that's, like, soooo embarrassing! Soo, I had this math test in school, and I totally fucked up and got an A+!"
Krystal cocked her head. "That's bad?"
Kandi threw her head back dramatically and sighed. "To Mom it is! She's like this amazing, perfect superbimbo. Dad loves it. Anywaaaay, Mom's been, like, suuuuuper worried about my grades for a while now. She expects me to get D's and F's like a good, dumb bimbo, but I've been mostly getting B's and C's. And then I have too go and get this stupid A+! Ugh, I'm just, like, too smart for my own good! Well, Mom saw the grade, and she just about shit her pants, totally lost it. She yelled at me for using my brain and whined about how I'd never be the perfect mindless fucktoy she is. Finally, she says that if I'm going to get nerd grades, I'll have to become one, so she, like, demands I go to the shop where she got bimbofied the last time it appeared in town eighteen years ago since it's back and stuff, and get myself turned into some frumpy nerd!" Kandi started to cry. "I don't wanna be a nerd! I wanna be a hot bimbo!"
"Don't cry," said a sympathetic Krystal. "Maybe you'll... like being a nerd? Maybe?"
Kandi snorted. "With those ugly bangs, and those glasses? And, like, don't get me fucking started on the braces and acne! OMG, I might start liking bulky sweaters! EEEEEEK!!" Once Kandi calmed herself down, she looked at Krystal. "So yeahhhh, once my stylist, Morgan le Fay, gets back from her break, I'm so totally screwed. And defs not in the fun way. But, like, what about you, Kryssie? Whatcha doing here?"
"I'm in this salon because I wanna be fucking girly," Krystal answered. "But not the way you are. Innocent girly. Frilly dresses and stuffed animals and shit. It's something I've dreamed of for years."
Kandi smiled weakly. "At least one of us gets to be, like, who she wants to be."