Jezebelle spent the next several minutes looking at he reflection, making silly-well, siller-faces, and honking her new nose. She especially loved the last; it felt like an orgasm whenever she squeezed the red bulb.
Something did occur to her. "My hair's all wrong," she said, running a hand through the black-dyed mass.
"It certainly is." The faicepaint lady helped her out of the chair and put a 'closed' sign, and led her through the Plaza. Even though it was past midnight, many of the shops were still open. Including one underneath a very colorful sign that said "Silly Shirley's."
Inside was an even more colorful boutique. And women dressed like clowns were doing the hair and nails of other women dressed like clowns.
One of the clown ladies, a plump whiteface who had the name 'Silly Shirley' written written on a name-tag, greeted them. "So you brought us a new one, have you?" she asked the facepaint lady.
"Yes I have. Now if you don't mind, I've got to go back to my shop-probably some more clients waiting!" With that, the facepaint lady turned around and stepped out.
Silly Shirley led Jezebelle over to an empty chair. "Bubbles! LuLanne!" Two clown girls-one auguste the other a hobo who looked very feminine despite her painted-on 'beard' came up to them. "Take this new client-what's your name?"
"Jezebelle." she answered. She thought about giving her real name, but decided it didn't matter.
"Jezebelle here, do her hair and nails-and her feet.
The two clowngirls looked at each other and then nodded. Jezebelle sat down in the chair and the two clowngirls went right to work.
First they leaned her back into a sink and shampooed her hair. While Bubbles the auguste added chemicals that made Jezebelle's scalp tingle, Lulanne the hobo girl got to work filing her nails.
After a timer went TING! Bubbles lifted Jezebelle out of the sink, then bundled her wet hair into a cloth cap connected by a hose to a strange device right next to the sink. Then she and LulAnne removed Jezebelle's Doc Martin and socks, then placed her feet into rectangular boxes filled with strange pinkish liquid that made them tingle. Both of them held up bowls of the same liquid for Jezebelle's hands.
For the next several minutes, the three of them mad the usual beauty salon small talk, with Bubbles and Lulanne periodically honking each others-and Jezebelle's-noses.
TING! the timer sounded again. Bubbles and LulAnne put away the bowels and the boxes. Jezebelle saw that her nails were now a bright red-pink. Her toenails were the same-and her feet now were a size 17, with eight inch wide toes.
Bubbles whirled the chair around, and Jezebelle haw her hair was the same pink as here nails, with black highlights. Not only that, it was fuller and thicker, and curled into ringlets. "What do you think? said Bubbles as Lulanne used black scrunchies to put Jezebelle's hair into two ponytails.
Jezebelle giggled and honked her nose. "I love it!" she squealed, with a giddiness the old her wouldn't have had. Then she looked at her new clown feet. "I think I need new shoes."