"I'm a bit surprised by Mark's choice," the barber says as he ties the
drape around your neck.
"Mark?"
"Oh, I recognize the coupon it's the one that Mark Frankfort bought."
"Well, Mark's my best friend. He sent me the coupon without a note or
return address - I thought it was promotional. I'll have to write him
a thank you note."
The barber chuckled, "So you'll be accompanying him to his sister's
wedding?"
"What Caitlin's? Oh, nah. He was going to, but she told him he had to
show up with a girl on his arm - and the only way I'd be welcome is if
I changed my sex and dressed appropriately! So, I'm not planning on
being there. Oh, that explains the gift certificate then - he bought
it before Caitlin nixed my coming."
"I couldn't say," the barber said as he wrapped the hot towel around
your head.
You inhale the strong scent of eucalyptus, and feel very sleepy. You
doze off.
You wake refreshed with the sound of a loud dryer blowing and hot hair
on your head and neck. You're seated in a drying chair in the beauty
parlor section of the barber shop. You yawn and look down at the
drape over your chest. It's hanging all wrong. You pat the two bulges
sticking out of your chest and scream. It's a high pitched scream.
You lift the dryer off your head, get up and dash to the mirror. You
see a reflection but it's not you. At the same time it is you.
You hear a short laugh, and turn. Mark is sitting in the waiting area
with a magazine in his hand. He stands up.
"Well, it's about time you woke up, sleepy head. Your total makeover
is complete, and you're ready to go with me to my sister's wedding."
"I'm a girl?" you ask in a voice octaves higher than before.
"Yeah, the perfect girl. We're going up a couple days early, so we'll
need to stop at the mall and get you a weekend wardrobe. You're
invited to Caitlin's bachelorette party tonight. So-"
"You changed me into a woman, just so you could take me to your
sister's wedding?"
"Well, not only that. It's just - you know I'm bi."
"Yeah, and you know I'm straight -" you pause as you consider your
words - "I'm a straight guy."
"Not anymore - you're a woman remember?"
You grab your crotch - "What have you done?"
You turn to see the barber and grab him, "What have you done? Turn me
back?"
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry about the deception, but you really make a cute
couple. Go with Mark for the weekend. See if you like the new you. If
you don't I'll pencil you in for an unmakeover next week."
"Do it now!"
"Honey, relax. It doesn't work that way. The transformation has to
set before it can be reversed. If I tampered with you now, you might
end up a eunuch or hermaphrodite. Not that there's anything wrong with
that -if that's your thing, but it wouldn't be you. Can't undo a
change for 7 days minimum."
"I'm stuck this way for a week?"
"Or longer if you like it. It's your choice after one week."
"So what d'ya say, honey, let's go buy you a wardrobe!"
"Honey?" you roar, "Don't call me honey you twisted Cassanova!"
"Haha, well, I can't call you by your old name - it no longer suits
you. How about Elaine or Julie or Debbie or Carol? What would you
like me to call you?"
You stare at your now female reflection, "I feel like Alice through
the Looking Glass - so I guess you can call me Alice," you say softly
in defeat.
"Caitlin will freak when she finds out who you were," Mark says. You
glare at him, and he corrects himself , "Are, I mean."
"Yeah, it might be fun to pull one over on Caitlin. She did say this
was the only way I'd be welcome at her wedding, and with this hot bod,
I bet I can really get under her skin if I flirt with her fiance
David."
"Yeah, well, remember you're my date, and that would probably get
under my skin too."
"Oh, and who asked me before he did this to me? If I want to screw
with your sister's boyfriend's head, I should be permitted."
"Well, as long as it's only flirting..."