"Why don't you follow me to my salon, young lady?", she says as she grabs your arm and leads you to her stand, not giving you a choice.
"Uh, listen, I have to be somewhere, so..."
"Nonsense!", she says, sitting you down on a salon chair.
"Since this is your first time here, your makeover is completely on the house! Now, let's start with your hair."
"But I just had a haircut the other day!", you exclaim.
"Exactly. I'm going to extend your hair."
You are momentarily confused until you remember where you are. The lady picks up some scissors and starts snipping away at your hair, only to have it grow out instead of shortening. After a few minutes of this she says,"All done!", and hands you a mirror so you can see your new hair.
You are shocked at how beautiful your hair has become. Where you once had brown mop hair now there are black luscious curls running down to your shoulders. Your hair has a slight sheen to it, almost as if you just came out of the shower, but when you reach up to touch it, you find that it's dry. You involuntarily giggle. You curse your feminine side for enjoying your misfortune so much.
"I see that you're enjoying my results," the lady says. "How about we start on your makeup?"
You decide to...