I am traveling to a nearby city for a job interview with a prestigious photo agency. I realized that although I think my talent is what they want, that they are a very conservative firm, and I am taking a chance with my portfolio of glamour and nudes. But that is the type of photography they now wanted to move into, and that's why they contacted me. But I knew that my current image of shoulder length hair, leather biker jacket, and heavy biker style earrings and rings might not go over very well. So as I nervously rode around the town on my bike, killing time before the interview, I knew that I would have to chance my look if I wanted the job.

As I rode, I passed a small shop, "Hair and More". I decided this was an omen, pulled to the curb and parked the bike. Walking in the door, I realize that this is not the type of place I first imagined. Everything is in pastels, bright chrome and neon colors. The receptionist is wearing a tiny smock that barely covers her full bust or the tops of her stockings. Her golden blonde hair is in a very dramatic up style, heavily teased and sprayed. Her long red nails tap on the glass counter as she eyes me up and down, asking if she can help me.

I explain that I have an important job interview with "The White House", one of the top photo agencies in the country, and need to look just right for it. She asks me about the job. I explain that I'm a photographer, and seeing the portfolio in my hands she asks to see my work. She oohs and aahs at some of the nudes, and I almost imagine she licks her full red lips when she sees some of the racier shots at the back. She tells me to have a seat for a few minutes as she needs to talk to the manager to see if they can squeeze me in.

After a few minutes she returns with an attractive platinum blonde, who is followed by a thin Asian female. "Hello, I'm Miss Tara, the owner and manager. I understand you wish to get a new look for your job interview. Normally we are booked up weeks in advance and don't take walk ins, but we do have a cancellation . It's a rather lengthy appointment; so we should be able to fit you into; it's in 20 minutes. Shelly here tells me that you are a photographer, and a talented one, and have an interview at the White House. From what she tells me you have a good eye for female beauty, I can appreciate that. Besides, that firm is not only very important clients; but Ms White is a close personal friend, so we'll do everything we can to make sure things are to Ms White's very exacting tastes. My personal assistant, Yoko, has some papers for you to sign before we can start. If you'll just sign it, we can get started in a few minutes." The pretty auburn haired oriental hands me a clipboard. I fill out the information on top of the form, then after three pages of small print, sign on the line she shows me. Smiling, she signs next to mine, takes a rubber stamp from the counter, stamps it, and hands it to the receptionist.

Yoko then leads me to a cubicle in the back. Miss Tara introduces me to the stylist, Miss Ginger. A stunning redhead, her hair falls to her shoulders in large copper colored curls, and is teased out several inches in all directions. I try not to stare, but the long deep cleavage of her very large freckled bust draws me like a magnet. Her giggle startles me back to reality. I start to set my portfolio case down, but Miss Tara takes it from me, asking if she can see it. I nod yes and sit in the chair, trying hard not to gawk at the luscious redhead. Her tiny pink smock struggles to hold her enormous bust, her hard nipples clearly straining against the thin material. Every time she moves, the black lace garters attached to the tops of her black lace stockings show, flashing a little pale skin into view.

Miss Tara quickly turns to the racier nudes in the back, and comments to Yoko on my tastes in feminine beauty. All three ladies nod to each other as they note the bulge forming in the front of my best jeans.

I begin to explain to Ginger how I would like my hair cut. She patiently listens to me, as Miss Tara continues to browse my work, making numerous comments to Yoko about each photo. If I had been paying attention, I should have been able to see the wheels turning in her mind. If I could have read her mind, I should have been afraid, or ecstatic, or both at the same time. "I think that anyone who so obviously loves the female form, with all it's feminine power, and in such extremes of femininity beauty, surely deserves something special. Ginger, I really think that since we have the time; and as a favor to Ms White, we must give this one the works." When I explained that all I wanted was a haircut, she calmly put her long manicured finger to my lips, continuing "Now don't you worry honey. I know exactly what you need, and just what you really want." They all smiled at each other, as Ginger removed the 2 earrings from my left ear, then covered me with the clear pink drape, snapping it around my neck.

Turning the chair and tipping me back, she began washing and rinsing my hair. Enjoying the feel of her fingers through my hair, I stare in awe at the size of her bust as she bends over me, blocking most of my view. When she turns my head to the side to rinse it, I could swear I saw the outline of sheer pink panties under her short smock. Sitting the chair up, she takes a large pink towel and begins to blot my hair. Yoko opens a cabinet behind her, taking a small pale yellow towel from a drawer. Opening a bottle of yellow liquid, she pours some into the towel, folds it, lays it across my mouth and nose, telling me to relax and inhale the special medicated vapors that will help make sure I enjoy the day. Soon the room gets warm, and starts to spin.

After several minutes Miss Tara leans over and look into my eyes. "From the glazed look in these pretty blue eyes, I think we're ready to start." she tells Ginger. Putting her hand on the front of my pants, she slowly fondles me, "Now you just relax honey, and enjoy yourself. Because you won't be able to do anything to stop what's going to happen anyway. Besides, something tells me you are going to enjoy this much more than you'd ever admit. OK ladies, we've got a lot of work to do, let's get started." With that the chair is turned to face the large mirrored wall, and I see several other women enter the cubicle. Two of them are carrying scissors. The towel is wrapped around my head, holding the yellow towel in place over my face. The pink drape is removed, and they begin at the sleeves of my shirt, and cut it off. At my feet my boots and socks are removed, then the pants are cut away. They all giggle when they see I am not wearing underwear. Several sets of hands pull the cloth and the remnants of my clothes are removed. Noting the 1" gold ring in each nipple, Miss Tara pinches the left nipple, tugs on the ring and exclaims "Oh yes. Ladies, we hit the jackpot with this one. This is even better then I hoped for, the possibilities are endless. Let's get real nasty with this little slut."

Three women begin coating my body with a thick pink paste, as several hands massage the paste into every inch of my body. As I look down, I am soon completely covered in pink from the ears down; even my beard and sideburns are coated. Another woman had pulled up a small cart by my feet, and began working on my feet. Soon each toenail is a bright glittering red. Large curved fake nails are then glued to my fingers, reaching over 3". Soon they are filed to a smooth taper, and several coats of bright red polish are applied and sprinkled with a golden glitter, all 2 1/2" of them. As I continue to breath the scented towel, my vision slowly clears, my mind numb, and my whole body tingles, inside and out.

Checking the edges of the rubbery pink coating, Miss Tara explains, "The special herbs on the towel you are enjoying help put you in a very relaxed state, an almost hypnotic trance. Many people become very open to suggestion. While the trance itself lasts a couple of hours, the effects of it have been known to last for days. The more you fight it, the better it works. Even the slightest suggestion turns into a strong desire. It can be recalled at any time, starting the trance, or triggering any response, and it can last for days. It should turn your love of exaggerated female beauty into an uncontrollable obsession. You'll soon be doing everything, anything, and I do mean ANYTHING, for that female form you so enjoy."

They slowly began to peel off the dried pink coating. As it came off, the skin under it tingled and was smooth and hair free. "Oh that looks even better than expected." Miss Tara purrs. "This is new, and we are testing it. It partially dissolves the hair it touches, then pulls it out at the root when we peel it off. And it has a special agent that will hamper the hair growth for several weeks, leaving you totally smooth for about a month." Slowly, sensuously, they run their hands up and down my body, as she continues, "Oh yes, this one is going to be so hot, I don't know if I can control myself. She has slut written all over her. Now; let's get started on that new hair do she wanted so badly." Miss Tara instructed.

Miss Ginger removed the pink towel from around my head. She began combing my hair, removing the tangles, until it lay flat back against my head, just touching my collar. They discussed my features, and which styles would be the best, and the sexiest. Sitting nude in the chair, my mind raced. This couldn't really be happening.

They soon decide on what my new hairstyle should be. "You are really going to enjoy this." Miss Tara explained. "It will really accent your appearance. It will be extremely feminine, and very sexy. We only have to cut a little, to give it the right shape so the curls set right. Oh, yes, you'll just love the way your sexy new curls will bounce when you swish about, and the extra body perm will make sure it lasts until your hair is long enough for a more elaborate style." With that Miss Ginger began to selectively snip away sections of hair.

Satisfied, Miss Ginger spun the chair so I could look into the mirrors, and began to comb sections of hair. She was just about to start applying the solution when Yoko spoke up.

"Mistress," Yoko addressed Miss Tara, "I just noticed that your new miss seems to be very fond of blondes. The majority of the models in her photos are blondes, most are either dramatically highlighted or almost pure platinum with just a hint of color at the roots."

Looking closely at the photos, Miss Tara flipped through several pages. "I think you're right. Our little miss here does seem to have a thing for blondes." Turning to me, she leans over; tracing a long manicured finger the length of my naked shaft. "So, does our little missy have a fondness for us beautiful blondes?" With that she stroked my shaft, feeling it throb in her hand. "I guess that settles it. Our new slut is just 'dying' to become a bleach blonde sex machine. Don't worry honey, just between you and me, I'm not a true blonde either; but you'll learn all about that later." Turning to Ginger, "I guess it's a platinum princess for this one.

Pulling out a rubber cap, she pulled in on over my head. Once in place, she took a small metal hook, and began selectively pulling out strands of hair. When she was satisfied, she opened a box and began mixing the solution. When it was ready, she coated the cap, and my hair, with the solution. After 10 minutes, she rinsed it off. This was repeated several times, each time pulling more and more hair through the holes, and leaving the solution on 5 minutes longer each time. She began concentrating on the hair around my face, taking extra hair from there each time. Finally it felt like every hair on my head had been pulled through one of those tiny holes. She brought out a box with a picture of a very pretty woman with almost pure white hair on it. Taking out a large bottle of thick white get, she applied it heavily to each section of hair, until it looked like my head was totally covered with whipped cream. The timer was again set, this time it was up to 45 minutes, and when it rang; the chair was again turned, and my hair rinsed. The cap was removed, and my hair rinsed again.

Reaching into a basket of tiny perm rods, she twisted each section of hair several times before rolling it tightly onto the rod. Soon my entire head was covered with the tiny rods. "Go ahead and use the L4 perm solution for her. Her curls won't last quite as long, but its specially designed to work with the peroxide gel."

With that, the beautiful redhead opened a cabinet and took out a large box with a picture of a pretty woman with dramatically curly hair. Opening the box, she mixed the two bottles, poured in a thick white solution, and shook the bottle. Once satisfied it was mixed, she began to saturate each section of hair, all wound tightly around a tiny perm rod. While she set the timer, they began to discuss clothes and accessories. When the timer went off, she opened another bottle from the box and again saturated each section of hair. Again, the timer was set, and rang. Turning the chair around, I was laid back, and the solutions rinsed out of my hair. Again, I was set up and turned to the mirrors.

One by one, the perm rods were removed and dropped into the basket. One of the rods had a couple of strands of hair stuck to it, an almost luminous white hair; my hair. A thick blue setting get was worked into my hair, then it was rolled back onto a series of tiny rollers. A thick white foam was sprayed onto my tightly curled hair, and a large plastic cap fit over my head; attached to a long hose. The hose was plugged into a nozzle on the cabinet, and it soon filled with warm air.

While the hood warmed up, a pretty black woman pulled a cart up along side me. She had long golden blonde braids that fell to the middle of her back. The front of her tiny smock struggled to contain her huge bust, with several inches of deep, tightly packed cleavage trying to push its way out of the top of her low cut smock. She picked up one of my hands in hers, and began to file my nails. Looking at her hands, I was amazed to see she had long curving nails, almost 4" long, and elaborately decorated. She worked quickly. She then took a small took, and began to make deep scratches al over my nails. Opening a large case, she picked out several long fake fingernails. She fit them to my fingers, making sure they were properly sized. She then opened a bottle labeled 'Miracle Bond' and put a thin layer across the first nail, then pressed a long fake fingernail tightly to it. She explained that she was using a new type of super glue to make sure they didn't come off early. And she explained that these nails were a type of fiberglass that was almost unbreakable, and that this combination usually lasted about a month before it had to be redone. After doing each finger, she moved to my feet. She filed each toenail, then applied a coat of bright red polish. As it dried, she sprinkled it with a gold glitter. After 3 coats, she placed a tiny gold starbursts on each toenail. She applied 2 coats of clear polish. She repeated this with each new long fingernail. After the coats of red polish, she applied several of the gold designs to each nail, then 3 coats of clear polish. Testing each nail to make sure it was dry, she then closed her cases, and pushed her cart away.

The next woman was short, pushing another cart. She had deep red hair, almost a burgundy, with lots of dramatic golden highlights. Her hair fell just below her shoulders in big curls that stood out several inches in every direction. Under the big curls I see several very large hoop earrings sway with each step. As she walks up, I noticed the shoes she wore. They were a shiny black open toe sandal with straps wrapping around her ankles. The shoes had a thick platform under her toes, and spike heels that had to be over 8" high. She too shows a large amount of tightly packed cleavage over the top of her low cut smock. I can easily see her hard nipples poking through the sheer material.

She examined my ears for several minutes. Then she picked up what I recognized as an ear piercing gun. Moving to the left side, she cocked the gun, placing it above the two holes I already had. I felt it pop. She repeated this several times. Then she moved to the right side and repeated this. I lost count of the number of times. Then picking up another device, she manipulated each ear several times. Moving to the front, she opened each of the tiny rings in my nipples. She worked a device through each hole, then replaced it with a much larger ring; each a tick gold ring now almost 3" in diameter. She then reached down for my now throbbing dick. A 1" gold ring was placed through the hole, coming out the underside of the head. Another was place at the base of the shaft, and one just behind my balls. A row of tiny gold barbell studs is placed along the underside of his cock, one every 1/4". A row of 1/4" gold rings is put down the center of his balls, 1/4" apart. Holding up a mirror for me, I can see that I now have 6 gold hoop earring in each ear. The first is 6", and each an inch smaller. Between each hoop is two small diamond studs, with several more going up and around the curve of my ear. Then a tiny diamond stud is placed in my left nostril. As she turns and walks away, I can see the several inches of skin above the tops of her stockings under her short smock, and can just see a hint of red panty.

A pretty woman with a long golden blonde braid of hair walks up. As she leans over me, examining my face, I can't help but be enthralled by her bust. The tiny pink smock she wears struggles to contain an enormous bust, which almost appear too large for her frame. Several inches of deep cleavage poke out and her breasts threaten to spill out of her smock with every movement. I can clearly see her hard nipples straining the thin smock. She leans over me, a simple pair of tweezers in hand, and begins to pluck first one brow, then the other. After 10 minutes on the one brow, she turns to the other. Soon she steps back, looking to Miss Tara for approval, she gets the nod of approval. Holding a mirror up for me to see, all I can see is a thin line, high over each eye.

Another woman pulls up a cart. This one has more equipment on it that I do not recognize. She is also very pretty, an oriental with waist length jet black hair. Her large almond eyes are an explosion of colors under her dramatically arched brow. Her full lips a deep bright red, and her cheeks a luminous pink. As I looked at her face, my eyes wander down to her equally lovely bust. I kept thinking that the odds of so many woman having such remarkably large busts was beyond believe. Yet, I don't think I saw a woman of less than DD build anywhere. I also thought I saw something else in her ample bust, tattoos. Yes, they are tattoos. Looking down, I see that even her arms are full of elaborate designs.

She picks up a small device with a wire attached, and dips it in what looks like black ink. She then leans over me, and touches my lower eyelid with it, and it begins to buzz. Soon both eyes are traced with a thin line. Switching to a light blue, the outsides of my eyes are shaded, then darker blue. Light pink and gold are added. I loose track of how many colors, and soon my eyes are also a blaze of colors. Then she dips the device into a brilliant red, and touches it to my lips. After 20 minutes, my entire mouth is outlined to a full, plump red. A flash of pink sweeps my cheeks. Now she moves lower, and soon both nipples are the same red that decorates my lips, and made to look larger. As she turns to leave, I note she too is in sky high heels of over 7" high.

Miss Tara Leans over me, places her hand on my throbbing crotch as assures me, "Oh yes my little slut. Aren't you so happy now that Kimmie did your make up for you? Just think, now you never have to worry about being seen without your slutty little look, since she just tattooed it on for you. And with a little work, you can even add to it to make it more dramatic if you want. You are looking so good. Don't worry, we aren't done with you yet. " With that she carefully traced a long manicured finger the length of my throbbing shaft. Then using the same long nails, flicked the new ring in my left nipple, before pinching the nipple, pulling it taught. "OK ladies, it's time to start getting this little slut dressed."