It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Two weeks of vacation awaited Anita. Two weeks of boredom, she thought to herself, still, it was better than working on a no prospect nine to five job.
Today she had taken a few hours off to avoid the weekend rush, she would manage to get the 15:23 fairly easy.
She made it to the platform twenty minutes early.Â On the other side of the platform the international train, due to departure at 15:18 was waiting. Outside she saw four guys talking to a woman with a body like hersÂ – slightly overweight, with all the right curves â€“ wearing a cotton black dress, skirt above the knees andÂ strap top. She had an ugly black and white Â tattoo of a black heart with a white banner saying â€œGeraldâ€™s Girlâ€ on Â her arm and was sporting a very short white flattop hairdo.
Anita couldnâ€™t take her eyes of her. She didnâ€™t understand this. All those guys drooling at someone who didnâ€™t look half as good as she did, while she never could even get a date. She found it fascinating. She took out her mobile, pretending to make a phone call, and took some pictures of this woman. She even taped a small clip when the woman walked to the train door. She could hardly believe it ,Â the woman was stopped by a man trying to make conversation. A few minutes later the train left and Anita still Â was inÂ shock. What was it? Was it the dress? Her train arrived in time for a change, it even left in time, without her.
She was on a quest, she would find out why that woman was a man magnet while she was a man scare. She vowed that by the end of the weekend she wouldnâ€™t be a virgin anymore.
She wandered through town to the area where all the groovy shops were. Punkish second hand clothes, tattoo artists, strange bars.Â She was at a loss as she didnâ€™t know where to start.
Anita decided to enter one of the bigger stores, Â one that almost looked like a regular shop. Inside there were allÂ kind of strange people running around. They looked at her strangely. She really stood out as a sour thumb.
A girl in a red mini dress and a short fire engine red Mohawk came up to her.
â€œHello, how can I help you?â€
â€œWell, I was wonderingâ€¦Â can you make me look more sexyâ€ Anita whispered.
â€œWhat do you have in mind?â€ the lady in red answered. She could tell Anita was very nervous talking about this in public.
â€œFollow me and weâ€™ll talk it overâ€.
The girl led Anita through a corridor stacked with carton boxes and showed her into a odd looking room.Â A man with blue hair was sitting there smoking a cigarette. Red motioned him he should
â€œNow tell me, how do you define â€˜Sexyâ€™?â€
â€œWell, I was waiting on a train and I noticed this lady attracting all kind of men, I was wondering if you can turn me into something like her?â€
â€œCan you tell me what she looks like?â€
â€œI can do better, I have picturesâ€. Anita showed her the photoâ€™s and the little clip.
â€œOh, thatâ€™s Sylvie, she came in here this morning. Her hair was even longer than yours it now, I think itâ€™s here somewhereâ€. RedÂ started looking in some boxes and pulled out a long braid of dark blonde hair. â€œThat man inÂ the three piece suit, thatâ€™s Gerald, Â her husband, he got this makeover for his birthday. I must say he was mighty pleased with it too. We can give you something similar if you wantâ€
â€œCan you do better?â€ Anita inquired.
â€œWe can always try, Unfortunately Mac isnâ€™t here for the moment, heâ€™ll be back later. Letâ€™s start with sorting out some clothesâ€.
Red led Anita back to the store. She led her to a rack of black dresses and started browsing through them. She took one out Â and motioned Anita to try it on.
When Anita reemerged from the fitting area, she was dressed in a tight, sleeveless black dress with a skirt just up to her knees.
â€œAh, itâ€™s almost perfectâ€ Red approved. â€œYou should try it without your underwearâ€. It was true, it did look good over all, but you could see what she was wearing underneath. Anita went back and removed her underwear and presented the dress again.
â€œMuch better, though I think that little bulge down there makes you look like a chick with a dickâ€.
Anita looked in a long mirror and could see the problem. â€œBut if I wear a panty you can see that, so maybe we should try another dressâ€
â€œNonsense, â€œ Red replied, â€œWe just got to get rid of the bush and itâ€™ll be amazingly sexyâ€
Anitaâ€™s eyes popped open. She had never considered removing her pubes. She knew a lot of women did that though, she had heard men found that attractive â€“ at least some of them. Well, she wanted to be a man trap, maybe that would do it.
â€œOh, we can do that?â€ Anita wondered.
â€œSure we can, by the way, letâ€™s go back to the smoking areaâ€.
Anita picked up her hold clothes and put them in the bag Red had given her and followed her back to the room.
â€œThe shopâ€™s closing in a few minutes, â€œ the red lady said, â€œbut I surely have the time to finish you off, Mac and I donâ€™t have any immediate plans for tonight. By the way, Iâ€™m Ritaâ€.
â€œIâ€™m Anitaâ€ Anita replied, â€œ that would be wonderfulâ€
â€œAnd because we do it after hours we can charge less â€œ Rita winked.
Anita got the message. Luckily she had plenty of cash for the moment, she had saved up for a trip during her weeks off and hadnâ€™t decided where to go to yet. â€œOh, I can pay the full fee I thinkâ€ Anita stuttered .
â€œThatâ€™s great Nitâ€ Rita replied, â€œPlease sit down, have a drinkâ€
Before Anita could say no, Rita had poured out a large glass of whiskey, put some ice cubes in it and shoved it in Anitaâ€™s hand. Anita was flabbergasted, Â being a nice girl she sipped from it.
â€œIâ€™ll get my kit, be right backâ€, Rita told Nit (as she seemed to call Anita). â€œJust chill out a bitâ€.
Nit drank a bit from her glass, and inspected her dress. It did look nice, even if she was a bit overweight. Her breast looked fantastic, the big nipples showed nicely.
The blue haired man entered the room again and lighted a cigarette. He looked at Nit and offered her a cigarette. She hesitated for a second and thought, well if Sylvie smoked, why shouldnâ€™t she give it a try, she took the cigarette, Blue gave her a light and now she was a smoker. She had always hated cigarettes but now she tried one she found cigarette smoke didnâ€™t bother her that much .
Rita came back in with a beauty case in her hand. Nit was coughing, she clearly wasnâ€™t used to smoking.
â€œAh, your first cigarette, thatâ€™s a good idea. Sylvie didnâ€™t smoke either when she entered.â€Â She put the beauty case down on a little table and took out a cigarette herself. She bowed over to Nit and lit her cigarette with Nitâ€™s.
They relaxed smoking their cigarettes. WhenÂ Rita put out the bud and yawnedÂ â€œOh, I think Iâ€™d better get started. Maybe you should keep smoking, itâ€™ll keep your mind off of things, itâ€™s gonna hurt a little. Pete, can you be a gent and get a package of cigarettes for Nit?â€
Blue haired Pete, left the room. Rita gave Nit a cigarette which Nit lit with the smoldering stump she had been sucking.
â€œCan you sit on this sofa?â€ Rita commanded. Nit obeyed while having another big inhale followed by some coughing.
Rita pulled up the skirtÂ and spread the legs wide. She opened the beauty case and took out a small set of battery powered clippers. SheÂ bowed over and dived between the knees. It didnâ€™t take long before a buzzing sound filled the room and some strange ticklish vibrations made Nit giggle. That wasnâ€™t painful.
Pete arrived back just in time to hand over a new packet of cigarettes â€“ Nit had just finished hers.Â As she took her first inhale of the new stick, the buzzing stopped. Nit tried to make smoke figures exhaling as Rita rummaged through her beauty case. Nit was paying much attention, she was enjoying herself smoking and watching Pete eye her over all the time. She was slightly aware of some warm fabric being put on her privates. She was much more aware of the yanking pain she felt as Rita pulled the waxed strip.
â€œOuch, that hurtâ€ Nit said â€œCan I have a look at thatâ€. She took the strip and looked at it carefully. The honey brown strip looked like fly trap, but instead of the bugs it was littered with short curly hairs. Nitâ€™s curly hairs. As she studied it very carefully another burst of pain waved over her. â€œI hope it will look goodâ€
After several of the pain waves, Nit was getting used to it. She was almost sad when Rita stooped putting waxed strips down under.
â€œFinishedâ€, Rita cheered as she bowed over and kissedÂ Nitâ€™s newly bare treasure. She gave it a fast lick on the clit which Nit seemed to enjoy.
Rita took some ointment out of the beauty case and started oiling up Nitâ€™s bottom.Â That felt so good, Nit thought.
â€œToo bad we canâ€™t do that againâ€, Nit sighed, but maybe you should do my armpits as well?â€
Rita agreed and got to work. Nit kept pulling up and down her skirt while opening and closing her legs looking for Peteâ€™s reaction.
Pete noticed that and came and bowed over to have a look.
â€œYou know what would be great,â€ he suggested, â€œif weâ€™d tattoo your name above your grotto, that would be coolâ€ and he put his hand on her mons veneris to feel the smoothness. And Â smooth it was.
Nit looked cross and with her one free arm pulled down her skirt. â€œMaybe we can do that later, but not nowâ€.
Rita just finished up the second armpit and pulled Nit out of the sofa.
â€œNow that is better. What was that about the name tattoo?â€Â Rita pulled up the skirt â€œOh yes Pete, that would be neat. Hey Nit, what about it? Itâ€™ll be at least another hour before Mac will be here to do your hair, you know, Pete here is pretty good with the needle, you should really consider itâ€
â€œBut I donâ€™t like tattooâ€™s, I mean, theyâ€™re like foreverâ€ Nit protested.
â€œYeah, but theyâ€™re so sexy. They really turn on men.â€ Rita argued, â€œand isnâ€™t that the point of this exercise?â€.
So not before too long, Nit sat there with her legs wide spread and a blue haired man nosing between them. It tickled a bit, Nit always thought that having a tattoo would be very painful but this was alright.
Rita had convinced to let her do Nitâ€™s nails in the mean time. First she removed the pink nail polish. Next she cut the nails very short. Rita slowly worked through all the manicure steps and finished it off by putting on black nail polish.
As Rita was packing up her beauty case, the door swung open and a tall man with clean shaven head entered the room. Rita put down her beauty case and went up to him to kiss him on the cheek. â€œ
â€œWhat all this thenâ€ he asked.
â€œOh Mac, thatâ€™s Nit, she wants to be as sexy as Sylvie, you know the girl we did this morning. Peteâ€™s giving her a name tattooâ€.
â€œThat sounds like funâ€, Mac replied, â€œI hope you need my skills as well. â€œ HeÂ took off his jacket. â€œThat mane looks like it needs a proper job by meâ€.
â€œSureâ€ Rita replied, â€œWe would never do this without you Mac, we were waiting for youâ€.
â€œGoodâ€ he said as he rubbed over her short red hair and let his hand glide down her dress to squeeze her breast.
â€œNearly doneâ€ Pete uttered
Mac undressed his hand, took Ritaâ€™s cigarette, inhaled once and gave it back to her. â€œGood, Iâ€™ll get startedâ€. He opened a drawer and took something out of it. Then he walked to a bunch of boxes and selected one.
â€œDoneâ€ Pete exclaimed. He took a sponge and cleaned of the excess ink. Rita looked down inquisitive. Â â€œWow, great job Peteâ€ she whispered admiringly.Â â€œNit, do you want to see it?â€ Rita grabbed a hand mirror and held it in front of the tattoo. Although Nit could only see it mirrored she could make out in big gothic lettering â€œNitâ€. The dot above the I looked like a louse nit and under it was a beautiful blue rose which seemed to grow from under her clit hood.
â€œOh, thatâ€™s just beautiful â€œ Nit gasped. Can you do me another one on my upper arm?â€ She inquired.
â€œSureâ€, Pete said, â€œWhat do you want doneâ€.
â€œA dick, I want to be a chick with a dick.â€ Nit joked.
â€œOn your upper arm for all to see?â€
â€œYou can make it so they donâ€™t recognize it, canâ€™t you?â€
â€œSure and I can give it some girl power tooâ€ Pete replied
â€œIf you could do that, that would be greatâ€ Nit replied fluttering her eyes .
â€œEnough about that,â€ Mac butted in, â€œtime to start the hair. Itâ€™s gonna take a long time to bleach this mess. Youâ€™d better take off that dress hon, I donâ€™t have a capeâ€
â€œGood ideaâ€, Rita added, â€œyou donâ€™t want to mess up that back dress with bleach, it would be ruined and you havenâ€™t paid for it yetâ€
Nit took off her dress and sat naked on the chair Mac had put in the middle of the room..
He grabbed Nitâ€™s hair and pulled it in a pony tail. He pulled so hard it hurt, still Nit didnâ€™t dare to utter a sound of protest, there was no mucking about with Mac it seemed.Â He tied up the hair with an elastic band so tight it Nit could still feel the pull. He lit up a cigarette, nonchalantly took a straight razor , pulled the band down a little and started sawing through the thick ponytail. A few minutes later he had gone through the cord and caressed the severed locks while quietly moving towards the box and putting it in there.
Nit put her hand on the neck. Man that sure was short, but at least he couldnâ€™t pull that hair Â anymore.
Mac put on latex gloves and took out a plastic bottle. He pushed Nitâ€™s head so that her chin was between her breasts. He poured the liquid in her hair and massaged it in real good. The he pulled her head back to continue on the front. A few minutes later she could hear the popping of Mac pulling off his gloves;
â€œThere, Â thatâ€™s thatâ€ he announced. â€œGot to let it work before we can do the next batchâ€
Again he stole Ritaâ€™s cigarette, he didnâ€™t give it back this time, so Rita lit a new one.
Pete saw his chance. â€œOn which arm do you want it Nit?â€ he asked.
Nit hadnâ€™t had a smoke for a while now and she strangely felt the urge for another one. She was thinking as she lit up her cigarette. â€œThe left one, I need the other oneâ€. She inhaled once more.
Pete wetted her left upper arm and started shaving it with a disposable razor. He put a tattoo; stencil on her arm, checked and started inking the outlines.
Nit was just about to light her third cigarette when Mac reclaimed the stage. â€œItâ€™s timeâ€, he said.
Pete stopped working and Mac took Nit to a small bathroom he pushed her head under the tap and rinsed out the gooey stuff. He took a towel and dried her hair in a rather brutal way.Â When he had finished Nit saw her reflection sported some weird orangey hair that spiked everywhere.
â€œTime for some colourâ€ he remarked. And back they went to the smoking room.
During their absence Rita had prepared some strange blue mixture in a small bowl.
Mac took the bowl, stirred it to see if it was ready and then proceeded to smear it in Nitâ€™s orange bloom.
Not much later, things were back to what they were a few minutes ago. Nit smoking a cigarette with plastered hair, Pete pushing ink in her upper left arm.
Mac and Rita left the room, Nit had run out of cigarettes and Pete was sweating in silence over his tattoo design.
Nit was relieved when Mac finally reentered the room, followed by a sulking Rita. Her bright red Mohawk and disappeared, her skull was a smooth as could be, not a single hair to be seen. Her skin had a reddish tone which was a little brighter where the Mohawk had been.
â€œIâ€™m out of cigarettesâ€, Nit moaned. Nobody seemed to pay any attention.Â Mac studied Nitâ€™s hair as he put on another set of latex gloves. Â â€œRita, go get the girl a new packet and stop giving that lip. You needed anÂ updateâ€
Rita left the room,
â€œItâ€™s time â€œ Mac said.
Pete immediately stopped his work â€œItâ€™s nearly finished, we can do the rest after the haircutâ€
â€œNah, Iâ€™m only need to wash it out, gonna finish off Rita first. She needs to be the hottest doll of the party tonight. Are you sure you wonâ€™t come Pete?â€
Pete nodded no.
â€œMaybe Nit can take yourÂ invitation â€œ Mac suggested.
â€œSure, â€œÂ Pete replied as he cleaned up the unfinished canvas. â€œItâ€™s a groovy party Nit, youâ€™ll love itâ€
Nit was full of energy with all those changes going on, â€œSure, Iâ€™d love toâ€ she said much to her own surprise.
Nit was taken to the familiar sink, underwent the familiar forceful rinsing to reveal a smiling face with starch white hair in the mirror.
â€œIsnâ€™t that colour awesomeâ€ Mac remarked.
Nit had to agree. She never had dreamed white would look this good on her. It made her blue eyes sparkle. She almost looked as good as the girl she saw in the station.
When they reentered the room, Rita was back, she handed over another packet of cigarettes. Â Nit took one and lit it while she sat down on her chair. Not before too long Pete was back at work.
Rita was sitting in another chair while Mac was rubbing a moisturizer on her bare scalp. He leftÂ the room to fetch a small pot and a brush, he brushed the thick paste from the pot over Ritaâ€™s eyebrows. The redness on Ritaâ€™s scalp was barely visible except for the stripe in the middle.
Mac came over to watch Peteâ€™s work. â€œOh, thatâ€™s awesome manâ€ he whistled admiringly.Â He went back to Rita rubbed her head and started kissing her, holding her head with his both hands. Suddenly he pulled off the patch over her left eye. Rita screamed in pain, Mac quickly ripped off the right patch as well. He put his right hand under Ritaâ€™s chin, gave a kiss on each of the former sites of her eyebrows and took her hand to take her out of the room.
â€œFinished â€œ , he sighed. He wiped her upper arm clean and showed her the tattoo. It looked like a phallus shaped mountain, a bit like the sugarloaf in Rio, The top was in greys while the bottom was reddish. There were two boulders at the foot of the mountain. A snake had wrapped itself around the mountain and on the bottom thereâ€™s was green grass and a single tiny blue rose.
Nit was flabbergasted, that was a great tattoo and completely what she asked for. She touched her hair to find it was dry.
â€œShouldnâ€™t you get Mac?â€ she asked
â€œIâ€™d better not, besides, with Mac it never takes longâ€
â€œMaybe you can tattoo my tits in the mean timeâ€ Nit was surprised to hear herself say.
â€œYou donâ€™t expect me to put something willy-nilly on thereâ€ Pete answered surprised.
â€œOh yes, Willyâ€ Rita said while pointing to her right nipple, â€œNillyâ€, switching to her left.
â€œI guessâ€, Pete sighed, â€œthat wouldnâ€™t take longâ€.
Next he was diving between her breasts and started work again.
Much to Nitâ€™s chagrin he had finished very quick and when she was shown the result she saw it was written in a tiny, plain script, the words were barely visible â€“ a stark contrast with her name below.
â€œIÂ donâ€™t have time for anything more elaborate, it already past eleven, I need to go home, Amy will be furiousâ€
His timing was just right as Mac and Rita reentered the room. There was a slight smile on Ritaâ€™s face this time.
â€œGotta goâ€, Pete said, â€œHave some fun tonight, see you on Monday Ritaâ€
â€œSee youâ€ Rita smiled
â€œByeâ€ Mac added.
â€œThank you, itâ€™s greatâ€ tried to convey but Pete had already left.
Mac came back to Nit, looked at the tattoo and whistled â€œNice tat, you should get one of those Ritaâ€
Rita came and have a look and Mac put his hand on the back of her head â€œRight hereâ€. And he rubbed her a little. Rita smiled again.
He pushed her gently away. â€œLetâ€™s get started, enough time wasted alreadyâ€.
Mac took some wax from the table and waxed Nitâ€™s hair straight up.
He went to a closet to grab a heave set of clippers, took a small comb. He started combing up Nitâ€™s back hair and went over it with the blades. He went up to the eye level.Â Suddenly Nit felt the metal touching the base of neck, she feared he would take off all her hair, she was relieved when she realized he was just tapering the neck.Â Mac moved to the left side and started doing similar work it didnâ€™t take long before he was working on the right side. Flocks of white hairs fell down on Nitâ€™s naked body. It tickled. When that was finished Mac positioned himself behind Nit, placed the comb through the top hair and working in a straight line. He made sure the longish white locks fell over her face between her breast upon the once hairy mons veneris.Â He was enjoying himself. Â To finish it off he made the connections to the flat top and the side hair, making sure the transition was smooth.
â€œLetâ€™s see what you think of itâ€ he said. Nit stood up and brushed the hairs from between her legs, next she tried to cleanÂ her breasts. She followedÂ Mac to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and she now had short flattop. She put her hands on it and was surprised to enjoy the shortness at the sides and the top. The bits where the hair was longer felt harsh and deformed when she pressed it. The top hair was about 6mm short, you could see her skin through it. She liked that.
â€œWellâ€, she said, â€œIt looks a lot like the girl in the station, in fact Â too much like her, I want something different, better. Can you do it all this length?â€, she asked while pointing to her landing strip.
â€œAnything to keep the customer satisfied, only, Â the sides are too short for thatâ€ he smiled.
â€œThatâ€™s okay â€œ Nit replied.
She went back to the chair. Mac clicked a comb on the clippers and again stood behind Nit. Again he made the hair fall in Nitâ€™s lap, much to Ritaâ€™s chagrin. He went over the head several times, making sure no hair was longer than intended.
When he was finished, they again went to the bathroom. Rita followed and positioned herself in the doorway. Nit smiled as she saw herself in the mirror, she bowed to the mirror inspecting her new crewcut. It was hot, she felt hot. â€œMuch betterâ€, she remarked, â€œmuch much betterâ€.
â€œWait Iâ€™ll clean you upâ€ Mac suggested.
He wetted a cloth and started to wipe all the hairs from Nitâ€™s body, starting with her face, through her neck. Continuing to her breast â€“ he could resist to squeeze them a little, though he didnâ€™t