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A candy that makes you horny, so you spend long drives in the passenger seat leaky and needy and humping the air as you suck on candy after candy for hours.
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Tina sat beneath the warm hum of the salon lights, watching the reflection of Holly’s hands move through her hair. Each stroke of the brush sent a pleasant shiver down her scalp, chasing away the tension that had clung to her all week. Holly’s voice was low and lilting, every word curling through the air like perfume.
"You'll feel so much lighter after this," she murmured. "It's more than a style, you know. It's a reflection."
Tina smiled faintly, unsure if she agreed but too relaxed to protest. The scent of hairspray and vanilla shampoo mingled into something thick, almost intoxicating. Her eyelids fluttered as Holly brushed again, slower this time, the bristles dragging across her scalp in a rhythm that made it hard to think about anything else.
Each pass seemed to untangle more than just her hair. Something inside her loosened; small ideas about how she looked, how she dressed, what she wanted to be. They slipped away as easily as the fallen strands collecting on the floor.
When Holly leaned close to whisper another suggestion, her breath warm against Tina's ear, the words sank deep.
"The look defines the woman," she said.
And Tina, staring at the shimmering reflection in the mirror, felt an unfamiliar thrill pulse through her. For the first time, she wondered if she had ever really known what kind of woman she was supposed to be.
Holly stepped back and smiled; not a smile of pride, but anticipation.
The chair tilted back, allowing her head to dip slightly over its edge, her hair cascading like an ebony waterfall behind her. Above, the salon's ambient lights were dimmed, creating an intimate and relaxed ambiance that invited her muscles to relax one by one.
With practiced efficiency, Holly secured a cape around Tina, the rustle of the fabric echoing in the quiet space. "This will transform more than your hair, it'll shift your entire perspective," she promised.
Holly began with dividing the dark curtain into precise subsections. The first touch of bleach was cool against Tina's scalp, and as it spread across her hair, a subtle, chemical scent tingled in her nose. "We're going to bring out the best in you," Holly murmured.
With a steady, experienced hand, Holly began the alchemy, blending the creams, developers, and toners with an artistry that was both clinical and personal. Every strand was attended to, coated in the promise of change. Tina's thoughts began to swim in a clouded haze; something about the sharp, pungency of the bleach mingling with the softer notes of toner made it difficult to think too deeply. Holly's meticulous attention to detail, her fingers gently massaging each section, lulled Tina further.
"This isn't just about having blonde hair; we're crafting your new persona," Holly's words seeped through Tina's veil of half-dreaming consciousness. The salon melted into a dream of gold and light, a world where her darkest hair burned into pale brilliance, each follicle whispering a secret of identity. "Think about it. Your hair grows from your head. And inside your head is your brain. And your brain is where all of your thoughts happen. So what do you think would happen to your personality if your brain was bleached like your hair?"
Tina struggled to focus but found her attention waning; her eyes growing heavy and the rhythmic touch on her head soothing any attempt at serious reflection. "I don't know," she murmured, a slight smile on her lips.
"Exactly. You don't know. It's so hard to think when all these chemicals change your very nature. And that is good. You don't need to think. Thinking is hard. Thinking reminds you of your old boring look. And we want you to embrace the new, sexy, hot look."
A soft sigh escaped Tina's mouth.
The transformation continued. After a deliberate wait, Holly guided her to the sink, where she rinsed away the chemicals. Warm water cascaded over Tina's scalp, and as Holly's fingertips danced against her skin in small, reassuring circles, Tina imagined that it wasn't just color being washed away, but the very essence of her old self. When Holly spoke again, her words blended seamlessly with the gentle noise of running water. "Embrace the blonde in you. The blonde is more fun. You don't worry. You don't think. You simply giggle and enjoy. Tina, you are going to be a blonde bimbo. Doesn't that sound wonderful? No more answering hard questions. Never again thinking about consequences. You are a blonde girl. And blondes just want to have fun." Each stroke of the shampoo seemed to scrub another layer of her former identity away, and by the time Tina opened her eyes again, she couldn't quite remember who that was.
The blow dryer felt like a baptism, the heat drying not only her hair but drying any lingering thoughts of her old self.
As they moved back to Holly's workstation, Holly's smile widened. "Now, let's style. I'll do a sexy look you've never thought to do." She wielded the scissors with such grace it seemed she wasn't cutting hair but sculpting it, the strands falling in shimmering arcs. "Not that you are thinking at all. A vapid ditz like Tina doesn't think."
A joyful giggle escaped Tina. "Uh-huh," she replied with an airy lilt. Each snip felt like freedom; from responsibilities, from worries, and from the image she had so carefully crafted for herself before this. "It feels like I'm a sexy woman now," she added, a glimmer of a smile forming on her lips.
"Not just sexy, Tina. Slutty. You are a slut. Short skirts, revealing clothes and sky-high heels are your obsession. As are boobs. God, you need big, round and fake globes." And as if echoing Holly's words, the salon seemed to pulse around her, the mirrors reflecting a world that was not her own. Her reflection in the mirror grew more distant.
"See yourself in a low-cut blouse, in a mini skirt. Every single male and female drools at the mere thought of you. And you, Tina, you want nothing more than for people to look. Because, Tina, attention is what you desire. It makes your pussy so moist."
There was something intoxicating about watching her transformation unfold; the blonde taking on a life of its own, the curls framing her now delicate, slightly vapid features.
"And it's not just that, you know. You know that being a blonde girl means that your pussy is aching. You need a release. A good cum. A messy and noisy orgasm." As if punctuating each word, Holly would flick a strand here, twist a lock there, every move designed to emphasize Tina's new identity. And Tina, watching her reflection with half-lidded eyes, couldn't help but agree.
"Life is so much better as a bimbo. And you want to be a bimbo, all the time," Holly hummed. "It's easy. It's fun. You're hot and slutty and fun. No need for the old you to come back. We don't want that. No what we want is for Tina to have fun. So you will come back here at least once a month. To maintain this wonderful and gorgeous shade of blonde." With the final cut, a sense of finality hung in the air. Tina's new locks shimmered in the salon's dim light, radiating a glow that whispered a secret every time they swayed.
"And we'll make you even sluttier. With every appointment, you will let go of your inhibitions a bit more. You will embrace that blonde bombshell in you." Holly's smile widened.
"Yeah," Tina's agreement came almost immediately. Her voice was airy, floating on a dream-like state. "I'll come back every month." In her mind's eye, she was already envisioning herself in a blouse so tight that every breath was a tease, a skirt so high it was almost a whisper. And her breasts?
i thought nothing of this sketch from yesterday too but I saw that it resonated with a few black folks and even indigenous folks who've felt that disconnect between their culture and themselves. glad my art could touch them. 💜
My dream is to be clicker trained for someone. Trying to be a human and behave normally but as soon as I hear that click my mind goes loopy and I've lost whatever train of thought I was trying to follow. Click click. I don't even know what's going on but my body feels funny and all of a sudden I'm on my knees looking up at you. Click. Puppies don't think. They just feel good. They listen. Click. They don't know any better. Silly puppy thinking it could resist. Click.
watching someone lose the ability to focus and fade into slowly repeating words because i forced it to look into my eyes up close is better than sex, anyway
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