Hairspray of Horror

Featured in the new Frightening Feminization book! As requested by Ryan!

Ryan needs a haircut. This creepy retro salon should be fine for a basic men’s cut.

“Do you do men’s cuts?” asked Ryan to the old eccentric woman.

“Of course, hon!” she replied throwing her hands forward. They were manicured and had multiple rings on them. From her long purple dress and other jewelry, he could have sworn she was a gypsy.

The salon itself looked more like a magic shop than a place to get a hair cut. Sure, there were salon chair stations, but also oriental rugs, mannequins with retro wigs and clothing, and other odd decor.

“My old barber just retired and my hair has been getting too long. I’m glad you take walk-ins!”

“No problem dear, My name is Lorraine.”

“Ryan.”

“Come. Sit down!” said Lorraine in an excited tone.

“Sure you can do a men’s cut?”

“Yes…” she said reiterating the fact that she did both women’s and men’s cuts.

“Just making sure. I haven’t had a woman cut my hair since I was a kid.”

“I’m sure I won’t disappoint you.”

“How long have you been here?” asked Ryan while getting a nylon cape put around him in the chair.

“Going on almost forty years.”

“Wow, that’s almost twice as long as I’ve been alive.”

Lorraine smirked, knowing Ryan could be her grandson. “What did you have in mind today?”

Ryan looked in the mirror in front of him. His medium-length brown hair had been styled in the same way for about five years. “Just a short trim for now, but I’ve been looking for something new.” He wondered why he just said that to a woman who was entering her golden years. Probably not up to date on the latest trends in men’s fashion.

“Of course,” said Lorraine as she picked up some shears and hairspray.

“So tell me about yourself.”

“I’m from Seattle originally and work in sales right now.”

“Girlfriend?”

He laughed. “Not right now.”

“Ever thought about being a woman?”

“Excuse me?”

Lorraine only did a few snips with the scissors and then placed them down. She sprayed the purple can of hairspray on his head immediately making him cough. He tried moving his feet and arms but was paralyzed in the chair. After regaining his breath he was finally able to ask Lorraine to leave. “I don’t feel good! Can’t move! Please help me get out of here!”

“Sorry Ryan, but I have to test this hairspray I’m trying to perfect.”

“Why me?”

“The little cocky attitude isn’t going to work around here. I want you to respect women. May help to turn you into one for that to occur.”

“What?!”

More of the enchanted hairspray that Lorraine had developed using her knowledge of mysticism and chemistry was sprayed on his brown hair. His hair started to grow longer and turn into shades of caramel and ash blonde. Ryan watched in horror in the mirror as the spray caused his hair to not only grow tremendously in length but also start to curl itself into some type of perm. It looked like something his mom would have worn in the 1980s.

The transformation continued down his head as his eyelashes extended, eye shadow was applied, foundation and blush appeared, and his lips turned red from lipstick. He left out a gasp only to see laryngeal prominence go away causing a now girly voice. The mystical spray went under the cape to feminize his body, starting by creating a narrow frame and C-cup breasts. Ryan’s hips widened and his penis slowly started turning into a clitoris. If having a vagina wasn’t bad enough, his body hair disappeared and pink nail polish appeared on his hands and toes. Once wearing basketball sneaks, he now had on two-inch black heels. His jeans and shirt had morphed into a bloom pink-colored short sleeve midi dress. A few rings appeared on Ryan’s body in addition to a gold necklace around his smooth feminine neck. Lorraine then took off the cap to show Ryan the new feminine version of himself.

“Ta-da! Don’t you love it?!”

“I’m a woman!” yelled Ryan.

“Would you prefer the alternative?” Lorraine said pointing to the mannequins suggesting the fate of other men who had entered the salon.

Ryan lied. “No, that’s fine! I look so pretty. How much do I owe you?” Suddenly, a purse appeared in his hand.

“Just $40. Hope to see you again young lady!”

The End.