Chapter 1: Introduction
The New Look Salon on the prestigious 57th Street in Manhattan sparkled. Rows of technologically advanced styling stations, stylish leather sofas, and a waiting room that looked more like an art gallery than a place to touch up roots came together in one harmonious whole. The city's elite walked in with the hustle-bustle of their life etched on their faces but walked out calmer, more put together.
But today, the salon had an unusual client - Clarice. She radiated confidence and wealth. She sashayed through the door, passing by a small, nondescript woman with almond-shaped eyes and a ponytail. Clarice hardly noticed her.
"Are you Suzie Wong?" Clarice asked, barely concealing her distaste for the foreign-sounding name.
"What gave it away?" Suzie deadpanned, unfazed by Clarice's attitude.
Clarice tried to hide her annoyance and scanned her surroundings, finally locating the petite figure of her actual stylist, Jenny Liu, with her dark brown hair neatly tied back into a bun.
As she settled into her styling chair, Clarice looked around the salon, her nose wrinkling at the strong smell of hair chemicals. "You know, I've never been to a place like this before. I usually just have my stylist come to me," she said, looking at her own long, limp locks in the mirror.
Jenny, wearing a black smock, moved to Clarice with a professional smile, but Suzie remained, cleaning her own station.
"Oh, we get that a lot," Jenny replied, wearing an impish smile. Clarice raised her eyebrows and turned back to Jenny.
"Your salon comes highly recommended, but I'll admit, I was expecting someone with a little more... flair," Clarice said, affecting a vague smile.
Jenny laughed outright.
"I can assure you, we're both very skilled with these scissors." She brandished her cutting shears for emphasis, and Suzie piped up in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"We're the best in the city."
Clarice fought the urge to roll her eyes at their overconfidence. Who did these women think they were?
A couple of immigrant stylists who couldn't possibly know how to manage the hair of a wealthy, sophisticated woman like Clarice.
As Jenny ran her fingers through Clarice's hair, Clarice couldn't help but feel like she was in the wrong place. No matter how high-end this salon was, it wouldn't change the fact that she felt out of place.
"So, what are we doing today?" Suzie asked, her eyes gleaming as she watched Clarice in the mirror.
"Well, I was hoping for a full makeover.
New haircut, color, maybe even extensions. No one does it better than the salons in Paris, but I'm willing to give you two a chance," Clarice replied, her tone dripping with disdain.
Suzie and Jenny shared a look, and Clarice caught it in the mirror.
"What was that?" Clarice demanded.
Jenny broke the silence.
"We're just surprised, that's all. We've never had anyone so... specific about what they want.
But we'll do our best to give you the makeover of your dreams," Jenny said, choosing her words wisely. Clarice preened in the mirror and smirked.
"I appreciate that, Jenny. Remember, I’m expecting nothing less than perfection,” Clarice replied. Suzie rolled her eyes, but Jenny hid her scoff behind her hand, feeling a surge of amusement.
As the styling process began, Suzie and Jenny exchanged a silent, telepathic conversation.
Suzie tapped her long, fake nails on her station, fighting the urge to let Clarice in on their secret plan. These two stylists, with their quirky charm and sharp wit, had just one thing on their mind: teaching Clarice a lesson in humility.
But Clarice remained blissfully unaware, her expression one of bored superiority as Jenny carefully combed through her hair.
"So, Clarice, tell us a little about yourself," Suzie said, her voice deceptively friendly.
"Well, there's not much to tell.
I'm just your average rich, young woman living the high life in Manhattan," Clarice replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips. Suzie exchanged a look with Jenny, a silent agreement passing between them. They had their work cut out for them, but they were up for the challenge.
As Jenny washed Clarice's hair in the sunken shampoo bowl, Suzie began mixing colors, her mind focused and determined. Jenny and Suzie knew Clarice's type well - privileged, entitled, and used to getting her way at all costs.
But little did Clarice know, Jenny and Suzie had a few tricks up their sleeves.
As Jenny worked on Clarice's hair, Suzie brought over a tray of color options. Clarice surveyed the array of shades with a critical eye. "I was thinking of going platinum blonde," Clarice stated with a hint of finality. Both stylists raised their eyebrows at her, exchanging glances.
"Are you sure about that, miss?" Suzie asked, trying to hide the skepticism in her voice.
Clarice, who was used to having nothing but her own opinion mattered, missed the undertone.
Unfazed by Suzie's question, she replied, "Yes, absolutely. I can pull off any look, and platinum blonde will suit me the best."
Jenny, who had been silently listening to the conversation, decided to chime in, "Miss Clarice, I think you should hear us out. We've been in this industry for quite some time now, and we have some expertise in hair color. Clarice was given a drink that contained a sedative.
She had no idea, and after a while, she started feeling drowsy. Her gaze drifted around lazily, and the once bright and glamorous atmosphere of the salon slipped away. She saw blurred figures, and her eyes couldn't focus anymore.
Suzie and Jenny exchanged a smug glance, unnoticed by Clarice. Their unconventional method to teach Clarice a lesson was risky, but they believed it was for her own good. Suzie started the coloring process on Clarice's hair, but she was careful with her application. Once they had tied Clarice to the chair Suzie asked Jenny what color they should do.
Jenny, with a Devilish grin, suggested a bold and vibrant shade of pink. Suzie's eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea. She started applying the color, watching as Clarice's golden locks slowly disappeared under the bright pink dye.
The two stylists continued their work, chatting casually about their experiences and their lives, while Clarice remained oblivious to the chaos that was happening around her. They shared stories of their past clients, some of whom were just as difficult as Clarice. Soon they started with makeup for Clarice's face. All the makeup was pink.
Pink eyeshadow, pink blush, pink lipstick, and a wild, vibrant shade of neon pink mascara, just to make a statement. The two stylists beamed with excitement and pride as they stood back to admire their work. Clarice, on the other hand, slept through it all. Her expression one of peaceful tranquility, betraying no idea about the overhaul she was going to wake up to.
As the sunlight began to fade outside, Jenny and Suzie surveyed their masterpiece one more time. Then they cut off her clothes and untied her then they decided on what she should wear. All the clothes and even the shoes wear in shocking pink.
The transformation was so drastic that it made Clarice look unrecognizable, even for the two stylists themselves. Suzie and Jenny looked each other in the eye, uncertain of what Clarice's reaction would be when she woke up.
Hours went by, and Clarice's well-manicured hand slowly fluttered open as awareness began to seep back in. Suzie and Jenny leaned in close, excited and anxious to see Clarice's reaction to her new look. Then came the hypnotic visor which they placed on Clarice. It began by playing images of bimbos.
The kind of women who are far too concerned about their physical appearance - the type of women that Clarice used to mock and sneer at.
The same women she resembled now.
The visor flashed sexy lingerie, stilettos, cheerleader outfits - deliciously feminine and even degrading, but exciting nonetheless.
The vibrant shade of pink that adorned Clarice's newly-coiffed hair, face, clothes, and shoes was now burning its way through her senses. For an hour the visor stripped away Clarice's identity until she was left as a bimbo.
An empty-headed, bouncy creature who liked to please, and be pleased. She evolved into a caricature, a buffoon that caught her own reflection and giggled. Her brain tingled from the repetitive flash of the image.
张peggy，the owner of New Look Salon, entered the room while Suzie and Jenny kept their eyes carefully averted from Clarice's transformed image reflexively. Peggy took one look at Clarice and began to clap her hands together.
"Girls, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and elated. Suzie and Jenny exchanged a glance at each other, unsure of how to feel about their boss's reaction.
As Clarice slowly came around, confusion clouding her once-determined features, Peggy leaned down, bringing herself face-to-face with the young woman.
"Welcome to your new look, Clarice," Peggy whispered, unable to contain her glee any longer.
Suzie and Jenny turned back to the mirror, expecting a torrent of abuse from Clarice as she registered the complete transformation. Instead, she blinked several times, taking in the new version of herself.
The punchy, neon pink hair color, the liberal coat of pink makeup, the bimbo-fication from the visor, and the head-to-toe pink ensemble. As the seconds ticked away, Clarice began to process her appearance. For a moment, she seemed speechless, her mouth opening and closing as if to speak, but no words emerged. Peggy turned her staff smiling. "Girls you can choose a new name for our little bimbo here." Peggy declared, her eyes gleaming as she took in Clarice's reaction.
Clarice's mind raced as she took in Peggy's words, struggling to understand what was happening. It was as though she was watching herself in a surreal dream, unable to process the transformation that lay before her.
Suzie and Jenny exchanged a look, both of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. It was time to seal the deal and complete Clarice's lesson in humility.
Suzie and Jenny exchanged a mischievous glance before turning back to Clarice. "How about we call you Bambi from now on?" Suzie suggested, her voice dripping with playful mockery.
Clarice responded with a smile saying that she loved the name but she spoke like a bimbo now.
She batted her eyelashes at them and said, "Oh, Bambi! I love it! Do you really think it suits me?" She twirled in her chair, examining her reflection with a vapid expression. Suzie and Jenny couldn't help but exchange a bemused smile. They had achieved their goal of teaching Clarice a lesson in humility, albeit in a rather unconventional way.
As the evening wore on and the initial shock wore off, Clarice began to relax and even joke around with Suzie and Jenny.
She giggled and sashayed around the salon in her new pink stilettos, her neon-hued locks bouncing around her face, as she reveled in her new persona.
Bambi had no memory of being Clarice.
This new persona had taken over.
She was completely immersed in her own world, her own pleasures.
It was as though a veil had been lifted and she was finally able to embrace the side of herself that she had always kept hidden away.
Over the next few days, Bambi became a regular at the New Look Salon.
She loved her vibrant pink hair, which made her stand out in any crowd, and her new clothes that were equally as bold and unique. Peggy finally had revenge against her old university bully.
Clarice's metamorphosis into Bambi – with a significant loss of IQ points – was a bonus. Suzie and Jenny didn't know the whole story yet, but they were happy to play along, especially if it meant more business for the salon.
Months passed, and as Bambi became a regular at the salon, she formed a deep bond with the two stylists. It wasn't just a business relationship; it was a friendship, albeit a strange one, built on a foundation of trust and a mutual understanding of the importance of personal growth. Suzie and Jenny enjoyed dominating Bambi.
They would take her out and parade her around town as if she was their exotic pet. But they always made sure that Bambi remained in character, vivacious and seductive. They taught her how to please men, in both subtle and overt ways.
They introduced her to an underworld of sensuality and desire, where boundaries blurred, and fantasies ran wild. Under their tutelage, Bambi bloomed. She became the embodiment of desire, drawing the attention of those around her, and satisfying their desires—and her own. They made her worship their nylon clad feet.
They trained her to be submissive in every imaginable way. With every passing day, Bambi learned to appreciate and understand her body in ways she would never have imagined. Suzie and Jenny taught her the art of seduction, the thrill of the chase, and the pleasure of fulfillment. They showed her how to find power in her own vulnerability, and how to revel in her own desires without apology.
Together, the three women navigated the twisted labyrinth of their own and others' sexuality.