I wanted to fluff it up or wet it and put curlers in it, or something.I wanted to fluff it up or wet it and put curlers in it, or something. Anything. From behind me he produced a wig. It was a huge tangled mane of black hair that reached to the center of my back. Suddenly I looked great. Better, in fact, than I had ever looked in either my natural color or as a blonde. The texture of the hair on the wig was much nicer than mine had ever been, and it was much longer. While I was checking myself in the mirror, turning this way and that, trying to decide if I could pass for normal in public, he came back with another wig, this time a blonde one in the same tangled mane style. Not platinum blonde this time, but a more natural honey blonde. And he had yet another: it was short and nearly matched my original color. I could restyle it until it matched my real hair, he said. Finally, he put leather cuffs back on just above my knees and locked the strap between them that forced me to take small steps; then he unlocked my wrists and told me to shower, wash and dry my hair, and put on my makeup. Afterwards, I was to put on just the stiletto-heeled bimbo boots. Too much was happening at once that evening. He had shaved my forehead. I hated that. I had learned for an absolute certainty that my new appearance turned him on in a way that was nearly beyond his ability to control. I didn't know how I felt about that revelation. Still don't. There were wigs that I could wear so all was not lost: I could still go out in public. But would I fool anyone? Would they be able to tell? The wigs didn't look natural to me, even the one that matched my old hair. The others were just too gorgeously magnificent to be real hair. But then, no one here knows me except a few casual acquaintances at the exercise spa. And most important: did this mean J was weird in the head? Worse, am I weird? What would I be if I found it within myself to toler- ate--even like--my appearance? Remember, I HAD agreed to it original- ly, so there must be something there inside me. |