Story Fragment: A Dark Transformation
Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2021 6:33 pm
A new story fragment, inspired by Gary's creative Twighlight Zone episode.
Alex had just checked into The Big D, and when she got to her grooming station she was surprised and a little alarmed to find Rebecca Cook, the accountant for The Big D, waiting for her.
“Hello, Rebecca,” she said, her voice betraying her concern. “Everything okay?”
“Relax, everything’s fine. Can you close the door, Alex? I wanted to ask you something.”
Alex closed the door and returned to stand in front of The Big D’s accountant. Alex didn’t report to Rebecca, at least not directly, but Rebecca reported directly to Jake, and was definitely the one who made her bosses tremble.
Alex knew Rebecca a bit. She actually cut Rebecca’s hair sometimes, and did her nails. The were friendly enough, but Alex was always painfully aware of the difference in their relative stations.
“I’m not in some sort of trouble, am I?” she asked warily.
“Not at all. Please, please sit down,” Rebecca said, indicating one of the barber chairs.
Alex sat in one of the barber chairs. It was a pretty normal chair, save for the arm and leg straps that were sometimes used to strap the Pleasure Sluts down when a head shaving was required, for lice or punishment.
Rebecca reached into her bag and extracted a bottle of Dr. Pepper. “I remember you liked Dr. Pepper. Here, let me get you some ice.”
A confused Alex watched Rebecca scurry over to the fridge to get a cup for her ice, and then do the pour. Alex couldn’t help but notice that the bent over executive had a sweet, tight ass on her, but the lesbian slave groomer was still too nervous to enjoy the view as much as might have if the thought of Rebecca Cook being enslaved wasn’t so absurd.
Alex thanked Rebecca as she was presented with her drink. It was odd to have Rebecca fetch her a drink, as she normally did that for Rebecca when she was cutting her hair. Alex’s timecard was on the table, and she was wearing her Big D coveralls, while the immaculately coiffed Rebecca in her blue business suit looked like she was ready to stride into a board room meeting.
“I have a question for you. Off the record,” Alex said. “Strictly confidential.”
“Of course. What’s said in my beauty shop stays in the beauty shop.”
“Good. I wanted to ask you, do you ever do extreme make overs for any of the Pleasure Sluts? I mean, extreme, so that no one recognizes them?”
Alex answered tentatively, anxious to please but confused by the question. “Yeah, but usually there’s not much point. Naked and collared, most girls look just the way guys want them. No point in enslaving a girl if you’re going to try to make her look like someone else. Just enslave someone else.”
Rebecca pressed. “But the point is, could you do it? Could you change her appearance so that her friends, or the people she worked with, didn’t recognize her? At least temporarily?”
“Sure, I guess. But… who is this for? I don’t see why you’d want to do it?”
“I have a friend who’d like to get processed through The Big D. Only she lives in Dallas, and she doesn’t want anyone to recognize her. Could you change here appearance? I mean, TOTALLY. It’s important that no one hear recognize her. NO ONE.”
“Is your friend famous, or something?” Alex asked, still confused.
Rebecca laughed. “No, but everyone here knows her, and she doesn’t want anyone to know it’s her.”
In her mind, Alex was already trying to guess who this mystery girl was. Was one of Jakes daughters looking to get graded? As a former slave, Jake’s wife had already been graded, but did she want to be trained, incognito? “I could probably work something out. What does she look like to start with?”
“Um… she looks a little like me. I mean, not exactly, but let’s use me as an example. Could you change my appearance so no one knows me?”
Alex tried to think of someone who everyone who worked at The Big D knew, that looked like Rebecca. The closest she could come was that slave consultant, PROFESSOR Sarah Hollister, but it wasn’t like she would ever get processed! Still confused, Alex tried to answer the question.
“Well, you have straight blonde hair, but you die it blonde, so for starters I’d probably die it black, and cut it, or tease it out, so it goes all curly. You have blue eyes, but 90 day contacts could make them brown or green or black. We might give you a temporary brand, or temporary tattoo. Combined with the normal changes, that would probably be enough to fool most people.”
“What do you mean, ‘normal changes?’ Be specific,” Rebecca pressed.
“Well, you wouldn’t be wearing jewelry, or makeup, or a business suit. You’d be slave naked, with a collar around your neck. That would change your appearance a LOT.”
Alex laughed, and Rebecca felt herself go flush as the lesbian allowed her eyes to run up and down her body. “You’re not a bad piece of slave meat, now that you mention it. No offense.”
“None taken,” Rebecca said, not wanting to end the conversation by reprimanding her subordinate. “What if I – my friend, I mean-- wanted more than a different haircut? Is that all you got? What about changing a girl’s features? Is there anyway of changing her face?”
“That’s a bit trickier,” Alex conceded. “I can get lip plumper which will last a few days, or a week. Maybe glue in braces, or a dental appliance that makes your teeth look different, and use a nose filler injection to change the shape of your nose. All of those things are temporary, and would last at least a week.”
“Why a week? I was thinking more of a weekend,” Rebecca said.
“If you’re going to go to all this trouble, you’ll want more than 48 hours, and you’ll need more, especially if we use the bronzer to change your friend’s complexion to something more exotic. Changing skin color is obviously the biggest change.
“Seriously. You can bronze a girl that much? I’m pretty fair.”
“Sure, and if you are trying to make your friend look different, the fairer the better. I mean the darker she is, the less chance anyone will recognize her, especially here, since white girls go for more.”
“You’ve done this?” Rebecca said, doubtfully.
“Sure. A couple of years ago I had a woman whose husband kept going to Mexican brothels, so for his birthday she bought him a puta. Only she dyed her hair and I gave her a total bronze, so when he fucked her he didn’t even recognize her. It wasn’t until she gave him a blow job, and he recognized her technique, that he caught on. She couldn’t stop laughing, but he was so turned on he made her finish, with me watching. It was quite the birthday gift.”
“You could make someone like me dark enough to look like another race?” Rebecca said, amazed.
“Sure. I could give you a little tan, or make you into Hallie Berry or Kerry Washington. Or we could a bit darker, and do Oprah. Or I can go really dark, and make you look like Lupita Nyong’o.”
“You can do that?” “I mean… you… you’ve actually done that? Turn a girl… black?”
Rebecca had actually taken a step or two back as they were talking, even as she leaned in closer. Rebecca was fidgeting, and playing with her hands, while Alex relaxed and sitting in her barber chair, holding forth. Alex was enjoying the commanding woman’s discomfort, and relaxed as she enjoyed the power shift between them.
“Shit, I’m doing it, girl,” Alex said, laughing. “Check your ledger. We’re getting $5 grand to turn a female white history Professor into a black slave for the Plantation Days celebration up at the Cotton Blossom Plantation. We got a bunch of blacks going to rent themselves for white people for a week, after a couple of days of training at The Big D. If you want to mix your friend in so no one notices, that’s the group to do it with.”
“When is that again?” Rebecca said.
“Next week,” Alex said. “So tell your friend to get ready for some nappy hair and big lips and the auction block, if she really wants to make her dreams come true. Now could you fetch me some more Dr. Pepper?” she said, jingling her glass to show it was empty.
Alex ogled Rebecca’s ass through her tight skirt as she submissively fetched her a refill. Although she wasn’t sure why, suddenly, the thought of Miss Rebecca Cook in a collar didn’t seem so absurd after all.
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Alex had just checked into The Big D, and when she got to her grooming station she was surprised and a little alarmed to find Rebecca Cook, the accountant for The Big D, waiting for her.
“Hello, Rebecca,” she said, her voice betraying her concern. “Everything okay?”
“Relax, everything’s fine. Can you close the door, Alex? I wanted to ask you something.”
Alex closed the door and returned to stand in front of The Big D’s accountant. Alex didn’t report to Rebecca, at least not directly, but Rebecca reported directly to Jake, and was definitely the one who made her bosses tremble.
Alex knew Rebecca a bit. She actually cut Rebecca’s hair sometimes, and did her nails. The were friendly enough, but Alex was always painfully aware of the difference in their relative stations.
“I’m not in some sort of trouble, am I?” she asked warily.
“Not at all. Please, please sit down,” Rebecca said, indicating one of the barber chairs.
Alex sat in one of the barber chairs. It was a pretty normal chair, save for the arm and leg straps that were sometimes used to strap the Pleasure Sluts down when a head shaving was required, for lice or punishment.
Rebecca reached into her bag and extracted a bottle of Dr. Pepper. “I remember you liked Dr. Pepper. Here, let me get you some ice.”
A confused Alex watched Rebecca scurry over to the fridge to get a cup for her ice, and then do the pour. Alex couldn’t help but notice that the bent over executive had a sweet, tight ass on her, but the lesbian slave groomer was still too nervous to enjoy the view as much as might have if the thought of Rebecca Cook being enslaved wasn’t so absurd.
Alex thanked Rebecca as she was presented with her drink. It was odd to have Rebecca fetch her a drink, as she normally did that for Rebecca when she was cutting her hair. Alex’s timecard was on the table, and she was wearing her Big D coveralls, while the immaculately coiffed Rebecca in her blue business suit looked like she was ready to stride into a board room meeting.
“I have a question for you. Off the record,” Alex said. “Strictly confidential.”
“Of course. What’s said in my beauty shop stays in the beauty shop.”
“Good. I wanted to ask you, do you ever do extreme make overs for any of the Pleasure Sluts? I mean, extreme, so that no one recognizes them?”
Alex answered tentatively, anxious to please but confused by the question. “Yeah, but usually there’s not much point. Naked and collared, most girls look just the way guys want them. No point in enslaving a girl if you’re going to try to make her look like someone else. Just enslave someone else.”
Rebecca pressed. “But the point is, could you do it? Could you change her appearance so that her friends, or the people she worked with, didn’t recognize her? At least temporarily?”
“Sure, I guess. But… who is this for? I don’t see why you’d want to do it?”
“I have a friend who’d like to get processed through The Big D. Only she lives in Dallas, and she doesn’t want anyone to recognize her. Could you change here appearance? I mean, TOTALLY. It’s important that no one hear recognize her. NO ONE.”
“Is your friend famous, or something?” Alex asked, still confused.
Rebecca laughed. “No, but everyone here knows her, and she doesn’t want anyone to know it’s her.”
In her mind, Alex was already trying to guess who this mystery girl was. Was one of Jakes daughters looking to get graded? As a former slave, Jake’s wife had already been graded, but did she want to be trained, incognito? “I could probably work something out. What does she look like to start with?”
“Um… she looks a little like me. I mean, not exactly, but let’s use me as an example. Could you change my appearance so no one knows me?”
Alex tried to think of someone who everyone who worked at The Big D knew, that looked like Rebecca. The closest she could come was that slave consultant, PROFESSOR Sarah Hollister, but it wasn’t like she would ever get processed! Still confused, Alex tried to answer the question.
“Well, you have straight blonde hair, but you die it blonde, so for starters I’d probably die it black, and cut it, or tease it out, so it goes all curly. You have blue eyes, but 90 day contacts could make them brown or green or black. We might give you a temporary brand, or temporary tattoo. Combined with the normal changes, that would probably be enough to fool most people.”
“What do you mean, ‘normal changes?’ Be specific,” Rebecca pressed.
“Well, you wouldn’t be wearing jewelry, or makeup, or a business suit. You’d be slave naked, with a collar around your neck. That would change your appearance a LOT.”
Alex laughed, and Rebecca felt herself go flush as the lesbian allowed her eyes to run up and down her body. “You’re not a bad piece of slave meat, now that you mention it. No offense.”
“None taken,” Rebecca said, not wanting to end the conversation by reprimanding her subordinate. “What if I – my friend, I mean-- wanted more than a different haircut? Is that all you got? What about changing a girl’s features? Is there anyway of changing her face?”
“That’s a bit trickier,” Alex conceded. “I can get lip plumper which will last a few days, or a week. Maybe glue in braces, or a dental appliance that makes your teeth look different, and use a nose filler injection to change the shape of your nose. All of those things are temporary, and would last at least a week.”
“Why a week? I was thinking more of a weekend,” Rebecca said.
“If you’re going to go to all this trouble, you’ll want more than 48 hours, and you’ll need more, especially if we use the bronzer to change your friend’s complexion to something more exotic. Changing skin color is obviously the biggest change.
“Seriously. You can bronze a girl that much? I’m pretty fair.”
“Sure, and if you are trying to make your friend look different, the fairer the better. I mean the darker she is, the less chance anyone will recognize her, especially here, since white girls go for more.”
“You’ve done this?” Rebecca said, doubtfully.
“Sure. A couple of years ago I had a woman whose husband kept going to Mexican brothels, so for his birthday she bought him a puta. Only she dyed her hair and I gave her a total bronze, so when he fucked her he didn’t even recognize her. It wasn’t until she gave him a blow job, and he recognized her technique, that he caught on. She couldn’t stop laughing, but he was so turned on he made her finish, with me watching. It was quite the birthday gift.”
“You could make someone like me dark enough to look like another race?” Rebecca said, amazed.
“Sure. I could give you a little tan, or make you into Hallie Berry or Kerry Washington. Or we could a bit darker, and do Oprah. Or I can go really dark, and make you look like Lupita Nyong’o.”
“You can do that?” “I mean… you… you’ve actually done that? Turn a girl… black?”
Rebecca had actually taken a step or two back as they were talking, even as she leaned in closer. Rebecca was fidgeting, and playing with her hands, while Alex relaxed and sitting in her barber chair, holding forth. Alex was enjoying the commanding woman’s discomfort, and relaxed as she enjoyed the power shift between them.
“Shit, I’m doing it, girl,” Alex said, laughing. “Check your ledger. We’re getting $5 grand to turn a female white history Professor into a black slave for the Plantation Days celebration up at the Cotton Blossom Plantation. We got a bunch of blacks going to rent themselves for white people for a week, after a couple of days of training at The Big D. If you want to mix your friend in so no one notices, that’s the group to do it with.”
“When is that again?” Rebecca said.
“Next week,” Alex said. “So tell your friend to get ready for some nappy hair and big lips and the auction block, if she really wants to make her dreams come true. Now could you fetch me some more Dr. Pepper?” she said, jingling her glass to show it was empty.
Alex ogled Rebecca’s ass through her tight skirt as she submissively fetched her a refill. Although she wasn’t sure why, suddenly, the thought of Miss Rebecca Cook in a collar didn’t seem so absurd after all.
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