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I went to the Mitch's after work for a drink. Just to wind down. As I enter, who do I see but Barbara, the love of my life. We've been together for about 9 months now and I think this is serious. I thought she was out of town on business. She must have gotten home early and went for a drink to relax before calling. Wait a minute she's seems to be hanging with somebody. He's all in black, he looks like one of those punk or gothic types. Black hair, piercings, tattoos. What's she doing with him. I sort of hide around the corner to watch what happens. I over hear him call her Barbie and before I know it they leave together. What's Barbara doing with him. What a pair. He, Mr. Goth and her Miss 'goody two shows'. She's so down to earth and clean cut someone you'd take home to mom. A sweet cheerleader type. You know, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 115 pounds, bra strap length straight light blond hair, beautiful green eyes, conservative dresser. Won't even where a dark shade of lipstick or heels higher than an inch. Where could they be going. I follow them best I can. Then they reach his car and are gone. Gone I tell you. I run to my car, but by the time I get to it they're out of site. I'm devastated. I'm shocked. The girl who I thought I was going to marry is with someone else.

Next day, Saturday, Barbara calls and tells me she just got in and would be over in a few minutes. She shows up and gives me a kiss, like nothing happened. We sit around for a while, before I confront her with what I saw. I tell her I thought we had something between us. I thought I meant something to her. "What's going on", I ask? She starts crying and tells me that it was only a fling. She wants to stay with me and get married. It was just a fling. As for his appearance, it mesmerized her. She couldn't help it. She couldn't say no. His look, his look was hypnotizing to her. She was fascinated by it, she says. But, I'm the one she wants. I'm the one she wants to be with. She'll do anything, anything, she keeps saying. I think about it for a minute and finally shout "if you want to be someone's 'punk bitch' then you can be MY 'punk bitch'. Things are going to change. Time you move in here with me where I can keep an eye on you and we're going to have to do something with your looks. I can't have MY 'punk bitch' look like a cheerleader. What do you say, Barbie?"

"Oh your right, I'll move in today and do anything just anything, anything you want" she says through her tears. Being the weekend, we got her moved in by Sunday night. Things were pretty calm. She treated me like a king. Sex was good and plentiful, much better than before. I was really liking this Barbie bitch thing.

But, `Barbie bitch' is not 'punk bitch' and I've got to do something about that. I really didn't know anything about the 'punk' look, so I started to think about what kind of look Barbara needed to have to be MY 'punk bitch'. Should I have her dye her hair black, pierce her belly button, or maybe have her get another piercing or even two in her ears. That wouldn't be bad. Maybe a tattoo on her ankle or something. But, that would be to easy on her. I decided to get on the net and check out the possibilities. After all she really hurt me and she was going to have to pay for that pain. I'm not so sure she's the one anymore.

I searched online, what I saw was eye boggling. Tattoos every where, piercings, colored hair, no hair, crazy make-up. Wow, the more I looked the more I liked it. Monday came and Barbie and I went to work. At lunch I went to a place I looked up on the internet by the university called 'Purple Haze Hair ETC. There ad emphasized the total 'punk' experience.

As I walk inside I see it's a small place, just three chairs. Sort of dark. The receptionist greats me and immediately I say to myself this is the place. The first thing I notice about the receptionist is her candy apple red hair, lips to match, dark eyes, piercings in her eyebrows and a couple more on her face.

She greats me "hi I'm Candy, how may I help you"? I begin to explain about my girlfriend wanting a new look. Fumbling around with what I was saying she finally goes to the back room to get the owner. Tabitha was her name. She was rather conservative looking, late twenties, tall, slender, shoulder length brunet hair with blond streaks through it. Nothing that would make you think she even worked there.

"How can I help you? Candy says your girlfriend is looking for a new look." I start to fumble with a story again, but finally tell her the truth. Tabitha initially wanted no part of it. Then another stylist came in from the back and took Tabitha aside and talked to her. Tabitha came back and said you know this won't be cheap and she'll need to sign a release. I pulled out my wallet and handed Tabitha $500. Tabitha stopped asking questions and asked me how much of a change was I looking for? "Your the expert. You do whatever you think is best." There's another $1000 waiting based on the new look. Tabitha went over and started talking to the other stylist. After a minute or so, she came back and said "normally we're closed on Wednesday, bring her in and Heather, Candy and I will transform her into the punkiest bitch you've ever seen.

Come in around 7:30 so we can get an early start. If we have to we'll cancel our clients and finish on Thursday. She'll be sore for a few days so if she works you might want her to take at least the rest of the week off". "OK, sounds good. See you Wednesday bright and early" I reply. Tabitha stops me before I can leave, "Here give her a Valium or two before you leave your house to take the edge off".

Monday night after supper I remind Barbara she agreed to be my 'punk bitch' and that Wednesday's the day. You better take the rest of the week off so that you can get used to your new look. She agrees, but now keeps asking about why a new look. Finally, I shouted your fascinated by punks, a punk you'll be, MY punk.

I thought Tuesday would never end. I wanted to make sure we had time to enjoy Barbara's new look so I took off the next two weeks and made sure Barbara did the same. Tabitha called me at work to make sure we we're still coming in and to tell me everything was all set. She reminded me about the Valium and taking off the rest of the week. I assured her everything was all set. That night I could hardly sleep. Barbara seemed a little nervous, but had no trouble
falling asleep.

Barbara actually woke up and was ready as I got downstairs. I made her a bagel with cream cheese and coffee for breakfast. I crunched up one of the Valium in the cream cheese and melted the other in her coffee. If I must say, she looked gorgeous. Her blond hair shined over her shoulders, a cowl neck pink sweater and light brown slacks with brown loafers. Quite the professional look.

She couldn't figure out why they wanted her there so early and she told me she was already to get spruced up for me. Her hair could use a trim and maybe a lighten the color a little or ever add some brown chunks in it. She may even have them show her how to modernize her makeup a little. Looking at her, I thought that would look nice. Not really too punk, but she would look nice.

We rushed through bre

akfast. She only eat half her bagel, but did gulp her coffee down. I insisted she take the rest of the bagel with her and eat some of it on the way. The salon is about 1/2 hour drive and about 1/2 way there I can see Barbara starting to feel the pills. As we pull in the parking lot Barbara gives a strange look, "This place sure looks different, are you sure they do hair in there," she asks as she stumbles out of the car. I assured her they did and helped her walk into the salon.

Tabitha greeted us as we entered the salon. "You must be Barbie, Dave told me all about you. "Barbara" Barbara replied. You want to get a more up to date look huh?, maybe a little puckish. "Sure, maybe a trim and a little color" Barbara answers. "OK, before we get started we need your OK" so please sign this" and Tabitha hand her the release form. Barbara looks at me and I tell her it's OK, its so they can color your hair and do your make-up and stuff." Barbara goes ahead and signs. Before she could set the pen down Candy and Heather grab an arm and escorted her to the changing room. "Let's get you into a comfortable gown, Hun. So we can get to work", Heather says with a huge grin on her face.

Barbara is in a daze, first she's sort of out of it with the pills and now people are rushing her around changing her clothes. Tabitha yells to the girls be sure to give Barbie a cup of that special coffee they made. "It's Barbara, B A R B A R A, Barbara, I hear Barbara shout back.

In a couple minutes I see Heather and Candy helping Barbara back out to the reception area. She's really not wearing much more than a glorified hospital gown and they are helping her sip more 'special' coffee. We've been at the salon about 1/2 hour now and Tabitha tells the girls to take Barbie to the electrolysis room. As Barbara is walking to the back I hear her mumble
'my name is Barbara, why do you insist on calling my Barbie?'

Tabitha tells me, Heather and Candy are some of the best at tattoos and piercings in the state and that I should leave and she'll come get me when Barbie's ready. I tell her I want to stick around a while. 'OK, but wait out there and don't worry if you hear a moan or grown, some of the piercing may pinch a little, but she'll be fine. With that she goes in the back room with the other of the girls.

I can over hear a little of what the girls are saying, "Barbie what are we going to do first. We heard you'd like to be a little punk, a punk bitch, Dave's punk bitch to be exact. "Oh-----, he told you that, I don't know." I hear a babbling Barbara mumble. I get up and sneak to door of the room. The doors closed but it didn't close tightly. I push it open just a crack. I really can't see much of anything. I can tell Barbara's laying on a red leather table and the girls a leaning over her. Heather and Candy by her head and Tabitha down by her crotch.

Tabitha pulls the girls aside and softly say something like 'Girls let's get started, look at how thick this 'bush; is and those brows', Wow those are heavy enough for two people" Heather adds. And virgin ears, so plain only one pierce. Maybe we should have Reggie help with those." Candy quickly said. As they move back to the table Tabitha says, "Barbie the first thing we're going to do is get rid of those shapeless brows and give you some real bitchen ones. Is that alright Hun?". "Huh", is all I hear from Barbara. She is really out of it by now.

'Girls you take care of the brows and I'll clean up her 'sex' and oh ya, one of you call Reggie and tell him we'll need him in a couple hours for those ears.' Tabitha orders.

I really can't see anything. The girls all are holding wands of some sort. Occasionally I hear moan or 'ouch' or even a short scream once in a while, but that's about it. I stand there a while and then go back and sit down, after another hour or two of the same I push the door open a little and asked Tabitha how things are going. She was surprised that I was still there and came over to talk to me.

As she opened the door to come out I got a better look at Barbara. Still laying on the leather table. Most of her covered with a sheet with her legs spread and Heather leaning over her head. As we walk back to the reception area. The door opens. A big guy with tattoos, piercings and big holes in his ears enters.
Tabitha excuses herself as she walks him to the back room. As they're walking back I hear her say something like - 'virgin ears... blank canvass... at least 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch ... stainless steal tunnels... what ever you want'. He replies with something like this should be fun, but I'll have to see what I've
got to work with. Then the door closes again.

A minute later Tabitha comes back out to me. "Dave this is really going to take longer than we thought. You should really just leave and wait and wait for me to call. Actually, I'm thinking this transformation will go well into tomorrow or even Friday. I've got Candy rescheduling tomorrow's appointments as we speak. So, really you should just go. Barbie's in good hands. Reggie, the man that just came in, is the absolute best in the tri-state area with ears. He's excited about helping us. She is going to look soooooo awesome when we're done. Actually, maybe you should get a stud in your ears. What do you think?.... But really, she's in good hands, she'll be fine, a little sore for a week or so, but fine."
What'd she say, pierce my ears... "No, no, no piercing for me. OK, I'll leave. You've got my number, call me if there's anything you need from me." With that, I get up and as I'm about to get in my car, Tabitha yells she'll call me tonight and give me an update.

As I'm driving off. All sorts of thoughts are going through my mind. What have I done? What are they doing to Barbara? Transformation? Tunnels? Another day or two? My ears pierced? And what was Barbara doing with her legs spread on that table? My head is spinning.

I check my watch to see just what time is it. Where has the time gone, it's mid afternoon. I drive to Mitch's for something to eat and have a drink or two. I leave about seven feeling pretty good and still wondering what's is going on.
On the way home I drive by Tabitha's place to see if anyone was still there. Sure enough the lights were still on and Reggie's car is still in the parking lot. Just as I get home my cell rings, it's Tabitha. She sounds excited. She tells me things are going great. Better than even she imagined. They were just finishing up for the day and Barbie's just doing fine. She's thinking they won't finish until that tomorrow night at best so don't plan on picking Barbie up until Friday. She say's she'll call tomorrow with an update and with that she hangs up.

Again, my heads spinning. Better than she imagined?... not ready to pick up until Friday?... Barbie?.

TO BE CONTINUED

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