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That morning I was on my way to Sophie. Not for pleasure but because of a bet I lost during a drinking game. The bet in itself was stupid, but the payout was heavy, namely Sophie would have control over my entire body and soul. Of course they were a few rules like no mutilation of body parts. Tattoos and piercings were allowed but they had to be restricted to a small amount and they had to be small and the tattoos could be concealed. But she could do everything she wanted with the rest that included my hair.

At that moment I have blonde wavy hair that reached a bit past my shoulder. Also strangely, I don’t have any bold spot like most man do and with my blue eyes I sometimes looked n the distance like a woman but you see directly the difference at close. I had planned to cut it back to a more manly length when I lost the bet. The reason why I let my hair grow out (mostly for 2 years) is because I don’t have time or the money to have it well cut.

It was 7 AM in the morning when I reached the door of her small house downtown. I rang the bell. She opened the door, while wearing a robe and her hair was. I was now for the next 24 hours her plaything.

Well you took, your time. Sophie said

I’m sorry; I had some difficulties to get up.

Well now that you’re here, you can prepare my breakfast, and bring it to my room.

I knew where the kitchen was and got started. She usually had a breakfast made of toast, eggs; jam some fresh orange juice and a coffee with milk. I when upstairs, I never had seen her bedroom but I guess which room it was to the sound of the music. I opened the door to a large master bedroom with one large closet for all of her clothes.

Put the breakfast on the table.

I did so and now I saw she had already changed clothes. She had put her hair in a large bun. Her long hair was straighter and normally well in her middle and was chestnut of color. I mostly saw it loose but today was the first I saw it in that fashion. I had once dreamed to cut it shorter ,maybe even to shave her nape. 

I put the breakfast on the night table next to the bed. Then I saw in the corner of the room a hairdresser table. It had a large mirror on it. On that table lay a small mirror, a few combs and hairbrush, a flat iron, a curling iron, a lot of hair products, shampoos and a few hair accessories. In the drawer were even more of those and probably some makeup, I guessed.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality by Sophie’s voice.

Right now while I taste this beautiful breakfast, I want you to strip down. I want to see you “au naturelle". 

Bonded by the agreement I executed myself. I stripped down to my boxer.

Tss, tss I want to see you completely naked that mean also the short.

I executed myself, and there I stud naked in front of Sophie.

Well, t will take some time but I believe we can rearrange everything. You can keep your closes for now until I find something that suite you more. But your hair needs to be taken care now. I don’t think you’ll be allowed in the spa looking like this.

Spa I thought. What was her plan? They’re only a few spas in the neighborhood en they’re all meant for woman.

Alright let’s get your hair shampooed and washed. She led me to her bathroom. I was asked to sit with my back to the bass tub and my head hanging over it. She first wetted my hair and finally put some shampoo. She massaged it like in a salon. And too quickly she washes it away. She then applied a hair mask and I had to stay put for a few more minutes.

I heard her rearrange some furniture in her room. Finally she came back and wash it all off.  It felt quite relaxing. We went to her room. A chair had been set in front of the hairdresser table. She had also cleaned the table of a lot of the former materials. I expected to see scissor but I saw an elastic band, some spray, the flat iron, a brush, a comb and the hairdryer.  A chair had been placed up front, and the mirror was covered with a black cloth.

Well now, you can sit here, said Sophie pointing to the chair. And don’t move.

I felt she was making a low side part with the comb. She he took the brush and hairdryer and started to fohn my hair. She then to the iron and smoothed my hair. She continued doing so but I felt she was doing something to add volume. She finally took the brush. She brushed my hair backwards en tuck it behind my ears. She then took an elastic and bound strongly my hair in a tail in my neck. She then used a spray of some kind.

Well I believe we’re ready to get to the spa. But first let me show you the result.

She took the cloth off the mirror. And there I sat, having my hair in a very shiny ponytail, and looking more a lady than I ever looked.

With that look you’ll enter the spa with no problem.

I dare asked: witch spa.

She answered the deae.

It meant in Latin the goddess and I knew my troubles with my look were only at the beginning and 23 more hours had to go. 

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