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It was the year 2200, and space travel was once again on the rise.  Among the many space explorers was the Fliriaora 2000, the world’s fastest vessel, maintained by the Pink Tie Troop.  The Pink Ties, a group of space explorers, consisting of four young women on their way to meet an unidentified flying object hovering above Earth’s atmosphere.  Prima, a 30 year old heiress standing at 5 foot 11, with green eyes and butt length thick ebony hair, was the leader of the troop.  For her age she was well maintained, a well-known gymnast, who could easily outrun any of the men she encountered.  Prima had four doctorates; one in engineering, chemistry, zoology, and biology as well as an education in cultural vernacular which allowed her to communicate with almost any of the foreign cultures of the world. 

The rest of the troop consisted of Missy a 16 year old new member to the cadets who stood at 6 foot 2. Long lean and elegant, but with an attitude of defiance, Missy was Prima’s sister, and although she detested space travel, enjoyed being the center of attention for the troop because of her long ankle length red hair.  Janet, was Missy’s best friend and had not missed a mission since she was 15, she was now almost 18, and still enjoyed the rush of the engines as they powered up.  Janet was short for her age at 5’4, but she did not care.  She always envied Missy for her hair, even though hers was just as gorgeous as it sat in a dark glossy beehive upon her crown.  Next, of course was Esmeucena, who had always loved to pilot the ship.  A dark beauty, Esmeucena was no nonsense about such things as hair or beauty, she regularly clipped her hair back into a bun to keep it off of the ships controls. 

The ship had launched, and it was halfway to the shuttle in orbit.  “Esmeucena, how much longer have we got til’ we’re their?" Prima questioned.  “Five minutes…what’s the hurry, captain?" Esmeucena replied.  “We are going to be the first ones to reach them!" replied Prima.  “We are going to be famous!" Esmeucena rolled her eyes at this.  Prima was always concerned with image, and how she appeared to others.  Esmeucena was only curious of what the things aboard the ship would be like, or if they would be humanoid or dangerous.  The Fliriaora 2000 approached the vessel. 

The vessel was silver, and appeared to be in the shape of a deformed almond.  On the ships central display, Missy attempted contact with the UFO through video imagery.  The response was almost immediate, with a robotic feminine voice stating, “Please ladies come on board, we have much to discuss about your future…."  A humming noise came off the almond like ship, drawing the Fliriaora to its side almost immediately.  The women, in their panic started breathing quickly, and then a darkness descended upon their ship, and everything went dark, for all of them.

Prima awoke sitting upright naked in a leather chair that seemed to be fastened to the floor.  She could not move her arms or her legs.  Her arms felt numb as she tried to scoot forward and look down to the floor. She wouldn’t budge.  Her neck could not move either as it seemed to be held up against cool leather pads. Noting her surroundings, she appeared to be in a dark room with a metallic floor.  The bottom of her stomach twisted with adrenaline pangs as she tried to move her head in any direction, but it would not budge.  A panging exploded around her, and she felt like she was going to jump in the air as lights lit the room. 

Someone approached her left side, standing there just staring.  Prima finally focused on her observer as she came into full view.  There, in front of her appeared to be a thin woman in her fifties, but like nothing she had observed before.  The older woman was scowling at her, as she puffed and released a sigh of smoke from her cigar into Prima’s face.  The smoke tasted like cherries to Prima and had a strangely paralyzing result on her face.  Her mouth hung open, and her irises expanded as she seemed to almost fall into a daze.  “Hmm…seems we got some prissy ones this time…Perhaps a little tampering will set you all right to join us for our mission to conquer all of Earth’s females." The older woman wore a flowing long black dress and the sides of her head were shaved completely, except for a long swath of oiled down black hair on top, a cap more or less.  High arched brows were painted on the woman’s otherwise hairless face.  And strangely…Prima found this older woman to be enigmatically beautiful. 

As the smoke faded, Prima struggled to speak.  “Ah, well go ahead and tell me off dear…" stated the older woman.  “You see, I am human, and then I am not.  I was once a space explorer much like you, in my younger days, but I am now a vessel, for a new robotic race.  Cebert, come out please…"  With that a metallic probe with spindles ran out from the bottom of the older woman’s dress to stand in front of Prima. It expanded to stand six feet tall at the matron’s side.  “Cebert is a shape shifting alien of sorts my dear, and one breath from him after you initiation is complete, and you will forever be one of our race."

Cebert contracted and shrunk to a metallic object on the floor next to the matron’s dress.  “Ah, we do have company.  You see, already two of your crew have joined our ranks permanently, but I won’t let you see till the very end my dear…First off I must change your womanhood." Two hands tugged on the back of Prima’s ponytail, in a hushed giggling whisper of ecstasy blew across her neck. “It’s wonderful Prima, you’ll just love the new you…" 

Prima couldn’t tell who it was, and this panicked her…

The paralyzing effect seemed to go away, “If you harmed a hair on Missy’s head, I swear, I will tear you…" 

“That’s enough dearest…"  The old woman said, “I must get to work on you… Cebert!" The probe flung to the older woman’s hand, and a humming and a dull light came from the end of the metallic stick.  The older woman blew her smoke into the captain’s face.  Prima froze in place, sitting upright in the chair glaring.  “I might say deary, I was going to keep you in total ignorance, but what the hell, I’ll just let you watch your change…"  The matron unveiled a salon mirror in front of Prima.

Prima sat still in horror, as the matron moved in.  Contrary to what she thought, the stick was actually pleasant and cool to the touch, sort of like a massage.  The end was pressed up against her eyebrows, and as much as Prima wanted to resist, she enjoyed the stick as it moved over her brows, denuding them of hair completely, permanently drawing a thing black arch in their wake. 

“You know," said the matron, “You don’t seem to be enjoying this as much as I am desiring, my dear, so I will make you look like you are…"  She brushed Ciebert against Prima’s cheeks, and with a jolt, the girl’s lip flipped upward into an ecstatic grin.  “There, my dear, now you seem to be enjoying yourself, and in the end, you certainly will…" 

Prima stared at herself in the mirror.  She was beautiful, smiling.  But her brows were gone!  They looked permanently crisp now, a product of alien perfection. Her brows would never be the same, that was for certain, but she felt her face begin melting into the frozen grin that was there.  Her new eyebrows were erotic and gave her a look of cruel careless sexiness.  Prima’s loins began to moisten…

“Just a few more adjustments my dear…" replied the matron.

Ciebert widened in the matron’s hand and began to hum again.  The matron pushed Prima back in the chair, and it reclined like a couch.  Two stirrups rose from the floor encasing Prima’s feet.  Prima tried to twist and resist, but could not move.  Her long ebony hair tossed on the floor behind her.  The matron approached with her metallic wand, and  Cebert blew over Prima’s mound like it was nothing.  Prima’s back arched in ecstasy as the machine denuded her loins, and with one final stroke entered them.  Prima let out a low moan as her back arched, and she exploded in pleasure.  Her mind seemed to be rearrayed, and her only desire was to be here now…To her stunning dismay, a mirror on the ceiling revealed her utter enjoyment, as her body craved more!  A soothing wamness settled in Prima’s belly making her feel ever a strange with a feeling of contentment and relaxation. 

The matron pulled Prima forward and upright.

The matron started running her hands through Prima’s hair.  “Such lovely hair my dear…but you will be lovelier after you are one of us…"  With that the matron pulled Prima’s head back by the hair, as she ran the humming stick up the sides and back.  Prima could feel the hair raining down her back.  She closed her eyes in frustration, knowing she had been conquered.  Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes as pass by pass the humming continued. 

“Now a little shine darling." 

The matron’s long finger nails combed over the top of Prima’s head as a wet substance was run over it. 

The matron combed back through her hair several more times with her long nails, and then began to rub the sides of Prima’s head.  Except nothing was there!  Prima opened her eyes to see that she had the same cap of slickened hair that the matron did, with the sides and back completely shaved.

Prima’s heart quickened, and the matron looked down on her with a cold sneer, which warmed into a smile.  “I hope you just love it, dear."

Prima stared at herself in horror, smiling, stunned.  “You mean I am permanently like this now?"

Smiling, the matron said “Yes, forever…" She leveled her metallic probe at Prima.  Ciebert puffed the gas into her face. 

Prima’s eyes turned a dark brown almost immediately, her lips glossed over as if coated with black lipstick, and an even more intense smile came to her face.  “I do love it matron," she gleamed as she stood from the chair running her fingers over her slick hair.  “I am one of you now, and that makes me happy."

“I knew you would enjoy the new you, now go join your friends, Janet and Esmeucena…" replied the matron, “Missy is next…" 

Prima bowed and walked over to the corner of the room to join her newly bald headed gleaming sisters as they stepped into their new black dresses, a sight alien and beautiful, sinister and erotic…

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