Junk Mail

Junk Mail

Elizabeth grew up in a village. As she grew up, her education brought her to the city. And her job made her stay. Brought up in the village, Elizabeth was very simple. She worked as an accountant in a small business.

On an especially slow day at work, Elizabeth was just trying to kill time. She was wearing a long grey skirt and a beige shirt tucked in. Her long brown hair was open. She was twirling a strand of hair that fell on her face. She was wondering about the happy times she spent when she wasn’t a city girl. She barely felt a thing after moving to the city. There was no excitement in her life.

Trying to pass some more time she thought of clearing her email inbox. After clearing the regular mail she thought of clearing the junk mail. While cleaning her junk mail she stumbled upon a mail titled: “It’s time to change yourself.” Just out of curiosity she opened the mail.

Elizabeth,

It’s time to change yourself. It’s time for a makeover. 

Hope to see you at: 

1, Le Château, Bronx Road.

Hope to see you on 26 June at 1800 HRS.

Regards,

XXX

A very suspenseful mail. The kind of ones you don’t pay attention to. But Elizabeth felt a little different after reading this mail. She hadn’t been on an adventure for years. She also looked the same for years. Same long brown hair. Same conservative outfits. She felt a sense of excitement after reading this email. She thought to herself that it’s okay to go out on an adventure once in a while. If something felt odd she would turn around. She quickly checked the calendar on her computer. She almost jerked in shock at the co-incidence. The mail was sent for today itself. She checked the time. She realized that if she left immediately after work, she could reach the destination with a minute to spare. 

Elizabeth stared at the clock tick till it was time to leave. She quickly grabbed her purse and rushed out. Quickly calling out for a cab and dodging the puddle it splashed she got in. Elizabeth reached the given address with a minute to spare like she estimated. 

She had never been to this place before. She got out of the cab outside the very old building with a huge wooden door. She started looking for a doorbell to ring or a handle to knock but she jolted as the door suddenly creaked open. As the outside light entered the dimly lit room, Elizabeth saw a middle aged Chinese woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed like a waitress wearing excessive makeup. “Come in.” greeted the Chinese woman. Elizabeth followed her inside Le Château. 

Le Château looked just as old from the inside as it was from the inside only it was much grand. It had red walls and a wooden floor and it was dimly lit with chandeliers. Before Elizabeth could notice anything else a deep voice manly said, “We have been expecting you, Elizabeth” And suddenly Elizabeth started wondering how they knew her name. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted and the deep voice continued, “Are you ready for your hair makeover?” The man emerged from the background. In his later 30's or early 40's, wearing an all black suit with black boots, black shirt and black satin tie. His facial features looked sharp in the dim light. 

Elizabeth’s thoughts like “Who said anything about hair?” faded just by looking at the sheer hotness of the sleek mysterious person.

“Miss Chan, why don’t you escort Elizabeth to the hair station and then fix her outfits?” ordered the mysterious man. Miss Chan, the lady who received Elizabeth at the entrance, held Elizabeth with a firm grip. Firm enough to not let her escape but gentle enough to not hurt her. She escorted her to a corner of the room with a large mirror with it’s border illuminated with light bulbs and old fashioned barber’s chair with tight red leather. Miss Chan made Elizabeth sit on the chair as the man dressed in black approached the chair from behind. She bowed to the man and left. Elizabeth looked at the man in the mirror. Looking at him closely, she couldn’t help notice his slick black hair combed back and his striking features, that would make any woman desire him. 

“Are we ready, Miss Elizabeth?” he asked.

Elizabeth nodded yes as a sweat broke on to her brow. She was taking deep breaths and her heart was pounding as her mind tried to grasp on to the situation. 

“Good”, said the man and draped Elizabeth with a white satin cape and covered the neck with a paper towel. He pulled a rope next to the mirror and the mirror was covered with a red satin curtain. Putting on black latex gloves he looked over to the tray stand next to the chair with an array of hair cutting tools. He picked up a pair of large, glistening, silver shears. He grabbed Elizabeth’s hair near her neck.

Scrunch! Scrunch!! Scrunch!!! 

He hacked Elizabeth’s hair and what was left behind was a chin length bob. He dropped the mass of hair on her lap. Elizabeth’s eyes filled with water. She realized that he had chopped off her hair to her chin but there was no way to figure out what she looked like. She began to wonder if she looked like her younger self.

The man picked a pair of clippers and slipped on a #2 guard. He pushed Elizabeth’s head down with one hand till her chin touched her breast. The flipped the clippers on and the room echoed with a loud hum as the clippers roared. Placing the clippers on Elizabeth’s nape he began shearing her hair until a soft fuzz was left behind. When he was done with the nape he moved on to the sides and a the temple of her head until he gave a nice fade. Elizabeth clutched the handle of the chair tightly with each pass of clippers. 

The man picked up a spray bottle and sprayed a mist of water to wet Elizabeth’s hair. The water had a strong yet graceful fragrance. Elizabeth felt at peace with this fragrance. The mysterious man picked up relatively small shears this time and started trimming off whatever was left on the top of Elizabeth’s head. He was carefully taking sections from the crown and snipping them off making his way to the front of her head. The entire floor was full of hair as the hair came cascading down from the satin cape. With quick snips he finished off the front of her hair and placed the shears back on the tray.

He took off the paper towel that covered Elizabeth’s neck. Elizabeth thought that the haircut was over but the man sprayed some more water on the nape and the sides of her head. He pressed the nozzle of a bottle of shaving gel and started spreading it gentle on her nape, behind her ears and on the sideburns. He picked up a straight edged razor and bent Elizabeth’s head again until her chin touched her breasts. As soon as the razor touched Elizabeth’s nape, a shiver ran down her spine, by the sensation of the cold razor. As the razor was cleaning off the stubble on her nape and sideburn, the sensation of a razor against her skin made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

The man placed the razor back on the tray. He moved in front of the chair and pulled the curtain that covered the mirror. Elizabeth stared back at her reflection. Her hair was cut into a short yet very feminine pixie cut which enhanced her facial features. 

The man clapped twice. Miss Chan emerged from the background carrying a few outfits. “Please undress yourself” she demanded. Elizabeth still hadn’t recovered from the euphoria of her haircut. 

“Why don’t you help Miss Elizabeth out?” said the man lighting up a black cigarette. Elizabeth was too stunned by the entire experience that she did not resist. Miss Chan stripped her until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She dressed her into black slacks, black top paired with a black coat and black heels. Elizabeth was now unrecognizable. Miss Chan handed over a few more outfits to Elizabeth. 

Flicking his cigarette the man said, “We have a car waiting outside that will drop you off home.” Elizabeth was escorted outside by Miss Chan and was received by the chauffeur of a posh black sedan who greeted her, “Welcome to the Black Aces Family, ma’am” Elizabeth’s life was about to change forever.