Tricked Into Plastic

by Cape Crazy

 

One day my mother and I were just sitting around the house watching television when my mother decided she wanted to wash her hair; so she headed for the bathroom and suddenly stoped, almost like a thought had just popped into her head. I asked her what was up, she said that she had to run an eranand, she asked me if I would take her. So I said yes, she got her pocketbook and we were off. She ended up leading me to the local beauty supply shop, I pulled up in front of the store and my mother opended the door. As she got out of the car she said that she had to pick up a couple of things and it would only take a minute. About ten minutes later she came out of the store with a big bag and a pink box. When she got into the car I asked her what she had bought and she said that it was just a couple things she needed to wash her hair. I thought that she had quite a bit of stuff to wash her hair but I did not think about it for long. As we drove home my mother seemed to be in a very excited mood, it seemed that she couldn't wait to get home. When I pulled up in front of the house my mother grabbed the items she had bought and rushed into the house. When we got into the house she ran straight into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard a soft moan almost like she was experiencing some kind of great pleasure. After a few minutes the shower was turned on and a smell started eminating from the bathroom, it smelt like plastic. The smell was very potent and filled the whole house, I began to wonder what my mother could be doing in the bathroom. About an hour later my mother walked out of the bathroom as normal as could be with no sign of anything made out of plastic or even any of the things she had purchased at the beauty supply store. The rest of the day went on as normal until it was time for bed. As I walked upstairs my mother said she had to take another shower because her hair had gotten all messed up during the day. As I layed in my bed I heard the same moans and smelt the smell of plastic. I decided that it was time to find out just what my mother was up too. She was in the shower so I krept downstairs and quitely pushed the bathroom door open, she had not locked it since I had gone to bed. When I opened the door I saw just what she had bought that day, dozens of plastic shampoo capes like they had in hair salons, in all different sizes and colors, pinks, purples, yellows, baby blues, reds, and greens. She also had a couple of what I think are called shower caps, some were pink and others where white with flowers on them. Inside the pink box was one of those hair dryers you see at salons, but this one didn't have the huge base. There were also some small pink tube things with, suddenly the shower was turned off and I shot out off the bathroom and back into my bed like a rocket. I heard my mother walk into the living room about 15 minutes after she had gotten out of the shower. I crept down the stairs just enough to see what she was doing. My mother was sitting on the couch covered in all of the capes she had bought, some were draped over her back and others were in fornt; she had a look of utter happiness on her face. She then stood up and walked into the bathroom and came backout with her hairdryer and placed it on the back of the recliner, almost like one of the dryer seats in a salon. She then sat down in the recliner and put one of the pink shower caps over her face and another over that in the normal fashion. She then lowered the dryer and turned it on. This was by far the oddest thing my mother had ever done. It was like she had created a cacoon of plastic, I wondered why she was wearing all those capes and was under the dryer.

The next day I was sitting in the living room watching television still pondering the events of the previous night when my mother came up to me with a request. Since I was little my mother had cut my hair using a regular pair of scissors and a white towel to keep the hair off of me. She told me to sit in the folding chairs as it had a low back. The chair was set up in front of the bathroom mirror kind of like a makeshift beauty parlor. She told me to have a seat, I sat down in the chair and she ran her fingers through my hair just like a stylist. She then draped one of the pink capes she had used the night before, then came another pink cape over my back. After the caping was over I asked my mother what she was doing, she told me that she didn't want to get any water or hair on my clothes. I thought the whole thing was a little weird given what I had seen her do the night before, but I did not complain because I was actually kind of enjoying it. She sprayed down my hair and began cutting like normal and we made a little chit chat. Just then she accidently cut off a huge chunk of hair leaving my bear scalp exposed. She immediately placed the scissors down and said "whoops, I'm sorry". She said that the scissors slipped and she had accidently cut off to much, I got up out of the chair and looked at my head in the mirror. My mother said that she would call her stlylist right away to try and get an emergency appointment. While she was on the phone I sat in the chair, capes still on, cascading beautifully from my neck to the floor on both sides of my body. A few minutes went buy and finally my mom came back into the room telling me that she got an appointment with Janet her stylist, but we had to leave right away. She the took the capes off and folded them neatly. When I looked outside I saw that it was raining, that is when I saw another one of my mother's purchases, a pink rainbonnet which she put over her head and tied in a cute bow under her chin. My mother then asked me if I wanted a bonnet to protect my head, I thought about it for a second and then said "sure". She said that it was a good idea to protect my head and then she pulled a another pink rainbonnet out of her pocket, placed it over my head and tied the same cute bow. I got the keys and we were off to the salon. I was a tad apprehensive about going to a women's beauty parlor but shrugged the feeling off.

When we arrived at the salon I parked on the curb right in fornt and we got out of the car and hurried in. When I stepped into the salon the first thing I did was take off the bonnet but my mother did not. I took a look around the salon and it was mostly what I expected, the walls were a pale pink with a floral border, there were four styling stations each with their own shampoo basins. Each station had its own cart filled with all kinds of hairdressing tools, lotions and shampoos, those pink tube things that my mother had, and off course capes in all sizes and colors similiar to my mother's collection. In the far corner there was a row a hair dryers, the old pink dome stlye. I met my mother's stylist Janet and her two assistants Jane and Sally. Janet led me to her styling station while my mother, Jane, and Sally went to the styling station on the other side of the room. Janet asked me how I was doing and told me that she would take very good care of me. As Janet collected some things from her cart I looked over at my mother and the other two stylists, my mother still had on the pink bonnet and she and the stylists were giggling and talking about how they were so excited to get started. What could the possibly be talking about. Jane then procedded to put several capes on my mom, almost as many as she had on at home. Sally then turned around my mother's chair so that it was facing me, my mother then called out to Janet and said "its time to get started". Just then, Jane and Sally ran over to me with leather belts in their hands and they began to strap me into the styling chair. They tied down my legs, arms, and chest, I yelled out for my mother in a very frightend tone. "What the hell is going on mom", she replied, "Just sit back and let the girls work there magic", these girls know what they are doing. My mother told me that I was to be transformed into a plastic sissy for all the world too see, I told her that I wanted to leave right now and she started to hesitate a little. As this was happening Sally walked over to my mother and began to passtionately kiss her, they started to foundal eachother. After they were threw my mother turned to me and said that if I oppened my mouth again she would spred pictures of me in the styling chair all over my school so I decided to scream for help, maybe someone outside would hear me cries. Jane went into the back and turned the radio on, it was a some girly country song, the radio easily dround out my cries for help. It was helpless, I was trapped and there was no going getting out.

Janet started to describe the torture I was about to undergo today and everyday for the rest of my life. First I was have several capes drapped over me, then two shampoo caps were going to be placed over my head and I would sit under the dryer for over an hour to work up a good sweat. After the dryer came the coloring, then the perming, then the rollers, then the frosting, along with makeup. After this was all done I would sit under the dryer for another hour. The final step was having rollers put in my hair again along with many nets and caps, instead of sitting under the hard dome dryer Janet will put a portable soft bonnett dryer in pink over the rollers, nets, and caps. She then told me in a very sarcastic tone that she would stap the dryer to my back and plug it in to the wall with an extention cord so that I coulld walk around the salon and clean it or entertain one of her clients like a monkey. When she finished describing my torture or as she called it "pampering" the only thing I could do was cry, cry like the little plastic sissy I was to become. My mother had planned all this and I had fallen for her trap. Janet then exclaimed that it was time to begin the first day of the rest of my life.

  

  

  

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