This choice: Jenny approaches Beautylicious. • Go Back...Chapter #5Jenny approaches Beautylicious. by: Unknown Jenny rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth as she watched Freddie and Imogen spring off in the direction of the store, bumping shoulders and mercilessly teasing each other as they did so. She hadn’t the energy nor the willpower to go off chasing behind them. It sounded bad on paper but she had no qualms with them screwing around and having their little ‘playtime’—at least as long as it didn’t affect her directly. Ever since that fateful day when she’d popped off for a nap and the two kids had accidentally-on-purpose taken the trait-swapping serum for themselves, they’d done little more than bug her with tales of their swapping antics or pleas to trade things with her herself.
“Sorry, Rotherham,” she mumbled to herself as she adjusted the mocha-brown poncho on her slight frame, “But it’s your turn to deal with those brats.” She pushed open the doors of the salon with much ease, breathing in the scent of shampoo and bath salts and sighing contentedly. A spa retreat was exactly what she needed right now. Moments after she’d walked inside a lady, complete in a spotless white masseuse outfit and sparkly heeled-loafers, approached her, her hands tucked behind her back and a disingenuous smile plastered on her face.
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” she said in a delicate American intonation, “My name is Nat and can I just wish you a very warm welcome from all of us staff at Beautylicious!” Jenny chuckled awkwardly. She couldn’t tell if it was the lady’s American origin or if she was on something but she was unusually perky for someone who probably worked on minimum wage. In England she’d learnt one thing; never trust a person that’s uber-happy after lunchtime.
Jenny sized up the lady: she wasn’t really anything special, at least not in Jenny’s eyes, an inch or two shorter than her at 5’5” with a decent figure and bust size (a C-cup, to be precise). The only noticeable features really were her vibrantly dyed blue-ish green hair pulled into a loose braid and her punk-ish tattoos and piercings, one of which was a small hoop going through the flesh around her precisely plucked dark eyebrow. Jenny admired the craftsmanship above her eyes very much and, not being one to want to experience the painful plucking process, decided it’d be much easier to take the girl’s for herself.
It took hardly any effort to do so, just a flash of a thought sent her stomach churning, her head spinning and her eyes lolling backwards. Crap, she mumbled as she stumbled slightly. Though she could perform much more extravagant swaps, the inconvenient (but not all that detrimental) toll on her body was always the same. In some ways she was envious of her children’s effortless indifference to the momentary disorientation. Nevertheless, as she regained her composure, she smirked as she reached up and stroked her new pierced eyebrow, feeling the digit of the little slit that Nat had etched into it.
She pulled a small compact from her purse and marvelled at the style of it—sure, the black eyebrows contrasted with the rest of her dusty blonde hair but she could always swap the colour back later. Jenny looked back up. The beautician’s assistant still stood diligently by the entrance, albeit looking a bit restless from Jenny’s inactivity.
“Thank you very much, Nat,” Jenny purred. “You’re a perky one, aren’t you!”
“I’d like to think so, ma’am! How may I be of service for you today?”
Jenny’s eyes roamed the room. Sitting and waiting patiently in various stages of boredom were a wide age range of women, some of them with husbands, partners, children and various other acquaintances. However in Jenny’s eyes they were all unsuspecting meatbags that she could manipulate to alleviate her pent-up stresses.
“You’re the beautician, you tell me.” Nat smiled and gestured for Jenny to follow her to the front desk and book an appointment, unknowingly guaranteeing that her eyebrows would not be the only feature of hers that would been changed today.
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