Hair Apparent

“This wig feels really weird, like it feels super real. Where did the package say this came from? It was left to the theatre company by Countess Charlotte? We could always use more wigs but she always seemed to hate everyone in town, wonder why she left anybody anything in her will? I wonder how it would look on me….”

As the meek Gabby put the brunette wig onto her head she felt the immediate bite of the hair digging into her scalp like a thousand needles pressing into her head. In an instant she went from pain and fear to pleasure and understanding.

The wig contained the vast knowledge and experience of the deceased Countess, from where her money was stored to how to be a ruthless and uncaring slut. Gabby could of rejected it all but found the memories of being a powerful and cold hearted bitch too good to give up.

Had she been able to resist the feeling of superiority that now flooded her mind she knew she would never of been able to resist the way the wig transformed her body, reshaping it to be slimmer, curvier with a permanent resting bitch face.

“Yes that’s much better. A gorgeous woman like me shouldn’t have to dirty her nails with menial work like this. Now that I have my predecessors deliciously cruel aptitude for getting whatever I want whenever I want I won’t have to work another day in my life. Mmmm it feels so gooooood to be bad. Soon no one remember Charlotte, the only Countess on everyone’s lips will be the much hotter and meaner Countess Gabrielle.”

Pic: Madison Beer