Re-Modeling Camp - Part 1 (Humiliation, DG)

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I wrote this a few years ago for another website. I though some people here may enjoy it too!

“Good morning Delia”
Delia had been sitting in front of a crudely built vanity table, brushing out her hair. The summer blonde locks reached all the way down to the small of her back. It was so think each stroke required considerable effort. Delia had only just begun her morning ritual and so was only dressed in her undergarments. Her youthful body (flat stomach, full breasts and clear skin) seemed to glow. She turned around to see Mrs. Harnaath standing by the doorway. Harnaath’s beauty had very much faded (if it had ever existed at all). The woman looked as if she was rapidly approaching her sixties but rumor had it around the school that she was over a decade younger. Her thin grey hair was always pulled tightly into a bun. Delia thought the hairstyle matched both her expression and her personality.
“Dealia, sweetie, make sure you’re at breakfast before the rest of the girls because it’s your turn to say grace this morning. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath” Delia replied. Delia had never really taken to religion but she respected those who did all the same. Harnaath knew she lacked the faith, so she took every opportunity possible to force it on her.
Harnaath started to leave, but then paused and turned back. “And these pictures you have here” she said pointing at the different posters scattered about Delia’s room. “I want them all down before lunch”.
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath”
With that, Harnaath was gone and Delia gave a sigh of relief. Over the last three years that woman had been giving her hell here. Tarnith Boarding School for Girls on the other hand had been good to her. Delia had been taken from her own family home as a kid by child services. Ever since, she had been property of the school.
It wasn’t until she had really hit puberty that Harnaath paid her any attention, and since then Delia was always on her best behavior. But it didn’t matter, almost every day that woman found something to call her out on. Out of all the girls at Tarnith, Delia took the best care of her room. The floor was always spotless, and every surface dusted. Over the last two months Mrs. Harnaath would visit weekly and make her slowly take the room apart. Today it was the posters, last week it week it had been the herbs growing by the window and the week before the fish bowl along with her fish. It was relentless.
It was clear that all Harnaath wanted was for her to rebel. That way she would be subject to even more serious punishments. So instead, every morning Delia put her hair back into a tight French braid, wore her spotless uniform and faked a smile. After all, she wouldn’t be here much longer. The September break was right around the corner, after that was a few weeks of exams. Then she could graduate.
Tarnith had what they called the “time exchange policy”. As many of the girls who attended were orphans and alike; the school received no payment from parents. Instead the girls were required under contract to repay their debt with labor after graduation. For roughly half the amount of years they attended the school they then had to work for Tarnith. That would mean six years of work ahead Delia, that is if it wasn’t for the exception to the rule. If a girl could find herself a job that paid enough to both sustain herself as well as pay her fees she was free to leave after she graduated. That was her way out.
In her summer breaks over the last two years Delia managed to get part time work for a modeling agency. The agency was extremely keen on her look. They had told her that once she was eighteen that she would be an invaluable asset to the company and would offer full time employment. It wasn’t exactly a carrier Delia was keen on, but as long as she could pay her debt to Tarnith and be done with it, that was all that mattered.
Delia left her room and headed for the breakfast hall.
Part 2
The hall was alive with the clang of breakfast utensils and chatter of young women. Mrs. Harnaath sat amounts her fellow teachers on separate table from the students. She had barely touched her meal; instead she scowled at the pretty blonde haired girl on the otherside of the room. The other teachers jested between themselves and talked about the day to come. Harnaath said nothing, she was fixated on Delia.
Delia had no idea she was being watched. She was sitting there with a big grin across her face as she chatted to her friends. She looked so care free.
Mrs. Harnaath felt as though Delia was one of her few failures while teaching at Tarnith. It was her job to break these girls, make them cry, make them repent their sins. Only then can they be reformed by God. But she knew that Delia had never accepted God. The girls that misbehaved were sent away to summer camps, and when they returned they were model students. But Delia was never caught doing anything wrong. Most of the time all Harnaath had to do was find their insecurities and pick away at them. She would subtly hint at a girl being fat or ugly, but Delia was neither. She would strut around with her big blonde hair and just exude confidence. Even Delia’s grades were near perfect. She was untouchable.
This infuriated Mrs. Harnaath beyond belief. The girl had rejected her religion, yet she seemed to have everything going for her. It was a firm belief of Harnaath that all without faith were lost. To let a girl like Delia into Tarnith just let her saunter out the other side would be criminal. It didn’t matter that she was well behaved and well mannered, she needed to be humbled.
Until two months ago Harnaath had had a solution to this problem. Delia had six years’ worth of debt owing to the school and so she had requested for Delia to be her personal assistant for that time. With six years of personal mentoring she could break Delia and make her whoever she wanted. She could make things rights.
But Delia had found a way out. She was going to whore herself out to some sleazy photographers. She was going to subvert everything they stood for here at Tarnith. Once she went to the modeling agency she would unreachable and it would be a problem Mrs. Harnaath could never fix. Graduation would be soon after the September holiday and that was fast approaching. Her time was running out.
The more she thought about it the angrier she became. Mrs Harnaath barley broke her gaze at Delia who still sat amongst her friends at the breakfast table. Her prefect smile, her luscious hair, her raised cheekbones, her tight waist, her full breas….
Suddenly an announcement filled the hall via the PA system. “Mrs Harnaath, there is a call for you in the office. That’s Mrs Harnaath please report to the office” She went at once.
Part 3
Mrs. Harnaath left the office with a smile, an expression that didn’t suit her withered face. The call she had just received was one she had been praying for. It was a solution to the problem that had been playing on her mind these last few weeks, Delia. The call was from an institution called the Fairfield Image Correctional Facility. In the past some of the worst students from Tarnith had been sent there to have work done, just minor alterations. But “minor” wasn’t going to do it for Delia.
Mrs. Harnaath’s thinking was this: if over the coming break Delia was to suddenly become an unwanted candidate for this modeling agency, she would be forced to stay at Tarnith. And after all, it would be for her own good.
So she made the booking with the institute, gave them her instructions, filled out the proper forms (forging a signature here and there) and then promptly went to inform Delia of the good news.
Part 4
“You are sending me where?” Delia asked in disbelief.
“Modeling Camp, and it’s not me who is sending you there Delia” Mrs. Harnaath replied. “Personally I think it’s ridiculous that the school will be paying for you to parade around in your underwear”.
Harnaath had caught Delia on her way to her morning class and had pulled her aside in the corridor. Most had already made their way to class but as the occasional straggler came past, Mrs. Harnaath stopped and glared at them ensuring they made their way a little faster.
Delia was in shock, this was the best news all week and the fact that it was Harnaath’s job to tell her was even better. While the woman’s expression was stern as always, Delia though she could see a slight hint of frustration in her eyes. “But why would the school do that?”
“It’s part of a new program we’re running to encourage girls to get proper employment after graduation. Tarnith will be sponsoring your trip to the camp over the break because of that modeling contract you have been offered.”
“How long does it go for?”
“The Camp will be held at the FICF Institution and you will be there your entire September holiday, alright?”
“Of course, that’s- that’s great!” Delia could barely contain her excitement. “Is that all Mrs. Harnaath?”
“No, Delia. Three things, firstly you may not tell your friend’s about this until you return. The last thing we want is a bunch of girls coming to us asking for more silly sponsorships for the coming holidays. Remember, you were given this opportunity because you showed initiative. Got it?”
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath”
“Secondly I have a form you need to sign before attending the camp, it just deals with the legal issues of custardy” She handed Delia a pen and held a sheet of paper up against the wall for her to sign her name”.
Delia leaned in and tried to read the finely printed document. She made out the words “processing” and “transformation” before Mrs. Harnaath broke her concentration. “Just sign it Delia. This girls at the office have already been over the important stuff, come on I don’t have time for this.” Delia did as she was told and blindly signed her name at the bottom of the document. She was after all overcome with excitement.
“Ok last thing, I have been given the responsibly of getting you there and getting you back, so I expect you packed and ready to go at seven o’clock on the first day of holidays. Is that clear?”
“Crystal clear, Mrs. Harnaath”
“Good, now go, and remember, you may not breathe a word of this to anyone”
Delia scurried off to class; she could fell her long braid bouncing lightly against her back.
Part 5
The last few days of the school term came and went and after a long and awkward car trip Delia found herself unloading her bags into her room at the FICF institute. The place was not at all how she had imagined. It consisted of several large plain buildings surrounded by a curious barbwire fence. When she had questioned Mrs. Harnaath about the fence on her way in she got no reply.
The room itself was also plain, grey walls and grey bed sheets. There was one window on the northern wall and a small bathroom attached on the other side. The most striking thing about the room however was the large mirror on the wardrobe door. It took up most of the wall and would catch her reflection from almost every point in the room. Delia finished hanging her clothes in the wardrobe. She had brought the best things she owned. Nothing designer of course, but she had been able to keep some of the clothes she had worn while modeling part time.
Delia decided to wear her hair down for her first meeting with Lisbeth. Mrs. Harnaath had told her a woman called Lisbeth would be her personal mentor for the time she spent at the institute. After that she had given Delia a parting gift and left. When she had un-wrapped it she found it was a bible. Delia left it on her bedside and headed out to find Lisbeth.
Lisbeth was a tall and beautiful woman. She had short cropped red hair that looked to be straight out of a salon. She welcomed Delia with a warm embrace. “Come with me child, I have something to show you.”
All Delia had seen so far inside the institute had been the reception area as well as the hallway that had led to her room. Together the two of them ventured further into the facility into a viewing room of some kind. One wall was completely made of glass, but what was behind it was a mystery as it was completely covered by a curtain. There were a dozen chairs set up facing the glass. Lisbeth pointed to them. “Sit please dear”. Delia did as she was told, eager to hear what she had to say.
“Do you know what we do here Delia?” Lisbeth asked.
“You run modeling camps, you help aspiring models, right?”
“Im afraid that’s not the case dear, but we do deal with beauty, beauty just like your own.”
“What do mean? My school… …My school is sponsoring me to attend a modeling camp. This must be a mistake. I’m so sorry.” Delia stammered.
“Don’t be sorry, this is no mistake. You were told this was a modeling camp to get you here. In reality this place has a different purpose.”
“Let me call my school, I just want to check if this is a mix up, I….” Delia started to panic. But Lisbeth put her hand over Delia’s mouth firmly.
“Just relax honey, I will explain. The FICF stands for the Fairfield Image Correction Facility. We help parents who feel that their son’s or daughter’s appearance is negatively affecting their behavior and or social development. In certain cases, like yours we even provide the service for schools. One of the staff at your school has informed me that your appearance is stopping you from reaching your full potential. Does that sound correct?” She released her hand from Delia’s mouth.
“What? My appearance? No, I have been doing well at school and…”
“Calm down honey, I’m certainly not one to judge. I know how it goes. A pretty girl like you. Staying out late with boys instead of studying, you need not worry as it is my job to fix that.” Lisbeth plunged her hand into Delia’s blonde hair and combed her fingers through it. “While you are here you will undergo a number of procedures. It will be a least a month and a half before your transformation is complete. You will be done just in time to get back to school.”
“Procedures?” Delia tried to stand up but Lisbeth griped her hair by the roots and pulled her back into the chair. Delia whimpered in pain.
“Yes dear, we are going to make you less attractive. It shouldn’t be too hard; beauty is such a frail thing isn’t it. We will start you off on hormone replacement; the excess testosterone should help with the weight gain and pimples. Perhaps a Rhnioplaty? But defiantly the hair, that has to go. It will all be done before you know it. You will be better off for it, I promise”
Lisbith took a few steps back towards the glass wall and pulled the curtain back. Behind it was what resembled an operating room crossed with a hair salon. A big metal chair with arm restraints and leg stirrups was bolted in the center of the room.
Delia clutched at her hair in horror; she got up out of the chair. This time Lisbeth made no move to stop her.
“I will see you here first thing tomorrow”. Lisbeth smiled.
She fled from the room and ran straight back to her own. She was going to pack her things and leave. Delia flung open the wardrobe but her clothes were not there, instead hung six plain blue dresses, each one a larger size than the last. They didn’t expect her to wear those did they?
She had to call the school, let them know what was happening. But she didn’t have any sort of contact to them. Unless… the bible. Mrs. Harnaath must have left her details in there for her. She grabbed it off the bed side and flicked through it. Sure enough there was something wedged between the pages. She quickly flicked to it.
It wasn’t a message however it was tab that pointed to a passage. Proverbs 31:30,
It read:
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
The door to Delia’s room slammed shut behind her, then the sound of a key turning in a lock.
Part 6
She had barley slept a wink that night. Was this really happening? When morning came Delia was seated on her bedside brushing her hair in the mirror. She tied it back into a ponytail. The blonde locks fell right back to her bra line. She wondered what they would do to her body. Delia had worked hard to maintain such an athletic figure. Before she could fully dress, two large women burst into the room.
“Delia, I need you to put on the blue dress over there and come with us.” She spoke with a husky voice.
It had been a long night and Delia hadn’t eaten since earlier yesterday, she was too weak to fight. The dress was a loose fit but there was no time to complain. The two women firmly held her arms as they made their way to the salon station.
There were many people in the room with her but all the faces were a blur. She could however see Lisbeth sitting on the other side of the glass. Delia was pushed back into the steel chair and her arms and legs locked into place. Everything was happening so fast it was impossible to take it all in.
A woman approached the chair; her platinum blonde hair was tided back into a short ponytail. Both sides of her head were shaved short than an inch. Her eyes were a sparkling blue but the rest of her face was covered by a surgical mask. “My name is Natalie; I will be in charge of your procedures.” She had think European accent of some kind.
“I will have you here every morning during your stay at the institute for touch ups. The main procedures will be carried out over three separate days however. Your first operation day will be next week. Your touch ups start today.”
As she said that, Delia felt a pair of hands reach over her forehead and push her head down into basin behind the chair. There was a splash and her hair felt wet with a thick sticky liquid. Moments later the smell hit her. It smelled like a mix of strong alcohol and bleach. A stranger’s hands began to massage the concoction deep into her hair.
“What is that stuff” Delia whimpered.
“It’s just a shampoo, now relax.” Natalie was handed a large hypodermic needle with a clear liquid inside. “I need you to hold still Delia”. Before she had time to protest Natalie jabbed the needle down into her elbow and squeezed the liquid inside her.
“Ok dear, that wasn’t so bad was it? Once your hair is done we have one more chore and then you are done for the day.”
Delia sat in silence as the pungent mixture was kneaded into her scalp. Twenty minutes later the masseuse finished, rinsed and dried her hair. She was then taken to the tanning bed in the corner of the room and told to remove her clothes. Delia hesitated at the instruction but eventually did as she was told.
She had been in a tanning bed once before. This one somehow seemed different, the light was less intense but she could feel it stinging her skin. After an hour in the bed Natalie sent her back to her room. As she left, Lisbeth gave her a smile through the glass.
When the women who had escorted her back had finally left, Delia rushed into the bathroom and started the shower. They had taken all the hair care products she had brought with her so she just washed with water. The mixture they had used on her had left her blonde hair feeling slightly waxy. No matter how hard she scrubbed it felt the same. After an hour of trying she dried and got changed back into her blue loose fitting dress. Delia admired herself in the mirror. She had been dreading this morning’s appointment all night, but she didn’t look any different. Her hair was still luscious and blonde, her figure tight and athletic and her face was pretty and symmetrical. She slept much better that night.
For the next few days the routine was the same, she would have her morning appointment with Natalie, then was given the rest of the day to do what she pleased (as long she didn’t leave her room). At first it had been insanely boring in there. On the third day however a maintenance worker had installed a large television on the wall. So now she spent her afternoons lying in bed watching whatever was on. It was a while before she had adapted to the food they served. It was always a large serving of meat and various vegetables followed by some kind of diet milkshake. The milkshake tasted disgusting, but if she ever failed to finish it there was no TV the following day as punishment.
Before Delia knew it a week had passed and it was the morning of her first operation day. She woke up long before her escorts had arrived and began getting ready. She showered and put on her loose fitting blue dress like any other day. But something was different. The dress had gotten smaller. It hugged her ass and waist much tighter now. She inspected it the dress, it was definitely the same one. Delia removed the dress and went over to the mirror. During this past week she had been so confident that Natalie’s treatments were not working that she had been ignoring her appearance. After each appointment she would just retire to bed and focus on the TV until dinner time. But now Delia had a close inspection at her body. It was different. She had gained a few pounds around her waist, her skin had started to freckle and her breasts looked less perky. She ran her hand up her body, it felt so soft. That’s when she noticed her hair. How could she have not seen it before? It was darker! It was still blonde but Delia could see that it was a few shades darker than it had been a week ago. She had noticed it was more bouncy than before but now she could see the ends had started to curl. What were they doing to her?
There was a knock at the door; it was time for her appointment.
End of part 1
“Good morning Delia”
Delia had been sitting in front of a crudely built vanity table, brushing out her hair. The summer blonde locks reached all the way down to the small of her back. It was so think each stroke required considerable effort. Delia had only just begun her morning ritual and so was only dressed in her undergarments. Her youthful body (flat stomach, full breasts and clear skin) seemed to glow. She turned around to see Mrs. Harnaath standing by the doorway. Harnaath’s beauty had very much faded (if it had ever existed at all). The woman looked as if she was rapidly approaching her sixties but rumor had it around the school that she was over a decade younger. Her thin grey hair was always pulled tightly into a bun. Delia thought the hairstyle matched both her expression and her personality.
“Dealia, sweetie, make sure you’re at breakfast before the rest of the girls because it’s your turn to say grace this morning. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath” Delia replied. Delia had never really taken to religion but she respected those who did all the same. Harnaath knew she lacked the faith, so she took every opportunity possible to force it on her.
Harnaath started to leave, but then paused and turned back. “And these pictures you have here” she said pointing at the different posters scattered about Delia’s room. “I want them all down before lunch”.
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath”
With that, Harnaath was gone and Delia gave a sigh of relief. Over the last three years that woman had been giving her hell here. Tarnith Boarding School for Girls on the other hand had been good to her. Delia had been taken from her own family home as a kid by child services. Ever since, she had been property of the school.
It wasn’t until she had really hit puberty that Harnaath paid her any attention, and since then Delia was always on her best behavior. But it didn’t matter, almost every day that woman found something to call her out on. Out of all the girls at Tarnith, Delia took the best care of her room. The floor was always spotless, and every surface dusted. Over the last two months Mrs. Harnaath would visit weekly and make her slowly take the room apart. Today it was the posters, last week it week it had been the herbs growing by the window and the week before the fish bowl along with her fish. It was relentless.
It was clear that all Harnaath wanted was for her to rebel. That way she would be subject to even more serious punishments. So instead, every morning Delia put her hair back into a tight French braid, wore her spotless uniform and faked a smile. After all, she wouldn’t be here much longer. The September break was right around the corner, after that was a few weeks of exams. Then she could graduate.
Tarnith had what they called the “time exchange policy”. As many of the girls who attended were orphans and alike; the school received no payment from parents. Instead the girls were required under contract to repay their debt with labor after graduation. For roughly half the amount of years they attended the school they then had to work for Tarnith. That would mean six years of work ahead Delia, that is if it wasn’t for the exception to the rule. If a girl could find herself a job that paid enough to both sustain herself as well as pay her fees she was free to leave after she graduated. That was her way out.
In her summer breaks over the last two years Delia managed to get part time work for a modeling agency. The agency was extremely keen on her look. They had told her that once she was eighteen that she would be an invaluable asset to the company and would offer full time employment. It wasn’t exactly a carrier Delia was keen on, but as long as she could pay her debt to Tarnith and be done with it, that was all that mattered.
Delia left her room and headed for the breakfast hall.
Part 2
The hall was alive with the clang of breakfast utensils and chatter of young women. Mrs. Harnaath sat amounts her fellow teachers on separate table from the students. She had barely touched her meal; instead she scowled at the pretty blonde haired girl on the otherside of the room. The other teachers jested between themselves and talked about the day to come. Harnaath said nothing, she was fixated on Delia.
Delia had no idea she was being watched. She was sitting there with a big grin across her face as she chatted to her friends. She looked so care free.
Mrs. Harnaath felt as though Delia was one of her few failures while teaching at Tarnith. It was her job to break these girls, make them cry, make them repent their sins. Only then can they be reformed by God. But she knew that Delia had never accepted God. The girls that misbehaved were sent away to summer camps, and when they returned they were model students. But Delia was never caught doing anything wrong. Most of the time all Harnaath had to do was find their insecurities and pick away at them. She would subtly hint at a girl being fat or ugly, but Delia was neither. She would strut around with her big blonde hair and just exude confidence. Even Delia’s grades were near perfect. She was untouchable.
This infuriated Mrs. Harnaath beyond belief. The girl had rejected her religion, yet she seemed to have everything going for her. It was a firm belief of Harnaath that all without faith were lost. To let a girl like Delia into Tarnith just let her saunter out the other side would be criminal. It didn’t matter that she was well behaved and well mannered, she needed to be humbled.
Until two months ago Harnaath had had a solution to this problem. Delia had six years’ worth of debt owing to the school and so she had requested for Delia to be her personal assistant for that time. With six years of personal mentoring she could break Delia and make her whoever she wanted. She could make things rights.
But Delia had found a way out. She was going to whore herself out to some sleazy photographers. She was going to subvert everything they stood for here at Tarnith. Once she went to the modeling agency she would unreachable and it would be a problem Mrs. Harnaath could never fix. Graduation would be soon after the September holiday and that was fast approaching. Her time was running out.
The more she thought about it the angrier she became. Mrs Harnaath barley broke her gaze at Delia who still sat amongst her friends at the breakfast table. Her prefect smile, her luscious hair, her raised cheekbones, her tight waist, her full breas….
Suddenly an announcement filled the hall via the PA system. “Mrs Harnaath, there is a call for you in the office. That’s Mrs Harnaath please report to the office” She went at once.
Part 3
Mrs. Harnaath left the office with a smile, an expression that didn’t suit her withered face. The call she had just received was one she had been praying for. It was a solution to the problem that had been playing on her mind these last few weeks, Delia. The call was from an institution called the Fairfield Image Correctional Facility. In the past some of the worst students from Tarnith had been sent there to have work done, just minor alterations. But “minor” wasn’t going to do it for Delia.
Mrs. Harnaath’s thinking was this: if over the coming break Delia was to suddenly become an unwanted candidate for this modeling agency, she would be forced to stay at Tarnith. And after all, it would be for her own good.
So she made the booking with the institute, gave them her instructions, filled out the proper forms (forging a signature here and there) and then promptly went to inform Delia of the good news.
Part 4
“You are sending me where?” Delia asked in disbelief.
“Modeling Camp, and it’s not me who is sending you there Delia” Mrs. Harnaath replied. “Personally I think it’s ridiculous that the school will be paying for you to parade around in your underwear”.
Harnaath had caught Delia on her way to her morning class and had pulled her aside in the corridor. Most had already made their way to class but as the occasional straggler came past, Mrs. Harnaath stopped and glared at them ensuring they made their way a little faster.
Delia was in shock, this was the best news all week and the fact that it was Harnaath’s job to tell her was even better. While the woman’s expression was stern as always, Delia though she could see a slight hint of frustration in her eyes. “But why would the school do that?”
“It’s part of a new program we’re running to encourage girls to get proper employment after graduation. Tarnith will be sponsoring your trip to the camp over the break because of that modeling contract you have been offered.”
“How long does it go for?”
“The Camp will be held at the FICF Institution and you will be there your entire September holiday, alright?”
“Of course, that’s- that’s great!” Delia could barely contain her excitement. “Is that all Mrs. Harnaath?”
“No, Delia. Three things, firstly you may not tell your friend’s about this until you return. The last thing we want is a bunch of girls coming to us asking for more silly sponsorships for the coming holidays. Remember, you were given this opportunity because you showed initiative. Got it?”
“Yes Mrs. Harnaath”
“Secondly I have a form you need to sign before attending the camp, it just deals with the legal issues of custardy” She handed Delia a pen and held a sheet of paper up against the wall for her to sign her name”.
Delia leaned in and tried to read the finely printed document. She made out the words “processing” and “transformation” before Mrs. Harnaath broke her concentration. “Just sign it Delia. This girls at the office have already been over the important stuff, come on I don’t have time for this.” Delia did as she was told and blindly signed her name at the bottom of the document. She was after all overcome with excitement.
“Ok last thing, I have been given the responsibly of getting you there and getting you back, so I expect you packed and ready to go at seven o’clock on the first day of holidays. Is that clear?”
“Crystal clear, Mrs. Harnaath”
“Good, now go, and remember, you may not breathe a word of this to anyone”
Delia scurried off to class; she could fell her long braid bouncing lightly against her back.
Part 5
The last few days of the school term came and went and after a long and awkward car trip Delia found herself unloading her bags into her room at the FICF institute. The place was not at all how she had imagined. It consisted of several large plain buildings surrounded by a curious barbwire fence. When she had questioned Mrs. Harnaath about the fence on her way in she got no reply.
The room itself was also plain, grey walls and grey bed sheets. There was one window on the northern wall and a small bathroom attached on the other side. The most striking thing about the room however was the large mirror on the wardrobe door. It took up most of the wall and would catch her reflection from almost every point in the room. Delia finished hanging her clothes in the wardrobe. She had brought the best things she owned. Nothing designer of course, but she had been able to keep some of the clothes she had worn while modeling part time.
Delia decided to wear her hair down for her first meeting with Lisbeth. Mrs. Harnaath had told her a woman called Lisbeth would be her personal mentor for the time she spent at the institute. After that she had given Delia a parting gift and left. When she had un-wrapped it she found it was a bible. Delia left it on her bedside and headed out to find Lisbeth.
Lisbeth was a tall and beautiful woman. She had short cropped red hair that looked to be straight out of a salon. She welcomed Delia with a warm embrace. “Come with me child, I have something to show you.”
All Delia had seen so far inside the institute had been the reception area as well as the hallway that had led to her room. Together the two of them ventured further into the facility into a viewing room of some kind. One wall was completely made of glass, but what was behind it was a mystery as it was completely covered by a curtain. There were a dozen chairs set up facing the glass. Lisbeth pointed to them. “Sit please dear”. Delia did as she was told, eager to hear what she had to say.
“Do you know what we do here Delia?” Lisbeth asked.
“You run modeling camps, you help aspiring models, right?”
“Im afraid that’s not the case dear, but we do deal with beauty, beauty just like your own.”
“What do mean? My school… …My school is sponsoring me to attend a modeling camp. This must be a mistake. I’m so sorry.” Delia stammered.
“Don’t be sorry, this is no mistake. You were told this was a modeling camp to get you here. In reality this place has a different purpose.”
“Let me call my school, I just want to check if this is a mix up, I….” Delia started to panic. But Lisbeth put her hand over Delia’s mouth firmly.
“Just relax honey, I will explain. The FICF stands for the Fairfield Image Correction Facility. We help parents who feel that their son’s or daughter’s appearance is negatively affecting their behavior and or social development. In certain cases, like yours we even provide the service for schools. One of the staff at your school has informed me that your appearance is stopping you from reaching your full potential. Does that sound correct?” She released her hand from Delia’s mouth.
“What? My appearance? No, I have been doing well at school and…”
“Calm down honey, I’m certainly not one to judge. I know how it goes. A pretty girl like you. Staying out late with boys instead of studying, you need not worry as it is my job to fix that.” Lisbeth plunged her hand into Delia’s blonde hair and combed her fingers through it. “While you are here you will undergo a number of procedures. It will be a least a month and a half before your transformation is complete. You will be done just in time to get back to school.”
“Procedures?” Delia tried to stand up but Lisbeth griped her hair by the roots and pulled her back into the chair. Delia whimpered in pain.
“Yes dear, we are going to make you less attractive. It shouldn’t be too hard; beauty is such a frail thing isn’t it. We will start you off on hormone replacement; the excess testosterone should help with the weight gain and pimples. Perhaps a Rhnioplaty? But defiantly the hair, that has to go. It will all be done before you know it. You will be better off for it, I promise”
Lisbith took a few steps back towards the glass wall and pulled the curtain back. Behind it was what resembled an operating room crossed with a hair salon. A big metal chair with arm restraints and leg stirrups was bolted in the center of the room.
Delia clutched at her hair in horror; she got up out of the chair. This time Lisbeth made no move to stop her.
“I will see you here first thing tomorrow”. Lisbeth smiled.
She fled from the room and ran straight back to her own. She was going to pack her things and leave. Delia flung open the wardrobe but her clothes were not there, instead hung six plain blue dresses, each one a larger size than the last. They didn’t expect her to wear those did they?
She had to call the school, let them know what was happening. But she didn’t have any sort of contact to them. Unless… the bible. Mrs. Harnaath must have left her details in there for her. She grabbed it off the bed side and flicked through it. Sure enough there was something wedged between the pages. She quickly flicked to it.
It wasn’t a message however it was tab that pointed to a passage. Proverbs 31:30,
It read:
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
The door to Delia’s room slammed shut behind her, then the sound of a key turning in a lock.
Part 6
She had barley slept a wink that night. Was this really happening? When morning came Delia was seated on her bedside brushing her hair in the mirror. She tied it back into a ponytail. The blonde locks fell right back to her bra line. She wondered what they would do to her body. Delia had worked hard to maintain such an athletic figure. Before she could fully dress, two large women burst into the room.
“Delia, I need you to put on the blue dress over there and come with us.” She spoke with a husky voice.
It had been a long night and Delia hadn’t eaten since earlier yesterday, she was too weak to fight. The dress was a loose fit but there was no time to complain. The two women firmly held her arms as they made their way to the salon station.
There were many people in the room with her but all the faces were a blur. She could however see Lisbeth sitting on the other side of the glass. Delia was pushed back into the steel chair and her arms and legs locked into place. Everything was happening so fast it was impossible to take it all in.
A woman approached the chair; her platinum blonde hair was tided back into a short ponytail. Both sides of her head were shaved short than an inch. Her eyes were a sparkling blue but the rest of her face was covered by a surgical mask. “My name is Natalie; I will be in charge of your procedures.” She had think European accent of some kind.
“I will have you here every morning during your stay at the institute for touch ups. The main procedures will be carried out over three separate days however. Your first operation day will be next week. Your touch ups start today.”
As she said that, Delia felt a pair of hands reach over her forehead and push her head down into basin behind the chair. There was a splash and her hair felt wet with a thick sticky liquid. Moments later the smell hit her. It smelled like a mix of strong alcohol and bleach. A stranger’s hands began to massage the concoction deep into her hair.
“What is that stuff” Delia whimpered.
“It’s just a shampoo, now relax.” Natalie was handed a large hypodermic needle with a clear liquid inside. “I need you to hold still Delia”. Before she had time to protest Natalie jabbed the needle down into her elbow and squeezed the liquid inside her.
“Ok dear, that wasn’t so bad was it? Once your hair is done we have one more chore and then you are done for the day.”
Delia sat in silence as the pungent mixture was kneaded into her scalp. Twenty minutes later the masseuse finished, rinsed and dried her hair. She was then taken to the tanning bed in the corner of the room and told to remove her clothes. Delia hesitated at the instruction but eventually did as she was told.
She had been in a tanning bed once before. This one somehow seemed different, the light was less intense but she could feel it stinging her skin. After an hour in the bed Natalie sent her back to her room. As she left, Lisbeth gave her a smile through the glass.
When the women who had escorted her back had finally left, Delia rushed into the bathroom and started the shower. They had taken all the hair care products she had brought with her so she just washed with water. The mixture they had used on her had left her blonde hair feeling slightly waxy. No matter how hard she scrubbed it felt the same. After an hour of trying she dried and got changed back into her blue loose fitting dress. Delia admired herself in the mirror. She had been dreading this morning’s appointment all night, but she didn’t look any different. Her hair was still luscious and blonde, her figure tight and athletic and her face was pretty and symmetrical. She slept much better that night.
For the next few days the routine was the same, she would have her morning appointment with Natalie, then was given the rest of the day to do what she pleased (as long she didn’t leave her room). At first it had been insanely boring in there. On the third day however a maintenance worker had installed a large television on the wall. So now she spent her afternoons lying in bed watching whatever was on. It was a while before she had adapted to the food they served. It was always a large serving of meat and various vegetables followed by some kind of diet milkshake. The milkshake tasted disgusting, but if she ever failed to finish it there was no TV the following day as punishment.
Before Delia knew it a week had passed and it was the morning of her first operation day. She woke up long before her escorts had arrived and began getting ready. She showered and put on her loose fitting blue dress like any other day. But something was different. The dress had gotten smaller. It hugged her ass and waist much tighter now. She inspected it the dress, it was definitely the same one. Delia removed the dress and went over to the mirror. During this past week she had been so confident that Natalie’s treatments were not working that she had been ignoring her appearance. After each appointment she would just retire to bed and focus on the TV until dinner time. But now Delia had a close inspection at her body. It was different. She had gained a few pounds around her waist, her skin had started to freckle and her breasts looked less perky. She ran her hand up her body, it felt so soft. That’s when she noticed her hair. How could she have not seen it before? It was darker! It was still blonde but Delia could see that it was a few shades darker than it had been a week ago. She had noticed it was more bouncy than before but now she could see the ends had started to curl. What were they doing to her?
There was a knock at the door; it was time for her appointment.
End of part 1

[dagolfer]

I enjoyed this, hope there's more to come....

Thanks

[pinkhippo99]

Nice start, but do you realize that you double posted the chapter?

[Adobeman10]

I read the whole story on the Haircutting site-and I truly enjoyed it-One of my alltime favorites-Ive been searching for others you wrote-is this the only one?
It was quite good

[pinkhippo99]

I read the whole story on the Haircutting site-and I truly enjoyed it-One of my alltime favorites-Ive been searching for others you wrote-is this the only one?
It was quite good

Do you still have a link for the full story?

[NOSCOPEJUSTICE1]

Thanks Adobeman10! This is the only story I've ever published. Its really nice to hear you enjoyed it. I'm slowly working on a new one written just for this site. I thought I'd post this to see if people like my style first.

[audipwr87]

Hoping to see more of this story! I'm loving it!

[Francescasugarlips]

This is my favorite transformation story from that other website. I had always hoped you had written more, and am excited that you are working on another!

[Vended]

I too hope to see the followup, hopefully with a bit more space between dialogs and paragraphs. ^^'

[hana_]

argh, I need to read the whole story - it's great. Is it complete on that other site? Link PUH-LEEASE if so!