My first trip to the Parlour...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you are teenage or older girl, you will know that what I've written is the truth. If you are a guy, then you should know the truth. Read on to find out.

Submitted: July 27, 2012

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The first time I walked into a beauty parlour, I saw working women, cosmetics and pretty customers. As far as the eye could see was a n array of coloured bottles and tubs filled with exotic creams, bubbling liquids and many more products that would guarantee a better you on the outside. So oblivious of what was to become of me, i followed my mother inside. They seated me in a chair, and Mom said a list of things that had to be done to me. I was to be threaded, waxed and  steamed.. I didn't comprehend the dozen other parlour jargon, simply thinking I'm gonna look pretty at prom. Then my mom patted me on the back and left with a small smile. I returned the favour unaware it was gonna be the last one for a long time.

My stylist was named Audra. She had a pretty face, black hair with blue-green stripes and a lot of make up. I settled back into the seat. She dabbed a little powder on my eyebrows, took out a roll of thread, and hen the horror began. I don't know what she did or how she did it, but every time she pulled the thread  my skin felt like a hundred needles were poking their way through. Boys might find this to be an exaggeration, but you girls know the truth. The clock told me that the process took only a few minutes. But my red skin, knew that it was tortured for a few thousand seconds. I wanted to run, but she pushed me back into the chair. Tears filled my eyes, but Audra simply laughed. At that point I had an inexplicable urge to stab her with a pair of scissors. 

Before the insanity passed away, Audra took out a butter knife. My heart stopped. She dipped it in hot wax, grabbed my hand and smeared it all over. Before the shock of being scalded was over, she covered it with a cloth and tore it of my skin. And that’s when I lost it. The pain now made the earlier one same like a tickle. Mentally, I had taken a knife and chopped Audra into bits, but actually all I could do was wince. The pain I suffered earned giggles and smirks from both customers and stylists. One would think that they were born having their skin ripped apart. I didn’t have much time to collect my thoughts. Audra was zealous. She repeated the above procedure several times on each of my hands. The only thing that kept me going was thinking of what i would do to each of the stylists at that parlour. My imagination becoming increasingly malicious and morbid.

But the ordeal was not yet done with. Audra went on to attack my legs in the same vicious manner.  This time even the clock couldn’t lie to me. I stared at my hands and legs. The skin was a raw pink due to the consecutive ripping. But then something wonderful happened. For the first time after the torture started I felt relieved. Audra took ice cubes and started melting them on my hands and legs. The relief that my burning skin experienced extended to my heart. I decided to decrease the punishments a little bit. That was the last time I thought of forgiving a beautician.

Next I was taken to a room where she made me lie on a bed, and started steaming my face with a weird looking instrument. The initial steam was soothing. But then she twisted my face around. Steam smothered me. I was gasping for fresh air. Out of nowhere Audra started poking me with a silver stick. Literally poking me. She was pressing my face with rather unnecessary force. Then she grabbed my nose and started scratching it! My imagination went into overdrive. I vowed that one day I would do to Audra everything that she did to me, with triple the viciousness. 

As if sensing the rage within me,  she stopped and removed the steamer. I breathed freely finally. In a desperate attempt to comfort me, she covered my skin with a cooling cream. But the damage was done. Never again would I visit this place. My mind was made up. Mom came to collect me. She smiled, I glared. I didn’t speak a word, till we left the place. Everyone who saw me leave were smirking. I looked pointedly away, right at the mirror.

Then I saw a vision of near perfection. My face was glowing, my hands were pink no doubt, but they were shining, my legs were the same. All over glowing skin greeted me. True it was pink throughout, blotchy in places, but I looked , well, if I was being modest, pretty. I stepped out of the parlour with my mom and I couldn’t but help notice that there were a lot of people staring at me. Not in that ‘You look like a freak’ way. But in that ‘Oooh, hotty’ way.  My mom was grinning at my reaction. I looked back at the parlour, thought of Audra, and thought to myself. So it was a little painful, but worth it in the end. Right?

Boy, was I wrong again. Vanity, thy name is mine.

 


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