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Brooke let the bliss just wash all over her. Her weekly Stepford salon appointment was just the relaxation she needed. A mid week break that would leave her at peace and so mellow and relaxed. A few mindless hours of pampering at the hands of her favourite stylist Doris left her feeling as relaxed as the best weekend spa. It was the highlight of her week. Just sit back, let the expert beuticians and stylists work their considerable magic. She was pretty, everyone told her so. But when she left the salon she felt gorgeous. A whole new glamorous woman. They were always pushing her to try new treatments and push her style a little further each week. She had at first resisted, she had no idea why. But now she left each week, her hair a little closer to the other women attending the salon. While she was there she was never short of a nice cup of coffee that helped her relax into it so much. And endless piles of fashion magazines to tempt her with new styles, new fashions and ideas. And screens wherever she looked with more pretty women dressed and styled to feminine perfection. She at first had wondered how these women could spend their time that way. They seemed to personify the salons clients goals. How they could find the money to afford their wardrobes. How they filled their time when when they were not shopping or in the salon. But the more time she went to the salon it dawned on her. They were trophy wives or aspired to be. Finding a wealthy man to provide for them. A good man to take care of them. A strong man to lead, guide and dominate them. A modern girl like Brooke didn't want such a life. At least she thought she hadn't. But the little exposure she saw every week changed her. Watching the women around her living this life. Watching their icons in magazines and on the big screens. She felt a pull. Wouldn't it be so simple to give in. To submit to such a life. Be another Stepford girl who lived between the gym, salon and shopping for new pretty outfits. Living to please her man, her husband, her master.
A life of no hard thinking, looking good, obeying a strong man in her life. She glanced towards the noticeboard near the register. The help wanted sign was still there. She had asked Doris about it once. According to her the salon was always recruiting and training staff. So many of their girls left after getting married. Or at least went part time until their first child arrived. They were a great place for girls who wanted to completely change direction. Housing and training the girls till they were fully qualified. Doris was engaged herself. To be married in a few months. She'd be going part time for a few years. She just loved her work in the salon. Helping girls reach their feminine potential made her so happy. Brooke wondered what it would be like to have no other worries than that. A job where she could see the results of her hard work every day as the clients left the salon. Not working on boring projects in a dull beige office with dull beige staff and not seeing the results for months or years. Hanging out with fun girls all day. Chatting gossiping and looking pretty. No other worries or stresses. She wondered if today she would crack and ask to make an appointment to see if she could get a job at the salon. But she knew the time was not quite right. She was nearly there, but not quite. But that was ok, Stepford Salons were always recruiting. Her place would be here when she was ready.

Thanks as always go to findingmywayforever for being such a wonderful muse.

Description
Brooke let the bliss just wash all over her. Her weekly Stepford salon appointment was just the relaxation she needed. A mid week break that would leave her at peace and so mellow and relaxed. A few mindless hours of pampering at the hands of her favourite stylist Doris left her feeling as relaxed as the best weekend spa. It was the highlight of her week. Just sit back, let the expert beuticians and stylists work their considerable magic. She was pretty, everyone told her so. But when she left the salon she felt gorgeous. A whole new glamorous woman. They were always pushing her to try new treatments and push her style a little further each week. She had at first resisted, she had no idea why. But now she left each week, her hair a little closer to the other women attending the salon. While she was there she was never short of a nice cup of coffee that helped her relax into it so much. And endless piles of fashion magazines to tempt her with new styles, new fashions and ideas. And screens wherever she looked with more pretty women dressed and styled to feminine perfection. She at first had wondered how these women could spend their time that way. They seemed to personify the salons clients goals. How they could find the money to afford their wardrobes. How they filled their time when when they were not shopping or in the salon. But the more time she went to the salon it dawned on her. They were trophy wives or aspired to be. Finding a wealthy man to provide for them. A good man to take care of them. A strong man to lead, guide and dominate them. A modern girl like Brooke didn't want such a life. At least she thought she hadn't. But the little exposure she saw every week changed her. Watching the women around her living this life. Watching their icons in magazines and on the big screens. She felt a pull. Wouldn't it be so simple to give in. To submit to such a life. Be another Stepford girl who lived between the gym, salon and shopping for new pretty outfits. Living to please her man, her husband, her master.
A life of no hard thinking, looking good, obeying a strong man in her life. She glanced towards the noticeboard near the register. The help wanted sign was still there. She had asked Doris about it once. According to her the salon was always recruiting and training staff. So many of their girls left after getting married. Or at least went part time until their first child arrived. They were a great place for girls who wanted to completely change direction. Housing and training the girls till they were fully qualified. Doris was engaged herself. To be married in a few months. She'd be going part time for a few years. She just loved her work in the salon. Helping girls reach their feminine potential made her so happy. Brooke wondered what it would be like to have no other worries than that. A job where she could see the results of her hard work every day as the clients left the salon. Not working on boring projects in a dull beige office with dull beige staff and not seeing the results for months or years. Hanging out with fun girls all day. Chatting gossiping and looking pretty. No other worries or stresses. She wondered if today she would crack and ask to make an appointment to see if she could get a job at the salon. But she knew the time was not quite right. She was nearly there, but not quite. But that was ok, Stepford Salons were always recruiting. Her place would be here when she was ready.

Thanks as always go to findingmywayforever for being such a wonderful muse.