A different kind of model 42

"It was about time, girl!" Alma said when Samuel returned. "Let's start working!"

The guy sat down again and the girl began to analyze his hair closely. Only then, Samuel realized something... Had Alma just called him 'girl'? He got terrified. What if the girl - and everyone else around - were thinking he was a female? It made sense, after all... Maybe that was why no one had been bothered by his presence there.

What should I do now? He wondered, distressed. 

His first impulse was to say he actually was a man, but he didn't have the guts to do so. Again, it would be too humiliating. The girls would surely think he was a sissy, and such a revelation would cause a great commotion. 

He concluded that his best option would be to let Alma think he was a girl. Oh god, he just wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible...

"Your boyish haircut isn't bad..." the hairdresser said. "But I think I know something that will suit you better."

Samuel swallowed hard. "Please, I don't want any extreme change!" he said, now trying to sound like a girl to keep the charade. 

"Don't worry, Sam. I know what I'm doing, and I'm sure you're going to love it!"

Not long after, another girl came to take care of his nails. Samuel was so scared that he didn't pay attention to what they were doing. When the manicure said she had finished, the guy saw that he now had long, shiny pink nails!

"I thought you could like some extensions" the girl said, smiling. "Don't your hands look much more elegant and feminine now? And best of all is that these extensions can last for many weeks!"

Many weeks?! Samuel got even more desperate. There was no way he could live with those nails for so long! He would remove the extensions as soon as he had a chance! But what about his hair? Would he be able to undo whatever Alma was doing?