A K-pop Idol 50.3

When Alex was ready, he was taken back to the main area of the salon, and this time he was greeted by six Korean girls, who would work on him that day.

"Hmm... Hi!" the feminized man blushed. He was feeling very intimidated by the situation. "I am Kim Hana" he said, hating the fact he had to say so. What disturbed him most was that his sentence had sounded very authentic. With his new girly voice, and his acquired ability to speak virtually flawless Korean, even he was beginning to find hard to believe that he was actually an American man.

"I can't let this happen" he thought, desperate. "This is only a temporary thing. Soon I will return to being the old Alex". However, it was hard to convince himself about that as he glimpsed his reflection in one of the mirrored walls of the salon. “Dammit”, he cursed. He looked so good wearing that kimono… How he would have loved to know that stunning Korean girl in the past, when he was a man.

"We know who you're, sweetie" said one of the women, awakening Alex from his reverie. "We were waiting for you! And I have to say that Lee Sojin is right. You already look so cute! It's an honor for us to work on you, and we hope you come back often! So, let's start, shall we?"

First, Alex was taken to another room to have his body waxed. He knew it would be a futile effort to say that he didn't need waxing, so he just remained silent and endured that torturous procedure. Next, he went to another room, and was told to lie down on a massage bed. This always was his favorite part during his visits to beauty salons, and this time it was even better. Two girls massaged his body at the same time, while a third took care of his face. Alex got so relaxed that he almost forgot his tough situation. But obviously, this moment of joy wouldn't last forever…

Back to the salon's main area, Alex sat on a hairdressing chair. Then, a girl began to put a facial mask on his face, while two others started working on his hands and feet. Soon enough, two hairdressers began brushing his hair, while they discussed what they would do first.

There were a total of five girls working on Alex! He had to admit that receiving all this attention from so many beautiful Korean girls was something very nice, but he knew they were there to make him look even more feminine, if such a thing was even possible!

Also, after some time, he began to feel a growing sense of helplessness. Those girls could do whatever they wanted with him, and there was nothing he could do to stop them now. He felt even more like a living doll.

After some time, someone began to wash Alex's hair, and he ventured to ask what they were intending to do.

"Don't worry about it, cutie pie!" said one of the girls. "We received specific instructions from your record label about the look that they want you to have, and we think it will really suit you. I'm sure you'll love it!"

The girl responsible for his face had put something over his eyes so he couldn't see what was going on. Not long after, his hair began to be cut, and after that he felt something being attached to his head. That could mean only one thing: He was getting extensions! The process was very time consuming, and little by little Alex began to feel the extra weight on his head, while the extensions brushed against his neck and his back. That was so weird. How could they expect him to get used to having long hair? "Another big step toward womanhood" he thought, scared.

When the procedure was finally over, the girls started to spread something smelly in his hair. Next, it was washed and cut again, and he felt it being curled up by something hot. Finally, his hair was combed, while the face mask was removed.

"Are you ready to see your new hairstyle, Kim Hana?" one of the hairdressers asked.

"I guess so" Alex replied.

"Okay! You can look now!"

"Oh my..." Alex exclaimed, flabbergasted, when he saw his reflection. His hair not only was long now, but it had also been dyed jet black! If he had thought there was no way for them to make him look even more like an Asian girl, he couldn't be more wrong.

"What you think, sweetie?" asked the hairdresser.

"I... I..." once again, and more than ever, he just wasn't sure about who he was anymore…