Free Ashley's Wedding by Giulia Napoli Page A

done. Ashley sported six small rings between her legs. Teri pointed out that, "You won't be walking very comfortably for a week or two. We're sending a supply of the anesthetic with you to help out some. Fortunately, you'll be in first class on the plane so you'll have room to sit with your legs apart. That's not very lady-like, but it should help."
    They carefully rolled Ashley onto her side as Elsa tattooed the rose onto her hip.
    Next, they set a pillow on a chair, put a Tucks between Ashley's legs to soothe her, and sat her upright in the chair. She still hadn't seen herself in a mirror. It would be a little while yet before she did.
    Without fanfare, using a sharp barber’s scissors, Suzi started cutting Ashley’s long, thick hair from the front of her head, as close to the scalp as she could. For the first time, tears formed in Ashley's eyes. The tugging and the crunching of the scissors continued as Ashley's full head of long, rich-dark-brown hair cascaded to the floor. When Suzi had reduced the long hair to random stubble, Miki handed her the electric clippers, without a guard, and Suzi proceeded to quickly shave the rude tufts.
    They each helped to lather Ashley's head and shave it clean with a vibrating, Gillette Fusion razor. They rinsed and dried her and massaged lotion into her scalp. Like Suzi, she had a perfectly-shaped, blemish-free head. They took her into the large, darkened bathroom. Ashley walked cowboy-style, holding her legs apart as best she could.
    In the bathroom, one of them flicked on the light, and Ashley saw herself for the first time. She gasped a loud, "Oh!" as her eyes adjusted to the bright light and her image came into focus. She reached up to feel her head, rubbing her fingers gingerly over it. Without eyebrows to reinforce her personality, her usually assertive, dominant manner seemed to fade away and her demeanor became that of someone else entirely.
    She turned her head from side-to-side to examine the studs in her ears. "Those are kinda pretty, don't you think?" she asked meekly.
    "Honestly," Kate said, "you're now as pretty as we are. You know we've grown to accept and even like these changes, and you will too. By the time you get back from Europe, you'll be all healed and so used to being bald that you'll probably never want your own hair again. Why would you? That’s why wigs were invented!"
    "The only problem is that my face looks featureless without my eyebrows. I wish you hadn't taken them all off."
    "You'll get used to that too. You have a great smile. Use it more. Try different eyebrow styles, depending on your mood. We’ve left you that option. Thanks to you, we don’t have it, unless we want to follow you and remove ours entirely. We look the same every day, all the time - astonished or surprised - regardless of our mood.
    “We've packed the same makeup for you that we have. There's an eyebrow pencil in there that you can use to draw some on when you go out - if Craig will let you."
    "I'm so sore. How are Craig and I going to enjoy our honeymoon?"
    "Teri laughed. "You'll find other ways to do it for a few weeks. Craig seems the adventurous type."
    "When you get back from your two-month honeymoon," Miki explained, "we'll all get together again. We'll make sure everything is still in place and healed up as much as possible by then. Elsa will also touch up any regrowth hairs so you'll stay clean. We expect you to beg Craig to shave your head each morning and evening while you're gone. We intend to check with him to ensure that you've been regularly shaved. You know what will happen if you don't."
    It was nearly six o'clock. The troupe got Ashley dressed in a sleeveless top and a skirt that ended just above her knees. Pants were out of the question. Ashley was so sensitive, tender and sore that she ultimately rejected panties, deciding to risk it for the sake of comfort. Craig arrived a few minutes later. He was happily astonished at Ashley's new appearance. Within minutes,