Permanent For Life

As I rose from the chair under the machine I almost fell. It
must have been the continuous excitement, the smell of the waving
lotion and the heat from the permanent wave machine that had made
me feel so weak. Ms. Merrill assisted me to the styling chair and
said.

” I’m sure you will find the rest of your conversion will
not be so uncomfortable.”

Janice and Tara each used a small blower to cool my hair,
and it certainly was a relief. They soon shut off the blowers and
started removing the rollers, clamps and pads. As they removed
each one a long golden ringlet would fall until soon my head was
a mass of golden curls. When the last roller had been removed,
Janice led me to the shampoo bowl and rinsed my hair. Ms. Merrill
snapped several more photos of these proceedings. After the rinse
I was returned to the styling chair, and with a towel around my
hair I placed a new roll of film in my camera. Janice combed some
liquid through my hair and started setting it on plastic rollers,
using clips to hold each roller in place. AS Ms. Merrill took
more pictures she said.

“She is setting your hair in a certain pattern so that we
will be able to arrange it in a suitable style.”

As soon as this was completed another beautician, who
apparently was the makeup artist, looked my face over carefully
and after comparing some color samples with my face told Janice
what color nail enamel to use. As she left the room Janice placed
me under the hair dryer and Ms. Merrill took photos of me under
the hair dryer. While my hair was drying Janice applied a soft
pink color to my nails and then a coat of clear sealer. As she
finished one hand and then the other I was amazed at how feminine
my hands now were. Having finished my nails, Janice brought me
another glass of wine and repositioned the video cart and
started the tape before again leaving the room.

As the dryer droned on my mind began going over everything that
had been done to me. Never could I remember having been so