Holly grinned mischievously to herself as she and Hannah stepped through the automatic glass doors of the Wilkos store. She took a deep inhale of air, savouring the minty aroma that came from the recently opened products and the wisps of sunlight dancing across her closed eyelids.
"Ain't it a beautiful day, Han?" she asked her compatriot.
Hannah rolled her eyes and shot a scornful look Holly's way. "Look, luv, Carly asked us to come over here to grab a couple fans and maybe even a backup generator if this heatwave doesn't let up soon. It's thirty-five f*cking degrees outside, Holly, and even more humid in hair with all these zombies mulling about the store." She adjusted her hair for the third time today, using her nimble fingers to brush a lock of strawberry blonde hair back into place. "It's messing up my f*cking hair!"
"Language, Han," Holly giggled, clasping a hand over her mouth sarcastically. "I thought your religion didn't allow cursing like that!"
"I was raised as a secular Jew, Holly, as I must've told you a thousand times before. I believe in God and all that but I'm not so crazy about the whole 'follow every line of the Great Book to a tee' shtick."
"Whatever girl, I don't give a toss. Doesn't excuse that potty mouth of yours." Holly grinned as an idea came to mind. Her hand slipped into her purse slung across her shoulder and she carefully pulled out a small remote, a device with an assuming boxy shape and a wide array of innocently looking, multicoloured buttons.
With a practised hand she turned a switch at the base of the device to the right, turning on the latent awareness blockers programmed into the complex machinery. Her next step was to press a gold button where the power button in a normal TV remote would be, aiming it squarely at Hannah without her noticing. This selected Hannah as the first target.
Holly looked around for a suitable second candidate. She spied a decent pick in the far corner of the store. There stood a man, boisterous and with a flamboyant personality that Holly could feel from a mile away, nattering off to a couple of middle aged ladies that Holly could care less about. She read his name tag, Stuart, and could tell that he was gay (call it intuition). He was dressed quite fashionably compared to the rest of the male workers in the store, sporting the mandatory red polo- but with all the buttons undone to show glimpses of dark chest hair- and tight black slacks that left very little to the imagination. Seriously, he was suffocating that bloody python in there.
Holly decided to rid Hannah of her current problem. Stuart's hair was so slathered in conditioner and gel that the fibres wouldn't come out even if a hurricane came at that very moment and hit the store. Selecting him as the second target, Holly watched in awe as Stuart's curls crawled back into his scalp, making him bald for a hilarious moment that passed way too soon, before suddenly blooming with strawberry blonde hair that came to rest on his shoulders.
Meanwhile Hannah's hair did the same in reverse, receding back before sprouting with dark brown hair that made her look like a lesbian at a Vamps concert. The boyish look did slightly work for Hannah, Holly remarked. A bit short on the sides and back for Holly's tastes but still feminine enough at the top to not make her not look completely butch.
Neither party was none the wiser of course. Holly watched as Stuart began to absentmindedly brush his longer hair out of his face. Judging by the way the two women beside him began stroking his new hair and their own Holly's swap had opened up an avenue of conversation for them all to follow.
Hannah beside her noticed Holly's gaze was locked and quickly assumed the worst. "Oh no," Hannah sighed, "I know what that look means." She spotted the remote clutched in Holly's hands and quickly jerked it down and out of sight. Her voice dropped to an angry hush as she whispered, "What the f*ck did you just do?! Did you just swap me with someone?!"
Holly struggled to keep a straight face as she shrugged her shoulders. Hannah groaned and rubbed her temples. Holly noticed that where Hannah would normally . "Swap me back, Holly. Now."
"Fine." Holly rolled her eyes as she repeated the process of selecting the targets. A moment later and both heads of hair were back in their boring respective positions. Though Hannah couldn't tell what had been swapped back she breathed a sigh of relief as Holly pressed down on the buttons.
"Just... Don't swap me without letting me know, ok? I know you told me about its existence in confidence and I know you're just testing that thing out for today but I don't want any of that magic junk around me. Promise me."
"Not magic, just good ol' fashioned technology, luv." Hannah gave her a look as to say 'those-aren't-the words-I-was-looking-for'.
Hannah sighed and grumbled, "Fine, Little Miss Buzzkill. I won't swap you with anyone without you knowing. Scout's honour."
Hannah seemed reluctant but nodded nonetheless; she could tell this was the best she'd get from her power-crazed co-worker. "Glad to hear it. Now, where are those damn fans lurking..."
Holly giggled as she followed her fellow beautician. As if Hannah could decide if or when Holly would swap her! The cheek! Lucky for Holly, she'd had her fingers crossed the whole time. Matter of fact, she'd never been a Scout in the first place!
"Sorry Hannah, but I need to get at least one swap between the two of you for my own personal enjoyment."
Holly chuckled quietly as her gaze wandered down from the two's scalps and down to their crotches. A quick flash of blue light and, not even a second later, Hannah's heels halted as she suddenly stopped. She couldn't help it, mind you, not many can react indifferently when a girthy cock shoots out of their groin and makes itself at home in their lace panties.
By the looks of it Stuart had gifted the beautician with quite the prized package. Between being sandwiched inside Stuart's boxers and the sheer erotic thrill of sprouting from the folds of her vaginal lips, Stuart's... Hannah's new meatstick looked absolutely ravenous, throbbing aggressively as its long shaft pressed into the inside of her left thigh.
Holly could barely hold in her sniggers as she watched Hannah reach down and rearrange her newest appendage in a very unbecoming manner, totally oblivious to the fact that she was essentially rearranging someone else's second hand boner. "F*ck, why am I so turned on all of a sudden," Holly heard Hannah mutter as the duo stepped deeper into the store.
Oh yes. Today was definitely going to be good fun...