Diana opened her eyes and, suddenly, she was bombarded with new, confusing feelings that were flooding her senses. Bright lights above her filled her vision, a strong flowery scent of beauty products invaded her nostrils and the constant sound of vapid, Southern-accented voices echoed in her ears. In the background a bubbly country song played. She could feel what felt like her bare shoulders and upper back sliding back into a soft, leather seat. Somehow she felt an odd heavy pressure on her chest.
The heroine's sudden awakening to this wall of sensory information was jarring, but soon, she found herself adjusting. It didn't take long for her to realize she was seated in a salon. Just before she could take in what was going on around her, Diana was shocked to see the sight staring back at her in the mirror.
Looking back at Diana through the reflection was the now-unmistakable sight of a Cutter Creek girl, even though much of her body was obscured by a black beauticians' cape. Still, Diana could recognize instantly the woman's trademark Cutter Creek look from the neck up, from the large, heavily-styled hair, the round, vacant, whorishly-painted eyes, the face with the heavy dose of makeup and, finally, her deep, sun-kissed tan.
Diana was confused. This clearly wasn't her own face staring back at her. The face in the reflection was far rounder than her usual well-defined, pretty face and even had a hint of a double-chin. The Amazonian warrior would have never let herself go like this. Still, the woman was not unattractive, even if her looks were improved by the thick layers of makeup. Looking closer at the woman in the mirror, Diana did have to admit that there were similarities in their appearances.
For one thing, the woman in the reflection did have dazzling blue eyes, although they had a glassy, unintelligent look to them that seemed to be shared by all the women of Cutter Creek she had encountered thus far. Thick black eyeliner was painted around the woman's eyes, only adding to the wide-eyed, brainless look. She also had similar raven-black hair, but Diana would never have requested it be slicked back off her face in an overly-sleek, wet hair look that flowed down her back. Diana wondered how she could have ended up sharing the body of what appeared to be a Southern cover girl?
"Now jus' you sit tight, Doll. Almost done. Jus' takin' mah time ta tame all them flyaways. Wantcha ta look perfect as always. Jus' let Tammy Sue work her magic on ya," the absolutely gorgeous, blonde stylist murmured in a deep Southern accent. The twangy voice oozed in a sexual tone as she said each word, and Diana was surprised that either she, or the sexed-up vision of womanhood she was joyriding, was responding to what was happening to her. The woman uttered a soft moan and Diana felt a pleasant tingle spread throughout her body. All the while, Tammy Sue kept on combing the tarted-up woman's black hair back and spraying it with plenty of hairspray to hold it into place.
"Ya know what they say, Doll," Tammy Sue cooed, and Diana once more felt erotic electricity flooding her body. This time, her breasts under the black smock began to throb, "The bigger the hair, the closer to God!"
Diana, through blurry eyes, could see the woman's, this 'Doll's', pursed, pale-pink lips spread in a dazzling, mindlessly joyous smile and she sighed contently at what was being done to her. Wonder Woman had to admit that she did feel good, and wondered if part of this slutty woman was having an affect on her. For the first time since arriving in Cutter Creek, she let herself relax. As the heroine did this, she felt the lovely sensation of her nipples happily tingle beneath the smock. There was small part of Diana that wanted to take the woman's breasts in her hands and massage them to ease the constantly growing need she felt, but she found herself shocked for even thinking of such a thing!
Diana then closed her eyes and the woman in the mirror did the same thing. She then opened her eyes and the woman in the mirror followed suit. Diana was surprised she was starting to control the woman in the mirror's actions. She then lifted the woman's arm, that had been resting on the armrest of the salon chair under the large cape and brought it up to her heaving breas...tits. Diana's vision was locked onto the woman's spacey, glazed eyes in the reflection and she could see the movement under the cape. She was just about to bring the woman's hands up to cup and massage her assuredly huge Cutter Creek titties when there was a sudden swat from above and Diana and the woman looked up as one to see Tammy Sue looking down at the raven-haired beauty with a playful grin on her own heavily made-up face.
"Wha Ah do declare, Doll!" Tammy Sue exclaimed, "We both know yer hotter than a whore house on nickel night, but Ah done told ya Ah'm almost done! Sakes alive! Can't ya keep yer hands off yer big ol' titties fer a few more seconds?" It was then that Tammy Sue narrowed her glamorously thin eyebrows, batted her extra long eyelashes, and a naughty, conspiratorial look came over her face. The sexy stylist bent down at the waist, allowing Diana to get a good look at her huge tits, along with her deep cavern of cleavage, that was pushing desperately to escape its prison of brief fabric of her spaghetti strap top. Her mouth was next to Diana's and she whispered huskily, "Then yer man can come an' pick ya up an' see how desirable ya look. Then the real fun begins!" At this last sentence Tammy Sue smiled and winked at the woman.
Diana's eyes grew wide at this lingering promise, and then the heroine was shocked at sudden sensation of Tammy Sue planting soft kisses up the nape of her neck and ended by nibbling Diana's earlobe. Diana squirmed in her seat, as waves of pleasure was sent down her spine and she felt her vag...no, pussy, grow wet. She sat back in her seat, excited about the prospects of being picked up by her man, and feasted her eyes on the curvaceous form of Tammy Sue continuing to style her hair. It was her turn to bat her eyes seductively at Tammy Sue, and slowly lick her glossy lips. A relaxed smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she finally felt that all was right in the world.
It was then that Tammy Sue carefully patted Diana's hair and felt assured that she had finally crafted a masterpiece. She finally announced that she was all done and unclasped the beauticians' cape from around the relaxed Wonder Woman's neck. Diana's jaw dropped when the cape was finally unfurled from around her body. She just couldn't believe her reflection. The heroine finally understood why Tammy Sue kept calling her 'Doll.' She looked liked a living, breathing Barbie Doll, except a far more 'Cutter Creek' version of one.
Diana's ultra-curvaceous figure could only be described as absurd, even for Cutter Creek standards and was encased in a skintight pale pink micro-summer dress. Her chest and hips, which had always been considered womanly, had been fleshed out to obscene proportions. Her tits defied gravity and the prominent cleavage she showcased for all to see in the tight little number of a dress was her most prominent feature. Her waist was sucked in slightly and then her ass and hips flared out, giving her an extremely womanly, hourglass figure. The ruffled hemline of her micro-mini summer dress ended just below the curve of her round ass. Diana found she was perched on a pair of sky-high heeled pumps that only caused her to push her back and tits out ever more to stay balanced. The whole time, as Diana continued to study her own reflection, now the utter epitome of the Cutter Creek ideal, her white-hot pussy churned like a furnace and her titties, with the diamond-hard nipples that poked out through the thin, lace fabric were pointed straight at her reflection, throbbed and begged for someone to free them from their tight confines and to play with them.
"Ah...Ah..." Diana stammered to her reflection in her own twangy voice. She then turned to face Tammy Sue and her shiny, pale-pink lips pursed in a questioning 'O." She was struggling to find exactly what to say.
"Ya look gorgeous, Doll," Tammy Sue cooed, brushing the side of Diana's heavily made-up face with the back of her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. Diana grinned a giddy smile and turned back to her highly-sexualized reflection, as Tammy Sue slipped behind her and reached out to grope and caress Diana's fat ass. The tan, raven-haired beauty could only moan wantonly in response to someone finally playing with her sexy body.
In the back of her mind, a part of Diana screamed that she should have realized that all this was so wrong and that she no longer viewed her own self and this whorish, zaftig 'Doll' as two separate people. They were one, and she didn't care. Diana blinked her dulled blue eyes and once more slowly licked her glossy pink lips. Slowly, a wide, brainless smile overtook Diana's makeup-caked face and she forcefully pushed those nagging feelings down even further.
As Wonder Woman she had always been told that she could be anything she wanted, and at that moment, she wanted to be 'Doll' and she wanted to get fucked. Through the rapidly expanding fluff that was becoming her once-keen mind, Diana had a thought. She wanted to get fucked and something Tammy Sue said occurred to her.
Diana turned suddenly, the humungous orbs jutting out of her chest wobbling, now facing Tammy Sue. She took a delicate step forward and her huge tits were poking into Tammy Sue's own pair of spectacular, if slightly smaller chest. The stylist smiled wantonly at Diana, who was still trying to find the right words.
"Um, Tammy Sue. Ya done said earlier that, um, Ah...Ah..." Diana stammered, she was so turned on and her mind was becoming so clouded that it was hard for her to speak. Finally, things cleared and she blurted out, "That Ah had a man! Ah have a man!!! An' Ah would really lahk ta meet him."
"Well, then, ya sho'ly may! Follow me, Doll," Tammy Sue murmured, and she turned sharply on her own sky-high heeled cowgirl boots. Diana uttered another groan of pleasure, and followed Tammy Sue's swaying backside like the obedient Cutter Creek gal she was.