Guid for Wig shop story's om DA:
First story of wig shop: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Wig shop - Say Hello Egypt: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Wig shop - Cover the bald head: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
From senator to pregnant wife - part 1: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Wig shop - spoiled rich b*tch: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Grandma's wig: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
One way ticket - part 1: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Once in an old warehouse ...: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
But now he is not bald: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Wig shop story - from musician to stripper: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
Wig shop - Stewardess: www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb…
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- Hey! Mark! Why did you open the door ?! I'm not going anywhere! We're not done!
Unconsciously getting up in a girlish pose, Karl said pulling his long blonde hair to the side
- What else is there to talk about? You're a fucking hysterical!
- Whaaaaaat ?! OK! I'm hysterical ... hysterical .. fuck! I'm a fucking chick! Is it okay in yours !?
- I repeat once again, leave my house. Otherwise, I'll call the police.
- The police! No, no, no (Charlie stomped his heels quickly and nervously, screaming loudly, clenching his fists). I'm Charlie! You have to believe me!
- Eh ... Even if I believed in your story ... Although it is unbelievable, I would not believe it later, because Charlie never behaved like that. My brother is the quietest person on the planet earth.
- I don't know what happened to me (Charlie shouted, although he tried to remain calm). It's a fucking wig! You have to believe me! This is just crazy!
- My brother ... (Mark paused looking into the distance) ...
- I'm your brother!
- What? Damn miss. Get out of here faster, I don't want to use force. And I never had any brother
- Whaaaaaat ?! What do you mean there was no !? I'm your fucking brother! Your fucking brother is a nerd! I always did your homework for you! Hey Mark! Hey! It's not funny!
- Please ... I didn't want to do this ....
- Hey! Let me go! Mark! I'm Brenda! Brenda Gallagher! Whaaaaaat ?! No! No! I'm Br ... (the door closed and Mark was finally able to stay alone in his apartment, having kicked this crazy lady out of the apartment)
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Karl didn't know where to go after leaving the wig shop in this new body for him. He was completely discouraged by his unexpected transformation, which happened literally in an instant.
He was just doing network equipment repair work. It was his summer job during his high school summer break. His brother Mark lived in this city alone and was glad that his brother came to visit him from their small town to work for some time in the big city.
Already finishing the work, his youthful curiosity won out when he saw the box of wigs. He was always curious to know what he would look like with long hair. Taking out the first wig of long blond hair he came across, he tried it on. But before that, he made sure that he was alone and held the wig in his hands for a while, examining the label with the strange inscription "Brenda is a spoiled rich nymphomaniac"
Trying to pull the phone out of his jeans pocket, he suddenly couldn't find his pocket. Instead, his hand slid over the smooth, delicate fabric without pockets. His gaze fell down and it was not at all what he expected to see.
Instead of his T-shirt and jeans, he was now wearing a tight burgundy dress with an open neckline, which showed two small bulges, similar to a woman's chest. His skin was tanned.
Mark was really always a calm guy. For several seconds he stupidly examined the new look, focusing his gaze on the neckline, then on the painted toes. So in spite of the shock, he just took a deep breath and goggled at the new look. Looking away, he tried to understand at least something and almost lost his balance. Somehow, although he saw it, he didn't realize that his sneakers had turned into a pair of high-heeled shoes.
Biting his lip and tasting lipstick for the first time in his life, Mark realized that it was all because of the wig. Although it sounds crazy, he had no other explanation. Tugging quickly and trying to remove the wig, he felt intense pain and let out a woman's scream. Several more attempts came to nothing.
His heart was beating like mad and he was in a panic. He quietly left through the back door and went to the apartment of his brother, with whom he lived this summer. The only solution that came into his head was to come home and ask for help from his older brother, so he was holding back his shame and trying not to look at anyone, walking around the city, balancing very badly on his heels. The thought of taking them off seemed like a bad idea to him, after seeing a lot of straps on his leg and decided not to waste time on it.