Beauty Salon

Olivia and I had already been near a salon. It didn't take long for us to find one. Looking at the building, it seems the place was doing exceptionally well. There were already a few customers that the employees were dealing with. 

"What would the both of you like?" An employee who had seen us walked over and asked us what we wanted.

"I would like my hair to be styled. My friend here would also like her hair to be styled and do some skin treatment." I honestly didn't know much about a beauty salon, so I asked what was reasonable.

"Follow me," The employee had asked us to follow her. 

Olivia and I both followed her. She had two stations ready for both of us. Behind us was a washing machine, presumably something that would help us wash our hair.

I was pretty nervous about doing this. What if, by chance, they had stumbled and discovered that I was a boy.