The bad reaction Constance had gotten for her weight gain and smoking were nothing compared to the responses she got for her new look. People at college were somewhat sympathetic towards the first changes, thinking that she might be going through a rough patch. But now that she was deliberately choosing to put on bad-looking makeup every morning, she was met with more open disgust.
Even her friends seemed less enthusiastic each time they saw her.
“Don’t you think it would look better if you went a little lighter on the makeup?” Valerie asked her one day while taking a smoking break.
“I don’t think so. I feel really good about my new look,” Constance replied, flashing a bright smile. She watched Valerie wrinkle her nose in defeat.
From then on, Valerie’s calls for shared smoking breaks became less until they stopped altogether. Even the rest of her friend group reached out to her less each day and actively avoided her.
Soon enough, Constance didn’t consider herself part of the group anymore.
It was a thrilling feeling to not fit into a group of model students anymore. Constance knew it was for the best. Never again would she want to be associated with such boring snobs.
Now that she was free of them, Constance could continue her path to find her true place in society.
***
“Have you ever thought about dying your hair?” Chrissy asked. She was the only person that Constance kept in contact with, learning new makeup techniques each day to exaggerate her look.
“No, I haven’t, to be honest. Do you think it would look good on me?” Constance replied, feeling another wave of excitement.
“Totally!” Chrissy said excitedly. “Your blue eyes and makeup would look amazing with blond hair! I have a friend who has a hair salon. I’ll give you her card. She’ll make you look amazing!”
“Thank you! I’ll look into it!”
“You really should! She just started not long ago and might not be the most experienced yet. But I can vouch for her that you’ll be happy with the results.”
Constance looked at the card in her hands. The sloppy design did nothing to make the place look good; she even found an obvious typo.
Constance instantly knew she would book an appointment there.
***
Don’t go to this salon. My hair looked like a mess afterward.
Worst dye job I have ever seen.
Avoid this place unless you want your hair to look really cheap.
Constance was at home, looking through the salon’s ratings. The reviews were scathing, many mentioning the cheap-looking results.
Cheap.
For Constance, it sounded like just the look she needed.
She read the reviews in fascination while imagining how Chrissy’s friend would soon mess up her hair. Her hand wandered between her thighs, and found her crotch dripping wet.
Whimpering, Constance opened the salon’s page and looked for an open appointment while her fingers slipped under her panties.
“Make me look cheap,” she whispered, confirming her booking just before a massive orgasm shook her body and mind into oblivion.