Chapter 157: Betty Aucoin, 38, Pixie Cut...

To Betty’s surprise, and delight, Carole called her, “Babe, I’m picking you up. It’s interview day with the mayor and we’re starting at Wendy’s.”

Betty knew that the follow-up session with Gigi would be happening someday — but this, like so many things involving Carole — seemed to be coming at her so fast.

The next thing she knew, she was naked in a private salon room. Carole was telling Wendy, “Top to bottom — hair, pussy, legs.”

Wendy showed Carole several headshots of models from Vogue and other fashion magazines. Nothing seemed quite right to Carole, so they went online. After a few minutes, Carole said, “There! That one.”

Betty stared at the image. It was so radical. A pixie cut so short it looked almost like a boy’s haircut. Betty said, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

An hour later, Betty stood there looking in the full-length mirror at a stranger. A knockout stranger. The new do framed her oval face just right. It took years off.

Carole ran two fingertips up and down Betty’s pussy, “I love a tiny cunt.”

“Thank you, Carole — that means a lot”. And it did. Carole was not only the Carole Landry, but she was Richie’s mother. Betty would treasure that cunt-compliment for a long time.

Betty didn’t know what Wendy’s girls had done to her legs, but they felt silky smooth. She felt pumped — transformed.