Chapter 1: The Sign

If Angela had known the sign in the entrance of Rosa’s Beauty Salon was serious, she would have never left her mask at home.

“Not one more step!” snapped the masked hairdresser, scowling with her eyebrows and gesticulating. “Read the sign!”

Angela turned her head in the direction of the hairdresser’s frantic fingers. She’d seen the sign before, walking past the salon, and chuckled internally at it. It read,

“You are welcome to enter without a mask, but first you must remove all of your clothes.”

Angela had woken up early that morning, put on her exercise gear, and taken a light jog to the strip mall to get her hair trimmed. As the local COVID-19 mask mandate having been lifted a few months ago, she had left her mask at home. She was dressed in a short tank top and leggings, without a scarf or bandanna that could serve as a makeshift mask. She carried only her phone, house-key and a few notes to pay for the trim.

Angela read the sign again, looked back at the hairdresser and tossed her head back in exaggerated laughter. “Haha, that’s so funny! You really had me for a moment there.”

The hairdresser’s mask creased as her scowl deepened. “It’s not a joke. See for yourself.” She gestured towards a chair in the corner of the salon, where her colleague, who appeared to be wearing two masks, was cutting a blonde woman’s hair. Although the chair was angled away from Angela, she could see a bare shoulder above it, and the backs of two bare calves.

Angela’s eyes widened in shock, and she quickly looked away to spare the woman’s dignity. She turned to leave the salon, but the hairdresser she’d been talking too was now standing between her and the exit door, which had been shut. Adrenaline spiked in her veins.

“You’ve already exposed us by coming in here,” the hairdresser said. “You might as well get it over with. Lucky for you, it’s too early for anyone to be around, and there are no other appointments this morning.”

Angela bit her lip. The hairdresser’s glare hardened. “Have to teach you anti-maskers a lesson. We’ll give you back your clothes afterwards.”

“Do you have a back room or...?” Angela couldn’t believe she was considering this. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to get another booking before Rachel’s wedding, and she couldn’t turn up there with this rat’s nest of split ends on her head.

“No,” said the hairdresser. “Don’t be shy, we’re all girls here.”

Angela glanced at the other customer’s chair in the corner. From this angle, she could see the lady’s naked side. Confirmed: they weren’t joking. At least she wouldn’t be alone.

Grimacing, Angela bent down to untie her running shoes. The hairdresser nodded in approval. Once the laces were loose, Angela pulled the shoes off, and then took her phone and house-key out of her right sock, before removing those as well, stuffing them into her shoes. The floor was cool against her bare feet. But now she had to start undressing for real.

Angela pulled off her tank top first, exposing her stomach and sports bra. For a moment, she imagined she was in a hot yoga studio, and would not be removing anything else. But the hairdresser raised an expectant eyebrow.

The leggings were next. As the stretchy fabric slid down her smooth legs, she knew she was really stripping. Once they were on the ground, she stepped out of them, and the hairdresser took that moment to gather them up with her top and shoes. For a brief moment, she stood in her bra and panties, feeling cold and exposed, hoping against hope that the hairdresser would relent. This was naked enough, surely?

Sharon was the name on the hairdresser’s tag, she noticed. Sharon tapped her foot expectantly, and gestured towards the blonde customer. Angela side-eyed her, noting her bare chest, smaller than Angela’s own.

“All of it,” said Sharon.

Angela could deny what was happening to her before, and pretend she was just going barefoot, or going for a swim, but not anymore. She took a deep breath, reached back, and undid the clasp on her bra. Then, before she could dwell on what she’d done, she hooked both thumbs into the sides of her panties and yanked them down.

Her bra fell to the floor, where it lay in front of her discarded panties for an instant before Sharon scooped them both up. Angela cringed, pushing her thighs together and covering her breasts with both arms.

“Looks like you need a trim downstairs as well,” Sharon muttered. Angela’s face reddened at the sight of black pubic curls poking out from between her milky thighs. “Extra charge for that.”

“J-just the head will be fine,” Angela said. Her voice quavered, but it sounded stronger than she felt inside. Right now, she needed all the cover she could get.

“Alright ma’am, right this way.” Sharon said, leading Angela to the chair beside the other naked customer.

“Hi,” she said to the blonde lady, who seemed strangely calm.

“Hey there,” the blonde lady replied, smiling broadly and looking Angela directly in the eyes. “You have awesome boobs.”

Angela blushed and looked away. What kind of person compliments a stranger’s breasts? A moment passed, and Angela felt self-conscious about leaving the statement hanging. “Thanks,” she said, and then, desperate to return the sentiment, “ ... you too?”

“These old things?” the lady replied incredulously, looking down. “I wish they could jiggle like yours.”

Angela flushed even redder, and despite herself, moved her torso so that her breasts indeed jiggled. The blonde lady made a sound of approval, and Angela immediately wrapped her arms around her chest.

By this time, Sharon the hairdresser had reappeared, wearing an extra mask, with a cart of hairdressing supplies in tow. She asked Angela a few quick questions about how she wanted her hair, and set to work. Angela had originally been planning to get a shoulder-length cut, but changed her mind at the last minute. Her hair currently fell an inch or so below her boobs, and she didn’t want it too much shorter. They were drawing too much attention as it was.

Usually, hairdressers placed a sheet over their customers to protect their clothes, but the salon had apparently decided this was unnecessary for naked bodies. As Sharon cut her hair, Angela stared at the mirror in front of her. The woman next to her was an elegant, classical beauty, blonde and blue-eyed, with an aquiline nose and a haughty, proud cast to her features. She was rail thin, with pert breasts and visible ribs. She gave the impression of a model or a Roman empress.

Angela herself had a round face with big brown eyes and dimples that appeared when she smiled, although she wasn’t doing that now. Her hair was long, black and wavy. Her body was soft, with the previously remarked on “awesome boobs”, which were perfectly round and just large enough to feel the effects of gravity. They were topped with pale areolas and small, pink nipples.