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(Author's Notes:) The following is a work of fiction. No celebrities mentioned are intended to be portrayed in actual events. Though not everyone may be into the following story, I only ask you keep an open mind. It's only fantasy and I keep it restricted to that realm. It's just a product of an over active imagination. Enjoy...
Ever since she was in high school, Shelly knew she was different. Singled out for her 'Goth Girl' appearance, she was accused of being everything from Satan worship, drug abuse, to being a lesbian. Shelly was none of those. That didn't deter the other girls from having a little fun with her. High school was a horrible time for Shelly, but she weathered it well. Not interested in doing time for harming those who mocked her, Shelly looked for other ways to get even. It would be a few years after she left that hell, but she was ok with that.
Shelly had kept close tabs on a few 'special' cases. One of the girls who derived a special enjoyment out of making her miserable was a bleach blonde cheerleader named Lynne Austin. Lynne had skipped college to make the rounds on the bikini contest circuit and went on to become a spokes model for Hooters as well as Playboy's Miss July of '86. She'd done quite well as a model.
Meanwhile, Shelly was working at an electronics research lab. Doing work for the defense department had its plusses and minuses. She had access to fantastic funding, equipment, and anything else she wanted. On the downside, she wasn't all that interested in developing weapons of mass destruction. Fortunately, she was able to keep her person views separate from work. She planned on leaving the job soon, and was basically just using it to her advantage.
Working late at night on a new radar-jamming device that would give an aging B52 bomber the same signature as B2 Stealth, she made an interesting and quite accidental discovery. It took a while to even notice what she'd done. The device she'd been working on was no bigger than a remote for a VCR. She assumed the device had failed when she turned it on and received a mild static shock.
"DAMNIT!" she said aloud as she sat the device down, "What the fuck...I was sure it'd work that time!" The test radarscope appeared to be damaged from the shock. It'd been a long day. Shelly decided rather than waste any more time on this, she'd go home and get some rest. Maybe she'd call in sick tomorrow.
"Hmm..Thatís strange." she thought as she went to turn the lights off in the lab and nothing happened. She made a mental note to report it to maintenance as she put on her coat and headed for the door.
It seemed eerily quite as she walked down the hall to sign out. She didn't notice, but the clocks had all stopped at 10:23.
Then, as she rounded the corner where the security guard sat, she stopped in her tracks. He was standing there motionless in the act of signing out a shapely Air Force Lieutenant. Neither of them was moving, though the Lt. was standing on one foot.
"Whoa. What the...HEY! Hello? Are.. are you ok? HEY!!" she yelled at them. No response. Nervously, she backed away from the odd scene and made for the stairway. Opening that door, she found two airmen frozen in mid step. The appeared to be in a hurry, which only made it more strange. She quickly closed the door and took a deep breath. Did she get a bigger shock than she thought? Was she hallucinating? Or was this all some bizarre dream? Wandering around the facility, she only found more and more such scenes. It was as though time had stopped for everyone but her. But how?
"Holy shit...that thing must work." she suddenly realized as she ran back towards her lab. If it was doing what she thought it was, it would have tremendous potential. She knew right away that turning over such a find to her employers would be a big mistake. No. This was either a freak accident or something she had to keep to herself.
Returning to her work area, she picked up the device. The red LED was still flashing as she left it. Nervously she picked it up and pressed the 'clear' button. The familiar background noise came back. Funny, but she never noticed it go away. The broken radarscope appeared to be working fine now. "I wonder..." she said as she went over to the lights. They too worked fine now.
Taking a deep breath, Shelly composed herself and walked out to the hall. This time she noticed the clock. "10:25? But I must've wandered around this place for half an hour. How?"
"Calling it a night, Shell?" said the familiar voice of the aging security guard.
"What? Oh..Yeah..yeah I guess I am. How you feeling, Gary? Everything ok?" she said some what in disbelief.
"I'm fine. Are you ok? You look like you saw a ghost. Get some rest, Shelly. You put in more time than anyone here." the guard responded.
"Thanks, I'm ok. And you may be right. Have a good night." she said as she left. The device stuck in her purse. Shelly got in her car and drove back to her apartment. She stared at the 'remote' almost all the way home. No way was she going to activate it while she was driving.
Returning to her apartment, Shelly checked her mail, picked up bright green flier that was stuck on her door and went inside. Kicking her shoes off, she sat down and stared at the device. Could it really do what she thought it just did? Or was it just a lucky fluke? More than likely, this was all just a dream. She set it aside and decided thinking about it too much would only give her a migraine, not the answers she wanted.
"Bills, bills, trash..sigh...just what I needed. Hmmm." she said looking at the flier she'd picked up. Her 'sick day' relaxing by the pool would have to wait, apparently. It seemed a prestigious swimwear company had chosen it as a location for their next shoot. 'Tenants are asked to observe only from their balconies, but will be BANNED from the pool are for three days.' "Great. More good news." Shelly said sarcastically. The idea of a bunch of bikini clad bimbos 'invading' her space didn't set well. She was about to wad the flier up and toss it when she spied a list of some of the models names. One stood out. 'Former Playmate of the Month and Hooter's Spokesmodel..."Lynne Austin?! She's coming here? Well..THAT'S even MORE perfect! This day just keeps getting better and better...or..hmmm..I wonder.."
Shelly thought about what had happened earlier at work and put it with the info she'd just picked up. "Might not be a bad way to test this thing." she thought. After carefully considering what she'd like to do with her rival, she decided to hit the sack. Figuring she'd just wake up to find it was all a dream, she never the less smiled.
The next day, Shelly woke up around 8. Yawning and scratching her head, she went to the dining room. There was the flier...with the device sitting right where she left it.
"So it wasn't a dream, huh? Cool!" Even though she wasn't sure the thing would do what it did the night before, she knew she had to test it out...TODAY! The sound of a large number of people around the pool let her know the models and their photographers had arrived and were setting up. With out hesitation, Shelly called in sick.
"You're absolutely positive none of the tenants will show up? I will NOT share my spotlight with a bunch of nobodies! It's bad enough I have to share it with some of these girls!" the comments made loudly by Lynne herself. The staff assured her they'd be left alone. Lynne despised being 'nice' to people at these things. She was too good for that. Shelly knew her all too well. She watched casually from her balcony. Waiting for the right time to test her project.
Shelly was nervous about testing it out. It took nearly two hours before she felt the time was right, so to speak. Lynne had just changed into her fourth bikini, a yellow and black two piece number. On camera, she was all smiles and sweetness. Totally perpetuating her 'cheerleader' image for her fans. "Can we take the damn pictures? I don't like the way some of these idiots are ogling me!" Yes, Lynne was a joy to be around.
"Don't you now?" Shelly smirked as she slowly moved a finger to the button. "Here goes." Decisively, she pressed it and closed her eyes. There was no shock this time. The days background noise grew suddenly silent as well. As she opened her eyes, she was delighted at what she saw. IT WORKED!
Everyone stood frozen in time and she was free to move about! "Oh yes..." she said with a grin. "Oh FUCKING yes!"
She carefully stuffed the device in her shirt pocket and ran to the door. Passing a few neighbors standing motionless in silent conversation, she made her way down to the pool area.
Shelly laughed giddily in Lynne's smiling silent face. "So, Miss Hooters! We meet again! Remember me? Of course you don't! Well, honey! It IS payback time!"
So Lynne didn't like being stared at? "Too bad! You showed it all in Playboy, why don't you just show it all here? Mind? I didn't think so!"
Pulling a pair of scissors from her back pocket, Shell made a careful cut down the sides of Lynne's bikini bottom. Though the elastic should have snapped free, it just hung there. She pulled the front open and saw Lynne's full dark bush. "Natural blonde, eh? I knew you weren't! And don't most of you sluts shave down here?" She made another careful cut across the crotch of the bikini, then another, then she put it all back in place. When time was restarted...let's just say Lynne's bikini would become even MORE revealing! She performed the same handiwork to the top half as well. Before putting it back together, Shelly gave each of Lynne's tits a nice kiss. Perfect lipstick marks remained.
"Now then...Lynne, my dear...you didn't think you were getting off with a mere stripping did you? Oh, no, no, no! Remember all the fun you and your trendy girlfriends used to have with me? How my hair was soooo amusing? Guess what?" Shelly said as she clicked the scissors next to the beauty's head.
Lynne would have surely freaked if she knew what was going on. Plying the scissors expertly, Shelly began hacking off her hair! Instead of it dropping to the ground, the clipped tresses merely hung where Shelly let go of them. More and more was coming off.
So much so, that in a very short time (shorter for Lynne), her once glorious mane of bleach blonde locks had been reduced to a short choppy mess!
"Awwww...I'm afraid it's still too long for you!" she giggled as she got out a set of hand operated clippers. With little effort at all, she clipped off the short 'do. Lynne's well-rounded head was now covered with a thin coating of stubble. And she STILL wasn't done!
Producing a bottle of Neet, she began coating her rivals scalp! Not sure if it'd work with time held still, Shelly let it set for a while. As she did, she wandered around and snipped up the bikinis of a few other models. "Might as well have some fun!" she thought.
When she returned with a rag a little while later, she was delighted-Lynne's stubble wiped away like chalk from a black board! Only smooth pale skin remained!
"Just..a little..bit...more and...WELLAH! Oh don't YOU look nice!" Shelly smiled as she caressed Lynne Austin's totally BALD head! She laughed out loud. "Woooo! They're gonna simply adore you, Baldy!" Lynne smiled blankly, even though all traces of hair were gone from her head!
The scene was set almost perfectly. The photographers were capturing her from 3 different angles when Shelly froze time. She noticed a few tenants taking pictures from their balconies. To add to the hilarity and humiliation, Shelly carefully replaced Lynne's clipped locks, as close to it's former style as she could get it. It didn't have to be perfect. It wasn't staying there long!
Racing back to her apartment and her prime viewing area, Shelly readied her own camera! "OK, Chrome Dome...its SHOW TIME! 3...2...1...ACTION!" she said as she pressed the button.
Several photoflashes went off at the same time Lynne's bikini and hair did! Enthralled in her posing, it took Lynne an amazing 30 seconds to notice the crowd of stunned on-lookers gawking at her! The photographers, though also stunned, showed no interest in stopping their work! A few screams from other areas of the pool let Shelly know that at least SOME of the girls knew they were naked!
"What is it?" Lynne asked innocently. Slowly glancing down, her eyes grew wide at her sudden nudity!
"OMIGOD! Wh...WHAT HAPPENED? HOW!? I.." Lynne whined loudly. As she modestly tried to cover her tits and exposed pubes, she squatted down to try to retrieve her bikini. It was too tattered to be of any use, but it was then that she noticed something else..."hair? Why...that looks like..MY HAIR!!" With a handful of detached locks, she stood bolt upright and reached for her scalp..
"I..I'M BALD! I'M COMPLETELY BALD! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!" screamed Lynne, now unable to cover all of her 'over exposure'! Laughter echoed from the balconies as she nervously twirled around trying to hide from all the cameras! Alternately, Lynne tried to hide her tits, her ass, her pussy, or her gleaming baldhead! It wasn't working very well!
"Hey lady! Big fan of Kojak, are you?" shouted an older woman.
"Well...it's pretty clear she wasn't a natural blonde! Looks like someone shaved the wrong end!" yelled another.
"Smile BALDY! Haaahaaaaahaaaaa!!!!!"
The taunts were relentless. Totally humiliated and totally exposed, Lynne ran back to the changing tent with her hands clasped onto her baldhead! Shelly had gotten off several pictures of her own and was nearly doubled over with laughter as she watched Lynne's bare ass disappear into the tent.
"Hope that doesn't hurt your modeling career, Miss CueBall!" Shelly laughed. Oh yes. Her newfound toy was hers and hers alone! She'd declare the project a failure and quit in a few weeks. She always wanted to be a photographer anyway! Shelly's fun had just begun!"
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