Greg enters to find two ladies he doesn't recognize sitting in a prim and proper fashion on the couch with hands in their laps and stocking legs crossed. Both have the same black blue hair, nails and red lips. "Welcome home," both say in unison."
"Umm, thanks," Greg says as he slowly sets down his briefcase.
Greg's wife, a mirror image of the other women exits the kitchen, " hello dear, dinner is almost done." Instead of kissing Greg on the check like normal, Eliza plants her plump red lips onto his.
"Is everything ok?
"Of course dear, why, what's wrong?"
The attire, your hair.. And who are they?
"Those are the girls silly?"
"Don't you recognize us father?"
Greg steps back and shakes his head. "What the hell is going on. Please, explain now!"
"Give it a moment dear, it will be clear soon enough." Greg's lips begin to tingle and flashes of what happened flood into his mind. He see's the shampoo infect his wife, then watches her age up and convert their daughters. "All that remains, Eliza's voice says in Greg's mind, is for you to choose. "We can be perfect wives to a perfect husband." Greg's hair stays short, but shifts shade to match the ladies. His brown suit becomes black with vibrant violet trim. Like with the ladies, all his imperfections are removed and replaced. "So??" Eliza asks after the transformation. Do you want to be our perfect husband?"
