I'm in a gorgeous salon, and I'm taking advantage of the equipment I have! I put on a button up cape, very tight around my neck... maybe even too tight, and clasp it. I have curlers and a plastic cap on top, to keep all the product and the shape of the curls in place, and sit down in the gorgeous salon chair.

Finally, I sit back and pull the hood dryer over my head. I like it, at first, as the heat starts to set my hairstyle in place. Burps start popping out of me, as I wait patiently under the professional hair dryer. But, within a minute or two, the heat starts to get to me. I ev...

I'm in a gorgeous salon, and I'm taking advantage of the equipment I have! I put on a button up cape, very tight around my neck... maybe even too tight, and clasp it. I have curlers and a plastic cap on top, to keep all the product and the shape of the curls in place, and sit down in the gorgeous salon chair.

Finally, I sit back and pull the hood dryer over my head. I like it, at first, as the heat starts to set my hairstyle in place. Burps start popping out of me, as I wait patiently under the professional hair dryer. But, within a minute or two, the heat starts to get to me. I even have to make the clasp less tight around my neck!

I burp and struggle and squirm, as the heat gets more and more overwhelming. I thought I'd be able to be under this hood dryer for an half hour or more, but I don't think I can stand to be under for longer than 5 minutes! I belch and winge and moan and fan my face as I power through it, but eventually, I just can't take it anymore and call it quits. I lift the hood and unclasp the hair cape, undoing the salon-like bondage keeping me in place, and leave!