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Pretty Girl's Curls 1. I was saddened when I heard that my Aunt Rose had died but puzzled by the news that I was needed at the reading of the will. My Aunt and I had been distant relations at best, and except for one summer that I stayed with her when I was ten, we had seen each other only two or three times in the years since. Don't get me wrong. I loved Aunt Rose dearly. She was a sweet, sweet woman. For years she had run her little beauty salon which she called Pretty Girl's Curls. Aunt Rose was more than a sweet woman though, she was smart, and funny too. She had a great head for business and her little shop prospered. More than that it was a perfect place in time. It was as close to the classic fifties beauty parlor as you could get. In the sixties and seventies Aunt Rose had resisted all the changes and when the nineties came, suddenly everyone wanted to be in the fifties again. Aunt Rose was still there and now in addition to her lifelong customers she got lots of new, young ones too. Pretty Girl's Curls was thriving, but Aunt Rose had played out the string. She died in the chair, her head covered in perm rods. All the girls said she was laughing, smoking, scolding, gossiping and giving advice all at the same time as she went. The reading of the will was on a Friday and I was early. I asked the cabdriver to swing by Pretty Girl's Curls for a moment. I don't know why, I just felt an urge. It was easy to spot. A pretty Victorian style two story building on a side street painted entirely in pink with white trim. Pretty Girl's Curls itself took up the entire bottom floor and basement. The second story was Aunt Rose's apartment, and two rental units. As I got closer I saw white satin and pink lace in the windows along with pictures of models in pretty hairstyles and a display of wiglets and falls. Closer still and you see the sign: Pretty Girl's Curls Haute Coiffure by Miss Rose & Miss Suzie LaMar The shop had a closed sign in the window and the whole building appeared to be in mourning. Poor Aunt Rose. I was feeling sad. I told the cabbie to take me to the lawyers office. I was a little late and of the ten or so people waiting in the office most were family members whom I recognized. We all said our hellos and as I did I noticed a woman sitting in the corner. She was a striking creature, with dramatic makeup and beautiful hair styled like a movie stars. She was wearing a long hot pink sweater dress with a plunging back, black leggings and pink shoes with impossibly high heels. Her fingernails were long and red and bejeweled. I had never seen nails like hers before. I was captivated by them. I was just about to speak to this fabulous woman when the lawyer cleared his throat. He began the reading of the will. I really wasn't paying that much attention. I was smelling perfume. It was coming from the woman in the pink dress. As I breathed in the beautiful scent I was transported to another place. The next thing I knew the room had grown silent. I looked around and everyone was staring at me. Then my Uncle Bob slapped me on the back and said, "Congratulations boy," and started laughing like a hyena. The other relatives were looking at me with a range of emotions from bewilderment to hate and when I glanced back at the beautiful woman in the pink dress she was looking at me with a stare that could melt ice. I looked back at the lawyer and he repeated what he had just read from the will. Aunt Rose had left Pretty Girl's Curls to me! I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. The lawyer offered no explanation. He simply continued with the reading of the will. Aunt Rose left a large sum of money to the woman in the pink sweater dress, who I now found out was Suzie LaMar. I heard a few relatives inhale quickly when the amount was mentioned. It appeared to be the bulk of Aunt Roses' estate. She had stashed away a tidy sum and most of it went to Suzie LaMar. It was her name that had been on the sign with Aunt Roses' at Pretty Girl's Curls. The reading of the will was over. We stood up and began to say our goodbyes. When Uncle Bob shook my hand he couldn't look me in the eye without cracking up. "Good luck boy," he chortled. The lawyer gave me a ring of keys and asked if I would come back to see him the next day to go over the books and sign some papers. As I left the office I saw the woman in the pink dress coming towards me. "We haven't been introduced," she said in a clipped cadence. "My name is Miss Suzie LaMar. You may call me Miss Suzie." I mumbled my name and took her hand. She was taller than me in her heels and big hair. When she got close to me her perfume enclosed me in a pink cloud. "Where are you staying?" she asked me. I told her that I didn't know yet. "Didn't that man give you the keys to the salon?" she asked me. I told her he had. "Well you've got a huge apartment to stay in then," she said. "Do you have a car?" I said I didn't. I guessed I would call a cab. "My goodness," Miss Suzie exclaimed, "you had better get on the ball honey!" The tone of her voice was commanding and I jumped. She stood very close to me then. I felt a little threatened and stepped back. Miss Suzie smiled. "Come with me," she said. "I'll give you a lift. Where's your luggage?" I told her that I didn't have any. I had thought I was only going to be here for a few hours. I never dreamed anything like this would happen to me. "Well, we're going to have to find you something else to wear soon, darling," said Miss Suzie. As we drove I got up the nerve to ask Miss Suzie if she had any idea why Aunt Rose had left Pretty Girls Curls to me "I can assure you that I am as surprised as you are honey," Miss Suzie said. "I assumed that she would leave it to me." She shot me a nasty glance. "It might have had something to do with the time you spent with her when you were a boy. I know she remembered your visit fondly." I had been ten and my mother had been ill. I stayed with Aunt Rose all that summer. At first she didn't want me to hang around the salon. "This place is for girls honey, not boys," she told me. But after I moped around and gave her a sad eyed look she began little by little, to let me help her out in the salon. Running errands and getting my cheeks pinched by all of the ladies. I loved it and had mixed emotions when my mother recovered and I had to return home. I was lost in memories of my Aunt Rose when Miss Suzie said, "Well, here we are." Miss Suzie parked her car and we got out. There was a side entrance that led to the apartments on the second floor and we went in that way. "Apartment 1 was Miss Rose's," said Miss Suzie, "I live in 2 and three of the salon girls share 3. The girls aren't here now. Most of them have gone home for a vacation. The salon has been closed for almost two weeks." "You go freshen up," said Miss Suzie. "We'll talk later." And she was gone. I turned the key to the apartment door and went in. Aunt Roses' apartment was fabulous. It was like a palace compared to the crackerbox I was living in. The decor was ultra feminine. The colors were all pastels with mostly pinks and whites. One wall was taken up by a collection of ballerina dolls. But there was also a gigantic TV set and a great stereo system. The kitchen was all modern and very clean. When I opened the bedroom door I could not help but gasp. It was like a feminine fantasy. In the center of the room was a huge four posted bed with a canopy. The bed was covered with a white satin cover with lace trim every where. The canopy was white satin too and had lacy trim all around. On the bed were an assortment of pink and white lace trimmed pillows. An immense pink vanity took up almost one whole wall. It had a big round mirror with lights all around. The closet was a walk in and almost as large as my apartment. It was stuffed full of clothes. I could not believe how many. There were many drawers, every one jammed full of lingerie. Two sections of dresses and skirts and blouses on hangers that must have been six feet long each, and what looked like hundreds of pairs of shoes. It felt a little spooky to be going through the closet full of women's clothing, but I felt a little thrill too. I checked out the vanity and found its top covered by every type of cream, lotion, and moisturizer ever invented. I had never heard of most of them. The drawers of the vanity were chock full of makeup, including one whole drawer of false lashes. I noticed another door and opened it. This was the original apartment closet. It had been converted to a small room with shelves. The shelves held Aunt Roses' collection of wigs. There must have been thirty of them in every conceivable color and style. I went to the kitchen. I checked the fridge and found a soda. I took it into the living room and sat down to think. I sat on the lace trimmed pink couch and looked around the room. My options were clear. I could go home to my crappy apartment and dead end job. Or I could stay here in this great, though ultra feminine apartment. I convinced myself that I would only stay long enough to talk to the lawyer and sell Pretty Girl's Curls. I was sure that I would be able to get a pretty penny for it. Then I would head for someplace warm and live it up. Yes, life was good. Then there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Miss Suzie. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing some kind of lacy pink robe that had what looked like feathers for a collar. She smiled at my gaping stare. "Don't worry honey, we dress casually around here. Usually it's just us girls," said Miss Suzie. "When Miss Rose, bless her heart, lived here we never even bothered to close our front doors. We were just one big happy family." A tear fell from her eye. I rushed to get her a tissue and when she smiled her thanks I felt my heart melt. "So, honey," said Miss Suzie, "have you given any thought to what you will do with Pretty Girl's Curls?" I told her of my desire to sell it and was shocked when she immediately offered to match any other offers. I held back. I didn't really know what Pretty Girl's Curls was worth. I didn't want to agree to anything yet. But Miss Suzie was insistent. She sat next to me on the couch and took my hand. "Do you have a girlfriend honey?" she asked me. I had to admit that I did not. She leaned very close to me then and whispered in my ear. "Let me see if I can think of something that might sweeten the deal." I wanted her desperately and offered no resistance when she led me to the big canopied bed. Later that night before leaving me, Miss Suzie made me promise to sell Pretty Girls Curl's to her. I readily agreed. I slept like a baby in the big soft bed. The alarm woke me in plenty of time for my appointment at the lawyers office. Aunt Roses' bathroom was as nice as the rest of her apartment. There was a big sunken tub with a jucuzzi and beside the toilet was a bidet. I knew what it was but had never seen one before up close. I took a shower but couldn't find any unscented soap. I used what was in the shower and hoped that no one would notice. The shampoo too seemed to be perfumed. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I decided to wash my clothes. They were starting to smell now. I noticed it when I came from the shower. But I didn't want to run around in just a towel while I was waiting for my washing to be done. I went to the closet and looked around for a robe. With all these clothes I thought I could find something suitable. There were many robes and covers there. Lacy pink see through ones with puffy sleeves.. Red satin ones that buttoned up in front and plunged down in back. I found one that was pink silk but had only a little lace trim. I put it on. After all who was going to see me? I started to make some phone calls. I called my boss and told him he was a big fat pig. That was fun! I was on the phone when there was a knock at the door. I went to open it without thinking. There stood Miss Suzie in her pink peignoir. She stifled a laugh when she saw me in lacy pink and said. "How pretty!" I was talking on the phone and trying to explain to her at the same time that it wasn't what it looked like. She sniffed, "And you smell so pretty too!" she clapped her hands and laughed. I hung up the phone and began to stammer an explanation to Miss Suzie. She cut me off laughing. "You'll fit right in around here in that outfit honey." Once she calmed down a little bit she kissed me deeply and asked again about Pretty Girls Curls. I told her that as soon as I returned from the lawyers office and she gave me a check it was hers. She was pleased to hear that and gave me a peck on the cheek as she left the room. I got dressed and went downtown for my appointment. I was thinking of all the things I would buy. A new car even, who knows. I wanted to buy a nice gift for Miss Suzie too. She had been so kind to me in so many ways. I arrived and was ushered into the lawyers office. He gave me some papers to sign and then we went over the books of Pretty Girl's Curls. It had been well run by my Aunt Rose and turned a good profit. There were not a lot of outstanding bills. But there was also no cash. Aunt Rose had left all of that to Miss Suzie. I wasn't worried about that. I was selling to Miss Suzie after all. But when I laid out my plan to the lawyer I saw his brow furrow. "Uh, well, there may be a problem there," he said. "You see you can't sell Pretty Girl's Curls." "What?" I asked. "Um, yes, you see your Aunt Rose left Pretty Girl's Curl's to you but she left it in trust. You can't sell it for ten years." "Ten years?" I screamed, "What is this? You're telling me that I own Pretty Girl's Curls but can't sell it for ten years?" "Those are the terms of your inheritance, yes" , replied the lawyer. "It appears to have been your Aunt's wish that you operate the business for that period of time." I signed some papers but wasn't paying much attention. I left the office. Aunt Rose had thrown me another curve. But when I thought about it I began to brighten. I could run Pretty Girl's Curls. How hard could it be? I had seen the books and knew what kind of money it made. Maybe I could even be an absentee owner, sit on a beach somewhere and get checks in the mail. I was enjoying these thoughts when I got back to Pretty Girl's Curls. Miss Suzie met me at the door. She smiled sweetly when she met me but her face began to darken when I told her what I had found out. When I got to the part about not being able to sell for ten years she began to scowl. I told her about wanting to be an absentee owner, and I even told her that I wanted her to run the place for me. I thought that would make her happy. I was wrong. She was enraged. She turned on her heel and walked off without another word. I went to my room. After a few minutes I began to realize that I had a problem. I had no cash. Never mind that I was too broke to even buy some new clothes. I suddenly realized that I had no money to re-open Pretty Girl's Curls. I just assumed that the business would have a line of credit. But what if the credit died with my Aunt Rose? I knew I needed to talk to Miss Suzie. I knocked timidly on her door but she just shouted, "Go away!" I kept knocking and began to plead. "Please Miss Suzie, I need to speak to you." Finally she relented and opened the door. I went in. I didn't think it was possible, but I was in a room that was even more feminine that Aunt Roses." Miss Suzie looked at me with scorn and said, "Well, what do you want?" I told her that I never wanted Pretty Girls Curls. I told her that I would sell it to her in an instant if I could. I begged her for her help. She looked down her nose at me as I continued to plead. Finally I saw her eyes soften a little. "Oh stop whining," said Miss Suzie. "I guess we can talk about it. But I won't have you in my home in those awful clothes. Go put on that robe you wore earlier." I was flabbergasted. Put on the lacy robe? But I was so grateful that Miss Suzie was going to help me that I jumped up to do as she said. I returned in the pink robe and found that Miss Suzie had taken off her peignoir. She was wearing a form fitting black leather top with no sleeves and a tight short leather skirt. She had black stockings and stiletto heels. "Come over here," she ordered me. I did as she said and sat down in a chair she held out for me. I thought that we shared a bond because of our intimate time together. Miss Suzie seemed to know what I was thinking. "Do you really think that I would make love to a pathetic thing like you unless I wanted Pretty Girls Curls?" sneered Miss Suzie. "First things first. I think you need to be punished for taking advantage of me. You tried to use me in order to force me to buy Pretty Girls Curls." I started to sputter. What was she talking about? She had seduced me! But Miss Suzie would have none of it. "Take your punishment or the deals off." she said. "If you accept the punishment stand up and bend over the chair." I really had no choice so I did as she said. Miss Suzie came to me and lifted the back of my robe exposing my rear. "Hmm, what a nice round bottom," said Miss Suzie. "It's almost like a girls." With that she began to spank me with what looked like a ping pong paddle. It really hurt. I had thought that this was just a game but Miss Suzie wasn't kidding around. By the time she finished I had tears in my eyes. I stood up again and the silk robe fell over my now hot pink bottom. To my astonishment I was very aroused. Miss Suzie noticed and smiled a wicked smile. "Okay, here's the deal," said Miss Suzie. "You have the salon, I have the cash. I think it's pretty obvious that Miss Rose, bless her heart, meant for us to be partners. But don't you forget for a second who's the boss." "Partners?" I said. "That sounds good to me Miss Suzie. You can run the salon and I'll take care of the business end." "Like hell you will," exclaimed Miss Suzie. "You'll be working in the salon with me. I don't intend to do all the work so you can sit on your butt behind a desk." "But I don't know anything about being a beautician!" I said with alarm. "Don't worry honey," said Miss Suzie. "You've already shown an aptitude for training. We'll just have to start you off like everyone else starts off. You begin as a salon girl and work your way up." "Salon girl!" I stammered. "But I'm not a girl." Miss Suzie fingered the lace on the bodice of my robe as she looked into my eyes. "Your training begins tomorrow morning at 8am sharp in the salon honey," said Miss Suzie. "Then we'll see exactly what you are." I tossed and turned that night in the big canopied bed. I could not imagine what the future would bring. I tried to steel my nerves with the knowledge that I was, after all, the owner of Pretty Girl's Curls. I was humiliated by the idea of becoming a beautician. I had never dreamed of doing anything like that for a living. When I remembered how little I was making in my old job I brightened a bit. I had seen the books for Pretty Girl's Curls. Even if I had to split the profits with Miss Suzie it was still far more than I had ever made in my life. I tried to convince myself that I could turn things to my advantage eventually and with that in mind I finally drifted off to sleep. I was rudely awakened by a tugging at my arm and looked up to see Miss Suzie, fully dressed in a hot pink pantsuit and looking very cross. "Get out of that bed you lazy thing," she said. "It's time to go to work. We have a lot to do if we want to get the salon open by tomorrow." I looked in a daze at the alarm and saw that it was only 7:30 in the morning. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. Miss Suzie would have none of it. She forced me out of bed and into my clothes without even letting me take a shower or make coffee. Moments later we were in Pretty Girl's Curls. We went first to the basement. There was a tanning bed and a small spa with exercise equipment and a steam room. Another room held an apparatus I did not recognize. Miss Suzie explained that it was an used by an electrologist who saw clients there three days a week. There was a large storage room and another door that turned out to be locked when I tried the knob. Miss Suzie said that it was just more storage and that she would try to find the key later. After Miss Suzie loaded me down with a mop and bucket and an armful of other cleaning supplies we went back upstairs. Pretty Girl's Curls had been redecorated many times since I had seen it last but overall it was just as I remembered it. All of the colors were pastel pinks, lavenders and whites. On the walls were pretty paintings of Victorian ladies and little girls with lacy dresses and parasols. Unlike most salons there was very little in the way of product advertisements to be seen, and what was there was from the fifties and sixties. Blonds in beehives with pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Brunettes in long bangs with black eyeliner and red, red lips. They were in their own way much like the prints of the Victorian ladies. Snapshots of fashions from the past. I didn't have much time to take in my surrounding. Miss Suzie worked me like a slave. Even though the salon looked clean to me to begin with she insisted that we had to dust and clean every surface. She justified it by saying that there were health and sanitation concerns and that our license to operate would be in jeopardy if we missed anything. Within minutes after beginning work I started to sweat and I wanted a cup of coffee desperately but whenever I started to slow down or to rest Miss Suzie would just snap her fingers imperiously and stare at me coldly until I began again. My longish hair became wet with sweat and began to fall into my eyes. Miss Suzie came over with a pink scrunchie and without even asking me pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail. "My goodness," she said, "we are going to have to do something about this hair aren't we? Have you been cutting it with garden shears?" Soon I was on my knees scrubbing the floor and Miss Suzie made sure that I cleaned every inch. When I stood my pants were soaked through and my shirt was dripping with sweat. I was so relieved when Miss Suzie said we could take a break for lunch. I was starving. "But first you must take a shower," Miss Suzie said, "you cannot luncheon with me smelling like you do." I went up into my apartment and stripped off my clothes on the way to the shower. I simply let them fall as I went and soon the soothing water was cascading over my body. I stepped from the stall and toweled myself dry. After wrapping the towel around my waist I went into the living room for my clothes. They were gone! None of my things were where I had left them. I looked around frantically and even checked the washing machine but my clothes were nowhere to be found. Miss Suzie came into my room and found me looking under the sofa. "Lose something?" she asked me archly. I told her that my clothing was gone. "Oh, I threw those disgusting things away," she said. "After I found them on the floor like that I just assumed they were rags." "But Miss Suzie what can I wear now?" I asked pleadingly. "Will you lend me some money so I can go buy some jeans and a T-shirt or something? You even threw away my shoes." "Sure honey, I'll be glad to lend you some cash for some new clothes. But I don't have any right now and the banks don't open until tomorrow. We'll just have to find you something to last you until then. Come with me." With that she walked over to the closet and threw open the door. She began to rummage through the hangers and drawers. "You know it's quite remarkable," she said, "But you and your Aunt Rose, bless her heart, seem to be almost the same size. I think most of her clothes will fit you. And she had such good taste. She was always able to wear fashions that were appropriate for a woman much younger than she was." "But what good does that do me?" I asked incredulously. "I can't wear women's clothes." Well you really don't have much choice today, now do you?" she asked snidely. "You can't run around until tomorrow wearing only that towel now can you? We still have a lot of work to do in the salon and you cannot work in the nude." She began to choose some items and place them on the bed. Black pants and what looked like a white shirt. She rummaged around in a drawer and took out a pair of pink panties and a matching camisole. A pair of pantyhose and a pair of black flats were the last items she placed there. "OK, now you get dressed and we'll have lunch," said Miss Suzie. "We still have a full afternoons work ahead of us in the salon." I hesitated as I looked at the feminine garb laid out on the bed. Miss Suzie saw me and again snapped her fingers in my face. "Oh come on, what's the big deal?" she said. "They're just clothes. No one will see and besides, I think you may be kind of cute in this outfit." I still had a crush on Miss Suzie. Even though she had been rather mean to me since she found out I could not sell Pretty Girl's Curls to her I still remembered how wonderful it had felt to make love to her and I surely wanted to do it again. Maybe if I wore these clothes she would soften her attitude towards me. But why pantyhose? I voiced my concerns to her but she merely shrugged them off. "Honey, you can't wear pretty shoes without hose," she said. "It simply isn't done. Now are you going to get dressed or do you need me to stay here and help you into your pretty things?" I told her no and she left the room. I dropped the towel from my waist and picked up the pink panties. They were made of nylon and had lace trim at the waist and legs. As I slipped them up my legs I noticed how cool they felt. I pulled them all the way up and they encased my rear. I slipped the camisole over my head and let it fall over my shoulders. Putting on the pantyhose was a little difficult at first but after a few moments I had them on. They were opaque and I was surprised at how good my legs looked in them. I could not resist looking at myself in the mirror and modeling the lingerie. I felt something stirring deep in my soul. I took the black pants from the bed and put them on. They were lycra and had stirrups. I stepped into them and pulled the pants all the way up. The shirt was a full cut silk blouse and although it looked white I saw now that it had a lavender tint to the color. Last I pulled on the black flats. They fit me like they were made for me, as did all of the clothes. After brushing back my hair I looked into the mirror. I still looked like a man from the neck up but from the neck down I saw a woman. I shook my head and hoped that the rest of the day would go by quickly. I was starting to regret ever even coming to hear the reading of Aunt Rose's will. I did not even want to think about what Miss Suzie might have in store for me. I went down the hall to Miss Suzie's room and entered to find her setting the table for lunch. She smiled approvingly. "Now that's much better," she said, "but we still have to do something about that hair." We sat and ate. Soup and a salad. I could have gone for something much more substantial but did not have the courage to ask Miss Suzie for more. She was finally being a bit more friendly towards me and I didn't want to jeopardize that by being too demanding. As we ate Miss Suzie began to talk about the various services offered in the salon. She told me that she had something easy in mind for me to begin with, perhaps I could work the reception desk and answer the phones. "Or perhaps you should be our new shampoo girl," she said with a twinkle in her eye. I was getting used to having her refer to me as a girl and didn't argue with her anymore. I knew she was just trying to get under my skin with these comments. There was no way she could keep calling me a girl once we started working together. Was there? After we finished lunch we went back down to Pretty Girl's Curls and Miss Suzie soon had me busy resupplying all of the stations in the salon. It was difficult at first. I was not familiar with most of the things I was working with but soon I began to recognize all of the various supplies needed for perms and hair coloring and even for doing nails. It wasn't too many trips to the storage room before I began to sweat again. Miss Suzie noticed immediately. "My goodness, what a mess you are," she said. "It's that hair honey, it's making you overheat. Come sit over here and let me fix it up a little." I didn't want a haircut. I liked my hair long and I told Miss Suzie so. Miss Suzie eyed me coldly. "When are you going to stop only thinking about what you want, you selfish thing?" she hissed. "If you want to get along around here you had better start thinking about what Miss Suzie wants." With that she pushed me roughly into the chair. She threw a pink plastic cover over me and began to brush my hair . There were some tangles in it but she was far from gentle with me and made me wince. I was turned from the mirror and could not see what was being done. When I tried to look Miss Suzie took my head in her hands and forced my head back. "Just relax," she said, "I'm just going to get the hair off of your neck and out of your eyes. I don't have time today to do anything else but you will be one of my first appointments tomorrow." I could feel Miss Suzie combing my hair and then I felt her apply something very tight to an area on my head. Miss Suzie worked quickly and soon the tightness was spread out over my entire scalp. In only minutes she was done and she took the pink wrap from my shoulders and said, "All right, now let's get back to work." I stood and at last was able to turn and look in the mirror. Curlers! My head was covered in pink curlers! "No Miss Suzie! Please! Don't make me wear these! I look ridiculous," I whined. Miss Suzie just laughed scornfully. "Be quiet and get back to work," she said, "We still have a lot to do." I did as she said. What else could I do? I started scrubbing out the shampoo sink and soon was lost in thought. I didn't hear until it was too late. When I looked up three attractive young girls were staring at me with their jaws agape. I wanted to run and hide. Instead I just stood there. "Girls. Welcome back." said Miss Suzie from behind me. She rushed forward and the women all embraced. After all saying their hellos the girls once again looked to me. Oh, you haven't met Miss Rose's nephew have you?" said Miss Suzie. She called me over. "Honey," she said to me, "this is Mitzi, Bobbi, and Chili. They work in the salon and share the apartment upstairs." Mitzi was a Jewish princess, immaculate and flashy without being trashy. Bobbi was a robust farm girl. An earthy brunette with a lush body. Chili was a Latina dreamgirl with smoldering sensuality and sparkling eyes. They were three of the most exotic creatures I had ever seen and when they stood alongside Miss Suzie the four women were far and away the most desirable I had ever been near. They were all so polished and feminine that they made all of the women I had ever known seem mundane. The girls all said hello and tried to appear nonplused, but I could see them staring at the way I was dressed. None of them said a word and I was too embarrassed to explain. I kept waiting for Miss Suzie to tell them why I was dressed in women's clothing with my hair up in curlers but she just chatted away. She explained to the girls about Aunt Rose's will and told them that I was going to be working with them from now on. They exchanged a meaningful glance at this news. "But don't worry," Miss Suzie told them, "he will start at the bottom just like you did. I'm still the boss here and as far as I'm concerned he is the junior girl now." The girls giggled when they heard that and I blushed a crimson red. "Now go upstairs and unpack," Miss Suzie told the girls, "and then come down and give us a hand to get finished up here. Pretty Girl's Curls will open tomorrow morning at 8 AM sharp. And it's about time too. We will have an impossibly full appointment book for the first week." Miss Suzie and I went back to work and we were soon joined by the three girls. I could see they were curious about me and I caught them stealing glances my way. Finally Mitzi asked me if I would help her bring some things up from the basement and I agreed. Haltingly at first she began to ask me some questions about myself and when we talked about my Aunt Rose the ice began to melt. It seems that Aunt Rose had taken in all the girls, including Miss Suzie, when they were very young and on the verge of a short and cruel life. She had been more than a mother to them. She had been a rescuer and a guiding light. Soon I felt comfortable enough with Mitzi to blurt out the reasons for being dressed the way I was. Mitzi really didn't seem to care. When I tried to get some sympathy from her I was rebuffed. "Listen honey," said Mitzi, "if you just do as Miss Suzie says everything will be fine. But don't get on her bad side or you will live to regret it." We went back upstairs and with five of us working in no time the cleaning was finished. It was late afternoon by now and Miss Suzie said we should all meet in her room later. She would order pizza and we could all get to know each other better. I went back to my room and collapsed on the sofa. I thought for a moment about taking the curlers from my head but realized with dismay that I didn't even know how to take them off. Besides, I was sure that Miss Suzie would take them off when she was ready. After sitting for a few moments I became restless and began to explore my new home a little. In a night stand drawer beside the bed I found several romance novels and a copy of Playgirl. I stuck my hand into the back of the drawer and I felt something else. I pulled it out. It was a vibrator! I quickly returned it to the drawer and slammed it shut. On the other side of the bed was another night stand and I opened that drawer now with trepidation. Inside was a ring of keys. It only had two on it. One was labeled Stor1 and the other Dug. I knew that Stor1 was probably the storage room downstairs but what was Dug? Could it be the other storage room that Miss Suzie had shown me. I went downstairs to try the key in the lock. It fit perfectly and the door swung open. I felt around for a light switch and flipped it on. At first I didn't know what I was looking at. It wasn't a storage room at all. On one wall was a huge wooden X with eyebolts placed at the ends of the arms. In the center of the room was what looked like a gymnastics vaulting horse but this too had metal eyes strategically placed on the legs. On the walls were hanging lengths of rope and chain. One entire wall was covered with pegs from which hung whips, leather hoods, dildoes of all imaginable sizes and other implements and things I did not recognize. It was a dungeon! I had watched enough late night cable TV to know what it was although it was the first one I had seen in person. I was dumbfounded and quickly backed out the door. I locked it and hurried upstairs to my room hoping that no one had seen me. I went inside and shut the door. I searched frantically until I found the liquor cabinet and even though I am not much of a drinker I gulped down a shot of brandy. The fire flowed to my belly and spread. I had another. I fell onto the couch , my mind in a whirl. What did all of this mean? Who was I to ask? I was dressed in panties and camisole, my hair up in curlers and my pants and blouse could have been worn by Peg Bundy. I had almost decided that the best thing for me would be to take off. Try to get home any way I could and hope for the best. Then came a knock on the door. It was Miss Suzie. "Pizzas here," she said. "We girls have decided to have a slumber party. Let's see what you have to wear that's appropriate." She once again went into my closet and began to rummage around. Soon she came out with her arms full of frothy lavender and lace. "Each of us here at Pretty Girl's Curls has our signature color honey," she said. "Mine is hot pink and Miss Roses', bless her heart, was lavender. I guess you've inherited it from her." With that she laid a filmy lavender peignoir set out on the bed. It included panties that were covered in ruffles. A spaghetti strap chiffon top. A long gown with puffy sleeves that fastened high at the neck. Miss Suzie saw my hesitation. "Well," she said, "it's up to you. You can put on these things and come join the party or perhaps you would prefer to do more snooping around the salon." Her voice took on a hard edge as she said this and her gaze was piercing. "Suit yourself," she said and left the room. I looked at the heap of lavender and lace on my bed and as I did I heard my stomach growl. What choice did I really have? I began to strip off my blouse and pants. Panythose, panties and camisole. As I took off my camisole it snagged for a moment on my curlered head. I sighed and reached for the ruffled lavender panties. I picked up the ruffled lavender panties and put them on. I slipped the nightie over my shoulders. It was incredibly cool and I loved the way it felt as it slid over my skin. The short hem barely covered my panties. I picked up the gown and put my arms through the filmy sleeves. I felt relieved because the gown was long and flowing. I thought it would cover me up. When I looked in the mirror I was aghast. The material of the gown was almost translucent and you could easily see my short nightie and panty clad rear through it. What's more my head was still covered with the pink curlers that Miss Suzie had put in my hair that afternoon. I looked in the closet for something to put on my feet. There was nothing plain in there but after sorting through what seemed like hundreds of pairs of shoes of all descriptions, I eventually found a pair of low heeled satin slippers. I put them on, took a deep breath and went to Miss Suzie's room. My peignoir rustled around me as I walked. The door to Miss Suzie's room was open. I went in. Miss Suzie and the salon girls were all spread out on a huge pastel pink sectional sofa in Miss Suzie's living room. "Here she is now," said Miss Suzie, "come on in honey, we were just talking about you." The three girls all suppressed a giggle when Miss Suzie referred to me as she. I was embarrassed for a moment. Then the sight before me drew my complete attention. Miss Suzie and the three girls were laying languid on the huge couch, resplendent in beautiful lingerie. Chili was dressed in all shiny black. She wore a beautiful Victorian peignoir set. All ruffles and lace. Her makeup and hair were immaculate and her lips were fiery red. Bobbi was wearing a lacy red teddy. Over this she wore a long flowing gown. I glanced back at her quickly. I thought for a moment that I had seen her exposed breasts under the gown. I was afraid to look back again. I felt that all eyes were on me. Mitzi was wearing a shimmering pale blue gown. It had spaghetti straps and was very long. It wrapped her body. Her hair was all piled up on top of her head. When I looked at Miss Suzie I could not help but gasp. She wore a full corset with pretty ruffles at the bust and leg. Long sheer stockings with lace tops were attached by garters. On her feet were a pair of pink marabou mules with impossibly high heels. Her red toenails flashed like beacons. She wore a long filmy gown. In her hair was a wide pink headband. Miss Suzie sat doing her nails as I came in. "The pizza will be here soon," she said. "Sit down over here and we'll talk." I went over towards Miss Suzie. "Wait," she said, "I've got a better idea. Sit down on the floor over here by me and I'll take out your curlers." I did as she said and went to her. When the girls saw the way I squatted down to sit on the floor they all laughed. Even Miss Suzie. "My, aren't we the graceful thing?" she smirked. "Here, sit with your legs folded together." She pushed me down in front of her and showed me how to place my legs under me femininely. She arranged my peignoir gown around me prettily and then sat down and began to take the curlers from my hair. "Ugh," said Miss Suzie, "your hair is filthy. After we eat you can wash it." I sat on the floor in front of Miss Suzie. She and the girls began to talk about hairstyles, then nails. It seems that Aunt Rose had been the best nail artist at the salon and got all of the important clients. Miss Suzie would take that position now. The discussion was about which of the salon girls would start doing nails on a regular basis to take over Miss Suzie's clients. Mitzi seemed to have the edge. She was very good at doing nails it seemed. But she didn't want the job. Miss Suzie was going to give the job to Bobbi when Chili spoke up. "Wait a minute," she said, "I can do nails pretty good too, you know." Miss Suzie acted like she wasn't so sure. "Well, I guess your's just going to have to show me," she said. She had just taken the last curler from my hair. She reached down and took one of my hands in hers. "Look at this," she said. She held my fingers out and rubbed her thumb over my jagged nails. "If you can do something with this I'll give you the job." There was a low table in front of where I was sitting on the floor. Chili grabbed a large plastic box and came over to sit on the other side of the low table. She reached for my hand but I held back. I asked them what they were going to do. "Just give you a manicure honey, that's all. Lots of men get manicures now a days," Miss Suzie said as she pulled my hair tight from behind me. "Just relax honey," she whispered in my ear. Miss Suzie began to brush my hair as Chili took my hand in hers and began to do my nails. She began by filing and shaping my nails and pushing back the cuticle in each nail. I did not understand why she was scuffing up the backs of each nail but I kept my mouth shut. It felt very soothing to have Miss Suzie fussing with my hair and Chili holding my hand in her warm one as she did my nails. From her plastic case Chili put what looked like a tube of crazy glue on the counter and then a clear box full of long curving false fingernails of many different widths. Almost before I knew what was happening Chili had selected a nail from the box and deftly glued it over my left index finger. I pulled back from her. I asked her what she was doing. "Take it easy honey," Miss Suzie said. "They come right off anyway. I need to see what Chili can do. You wouldn't want to deprive her of her chance to get ahead in life just because you're not a good sport would you?" When she put it that way I felt different. And Chili was giving me a sweet imploring look that I could not resist. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "at least they come right off." I extended my hand back to Chili and she smiled at me and then began to shape the nail she had attached. Miss Suzie leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Good girl," she cooed. I blushed crimson red. "My goodness," said Mitzi, looking on as I was primped and pampered. "Look at this. Do we have a new little princess here or what?" The girls all laughed loudly. Miss Suzie began doing my hair again. It felt like she was brushing it all up. Off of my neck, She was trying to gather it there. Chili worked steadily attaching a long false nail to each finger. After gluing on each one she trimmed them with a scissors. They still seemed very long to me but I assumed that she would file them shorter. Instead she only rounded them off in a long slim taper. She worked with file and emery board on each one and as she did she had me hold my hand up every so often so she could see her progress. She showed me how to hold my hand up Wrist up and fingers bent out in a feminine gesture. Miss Suzie had finished my hair by now. It was all pulled up very tight. There were no nearby mirrors for me to look into. I now had a long nail on each finger and thumb. Chili had me spread my hands out flat on the table and then hold them up to her. After a few moments of final touch ups with an emery board she took a small red bottle from her case and began to shake it. Chili began to apply bright red polish to each of my now tapered nails. She applied it with long slow strokes. She finished one hand then did the other. After a few moments, she began to apply a second coat of polish. After the second coat she had me hold my hands up to her again. I had to be careful not to touch anything. My nails were still wet and the smell of the polish was everywhere. Chili applied a third coat and my nails began to take on a luster. Chili waited a few moments and then began to apply a clear coat of polish. When she was done she made me wait and not move my fingers at all from the table and finally she ran her thumb over one of my nails and it was dry. "All done," she said. "Me too," said Miss Suzie from behind me. "You can get up now." She pushed my shoulder gently. I stood. Again they all laughed. "You're no ballerina are you honey?" asked Miss Suzie gayly. As I stood I passed a mirror. I looked over and could not believe my eyes. My hair was all pulled back to the top of my head and gathered there. The gathered hair had been fluffed and teased into long ringlets.. It was a very feminine style. Almost Victorian. The way my hair was pulled tightly back had another effect too. It made my brows arch up and it pulled the face of my skin taught. It made my cheekbones stand out and overall made my face look more like a woman's. I was shocked at how easy the change had been to make. I was wearing no makeup at all but already my face was more effeminate than masculine. I raised my hand to touch my hair. It had beautiful long nails that made it appear long and slender in the mirror. I didn't know what to think. Despite everything that had happened to me I was beginning to enjoy myself. I had never had much luck with women but now here I was lounging around with four beautiful ones all dressed in exciting lingerie. Playing dress up under these kind of conditions didn't seem so bad. The doorbell rang and I jumped. "Pizza's here," the girls all chimed. Miss Suzie bustled over to her purse and got out some bills.. She came over to me and handed me the money. "Go get the pizza," she said. "Wha-What?!" I sputtered. "I'm not going down there dressed like this. Please don't make me go Miss Suzie, I'll do anything you ask but please don't make me go." "Stop sniveling you," said Miss Suzie. "Stay right where you are then. Chili, go bring the pizza boy up." Chili left the room and Miss Suzie turned to me. "You'll do anything, eh?" she said with a leer. "I'm going to remember you said that honey. As for right now, I'll tell you what. Let's make a little bet. If the Pizza boy can tell that you are a boy I'll give you half the cash that your Aunt Rose left me. If not you owe me the same amount from your future earnings here at Pretty Girl's Curls." I must not have been thinking clearly. All I could understand was that here was a way to get some cash and get out of this crazy deal once and for all. I agreed just as Chili led a strapping young man into the room. "Oh look everybody," cried Miss Suzie, "it's Tony. Hi Tony." The handsome young man was in hog heaven as the scantily clad women made a fuss over him. I could see a bulge rising in his jeans. "Just put the pizza down in the dining room lover," purred Miss Suzie to the youth. "We've got the money right here." I was startled to realize that I still had the money that Miss Suzie had given me clutched in my hand. I also realize for the first time that I could no longer clench my fist tightly because of my long nails. Tony came over to me and stopped. "Oh Tony," said Miss Suzie, "you don't know Miss Rose's niece do you. Tony this is, uh." I saw her searching her mind for a moment then she said, "This is Honey Rae, Miss Rose's favorite niece. She's going to join our staff at here at Pretty Girl's Curls." "I'm very sorry about Miss Rose," the strapping youth said to me gently. "I liked her very much. She was a neat lady." He leaned forward and actually brushed his lips against my cheek for a moment. I was paralyzed with fear and could only hold out the money for the pizza dumbly. "But if it means I get to see another pretty lady here when I make my deliveries at least that is come consolation," Tony said. The young man's sincerity moved me and I smiled back at him shyly. "You get out of here now Tony," said Miss Suzie playfully. "You are ruining Honey Rae's appetite with all that mush." Tony gave a little bow as he backed towards the door. The girls clapped their hands with glee at this little gesture and it brought a smile to my face too. "Well, it seems you owe me a little money, Honey," said Miss Suzie with a wicked laugh. Oh my god, our bet! I had been so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten our bet. It seemed crazy now. Surely Miss Suzie wouldn't hold me to it. "You'd better believe I'm holding you to it," said Miss Suzie. I was scared now, I tried to act defiant. "You can't legally hold me to that bet. I'll talk to my lawyer," I said with a quavering voice. "What did you say?" Miss Suzie exploded. She came to me in a rage and roughly took me by the arm. She marched me out of her room and down the stairs. It was hard to resist her. I couldn't seem to do anything with my hands because of my long nails. As we went down the stairs she took me by the hair and roughly pushed me in the direction of the room where I had seen a dungeon earlier that evening. She produced a key, opened the door and pushed me inside. "Miss Suzie, what is this place. What is it doing here at Pretty Girl's Curls?" I asked, trying to stall for time. "Your Aunt Rose, bless her heart, had a life, you worm! She had, shall we say, other interests besides her work. Now shut up!" She led me to the horse and made me get astraddle it chest down. She placed a gag in my mouth and fastened it tightly. It had a bulbous plug inside that filled my mouth. I could feel her placing shackles on my heels and then my wrists. She raised my gown and lowered my panties and began to spank me. I squirmed in pain, but also in humiliation. She stopped. "That's just the warm-up you. One thing we value around here is integrity. You made a bet with me and now you want to welch but that's not going to happen. You need to be taught a little lesson if you want to work here." She pulled open the front of my gown and pulled down the front of my nightie until my breasts were exposed. She kneaded my nipples until they got hard. This made me squirm but more from pleasure than pain. As my nipples hardened she placed a clamp on each one. The clamps were connected by a chain which she attached to the horse. She gave me five more hard swats on each cheek, turned out the light and left the room. And there I was. I tried to call out but couldn't make anything other that a muffled mumble with the gag in my mouth. As I ran my tongue over the latex I realized it was viened and modeled after the male organ. My exposed paddled rear was burning as were my nipples clamped to the heavy chain. I did not notice the weight at first, but soon it felt as if tons were attached to my nipples. The felt like they were stretching out longer and longer. The door opened and closed quickly. Someone had slipped into the room with me. I could feel, rather than see movement in the dark room. I was startled when I felt a cool hand on my rear. Someone was applying soothing lotion to my reddened bottom. Mmmm, that felt so good. The hand spread the lotion all over and another hand reached around and removed the clamps from my nipples, first one then the other. The feeling was fantastic. I exploded. The door opened and closed quickly again and I was alone, still shackled to the padded horse in the dark dungeon. I actually managed to sleep a little after it became obvious that I was here for the night. I drifted in and out of consciousness all night, spooked by dreams of Miss Suzie looming over me. I passed the night that way, uncomfortable and cramped, shackled to the horse in my lingerie. The light came on and I awoke with a start. I was blinking furiously and looked up to see Mitzi. "Come on Honey, time to get ready for work," she said. What? Work? They couldn't possibly expect me to work after being trussed up all night in the basement? I was weak from hunger. I had missed the pizza after being placed in bondage by Miss Suzie. I glanced at a clock. It read 6:30 am. Mitzi hustled me to my room and shoved me towards the bathroom. "OK, stand right here by the tub," she told me. She took off my peignoir robe and began to place a thick lotion all over my legs. "Stand right here for ten minutes and don't rub the lotion in. When the ten minutes are up rinse it off in the shower." She turned and left the bathroom. I stood there swaying half asleep. After waiting ten minutes I turned on the shower and got in. The warm water felt good on my aching body and I stood under it dreamily. I looked down to see that all of the lotion had been rinsed from my legs. I was stunned to see that all my leg hair had gone with it. It was like looking at another persons legs to see the hairless pretty ones I had now. I got out of the shower and put on a silk robe that was hanging there. Just as I did Mitzi knocked and came in. "Let me see," she said. At first I didn't understand and just stood there. "Let me see your legs, silly," said Mitzi. I pulled my robe open so she could see. "Hmm, nicer that I would have guessed," she said. She handed me a bottle of body lotion. "Put plenty of this on your legs now Honey," she said. "And afterwards plenty of this powder." She handed me a round container with a huge puff on top. "That way the chemicals in the depilatory won't damage your skin." Mitzi turned to go. Miss Suzie strode into the room. She was already fully dressed in a glittering pink sequined shoulderless bodysuit that clung to her like a second skin. It had a high collar. Her hair was atop her head in a long French twist. She went to the closet and began to rummage around, all the while glancing over to me. When she finally came close she hissed, "Well, are you going to behave yourself from now on?" . I told her I would, but really I was just waiting for my chance to escape. This thing had gone too far and as soon as I had an opening I was going to try and make a run for it. "Let's get you dressed. I can do your hair before opening time." I wanted to tell Miss Suzie no, but I was afraid. She laid a full lavender chiffon blouse out on the bed along with a black skirt. She handed me a pair of silky pale lavender panties. She handed me a camisole with a snap crotch. She handed me a wispy matching bra. Last came a garter belt and a pair of sheer nylon stocking. "Bobbi," called out Miss Suzie. "Come here and help Honey Rae get dressed." Miss Suzie seemed aware of my desire to escape, she was making sure that one of the girls was always with me. Soon I was thankful that Bobbi was helping me dress. Some of the delicate garments were baffling in their complexity. I pulled up my stockings and Bobbi helped me with the garters. As she did her hand grazed my rear and she looked at me with twinkling eyes as I squirmed under her caresses. She held out my blouse to me and I slipped my arms and then head in.. The material was so light. I loved the way it felt on my skin. Mitzi held up the skirt and I put my hand on her shoulder as I stepped into it. The hem fell just to my knees and compared to the full airy blouse my skirt was long and tight and restricted my movements. I found out quickly that I could only take short mincing steps. Even more so after I put on the high heels that Mitzi brought from the closet. I teetered along in my heels and tight skirt for a few moments while Mitzi laughed. I started to finally get the hang of it but only by adopting a very girlish walk. Mitzi clapped her hands and declared a success. I left my room and minced my way down to the salon. I found that I had to descend the stairs sideways while holding the railing in a very feminine fashion. As I entered the salon Miss Suzie smiled at me at last. I felt all my desire to escape fade away under her beautiful smile. Miss Suzie patted the chair and winked. "Come on Honey Rae, let's get you ready for your first day at Pretty Girl's Curls." By SalonGirl To be cont'd