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Girl Friday by Paula Hanson comments about this story to [email protected] "Beauty-scene, Chris speaking, can I help you" the girl answered the telephone. "Er hopefully", I replied, "I'm going to a fancy dress party this Friday with my girlfriend and she has suggested that I get my hair done in a salon since there won't be any time for her to do it that evening. Do you think you can fit me in to do something with it?". "I should think so. Hang on for a second for please and I'll get one of the stylists to speak with you." I waited and a few moments later another voice came on the phone. "Hello Kelly speaking, how can I help?". I repeated what I told the receptionist and added that I would like an up-do or some other feminine style. "How long is your hair?", Kelly asked. "It's longer than collar length at the back and around ear length on the top and sides, with layers", I answered. "That should be OK", Kelly said, "and if we can't do what you have in mind I am sure we can figure out something else. So then... you want Friday evening - is six O'clock OK?". I said it was. "What's your name?", I told her and she then said "I'll see you at Six O'clock on Friday then" and hung up. I arrived a couple of days later at the salon just before six. The salon was located in a shopping mall with a car park and I found a place to park reasonably close to the salon so I would not have to walk too far to return to the car after my hair had been done. I had also bought a hooded track suit top to wear so I could cover my head so people would not see what had been done to me. As I approached the salon I peered inside and saw that it was still fairly busy despite being late. "Hello, can I help?", the receptionist asked as I entered through the door. "Yes, my name is Mark Sammonds, I made an appointment the other day with Kelly" I replied. "Oh yes, your the guy who's going to the party. Kelly is just finishing off a client and will be with you shortly. Take a seat and she'll be with you as soon as she's ready." I made my way over to the waiting area and sat down next to a mother with her young daughter. "Would you like some tea or coffee while you wait?" "A cup of coffee thanks", I said and smiled. I looked around; the salon was in the process of being decorated with a red and white theme. There were also a large number of potted plants spread everywhere and climbing plants with a trellis which separated the main part of the salon from the waiting and reception area; this meant that you could not see into the salon very easily. The receptionist returned soon after with my coffee. As I sipped the drink, a tall lady came out from the salon, her dark hair long and shiny, bobbing to and fro as she walked. Following her was one of the stylists and I wondered if it was Kelly. I watched as the stylist wrote out a ticket and the tall woman paid her and then made another appointment. The stylist then approached where I was sitting, but turned to the mother and daughter and said "Mrs Jones, would you like to come through with Caroline and we'll see what we can do for her today'. The mother and daughter followed the stylist into the main part of the salon. I now sat on my own and watched the receptionist. She looked quite young, maybe in her late teens or very early twenties. She had blond hair which was cut into a popular variation with the girls at that time of a bob cut with a zigzag parting. It was obvious that her hair had been bleached with the dark roots showing, but it was obviously intended to compliment the style. She looked across at me also a couple of times and we seemed to be making too much eye contact, so I turned away and started to watch the activities occurring outside in the mall. After a short while I became a little conscious of that too, in case someone who knew me might see me sitting there. I began to feel restless, tinged with excitement and a feeling of guilt as I was hiding a secret. I loved to have my hair styled and loved the feeling of my hair being washed and cut and shaped and styled. I particularly loved hairdressers, finding them generally to be highly attractive girls; the sort that I never seemed to manage to pull on a date. I found the sexual chemistry that occurs between a client and the stylist to be one that is highly charged and it had always been a fascination and a turn-on for me since my mid-teens. I became fascinated by hairdressing scenes in movies and television programmes and articles in magazines. But, it was a trait which I found impossible to discuss openly and even felt guilty about. Still nevertheless, I did look forward to my visits to the salons and found any excuse to attend a reasonable one. In particular my fetish had also developed with time, requiring something extra to maintain the thrill. Initially just a hairdressing experience was enough and I enjoyed the physical contact. However with time I began to want to extend the appointments for longer and started having conditioning treatments and perms. I also started using hair accessories at home and began to put it into more feminine styles. Eventually I was bold enough to try this in a salon and that had become the norm since. Not that I would admit that however. No, I could never tell the stylist the truth. Instead I always made excuses and acted the innocent victim, the poor exploited male who had been asked to submit to this by some insensitive girlfriend who could not possibly imagine how embarrassing this was for a man. Lost within my own thoughts, the time passed very quickly and another lady soon appeared, again with a stylist in tow. After paying her bill and arranging another appointment the women left. The stylist spoke for a short time with the receptionist and then came over to me. "Hi, you're Mark then! My name is Kelly. If you'd like to follow me we can get started." I followed the petite figure into the main part of salon and quickly noticed that it was much larger than I had thought it would be. In total I counted four other stylists working at the same time on clients with places located on each side of the salon. At the back there was a number of wash basins and hood dryers. The salon was very noisy with a combination of pop music blaring out from the radio and blow dryers going at full throttle. Kelly had to raise her voice slightly to be heard above the din. "If I can take your jacket" she said "and help you on with this" as she helped place a gown around me. She tied the gown at the back with a tie around my waist. I am only 5' 9" and the gown came down to the lower part of my shins. It was a pale lavender color and slightly soft to the touch. I looked around to see if everyone else was wearing such a gown since it felt quite feminine. I could not believe they made men wear this generally. Unfortunately there were no other men in the salon to compare with. I followed Kelly to a chair situated between where two other stylists were working and she gestured to me to sit down. She began to brush my hair through very thoroughly with firm long strokes using a bristled brush. "Do you know what you're wearing tonight then for the party?" she asked as she continued brushing. "I think its a sort of longish dress" I replied, "something a bit like a ball gown. That's why my girlfriend had suggested something a bit like an up-do". Kelly smiled at my reply. "OK. Are you going as anyone in particular?" "I don't think so...I don't know really. All this has happened a bit fast, we only got the invite earlier in the week and Sue, my girlfriend, said she would take care of the costume, but she is not too good at hair and stuff and said that she would not have enough time to do that this evening, so she said to make an appointment somewhere." "Do you know what she is going as?", Kelly asked. "Robin Hood", I think, "she has got the green sort of tunic and that from a party before, so I think she is going to use that again." "I guess you will be her Maid Marion then", Kelly suggested and smiled. "I think you are quite brave coming in here like this - not many guys would have the guts to do that." "I didn't really have too much choice" I laughed. Kelly smiled again and then finished brushing through my hair. "OK, what I want to do is try a couple of things first, just quickly, just to see if they will work with your hair. If not then I can play around with it a little more." I just nodded. "Don't worry", she said "this place will soon be a bit quieter since we shut in less than an hour." I looked around and saw that there was a woman on my right hand side, having her hair blow-dried. I thought that was a good sign, since it was getting a bit too late for that stylist to be getting another appointment. On my left hand side was the young girl, Caroline, who had been waiting with me. The stylist was currently in the process of cutting her long blond hair while her the girl's mother stood watching. I was satisfied that no-one seemed to be paying any attention to me and I started to relax and feel less self-conscious about being in the salon. Kelly soon got to work. She brushed my hair at the back up and to one side, pushing in a series of bobby pins going up from the nape of the neck towards the crown. She then tried to roll the rest of the hair back over this pinned section into a French roll, but it was not quite long enough to achieve this effect properly so she abandoned that idea. Next she removed the pins and then started to subdivide the hair just at the back of the crown into three sections and twist them into a French braid. However, again the hair at the sides and some of the layers were too short and bits kept coming loose. She tried a few other arrangements, but was still not satisfied with the results she was getting. "My girlfriend had thought of a bun as an alternative to a French twist" I suggested, perhaps rather too knowledgeably I wondered after I had said it. "That's a good idea" Kelly said "but I just want to try one other thing first. Oh wait I know" she said changing her mind again. This time she brushed my hair through thoroughly as though starting from scratch again and she then made a centre parting at the back and brushed a section to either side. She secured one side of the hair away with two butterfly clips. She then proceeded to take the other section and gathering hair from both the side and back started to braid the hair from just above the ear, working downwards. Once the braid had consumed all the hair she then secured it with a ponytail band. She was quite pleased with it and showed it to me with a mirror. I nodded in agreement and then she did the other side so I ended up with two braided pig tails, one on each side. As she proceeded with the second braid she said "I much prefer doing braids and up-dos to other things like perms and roller sets - they get a bit repetitive after a while." I nodded. "Guess you don't get many guys coming in for this though do you?" I asked. "NOooo" Kelly laughed, "but when I was training I did use to do my boyfriend's hair in braids. He would never go out like it at first, but he enjoys me doing them now though... OK now what can we do with the hair on your crown.... I think I have an idea" and she plugged in a hot styling wand. "I just need to wait for this to heat up for a few minutes. So where is this party?" she asked. "Redwood" I replied. "I'm meeting my girlfriend at her place to get changed and then we go onto the party." "What time does it start?" "About 7:30 - so there isn't much time to get there and get changed. I really need to leave here and go straight there" I said. "Oh I live in that area" Kelly said, "maybe I could drive you there and meet your girlfriend. I would like to see her reaction to your hair and even more see you dressed up." "Oh, um, I don't know about that. Thanks for the offer, but I have my own car." "Okay, you could just tell me the address. I know the area really well...I could meet you there, or I could even follow you to her place, you're my last client." "Well actually, thinking about it I may need to go home first and do a few things." "But you said there wasn't much time before the party started" Kelly said, beginning to show signs of a little irritation, or even suspicion. "Look if I meet you there, I can re-tidy up your hair after you get changed - so it looks just right. Do you think your girlfriend would mind if I turned up, or do you mind? I mean, it would be really nice for me to see the total effect after doing your hair for you wouldn't it." "Yes, but it's not that. It's just, well I don't know how she would react". "Well we could phone and ask her". "I don't have the number on me" I said started to sweat a little bit. "OK what's the address then - you must know that since you have to drive there. I can ask the operator for a number and just give her a quick call. Hey, maybe I even know her. Which part does she live in?" Kelly was started to get more assertive now. "I would really like to do this" she added again. "Look, I don't...can't" I spluttered. "Oh I think I understand now" said Kelly smiling but in a different way this time. "You're not actually going to a party with your girlfriend are you. In fact I bet you haven't even got a girlfriend have you? You just came in here to get your hair done under a false pretence, then put your hood over your head, pretend everything is normal and go home and then jack off on getting your hair done in a girlie style. Is that right?" this time she asked leaning into my face and tugging sharply at one of the braids. "No...yes...look I can explain" I stuttered, my face now bright red in colour. "No don't bother" Kelly said "you just sit there and we can finish this off. Just stay there for a minute I need to get something" she put her hands on my shoulder and pushed down gently just to re-inforce the 'sit there' command. She walked back over to the reception area and then she disappeared from my sight. I noticed that the woman on my right had left while Kelly had been doing my hair. However, the girl on my left was now getting her hair braided too. I heard her saying to her mother and the stylist, "Look mummy, that man is having pig tails just like I have done. He looks funny like that." I felt like I just wanted the World to swallow me up. What with Kelly figuring out the truth and being clearly upset with me and now the little girl by my side making cruel comments, I just wanted to get up and leave. But I couldn't. Something just held me back and told me to see this through. A few minutes later Kelly returned , but seemed much happier than when she had left. She again stood behind me smiling. "OK", she said "lets get going again and finish this off". "Look, I'm sorry" I said. "For what" Kelly still seemed very happy, almost a different person. "For deceiving you" I replied. "Just sit back and relax" Kelly said "don't worry your pretty head about it." I was still not sure how to take this sudden change in character and could not really relax. I still felt humiliated and guilty and just wanted Kelly to finish up as quickly as she could so I could leave. Still best not to upset Kelly anymore I thought, just play along as though nothing had happened - like she wants to - maybe that's her way of dealing with it. I will give her a big tip though I thought to myself. Kelly was meanwhile busy volumising the hair on my crown which had not been braided with the hot-air styling wand, carefully rearranging sections and getting it to look very feathery in texture. She then put a little more curl into the bangs and finally seemed happy with it. "Now I just want to add something as a finishing touch" she said and went off again for a couple of minutes. She came back holding something in her hand and then turned to one of the other stylists and said "Clare have we got any more of these display flowers?" "No" Clare said "the rest were thrown away or have been used up." "Right then", Kelly said turning back to me, "I just wanted to add a little finishing touch but could only find one of these flowers. Still that will do" and she proceeded to place it on my crown between where the two braids were started. She then secured this with a number of criss crossing hair pins. "OK that's secure then and should stay in place no matter what you get up to tonight". I smiled slightly guiltily at her. She then showed me the style using a mirror at the back and the front and I could see what a feminine touch the flower added to the already looking feminine style she had created. "Is the flower really necessary?" I asked. "Just my creative instincts" Kelly replied. "Besides it does look much more pretty like that" she added. "I will just fix this now with plenty of spray to hold it all in place" and she proceeded to use about half a can of spray on me, nearly fumigating me in the process. "That's more or less cemented in place now" she said. "OK if you would like to come to reception now, we can settle up." I stood up and followed her to the counter, noticing that the young girl was almost finished too. She looked up at me with a strange look and it made me feel embarrassed again. I followed Kelly to the reception desk. "That will be twenty" she said. A bit expensive I thought, but seeing as I had probably embarrassed her and myself I thought what the hell and gave her thirty as a good tip. "Do you want to make another appointment?" Kelly asked to my surprise. "Oh, uh no..not for the moment anyway thanks" I said. "OK, have a good evening then" and she moved to open the door. "I left my jacket." "Oh that's right" Kelly said "now where is it" in a sarcastic tone. "Chris, have you seen this gentle...MANs jacket. The receptionist shook her head. "If it's not on the coat rack Kelly then someone must have taken it by accident", Chris answered. I looked fervently at Kelly and Chris. "But it must be here" I said "I can't go outside into the mall looking like this". Kelly and Chris looked at each other and laughed. "Why not?" Kelly asked. "I look stupid" I said, "I look like a man with his hair done up like a woman's." The two women giggled again. "Well there are two solutions to that" Kelly answered. "You could try taking it all out, but I don't think that will work given all the spray I have just put on it - you will look pretty silly no matter what you do. The alternative is to play along with us." "What do you mean?" I asked. Kelly looked at me with a smirk spreading across her face. " You said you were going to a party tonight - well you still can party, but with us tonight instead. We're having a girls night out on the town and you can come too... as a girl of course." Kelly crossed her arms triumphantly and smiled. "It's your choice" she said, "I will even give you your top back tomorrow morning so you can get home without being seen... if you are good tonight that is." "So you have got it" I screeched, "give it back now. I demand it." "No way. You wanted to party - well now you can. Either that or look like an idiot outside. Its pretty busy out there at the moment. I don't think you will make it to your car without being noticed and even if you do you have still got to get into your house without being noticed by your neighbours as well. Think you can do it - I doubt it - that's why you bought the top with you." "Please" I begged. "I'll give you more money, whatever you want, just give me my top back." Kelly just shook her head. "Not until tomorrow morning. Now we're closing up and want to hit the town, make up your mind. Either come with us or walk out now." "I can't go out like this. Someone I know may see me and I can't go home like this - I would never get indoors without being seen by my neighbours." The mother and daughter appeared just behind me with their stylist and were ready to pay their bill. I stepped aside so they could get past. I heard the mother hiss, "You should be ashamed you pervert" as she brushed by me, deliberately knocking into my shoulder blade. The remark was cutting and made me realise even more that I couldn't go home looking like this. I had a reputation to keep. "OK then... sounds like you have made your mind up" Kelly said. "Stick with us and we'll look after you and give you the night you really dreamed of." I looked down at the ground in defeat. The mother and daughter left the salon, and Kelly closed the door behind them. "Right we are going to lock up now and get ready, but Jo can stay behind and do your make up. We'll all meet here in about one hour and I'll bring something for you to wear then. Now be good to Jo and don't cause her any problems otherwise I may have to find some way of humiliating you tonight. You be a good girl!" Kelly and the other girls laughed and left locking the entrance door behind them. The woman called Jo looked daunting. She wore an all white uniform, in contrast to the other hairstylist who had not worn any similar clothes. She had dark auburn hair which was pulled into a tight bun and was heavily made-up. She grabbed hold of my arm firmly, and told me to follow her as she led me back into the salon without letting go. We went to the very back of the room, behind the wash basins and dryers and she opened the door into another room. Inside, there was a large cream colored articulated chair, which was bent in two directions. It looked a bit like the chairs at the dentist and I was beginning to feel as bad as I do when I have my teeth pulled out. Jo pushed me into the room. "OK, I assume that you know that I am the salon's beautician. Kelly has told me of your perverted habits and we're going to teach you a good lesson tonight, one that you won't forget in a hurry. Now it's up to me to make sure that you look nice and presentable for going out with us tonight, and I don't intend to let Kelly down. So, now I want you to get undressed. Strip right down to your bare buttocks and then get on that chair." I did as I was told, slowly kicking off my shoes and removing my socks first, then unfastening my shirt and finally removing my trousers. "And those too.." she said pointing to my boxer shorts. I hesitated for a moment and then took them off. I realised that at the moment there was nothing I could really do. Even if I could hold off Jo, in less than an hour the other women would return and in the meantime there was no apparent means of escape with the front entrance locked. I felt cold and embarrassed standing naked in front of Jo, my manhood half limp, and my boxer's damp from leakage I had experienced while getting aroused as Kelly had braided my hair. "You do look pitiful" she taunted, "but we can fix that soon enough." I climbed onto the chair as she told me to and laid back waiting nervously, the leather of the chair sticking to my slightly damp perspiring body. I could hear Jo arranging things behind me and then as she approached, she placed a tray on a stand attached to the chair. I tried to look around to see what she was doing, but she grabbed hold of my head with both hands and repositioned it so I was looking straight back up again. She then lifted my head up slightly and positioned something underneath it and let my head drop back down again. She smoothed my bangs back off my face and wrapped the Velcro hairband around my hairline, securing it in position, so it secured all my hair away from my face and felt tight against my head. My braids felt sore as they were snagged awkwardly in the hairband. Jo pulled down a flexible light which was attached to the ceiling and put it on so it shined onto my face. "Oh dear, you've got quite a few blocked pores and blackheads here, I think we are going to have to do some intensive cleansing first before we can even think of applying make-up. Still it's a good job you had a nice close shave today." Jo started the facial off by applying some cleansing lotion to my face and neck. Next she did a facial scrub and rigorously worked it into the pores, scratching my face hard as she continued. She followed that by a facial peel and then a steaming session for ten minutes. After the steam application, she set about the extraction process using a metal instrument of torture. After that was completed she did a very quick facial massage, just working in some antiseptic cream. "Normally our clients enjoy the facial massage the most, but you're not here to enjoy yourself this time" Jo warned me. She finished off the facial by applying a hard setting mask and covered my eyes with damp cotton wool pads. With my eyes covered I strained to listen to what Jo was doing next, as I heard more noises, trying to guess what was about to come. The answer came as soon I felt the hot wax applied to my right leg. With my eyes covered and my face being set into a solidifying mask, the pain was excruciating as Jo proceeded to rip the hair away from my body. She did the right leg first, followed by the left, making me lift each leg up so she could do the backs as well. As the pain intensified, I became more aroused which Jo noticed with my body being naked and exposed on the chair. She patted the tip of my penis with her hand, which aroused it even more. "I think we are going to have to do something with little Johnny later." and she pinched the end tight between her finger and thumb until I let out a yelp. While her interest was focused around my groin region, I could feel cold metal come into contact with my skin and scrotum, I got real scared as I heard a snipping noise and as it continued, the scissors seemed to be in more contact with my skin. Then it stopped again and there was silence. The waxing of my abdomen and chest had to be the most painful experience of all. The tearing of hair around my nipples left them sore and tender and Jo purposely dug her nails in hard and scratched them across my pecs. She continued the waxing process with my arms and then told me to lean forward and touch my toes as she finished off the process with my back. Jo made me lie back down again when she had finished and my back found comfort in the coolness of the leather chair. My eyes were still covered as I felt Jo now doing things to my toes. She soon finished that and then started working on each hand. Taking each finger in turn. The procedure seemed to take a long time and I couldn't even to begin to guess what she was doing, but it wasn't painful for once which was a blessing. Finally she removed the eye pads and I could see again. I tried to peer down my body, but could only see my reddened chest and swollen tender nipples. Jo kept my head firmly pressed down into the chair. She removed the face mask and that allowed me to relax a little more. However, I soon realised that the pain infliction period wasn't over. Jo started yanking out hairs around my eyebrows. She seemed to start slowly, but then built up a steady pace and seemed to go on endlessly. I couldn't imagine that there could be that many hairs on my eyebrows to remove. Eventually satisfied with that, she started applying make-up. Jo continued working around my eyes, having removed hair from my brows, she now started redrawing them using a pencil which she pressed firmly into the brow. This was followed by eyeshadow which was applied to my upper and lower eyelids, eyeliner, mascara and then the look was finished off with an eyelash curler used to curl both the upper and lower lashes. "You do have cute eyes" Jo commented "and I think that was worth bringing, out. You want to have something to flutter tonight sweetie." I groaned inwardly and wondered how I could get out from this. I realised now, that even by playing along with these women I had only made my situation worse. I might have got home without being seen with my hair in the braid, I may even have got away with all my body hair being removed, but now with my eyebrows evidently plucked and shaped and my eyelashes curled in order that I could flutter them innocently I couldn't see how I could hide the events of this evening from anyone. Jo continued working on my face, applying some foundation and then blusher to highlight my cheek bones. I heard Kelly come in through the door, as Jo pressed the creamy stick to my lips. She worked it in hard and firm, telling me to work my lips into it at the same time. She finished off with the pencil lipliner drawing a faint line around my lips to give them more definition. I saw Kelly peering over me as Jo undid the hairband then leaned back. Kelly let out a squeal of delight. "Jo, you've done an amazing job. I wouldn't have recognised our little cutie if I hadn't have known he was here. OK you" she said turning her attention back to me, "stand up so we can get a good look at you." I again did as I was told and for the first time saw the bright red painted toenails and finger nails. Worse still, my finger nails seemed to have grown. I looked down at my body and noticed it was completely hairless apart from a little tuft of cropped hair around my pubic region. Kelly and Jo also walked around me making their inspection. "She's looking much better now Jo, but I've bought a few things with me that will help that figure a bit more." I now noticed that Kelly was looking completely different from when she was working in the salon. Then she had an innocent girl next door look, but now she was wearing a black leather short skirt and tight white t-shirt, the shape of her breasts protruding sharply, and her face was heavily made up with her hair back combed into a wild temptress style. Kelly started to rummage in a bag that she had left on the floor. Firstly she pulled out a long pink ribbon and put it onto the chair. Next came out a pair of skimpy black lace panties. My heart sank as she pulled out more items from the bag, a corset was next, black and sexy with padded cups, but still a corset, and then, what was that.. a wig... a long haired, curly red wig. "Originally I was going to dress you up as a cute little school girl with your pretty braids already done" Kelly said looking at me, "but then I figured that maybe you might appreciate a something a little more exciting and a little more daring, so I asked Jo to give you a really tarty look with your make-up and this wig and these clothes will help round off that illusion," Jo laughed at my plight, "but he is enjoying it Kelly. He was getting quite aroused when I was giving him some of my treatments and I think he got a little excited before when you was doing his hair." I blushed at Jo revealing this information and dared not look at Kelly directly. But Kelly already had preparations in mind. "That's what this is for.." she said holding up the long ribbon gently between two fingers, allowing it to uncoil to the ground. She walked up directly in front of me and took hold of my again now hardening penis. She held it firmly and stroked it with her other hand. She then tied the ribbon around the shaft not quite at the tip, leaving an equal length of the ribbon lose on each side. She continued to caress my pubic region, her hands wandering from my penis over my groin to my testes. Then cupping them in both hands, she suddenly said "OK, deep breath in" as she pushed them up into my body. I double up in pain, winded and humiliated. "Ooommppphhh" I staggered back winded. However, Kelly wasn't slowing down as she manoeuvred herself behind me. "Now my little tart, I want you to bend over keeping your legs straight and touch your toes." I looked at her nervously still trying to get my breath back. "Do it, or I will get very angry with you..." she asserted. I bent over slowly and stretched my fingers to my toes, straining to hold the position and conscious of my naked exposed arse sticking up in the air, and my penis hanging, exposed in front of me with the ribbon trailing to the floor. I saw Kelly move behind me and suddenly her hand came up back between my legs grabbing my penis and pulling it back between my legs. She then told me to pull my butt cheeks apart and when I did she pulled the lengths of ribbon through the crack pulling it tighter and then secured the ribbon tying it around my waist. "Stand up" Kelly ordered me again. As I did so the ribbon cut into the flesh of my buttocks widening the crack more. I looked down and saw that my manhood had disappeared. There was no sign of either my testes or penis, just a tuft of short cropped hair. "That's better" Kelly said. "Now any excitement tonight won't give the game away and you will have to sit down to go the toilet just like the rest of us girls. Now put these on next.." she handed me the black lace panties. I slipped them on quickly thinking somehow they might restore more dignity to my ever diminishing pride; they didn't. Next I was ordered to stand up against the back of the chair and put both my hands on the back rest. Kelly again came around behind me again, this time holding the corset. I knew what was coming next and didn't bank on Kelly being very merciful with me. I wasn't wrong. "You've got a bit too much paunch there missy for the tart figurine that your are, so we need to shape you up a bit for tonight." She worked the corset around my waist and then pulled the laces snug. The women turned me around so that Jo stood facing me, and she then pulled the half cups of the corset with push up pads away from my chest. Then as Kelly pulled the laces tighter, she worked in tandem with Jo who pressed her hands tightly against my chest just below the cups, pushing any loose fat upwards towards my chest and then also working downwards towards my hips and thighs. I watched as the two women continued, seeing mounds of flesh spill over the half cups, exposing my hardened sore nipples, and also seeing my hips and buttocks becoming more and more full as my waist line narrowed. Eventually I was struggling to breath and begged Kelly to stop. Finally Kelly did so much to my relief. I had nearly fainted from the tightness and my inability to breath. "You need to breath more from your chest dearie" Kelly said. "Let those breasts rise and fall." As I stood, resting with one arm on the chair trying to recover, Kelly went back to her bag and again pulled out another item of clothing. Holding it with one arm raised between two fingers, she let it unfurl somewhat dramatically revealing the bright red party dress. "I thought this might be appropriate for our scarlet woman." With some difficulty, due to the tightness of the corset, I raised my arms above me, as Kelly placed the dress over my head and then let it fall over my body. The straps rested gently on my shoulders revealing a low cut, sleeveless thigh length dress. The size of the dress was just tight enough that it accentuated my figure more. The low cut allowed the flesh of my padded breast to appear just visible over the top and my hips and tightened waist were highlighted even further by the tightness and hugging nature of the skirt. "Very nice" Kelly said turning to Jo. "And now these" Kelly handed me a pair of red high heeled shoes. The heels must have been around 3-4" high. As I put them on they were a little too tight. "I can't get them on" I told her, "they don't fit." "Just put them on and stop whining. They do fit. They might be too tight, but so what. Anyway it will make you take more dainty steps." Once I had finished putting the shoes on, Kelly took the wig and stood behind me again. She took each of the braids and pinned them tightly on top of my head and then also clipped the bangs back. She then positioned the wig carefully arranging the curls to frame my face and allow the bulk to fall over my shoulders. Finally she told me to stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I walked unsteadily over to the mirror, not familiar with the heels and occasionally having to balance myself with one hand against the furniture. "You need to wiggle your cute little arse for more balance" Kelly smirked. As I stood in front of the mirror I couldn't recognise myself. The shape was wrong, it was all woman and the wild curly red hair, red dress and shoes along with the make up made me look really tarty. "Just a little something else for tonight" Jo said as she took a bottle from her counter. She walked up to me and started to spray the scent around my neck, behind my ears and then into my cleavage. "That's enough then" Kelly said, "you still need to make a quick change then Jo and we'll meet you outside. I'll show our little strumpet to the other girls now and let them get acquainted." Kelly led me back through the door into the hairdressing salon again. As I entered the salon, the other girls were waiting for me and whistled and shrieked with laughter. I looked around. I quickly recognised Chris who was wearing a very feminine short pleated summer dress with a floral print and her hair was pulled back into a French braid. I also recognised Clare and was introduced to Sue, Amanda and Tracy who were the other hairstylists. They were all wearing wildly different types of clothes. Clare was wearing a plain white blouse and a short denim skirt. Sue also had a plain pastel colored blouse but was wearing a pair of slacks and platform shoes. Amanda had her long black hair pulled into a high ponytail and wore an ultra short top which revealed her waist and belly button. Amanda also wore an ultra short lycra skirt and the look was completed with calf length white boots. Tracy simply had a loose sweatshirt and tight jeans on with a pair of black training shoes, her bobbed hair just worn loose. "By the way," Kelly announced to the group, "Chris and I have thought of a name for our guest tonight - Samantha or Sammie - she can't use Mark obviously, but it's a play on her surname, so Sammie it is." Kelly looked at me grinning. "Now Sammie, you do look pretty with your hair and make-up done and the other girls are really jealous of that figure of yours." Kelly and the others began to talk among themselves to the point of ignoring me. A few minutes later Jo came out of the room. She had changed into a denim mini-skirt and tasselled blouse her hair pulled back into a ponytail. The girls started to chat with her, but eventually I plucked up the courage to ask, "Where are we going?" Kelly answered. "First we'll grab something to eat up-town, have a few drinks in a bar - see if we can pull a few guys and then make it off to a night-club. Maybe Jordan's." "Pull a few guys" I said, "but you can't expect.. I'm not gay." "Although that look does turn some guys on" she laughed. "Just stick with us, we'll look after you. Of course, if you try to get away tonight, then you will be all on your own and we won't be able to look after you will we." "I won't try to get away" I said. "But why are you doing this to me" I asked looking Kelly in the eye. "Because its what you really wanted, but was too afraid to do it yourself. I know. It was when you phoned the other day and made the appointment that Chris was initially suspicious of your motives - if it had been your girlfriends idea she would probably have phoned and explained everything for you - so it would not have been so embarrassing when you came in - I just explored this a little more today and we became convinced that you were lying about the party. Now we are just helping you to come to terms with yourself and what you want." "But I'm not sure this is what I want" I said more assertively. "We'll that's too fucking bad then" Kelly had suddenly switched back to a more aggressive tone. "As I said before, I don't like being taken for an idiot. And you will do what we want tonight. You see, the security camera we have installed will have some pretty good photos of you by now in the salon. A good before and after pic on the window outside will pay a good testament to the capability of our skills and services. I'm sure you would prefer that we don't use them - although that's up to you." "You wouldn't... that's blackmail....I mean you can't." "Go and tell someone then - who? If you want to keep everything quiet just do what we say and I won't display the pictures." At this point, a taxi that Kelly had ordered arrived and we left the salon for town. As Kelly had said, we had something to eat in a pizza place first. Kelly did not want me to eat too much and I only had a slice of pizza and some salad. She said that I needed to lose weight to get my figure in better shape. I don't think that I could have eaten much more anyway since the corset was tightening too much on my stomach. The waitress looked at us and asked if it was a hen night or something. No, Kelly laughed, just a girls night out to have some fun. I didn't think that the waitress noticed me, or if she did, she didn't say anything. We soon moved onto a popular bar arriving at around 9:30. It was a typical Friday night and the place was packed out with people. However, seven of us girls had no problem getting chairs and a table near one of the corners. Pop music from a juke box blared out and the noise from drunken conversations provided a constant background sound. The girls were all having a mixture of bottled beer, wine and spirits. Due to a lack of food and the combination of drink, I was already beginning to get tipsy by the third round. I needed to go the toilet and raised myself unsteadily and made my way over to the lavatory walking with difficulty due to a combination of the drink and high heels. I started to open the door as Amanda took my arm, "You must be drunk... that's the wrong door Sammie... it's this one." as she led me to the ladies. I found a spare cubicle and took down my panties. For a moment I was going to stand and pee and then remembered what Kelly had done. I shuffled myself around in the cramped space and slumped down onto the seat. It seemed an eternity before I could go and I wondered if Kelly had tied the ribbon so tight that she was restricting my flow. However I eventually managed to relieve myself. I raised myself again pulled up my panties and left the cubicle to find Amanda waiting for me. She looked around the room and then said, "lift up your dress." I looked at her blankly and so instead she took hold of the hem by herself and lifted it slightly. She put her spare hand under the cover and felt around my crotch. "Kelly just wanted me to check you didn't let anything out that you're not meant to." she said as she took her hand away and let the dress fall back down again. We walked back to the table together to find another round of drinks waiting. Amanda sat down and then said to Kelly, "'isn't that Richard Marshall over there... standing by the bar?" Kelly and a few others turned around and peered over at the bar. "Yeah, that's him... toe rag. Look at him, Friday night and getting pissed with his mates, lecherous areshole. The big dick.." Kelly tittered as the other girls laughed. "Hey.. I've an idea though... Clare, go over to the bar and ask him if he wants to come over... on his own mind.. tell him we're on a girls night out." The others girls all groaned. "Not him, please Kelly... can't we just have a good night for once without..." Tracy said. "No, trust me girls.. go on Clare" she urged. The young girl stood up and eased her way through the crowd to the bar. From the distance we could see her talking to the young man that Amanda had spotted. He was maybe 5' 11" tall, thin but not gangly, wore a sharp dark suit and had jet black hair which was worn off his face. After a few more minutes Clare made her way back to the table followed by the man. Clare sat down in her seat and Richard stood behind her. "Hi Richard" Kelly called out across the table. "Didn't know you came in here; thought a wine bar was more your style." Richard laughed to himself. "Well Kelly, I'm just having a few beers with the boys. But I'm more surprised at you girls... thought you were all really quiet lasses, stay-at-home types, not ones for being out this late at night... maybe I should review my opinions of you Kelly." Kelly looked at him with a malicious grin. "I think you know the girls from the salon, there's Clare of course, Tracy, Amanda, Sue, Chris and Jo. You haven't made my sister though before have you... this is Samantha... or Sammie as we call her." "Hi girls" Richard said looking around. "Sammie's staying with me the weekend... she's split up with her boyfriend last week and is really upset... poor thing.... I told her men aren't worth it Richard... what do you think?" "Depends on the man" Richard said. "Some just don't know how to treat a woman." "Not like you eh Richard? Always have a nice word for the ladies don't you!" Richard smiled at Kelly's comment. "I do try Kelly, just to make your day more pleasant." Kelly turned to face me. "Richard is a salesman for a series of products that we use in the salon Sammie.. he comes in about once a month for a couple of hours. Always has a word of flattery for the ladies don't you." She paused for a few moments and then added, "C'mon Sammie it's time to powder our noses." I looked at her confused as she stood up. I recognised the female code word for going to the lavatory, but since I had only just returned I wondered what she could mean. She looked at me and rolled her eyes to indicate that she had meant me to join her. I stood up, again uneasily, and we left together to return to the ladies room. As she got passed the other girls she turned back to Richard and said "hope you can stick around a little bit longer Richard, make yourself comfortable between me and Sammie if you want." The man smiled and looked towards the two empty seats, "don't mind if I do" and he made his way over to sit down. In the ladies room, Kelly stood facing the mirror as she got her compact out of her handbag. Applying a little powder to her nose, she looked at me in the mirror. "Straighten up your hair a bit Sammie dear... I want you to look nice for Richard." I adjusted my hair a little to please her and then asked "why did you say I'm your sister... what has he got to do..." "Shush Sammie... now I want you to listen to me very carefully. I want you to play along with everything that I say out there. If you don't it will mean big trouble for you... do you understand me?" "Ye..yes" I gulped, concerned at what Kelly might have in mind. She continued speaking. "This is going to be quite important to me from a business point of view and I don't want anything screwing this up okay... ahh that's better... and you look hot too babe. Now come lets go back, don't want to keep our man waiting do we." Kelly led me back to the table. She sat down on one side of Richard and I had to sit on his other side, crushed between him and Sue. "So, you're Kelly's sister are you... is that a big or little sister?" I went to answer and then heard Kelly reply. "Oh sorry Richard, I should have said... Sammie is deaf and mute... ever since birth. She understands sign language though. I'll translate what you said, but she's younger by the way." Kelly adjusted herself so she could see me around Richard and made some strange movements with her hands. I looked at her for a moment and then realised that she wanted me to make some hand gestures back. I made a few frantic hand movements and a circular motion with a finger for good measure, not wanting to disappoint her. Kelly smiled and turned back to face Richard. "Sammie said to me that she thinks your quite a hunk Richard." Richard smiled to himself. "Tell her I think she's pretty hot herself." which Kelly followed up with some more hand gestures. I began to feel sick inside imagining where this conversation might end up. Everyone began to feel hot in the cramped corner and it was difficult to find a comfortable position to relax. Without a drink, Richard leaned back and rested an arm each around both Kelly and me. "Don't mind ladies do you?" he asked. I saw Kelly wince slightly but she told him no, adding that she also thought I might like it much more. We had one more round of drinks just before closing time. By this time, Richard's hand behind me had already started to come into more contact with my hair/wig. I could feel him stroking it gently with the back of his hand. Each time I looked at him I felt like I wanted to tell him to get lost, but he just smiled at me with a confidence in his ability of knowing how to handle the ladies. He moved his arm back around to the front and put it down beside me. He began to talk more with the other girls again, but then his hand wandered onto my leg, just above my knee. My body tightened as I felt his touch. He squeezed my leg firmly but gently and waited for a response. I went to move his hand away with mine, but as I did so, he took hold of my hand with his and stroked the back of it with his thumb. Then putting it back down again, he placed his arm back behind me, but rested it on my shoulders. I felt his hand reappear back around my far side as he began to stroke my hair once more and then gently rubbing my earlobe between his fingers. Kelly noticed and said to Richard, "I think Sammie is enjoying your attention tonight Richard. I'm sure it will help take her mind off the bastard that dumped her." Richard blushed, but didn't move his arm away. A few minutes after the bar had closed, some other guys made their way over to our table. "Hey Richard" one of the men called out. "Are you coming back over... or going onto a club or what..." Kelly leaned across to Richard and said, "We're going on to Jordan's in a minute Richard. You can come with us if you want, and keep Sammie company... but the rest of us are on a strictly girls night out okay.. no other men I'm afraid for tonight." Richard thought to himself for a moment and then turning back to the group of guys said, "sorry lads... got something else planned now for tonight. I'll give you a ring tomorrow though Graham and..." "I think I know what you've got planned for tonight Richard... good luck mate... she looks a bit of a go-er that one on your arm" as he looked at me. I tried to sit upright, but the drink and lack of food had now taken its toll. Everything was becoming a mellow haze and I just wanted to go to sleep. The cold air hitting my sparsely covered body as we stepped outside of the bar was a shock. I was used to feeling the effects on my face before, but never over my arms and shoulders and legs which were now exposed by my wearing the flimsy dress that Kelly had provided. As a group of seven girls and one guy, we staggered down the main street on towards the night club. The other girls were giggly and laughing as they moved along at a fair pace. I was struggling to walk so fast in the heels and feeling drunk. Kelly encouraged Richard to support me to help me along. He willingly obliged and put one of my arms around his shoulders and placed one of his arms around my torso drawing me in close to him as we walked. Kelly walked with us, with her on the other side of Richard, and they talked in part about me as Kelly made some fictitious stories up about my childhood and past boyfriends. Kelly was building an image of me as a bit of a raver, a girl who likes to party, but scares off many guys because of her disability. She assured Richard that I was a pretty liberal type of girl. I began to get really scared about how far Kelly was going to take this when we arrived at the club. As a group of seven girls and just one guy trying to get into a club that was desperate to attract single women, we had no problems getting in. Once inside I began to feel overwhelmed by the pulsating strobe lights, the changing colors and the loud music and large crowds massed around the bar and on the dance floor. Sensing my unease Richard misinterpreted it and pulled me in closer to him. I felt the warmth of his body pass easily through my dress and into me. He said something into my ear, instinctively on his part and then he felt embarrassment and turned to say something to Kelly which I couldn't hear. Once again, we luckily found an unoccupied table and sat down. Tracy, Sue and Amanda decided that they all wanted to go dancing and set off onto the floor to strut their stuff. Meanwhile Kelly got some more drinks and rejoined us at the table. She was delighted to find that Richard was still holding me close to him. "Say why don't you take Sammie out for a dance Richard?" He looked at me and then back at Kelly. "Do you think she's in a fit enough state? She looks a bit tired and maybe worse for the drink tonight." "Nonsense Richard Kelly retorted. "I know my sister, a real party animal. Once she gets out on the dance floor there's no stopping her usually. Listen their playing a few slower ones at the moment... chance for you two to get to know each other a little better and you can keep her upright then Richard. A bit of exercise might waken her up a bit.. I'll get her some orange juice as well." "Well if Sammie is happy to.." Kelly made a few gestures to me. I shook my head. "She's just shy" Kelly said turning back to Richard. "I'm just telling her that you're a really sweet guy and won't do anything to hurt her Richard." she said as she made more gestures to me. She was clearly indicating that I had to go through with this, so finally I nodded agreement. "There.. see. Okay I'll let you two go off and enjoy yourselves." Richard took me by the hand as I stood up. He led me down to the dance floor where the music was indeed slow. He placed both his arms around my shoulders and drew me close to him. I flinched slightly, but then despite my panic I realised I had to play along and placed my hands around his back snuggling my head against his chest, imagining the position that I had seen other women take in the past. I could feel his chest moving in and out as he breathed and the warmth of his body on my face. We moved around the floor slowly and in some sort of time with the music. I tried to catch glances of how the other women were behaving with their partners on the dance floor. I then felt one of Richard's arms move down my back gently. The hand gradually making its way lower and lower until he reached my butt. He began to stroke it firmly as we danced more and he then grabbed hold of more and more flesh, holding it and squeezing it tighter and tighter. I tried to move my body to release his grip, but he misread it as my becoming more aroused. It encouraged him further and he pressed his crotch into mine. He eventually let go of my butt but I then felt his hand gently caress me, until he reached the arch in my lower back. Holding me there, he pulled me in towards him even more tightly and then I felt a slight pressure on the top of my head. I looked up and realised he had just kissed me gently on my crown. My mind went into a panic once again. I looked up at him and he removed both his hands from me and then placed them on my head, holding me, as he leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. He looked intently in my eyes, his gaze never wavering, looking for some sign of encouragement or rebuttal. I was in shock, unable to react. Still looking for some reaction, Richard then grabbed the back of my head tighter and pulled me around as he placed his lips full on mine. His lips worked into a rhythm. I froze, I couldn't breath, I tried to keep my mouth shut, but it couldn't last, and as my mouth opened, Richard reacted more forcibly. He worked his tongue into my mouth, licking me, entwining out tongues, trying to arouse me. I felt like I wanted to gag, I wanted to puke. Finally, he withdrew and stood back, uncertain of where he stood with me and my reaction. He led me back to the table and we sat down. "Kelly, I'm not sure if Sammie... what she thinks of me." Kelly turned to me and made some gestures. I gestured back trying to make her understand that I no longer wanted any of this to go on. "She thinks your gorgeous" Kelly told Richard. Relieved he put his arm around me again, resting his hand on the side of my head. Then just applying a gentle pressure, he guided my head down into his lap where he began to stroke my face and hair. I began to drift off into a twilight dream state, almost comatose through drink, as I heard Tracy, Amanda and Sue return. They said something about my looking very content and that Richard was obviously being very good to me. I forced my way back up, despite Richard's obvious reluctance to let me go. I had a drink of the orange juice that Kelly had bought me. The cold chill of the drink as it washed down my throat was refreshing and sufficiently startling to reawaken some of my senses. I then began to feel sick again as I had an image of Richard's saliva mixing in with mine, washed down with the orange juice. I was about to be sick as Richard's hand, again coming into contact with my thigh, brought me back out of my world of thoughts and into reality. This time he had a firm full hand on my leg, about half way up the inside of my thigh, and it was moving. I looked down and saw the hand moving menacingly towards my skirt. Soon it was under the skirt and approaching my crotch. Finally I felt that I had to take action and took hold of the hand and firmly put it back on the chair. Richard looked offended, wounded even. I wondered for a brief moment if I had upset him, if he had felt guilty. However, it was soon clear that it was just a look of momentary disappointment, perhaps caused by my playing hard to get. The chase was clearly on for Richard now. My lack of resistance on the dance floor and Kelly's comments all designed to lead Richard on and not allow him to be discouraged were now stacked against me. Undeterred he again put his arm around my far shoulder. He drew me close to him and put his head down onto my nearer shoulder. He rubbed his head against my bare flesh for a few moments, snuglling closer. He then lifted his head back up and turned to kiss me on that shoulder. Suddenly I became more aware again of the lack of cover over my body, the realisation of the naked bare flesh that I was exposing. I felt his tongue on my skin, running up along my shoulder and then my neck. He carefully moved my hair back off my shoulder, sweeping it behind me, exposing my ear. His tongue continued to work up my neck. I felt goosebumps all over my body and a chill going down my spine. He reached my ear and I felt his tongue, invading me once more. Again he came back down my neck, this time a nibble, a bite. Finally in a moment of consuming passion once more, he turned me to face him. We looked into each others eyes. Mine possibly filled with fear and uncertainty, his with eagerness and hunger. He stroked my face gently with the back of his hand and then once more drew me closer to him, again our lips meeting full on. I waited, terrified for his tongue to invade me once more and then I saw the flash. The blinding white light. And then Richard's grip was released. "What..." Richard said as he spun around in the direction that the light had appeared. He saw Kelly holding the camera smiling. "What are you doing?" he asked her, confused. "One of those golden moments... just getting a keepsake... something to remember tonight by Richard dear." Kelly laughed. "I don't understand" Richard said. "Evidently you don't. But I'm quite happy to explain it to you now, before the evening ends. You see, you've been set up Richard.... You don't honestly think the girls in my salon like the chauvinistic way that you behave to them and me do you, your condescending remarks and leering at us all the time. Really, you do just have a one track mind." "But you said I could... you invited me here...you said your sister, Sammie needed.." "Hah. My sister Sammie. You're right, we did invite you here, but I don't have a sister Richard." "Then who is this?" he said pointing to me. "Oh dear. That's Mark I'm afraid Richard. Our little tart here is a sissy boy, a pervie who wanted me to give him a nice pretty hair style. Problem is, he lied to us, so we made him come out tonight, just as one of the girls." I turned purple with embarrassment, but Richard was glowing red with rage. He swung around and in my drunken state I never even saw the fist as it glanced the side of my head. Before anyone could react Richard had slapped me again across the cheek with the back of his hand and then the two of the girls grabbed hold of his arm. I pulled myself away sobbing and shaking with fright. Richard glared at me and then back at Kelly, unsure who to hate more. Clare held my shaking body and turned my head to face her. "No blood" she told me, "just a slight reddening, maybe a bruise tomorrow." Jo called over, "a bit of concealer will hide that Sammie dear." The girls holding Richard's arm laughed, but Kelly and Clare didn't. "Why?" Richard asked Kelly his voice pleading and broken. "The opportunity was too good to miss. I never planned it this way, not until Amanda saw you in the bar. We wanted to teach our tart here a lesson, but you.... well, you were too good an opportunity to turn down and I knew that you thought yourself as God's gift to women.. you didn't need much encouragement... and I was right." "But the picture, why.." "Oh that's easy Richard dear. Blackmail, pure and simple. But not in a financial sense so don't look so worried. I just think it's payback time for the all nasty comments you've made and the uneasiness we've had to feel in the past when you've been around. So, now it's your turn. You get a chance to see how it feels to be on the other end of the boot." "I don't understand, what do you mean?" "Oh it's simple Richard. If you and Mark" she looked at me briefly pausing to make sure she had caught my attention as well, "don't want this photograph to be made public, then we'll be having a girls night out every Friday night. I want both of you to be at the salon by Six for a little pri