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Preface. Some of this story is true. Other bits aren't. I won't say which! The story to date has been written for the past two months and I hoped to finish it off before now. However, due to pressures of work and other stories I have under development I decided to post the first part here - there is a long way to go yet. Please let me know if you like this, or dislike it. You may inspire me to finish it yet! Thanks, Paula Model by Paula Hanson Any feedback as ever is appreciated. (Please email any comments to [email protected]) Chapter 1. The first cut It was when I was twelve years old that I got a bad haircut. I had been allowed for the past couple of years to take myself to the local barbershop which was only fifteen minutes from my home. However with the ensuing years I had started to get interested in what was more fashionable than the traditional short back and sides that I had been used to. It was on this occasion that I had asked for a much more stylish cut where the top was left longer and the back and sides cut more short. Unfortunately, my more traditonal Aunt and legal guardian either didn't appreciate fashion, or it really was a bad cut. Either way, she was not happy with me and told me that I couldn't take myself to get a haircut again until I had learnt some sense of style. However, with time she mellowed a bit, but one day, before my next cut, she announced that she had asked Mary, her hairdresser, to cut my hair when it was next due. "But she's a woman's hairdresser", I retorted, "I can't go to a women's salon to get my haircut." "Of course you can," my Aunt replied. "I have asked Mary and she says that she doesn't normally do boys or men, but she makes exceptions for relatives of her clients. So its all set, you can go in a couple of weeks. I have made the appointment for 4:30 on the Thursday, after school. It will be quieter then and I trust her to give you a better cut than the last one that you got." So that was it. No more arguments. The time passed quickly, as it does when your just a kid, and it soon came to that Thursday. All during the afternoon, my mind had been concentrating more on the appointment than my schoolwork. And in particular, how was I going to shake off my school friends so I could get to the salon without being spotted. In the end it proved not so difficult to lose everyone. However, the salon was located on the corner of a main road with lots of people walking up and down. As I approached the salon, I started getting butterflies in my stomach and I became aware of all the people walking up and down the road. What if I get spotted by someone I know, I thought. The embarassment of me, a boy, going to a woman's salon for a haircut would be too much. The boys in school would never let me live it down. It was not the fear or anticipation of what Mary might do to me that bothered me, it was just being seen. I got to the corner of the street and waited by the corner, briefly just scanning everyone in the immediate area to see if I knew anyone, or if anyone was looking at me in particular. Then once satisfied I was in the clear, I quickly walked around the corner and entered the salon through the side- door. The salon was actually located upstairs, above a dry cleaners. I climbed the stairs pensively, reaching one level and then turning to climb up another level. Finally, as I turned into a third set of steps I saw the entrance to the salon. It was a glass door, closed, but too late someone had spotted me. I quickly climbed the rest of the stairs and opened the door, trying to stand as tall as I could, but with my heart pounding with trepidation. "Hi, are you Paul?", the tall blond woman asked. "Ye.. yes", I stammered. "My name's Tina", she said, "Mary is just finishing off a client. She'll be with you in a few minutes. Take a seat." As I sat down she asked if I wanted a tea or coffee. I asked for a coffee and waited. I sat on a couch just near the main entrance. To my right was the door and to my left was the reception desk. Just in front of me was a curtain rail with coats and gowns hanging on it. This obscured most of my view of the rest of the salon, although I could just see one of the stylist work areas. It was a novel experience for me as I had never been into or seen the inside of a womens/unisex salon before. The standard barbershop had been my only experience so far. Soon Tina returned with my coffee. She smiled as she passed it to me and returned to the reception desk without saying anything else. About five minutes passed before two women appeared from behind my obscured view. One was a shorter older woman wearing a sort of apron. I assumed this was Mary and the other woman took off her gown and passed it to Tina, as she settled her account. She looked at me, as Tina helped her on with her coat and then she left. "Hello Paul", Mary said. ''OK if you would like to slip this on please." She helped me on with a gown. "Just follow me", and I followed her around the corner. She led me over to the wash basins located at the far end of the salon. "Just sit down here" she said indicating to one of the seats. She went around behind me and then drapped a towel around my shoulders. "Just lean back now, thats right" as I did so. Again, I was fascinated by the experience of just having my hair washed in a salon for the first time, and with a back wash sink at that. Mary meticolously lathered up my hair and rinsed it off. Then after repeating the process, she asked me to sit up and then wrapped the towel around my head turban style. "OK, off we go again", she smiled as she beckoned me to one of the work stations. After I sat down, Mary undid the wrapped towel and gently dabbed much of the wet out of it. She then combed it through carefully in different directions, assessing the way the hair fell naturally. "Your Aunt said that you had a bad experience last time, is that right?" she asked. "Sort of" I replied. "I wanted something a bit more fashionable than the short back and sides I have been getting since I was a kid. I just fancied something different, but my Aunt didn't like it." "Hmmm. I see that you have very thick hair, and its very straight too. Does it stick up when you have it cut short?" Mary asked. "Yes. Both at the back and just here in the front where I comb it to the side" I answered. "So did you want something a bit longer than what you have had in the past", Mary was both probing and thinking at the same time. I told her yes and so she carried on rearranging my hair with her comb and fingers. "OK", she said, "I think I know what to do. It will take a few months to get it into the shape that you really want, since it will take time for your hair to grow, but we can start now and keep working at it. Just no more trips to the hackers OK - trust me and let me style it and I think you'll get what you want. Is it a deal?" "Great" I said and smiled back at her, "you've got a deal. I just don't want to look too girly, if you know what I mean." Mary laughed, "That's OK. Look this may be a ladies salon, but I do cut guys hair and know what I am doing. Just lighten up a little though. We are just going to have to work at it a bit because your hair is so difficult to control. And a longer style should look better on you." With that she combed it into more or less the direction I normally wore it and she cut into it carefully, continuing to check the way it lied from time to time. After finishing the cutting, she explained that she had left the hair coming down from top of the head, at the back longer and fuller than before, to help control the bits that stick up. "We'll keep growing the top down for the next few months to give some weight to the cut", she explained. So far nothing feminine, I thought, about this. And then only at the end did she surprise me. She got a blowdryer and brush, but she also had in her hand a hairnet. She took the net and clipped it just so it hung over the back hair. "I am just using this as a veil" she explained again "so that it will help keep the hair flatter as I dry it". In ten minutes she had finished the blowdry and showed me how it all looked in the mirror. I had to confess that it was a better cut than last time and she and I were both pleased. As was my Aunt that evening. Chapter 2. The second cut Around six-eight weeks passed and it was time for another cut. This time my Aunt didn't have to persuade me too hard to agree to the appointment, although I was still a bit concerned about being seen by friends going into the salon. However, I thought nothing too bad had happened the first time and Mary seemed to know what she was doing, so off I went. Again the appointment had been made for mid-week, this time a Wednesday afternoon, but since it coincided with a school holiday, the appointment was for 2:00. I arrived near the salon with just a couple of minutes spare (I didn't want to hang around in the salon for too long). However after a quick glance around, I spotted one of the kids from school - not a friend, but someone I knew all the same. There was a call box just on the corner, so I dived into that so I could see when he had gone. Five minutes passed and then ten minutes, and still he was there. However, at one point he was looking intently into a shop window facing away from the salon, so I decided to chance it. I jumped out of the and quickly made my way into the salon entrance. After quickly climbing the stairs, I walked into the salon and Tina was waiting for me again. "Bit late today.." she looked at me, perhaps a little disapprovingly. "Still not to worry, Mary is just finishing off someone. If you slip on this gown and follow me, I'll wash your hair." I followed Tina around to the basins and again leant back ready for a relaxing shampoo. As with the first time, Tina lathered up the hair nicely and then as something different she used a strongly bristled brush, maybe plastic, to comb the hair through. Again she repeated the process, but this time she also added some conditioner to the hair before a final rinse. A few minutes later, sitting at the work place, Mary was again combing through my hair. "It's coming along nicely", she commented. "We'll just do another tidy up today since we still want some more length - are you happy with that?" I nodded. This time, she combed through the back once more and then took a centre line part and twisted a section of hair securing it with a butterfly clip. She repeated the same on the other side. It was an unusual sensation having my hair twisted and clipped up, but not one that I minded. I watched her intently as she worked, noticing the care in which she evened up the layers, working on a section of hair at a time. Unclipping and resecuring the hair working her way from the back towards the front. Finally when she got to the bangs, she cut into them slightly at an angle, just tapering them. "I think you should grow this front bit a little longer. We can do more with some styling that way." I again just nodded. I wasn't sure if she was asking my opinion or telling me what she was going to do. I left it to her. She obviously knew a lot more about hair than I did. Just as Mary was about to start blow-drying my hair, I noticed another younger blond haired girl in the salon. I hadn't seen her the first time or even until this point. However, she was clearly a staff member since she was busying herself clearing some materials away from a workstation. As Mary combed my hair into place preparing for a blow-dry, I noticed that she had the hairnet in her hands again. This time she clipped it to the front of my hair first and I felt some embarrassment as I could see the younger girl watching me. Mary used a round brush on the back hair, rolling it around the brush to create some volume, and then just waved the blowdryer around the netted front hair, just drying it off. After finishing, she combed it all through once more and then added some hair spray to hold it in place. As we walked back around to the reception desk, the younger girl smiled at me, but didn't say anything. I nodded an acknowledgment back, but somehow felt embarrassed that someone other than Mary or Tina had seen me with the hairnet. I wasn't sure whether this feeling was due to the girl being much closer to my age, or whether it was just the look that she was giving me. Chapter 3. Denise Over the next four months I went a couple more times. The pattern by now was fairly similar although Mary no longer used the hairnet when drying my hair. On the fourth visit, I asked her why out of interest and she explained that she no longer needed to because my hair was now longer and the weight held itself down more. "See", she said, "I told you that I wasn't going to embarrass you for the sake of it. I just use the occasional feminine trick when we need to in order to control your hair." I agreed, she was being fair and I trusted her for that. By the time my fifth appointment at the salon had arrived, it had been 9 months since I had first gone there. By this time, my hair had got appreciably longer although Mary was keeping it well styled. The back was now just licking past the collar of my shirts and the sides were much more even and covering the ears. My bangs also, were now around nose length, although Mary had managed to keep these fairly well trained and through parting to the left, they posed no problem for me. I hadn't seen the younger blond girl in either of my last two visits but on this fifth occasion, she was at the reception desk when I entered the salon. "Hello Paul" she said as I walked in. "Hi" I replied, a little surprised to see her. She helped take my coat off and assisted me with a gown. She then led me to the basin area where she proceeded to wash my hair with the same care and attention that Mary and Tina had done in the past. In fact, the firmer, deeper strokes of this girl was a much nicer experience and I was sorry when she had finished. Before starting the cut this time, Mary said that we needed to start thinking of where we wanted to go in the coming next couple of months. She explained to me that all she had done so far was create a shape and get some length into the hair in order that she could create a style. Now she had that basis, I had a number of options open to me. I could carry on growing my hair all over, I could maintain it around its current length, or I could go back to a shorter style but one that she could now cut keeping areas which needed to be longer to have the extra weight needed as required. At this short notice, I couldn't really decide and so said that I may as well keep growing it this time. So Mary again trimmed my hair and styled it in much the same way as she had been doing so before. She told me though to bring a photo of a style that I liked next time so that we had something that she could work towards. I agreed. As I paid at the reception desk, I dropped a tip into a jar labeled Mary and noticed there were two others, one with Tina written on it and the other Denise. I assumed that Denise was the younger blond girl who had washed my hair and put in an equal tip for her. Chapter 4. Style selection Time quickly passed to the next salon visit, which was this time only six weeks later. I was beginning to find that the longer style was a bit more difficult to manage than I had been use to before. However, I hadn't really seen any photos of styles that I wanted and hadn't given it too much thought. So I arrived at the salon rather ill prepared. Again as I entered through the door, Denise was there to greet me. She helped me into a gown, but then sat me down on the couch. At the same time, Mary appeared, said hello and asked me what style I had selected for today. I confessed that I hadn't actually bought one with me and that I had been having trouble finding something that I really liked. Mary smiled and looked at Denise and said "It looks as though Paul needs a hand finding something. Go and get the style books Denise and lets see if we can help Paul out here." Denise quickly returned with four lever arch files filled with photographs and cuttings from magazines. "Now Paul", Mary explained, "you have to remember that we are a ladies salon so I don't really have many photos of men in here. And anyway as I am sure you have seen, there aren't too many photos of guys with longish hair anyway. So remembering that, keep an open mind here, as we go through some of the styles in these books. I'll let Denise help you find something, since she is closer to your age anyway. When you find something, let me know and we can get started." Denise and I looked through the books over the next ten minutes. It mainly consisted of Denise saying "what about this one", or "what about that one", with a lot of enthusiasm. However, I was just horrified at looking at all these pictures of women's styles, finding it hard to grasp that I was actually meant to pick one of these out. Eventually Denise realizing that my enthusiasm was nowhere near her's put the books down on a table and turned to speak to me. "C'mon Paul. Don't focus on the fact that these are all women models here, a number of these styles can and are worn by guys as well. Its just that there aren't many photos of them in the press, and we just don't have any here. You have to agree that longer hair suits you, and in the time you have been coming here, you hair looks much better. So cheer up, I think there are two or three styles here that would really look great on you....". Denise had cheered me up and in the end our decision boiled down to three styles as she had suggested. The first was a longer shag type cut, with the models hair longer than mine currently was. The second style was a pageboy cut and the third style was more of a bob cut. In the end Denise and I agreed that the shag cut might be the better cut for continuing to grow my hair out and was also a style that a number of guys were wearing at that time. The bob cut and pageboy we agreed were a bit too girly and too neat. So Denise called Mary over and showed her our choice. "That's a nice one Paul. Keeps your choices open for the future and is a fashionable style as well. OK, lets get you washed and then we can get started." Denise again did the washing, and Mary did the cut, spending more time than previously getting the basic shape right and then blowdrying the hair, using a roller brush, rolling the hair under to create a slight undercurl. The only change to the style that Mary had made, was to insist that I keep growing my bangs longer still. By the time Mary had finished, the style looked great, and it did suit my face shape as Denise had suggested, but it also certainly looked more feminine than before. I was a little worried how my Aunt and the others at school would react to it. I needn't have worried so much. In fact no-one really noticed or felt moved to comment. The only remark that I did get was from my Aunt who said that she thought that my hair was getting too long now, but she admitted that it was a nice shape. Chapter 5. A Favor Another visit passed and it had now been a year since I had been going to the salon. I continued to keep the shag style going for the next two visits and actually got quite attracted to the style, and also to the flexibility that it gave me to keep growing my hair longer still. My hair was now below collar length, actually nearing shoulder length at the back, and the sides were not too far behind. The only problem I was having was that since my hair was quite thick and heavy, it was hard to keep any volume in the style. Still Mary had a solution for that. "A perm", I squawked, screwing up my nose for good measure. "I said a body perm Paul. Its not a curly type of perm that you're thinking of - its one which gives you a lot more volume and well, body." "I'm not sure Mary. I mean its permanent isn't it. Its gonna be kind of obvious that I have had something like a perm done as well. I just don't feel confident in going through with it." "I understand your feeling nervous about it. But have I let you down yet", Mary replied. "Well no, but..." I said. "There is another option", Mary quickly added, cutting me off, "I could show you what it would look like without it being permanent. Will you agree to that." "I suppose so. But its not permanent yeah? You could wash it straight out after." "Yes, promise", Mary smiled. "OK you've got me. I'll give the Non-permanent option a go first OK." "OK, well do that today then. That way if you agree to the perm, we can fit you in next week or the week after. I don't have time to do you myself after the cut, but Denise can roll you up and comb you out." "What do you mean roll me up?" I asked. Mary smiled at me again and explained, "Well, if you don't have the perm, I'll get Denise to set your hair on rollers this time. They will give you much the same effect, but without the permanent solution it will just wash out next time you wash your hair." "But have my hair set..... on rollers.... under a dryer..... I'll look stupid" I replied. "Look there is only you and another woman in the salon at the same time", Mary said. "And this is a woman's salon - she probably won't even notice that you're a guy getting his hair rolled. You're hair is pretty long for a guy now you know!" In the end I agreed. Denise washed and conditioned my hair first and then Mary did a quick trim, but careful not to take too much off in case she was going to do the perm the following week. After she had finished, she then passed me back to Denise for my set. I repositioned myself over to Denise's work place. She stood behind me with a large smile beaming across her face and said "Don't worry - its quite painless Paul." She carefully combed through my hair, all the way through from the roots to the ends, taking any tangles out. Next she took a bottle of some solution and poured it initially just over the hair around my temples and then a little further back. She then combed the hair through once again making sure the solution was evenly distributed throughout. Next Denise took her tail-comb and slipped it under a section of hair, so I could feel a quick sensation of the cold steel in contact with my scalp. She then raised the section of hair, pulling it taught. Combed it through and then placed a roller just at the end. She then proceeded to wind the roller towards my scalp until it was fairly tight and she then secured it with a pin. Again she repeated the process a second and then third time, and so on until my entire head was covered with mesh rollers. The sensation of tightness on my scalp was interesting and another new experience for me. In the meantime Mary's new client had come in and Mary was working with her. I had been so absorbed watching Denise work that I hadn't notice her pass, and as Mary had suggested, I don't suppose she had noticed me either. Denise checked that I was comfortable and then placed a blue triangle net over my roller filled head and pulled it tight, knotting it at the back. She then led me to the hood dryers, which were directly behind where Mary was working. I tried to avoid eye contact through the mirror with the woman. And Mary turned to me and gave me an encouraging smile but didn't say anything to me. Denise sat me under a dryer and pulled the hood down. She explained that I would be under the dryer for around 30-40 minutes and asked if I wanted a drink and some magazines to read. I agreed and she shortly returned with a cup of coffee and some magazines, comprising Vogue, Good Housekeeping and Hello. She said something, but I couldn't hear her under the noise of the dryer, so I just gave her the thumbs up. She thumbed me back. After around 30 minutes, I saw Mary's client preparing to leave so I buired my head in a magazine and made sure I was looking down until she had gone from my line of view. She had seemed to be standing over me for some time, but I don't know whether she was looking at me or not. I was wearing jeans and a sweater, I am not sure there was anything obviously masculine or feminine about me under the dryer when she couldn't see my face. Eventually my time was up and Denise got me from under the dryer and escorted me back to her workstation. She removed the net and rollers efficiently and proceeded to comb out the style using her fingers as well as a small round brush to tease the style into shape. Finally she exclaimed that she was happy with it and asked me what I thought. I was pretty well amazed. She had indeed created some extra volume, but without it looking too feminine or bouffant. It added a nice touch to the style and she had pretty well won me over to the look. She smiled triumphantly and called Mary over. Mary too was impressed and asked me what I thought. I conceded that I did indeed like the look and wanted to clarify whether the perm would look like that. She told me it would, but without the hassle of needing to set it everyday. "OK", I said, "I'll try this perm sometime then... when can you fit me in." Mary looked through her diary and said, "why not give it a couple of weeks. See how you feel again then and in the meantime if you want another set, just call." I laughed and agreed to her making a provisional booking for me in two weeks time. As Denise helped me off with my gown and handed me my coat, she said "Paul, I wonder if I can ask you whether you would be willing to help me out with a favor. I have checked with Mary and she say's its OK to ask you..." "Sure, go ahead... what is it", I said a little surprised and curious. Although I was sufficiently smitten by Denise that I probably knew I would say yes anyway. "Well, you probably know that I am doing my apprenticeship here and do a day of training at college once a week, on Thursday's. Well I have been asked if I want to compete in a local hair styling competition open to apprentice's and trainees. There is a prize for both the winning stylist and model and it would be a great boost to my career if I could win it. The only thing is that the two people I originally hoped would model for me have had to pull out. I am sort of left in limbo and there is only seven weeks to the competition. You have really nice hair, Paul, and I was wondering if you would model for me. Mary has agreed that if you do, she will give you half price treatments for an entire year..." "Sure", I said, "if I can help. No problem!" "There is just one problem though Paul, although we can work it out. You see, I am apprentice in a ladies salon and am down in the category of woman's hairstyling for the competition. Its too late to change now, and even if it weren't your hair is too long for a guy's style; its much more traditional cuts in that group. You see, you need to model for me as a woman. But I am so glad that you have agreed to help me out" and she gave me a big hug before I could even utter a word. I was never given the opportunity to say whether I agreed or not again. Denise just continued to tell me how pleased she was, how much she appreciated my help and in particular that I needn't worry, that her and Mary would fix everything and I would look just the part by the time the competition arrived. In the end it was agreed that I had to come back to the salon in one weeks time, not for the perm, but so Denise could try and find the right style for the competition, and also so we could get started on passing me off as her female model. I left the salon slightly dumbstruck and not certain what I had let myself in for. Chapter 6. Transformation During the next week, I wondered whether to tell my Aunt what had happened, and equally wondered whether Mary had told my Aunt, after all she had her hair set with Mary every Saturday. However, in the end I decided not to, and waited to see if my Aunt would raise the subject; she didn't. Also during the week I wondered whether I could get out of the agreement with Denise. How had I got myself into it, I wondered. I tried to replay events of not only that week, but the previous visits before. It was a complete surprise and I couldn't possibly see how it could work. Still I decided that it would be easier to play along that upset Denise now, especially after her other friends had pulled out. And anyway, Mary might let me have the half price treatments, if I play along, even if she and Denise decide that the charade can't work in the end. Nonetheless I found myself watching the girls at school much more closely this week, wondering what was in store for me and watching their mannerisms to see if I could imitate them at home in the privacy of my bedroom. Wednesday soon arrived again and I arrived at the salon about 5:00 as agreed which corresponded just to around normal closing time. As I entered the salon, Tina waved me in and asked me to wait on the couch. She said that Denise and Mary were just finishing off clients. I had a cup of coffee as I waited for both of them to finish. Ten minutes later, Tina, Mary and Denise were all sitting with me, with the style books open once again, but this time looking at disticntly more feminine styles. "So you have got an hour and a quarter to do the style from start to finish is that right Denise?", Tina asked. Denise nodded. "In that case", Mary said "it's better to go for a fairly simple cut and style that looks good and is quick to do and tends to go without problems most times!" "But there are extra points available depending on the complexity of the style as well - so it becomes a trade off", Denise explained. The three women talked among themselves for a few more minutes, but in the end agreed that Denise needed to create a style that suited my face and appearance and that looked reasonably complex and stylish while being one that she could easily manage in the time available. They then poured over the styling books taking out pictures from the folders as they went along. In the end they had a pile of around 12 styles. They whittled these down to just five after discussing them. For various reasons the others were rejected either because they were too complex, too easy, or they didn't suit my face or hair type. Of the remaining five, they agreed that Denise needed to try each of them on me. They showed me each of the styles. Two were very fancy up-do's with masses of curls piled high on top and secured with elegant clips and slides; another was a beautifully braided style based on a french plait; the fourth was also based on a braid with a topknot and the fifth was a loose style, again with lots of tight curls and ringlets. They collectively asked me what I thought. I just sat there speechless. "So what do you think Paul, which ones do you like?", Denise asked me. "Like!" I replied. I shook my head, "I can't believe that you think we can get away with this. All the styles, they're all so... so feminine. I'm just going to look stupid if you do any of these styles on me". Denise was quick to counter me. "No you won't, because you won't be wearing them as a boy. Like I said last week, we have to make you look like a girl, and act like a girl, be a girl even for the competition, otherwise both you and I will end up looking stupid. Maybe after we get you changed you'll see how easy this is going to be." "Changed" I repeated. "Yep. C'mon round to the back room and see what I got you to wear. By the time we've finished with you today, you'll see that it'll all be OK. Trust me!" Denise stood up and tugged at my wrist. I stood up and followed her around to the back store room. Inside the store room, there was a sports holdall on the table. Denise opened it and started pulling out various items. First out was a white blouse, next was a black pleated skirt, this was followed by white panties, pantihose, a plastic toiletry bag and then a bra. I looked incredulously at the pile that was beginning to form. Denise continued pulling things from the bag. Next she put some shoes on a table and then a necklace. "Wait, wait" I said "what are you going to do with all that." "I think that if you get changed first Paul and get more into your feminine role then it will make styling your hair that much easier" Denise replied. "You mean, you want me to wear these things. Sheesh, I can't believe this. When I said I would help you I never meant...". The sentence just trailed off, I could see that Denise was looking worried at me. "Paul, please. You agreed to help me out. And I know I am asking a lot, but it must be obvious that I am desperate if I am prepared to even consider asking a guy to play my model for me. But, you must realize that I asked before some other girlfriends who may have helped me out, just because your hair is so much nicer than their's and I think that you are prettier than them too". Denise smiled at me. "Please" she mouthed at me, tilting her head towards the clothes. I felt trapped. I didn't want to let her down, and she was even paying me a compliment. "Thanks for the compliment Denise, but I think guys prefer to be referred to as handsome and not pretty." "Cute?" she offered with a smile. I laughed, "not cute either!" I looked at her, the joke had taken some of the tension out of me. Thoughts raced through my mind. Could we pull this off. Would I look stupid. Who would know, or find out. "You really think we can pull this off?" I asked her. "Yes I do. Let's give it a try. If its obvious that it isn't going to work then we drop the idea - agreed!", she asked. With that concession I accepted. "OK first things first then" she said, "take off your clothes and lets get you changed." "Do I have to?" I asked sheepishly. "Of course you do" Denise insisted. "Look you've got to get use to wearing girls clothes, you need to feel comfortable in them - if you can't relax in front of me, Mary and Tina then you won't be ready when the competition comes round. Anyway, it will help me get in the mood for doing some really pretty things with your hair too." Denise continued to explain, "I got these clothes just for today really, just so you could get into the role a bit. They are really just a typical school girl type uniform. For the competition, I'll get something that is more complimentary to the style we choose." I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took that off. Eventually I stripped down to just my boxer shorts. "And those too" Denise said. "What in front of you" I blushed. "OK I'll turn around while you change into these" and she handed me the cotton panties. I took them gingerly and she turned her back to me. "Are you done yet?" she asked after a few minutes. "Almost" I answered as I finished pulling the much flimsier garment over my legs. "OK, but please don't laugh." She turned around. "That's not so bad is it?" "They feel a little tight and its hard to keep.." I blushed again. "Keep all your male bits in!" she laughed. "OK, we can work on that another day, but for today, just slip the skirt over and everything will be hidden." I quickly finished changing into the skirt and then Denise helped me on with the bra. She explained that it was a training bra worn by a number of girls around my age. I tried to protest saying that I couldn't really see the point of wearing a bra when I had nothing to support. However Denise pushed my skin from my abdomen area firmly up towards my nipples and surprised me by showing that I did have some cleavage. However, she let it relax again and filled the bra with the pantihose, smoothing them out into a reasonable shape. Finally I put the blouse on, but was initially confused by the buttons doing up the opposite way. Denise laughed again, "You need to get some practice in with some basics before the competition. OK sit down here now.." she patted a stool. I did as I was told. "No, not like that" she said "you need to fold your skirt under you as you sit down like this" and she mimed the action to me. I repeated the sitting procedure correctly this time. "That's right! For the moment I am just going to tie your hair back into a ponytail. When you go back into the salon and see yourself I want you to be in the part as much as possible." She brushed though my hair with a firm action, grabbing it at the back with her left hand just at the back of the crown. She then continued to brush it back and smooth the hair down into the grasping hand. Finally satisfied, I felt her tieing a band around the hair and then she pulled the tail tight in two directions, making the band ride up the hair close to the scalp. The sensation was strange. I felt a coolness where my hair was now no longer resting on the back of my neck, or around my ears. There was also a comforting tightness to wear the ponytail was tied. I heard her unzip the cosmetic bag and turned to see what she was doing. As I did so, I felt the sensation of the ponytail swish around. A tingle went down my back. "Now I am just going to apply some very light makeup today. Again, I can adjust the makeup to compliment the hairstyle once we have chosen it. So first, I am going to apply a little foundation..." she dabbed at my skin applying the foundation quickly and confidently. "Next just a little eyeliner. I could shape your brows for the competition, but they are pretty thin for a boy anyway and would pass for most girls of your age so I'll leave them for today." She applied the eye liner and then finished off as she explained, "just with a smidgeon of lip-gloss - nothing too tarty". "There we are" she said, "done at last. How do you feel?" "OK, I think". I looked at myself. Apart from the fact that I was wearing a blouse and skirt and had a bust line where there was normally just fatness I couldn't see any difference. Apart from a slightly different taste in my mouth from the lip-gloss and a slight stickiness and smell and also the sensation of the ponytail I didn't feel any different either. "C'mon then, lets go back into the salon and see what Tina and Mary think of our handiwork. And let you see yourself for the first time. Oh.. and just slip on these shoes first." I slipped the buckle shoes on my feet and then get up. As I stood I instinctively straightened out my skirt. Denise noticed and nodded encouragingly at me. Then she said, "you first Miss!" I stepped back out of the closet room into the salon. As I walked, I noticed the slightly more restrictive nature of the skirt, but also the coolness of the air as it breezed past my bare legs. Also with each step I felt the ponytail bouncing from side to side. Mary and Tina were sitting on the comfortable chairs for the hood dryers waiting for me to come out. "Wow" they both said in unison. Denise came up behind me and put her arm gently around my back and inched me forward. "Give us a twirl Paul", Tina called. I gave her a quick twirl and blushed as I stopped. "You really look good" she said and then turning to Denise "better than you hoped?" I saw Denise nod. "Come over here in front of the mirror" Mary said. I walked over to where Mary was standing. I stood in front of the mirror and saw Mary standing next to a tall attractive schoolgirl. The sort of schoolgirl that even that day I would have dreamt to have gone out with. I did a double take, could that really be me I wondered. The figure, shape, hair, even the face all looked so feminine. "Still don't think we can pull this off, Paula" Denise asked, emphasising the la sound at the end of her question. I tried to say no, but just shook my head in a yes and no motion. I was still stunned. In the end I said "OK, I am convinced, if you can do this to me in fifteen minutes, I hate to think what you could do with more time." "You've just got the right bone structure and figure, and that gorgeous thick mane of hair. Most girls your age would be dead jealous of what you have got. I have just helped to bring it out. Now come on Miss, its already a quarter to six and we have still got lots of work to do yet and I know you need to leave here by 8:00 to get home, so lets get cracking." Denise went off and returned shortly with a cape. She lifted my ponytail up and tied the cape behind my back and then led me to the wash basins. "Tonight I am going to do a deep conditioning treatment first to boost up your hair a bit, then we'll get on with one of the styles OK." She proceeded to wash my hair, once and then a second time, using the same deep strokes that she had used the time before. Meanwhile I could see Mary and Tina arranging things around one of the stations. After troweling off my hair slightly to remove all the wet, Denise then applied a splodge of thick cream just at the front of my hairline. She worked the cream into the hair, twisting it around and around. Then she did the same a little further back and repeated the process. She continued to do this all over the head working in small sections. Once completed, she continued to re-massage the head working the cream in more and more. She explained that the massage improved the circulation to the scalp and the combination of the cream and massage and heat treatment would give my hair a real boost. Eventually she stopped and asked me to sit up. As I did, she combed the hair through using a wide toothed comb, carefully taking out any snags. She combed the cream through the hair from the roots to the tips. Then she gathered all the loose length at the back and twisted it and twisted it while lifting it up until she had it secured firmly against the scalp. She then took a butterfly clip and snapped it in place holding the hair off my neck. Next she placed a plastic bag over the hair and twisted that at the back and secured that with a pin curl clip. She then led me over to the hood dryers. "Right, you need to sit under here for around twenty minutes to allow the heat to enhance the conditioning treatment. Meantime, I am going to give your nails a little shaping up." She pulled the hood down over my head and I felt the heat quickly building up. While I was under the dryer, Denise sat next to me. She took my left hand first and placed it on her lap. Tina and Mary had been busy preparing the manicure trolley that she was now using. First she applied some cream to my hand working it into the skin and nails. Next she pressed cuticles back. Then she shaped the nails up, trimming them first and then shaping them with a final. Finally, she applied a clear polish over them. She then repeated the process on the right hand. By the time she had finished, she turned off the hood dryer and took me back to the basin for a rinse out. "I noticed that you must be biting your nails" she said. "We can't have that, you need to take much more care of them. I am going to give you some clear polish to apply to them everyday - it has a nasty taste to it as well, so it should stop you biting them." After the rinsing out of the conditioning treatment, she wrapped my hair in a towel turban style and then led me back to her work station. Denise stood behind me as she removed the towel and patted my hair down. "We have about an hour and half tonight to do something, which is about the same amount of time we have in the competition so this will be good practice. I think I'll try this style first", and she showed me the picture. In it the model had a lavish head of large curls on her crown, with the side and back hair swept up, the ends hidden under the curls. Loose ringlets were pulled out from the sides just to frame the face. "I think this will look absolutely gorgeous on you" she enthused. I sighed deeply but this time not from cynicism, more from wonderment and anticipation. "Firstly though I just want to shape up your hair a bit better. The shag cut is OK, but I need to even up the layers a bit more." I must have looked worried because she added, "Don't worry I know you have got to leave here as a boy again." Denise worked quickly, but clearly pacing herself as though in the competition. For now there was no small talk, just intense concentration on her part. I tried to make conversation a couple of times, and she was pleasant to me, but made it clear that I should be quiet for the moment. She sectioned the hair off using the butterfly clamps, and then snipped off a fraction of an inch here and maybe as much as an inch elsewhere. I tried to understand what effect this would have on my normal style, but was lost in the ever moving flow of hair. Cut, re-section, clip, then cut again. The process was repeated. She seemed to remove more hair at the very longest ends and less at the shorter layers. Finally she had finished the cut. She then quickly moved onto the set. Using one and a quarter inch mesh rollers, she proceeded to wind the crown hair first. Working backwards in a standard brick setting pattern . She wound each roller smoothly. Sectioning a lock of hair with the tail comb, combing it through to the end, positioning the roller and then winding it back to the root, secure against the scalp but not too tight, and then securing it firmly with a pin. However, I noticed that she had left some strands loose at each side. When she had finished the rolling process, she wound these strands and secured them as pin curls. The cut and rolling procedure had taken her 40 minutes. It was now 6:55. "Damn" she said, "it took a little longer to get the cut right than I had hoped. All we can do is 40 minutes under the dryer tonight and then I'll have to comb it out and arrange it. Quick then" she tied a net around the hair and took me by the hand and replaced me back under the dryer. As she pulled the hood down she said "I want you to look at these magazines and see if you can find an outfit that you think would go with this style. Also see if there are any other styles you like." With that the dryer was on and I had around 20 magazines on my lap to work through. I had no real idea what I was meant to be looking at or for. However I thought I had better say something given all the effort that Denise had put into this evening. I tried to imagine myself wearing the hairstyle that Denise had planned and looked for similar ones in the magazine. I found a couple of pictures with similar styles and noted what the models were wearing, in both cases long low cut dresses with fairly heavy make-up. I marked the pages by folding the top corners over. I continued to look through the magazines and noticed lots of girls wearing styles where the ends of the hair seemed to flick up. One that caught my eye was a similar style, but the hair had been tied into a ponytail and lace used to tie the hair back. I wondered what that would be like as Denise re-appeared to switch off the dryer. I started to close the magazine, but she stopped me by putting her hand on the page. She took the magazine from me and lifted up the hood. As I walked back to the seat, she looked at the page I had been staring at. "You like ponytails don't you Paula?" I had noticed for the third time that she had called me Paula - I hadn't said anything before but was beginning to wonder if I should now. It somehow didn't seem worth raising, not since I was wearing girls clothes and having my hair set and was even wondering how I would look with a lace tied ponytail. "Ummm..s'pose so" I answered. "Me too" Denise said. "Not classy enough for the competition though, but I can do this for you sometime just for fun!" She undid the net and started removing the rollers carefully, unwinding each one slowly and letting the curl just fall and unravel sligtly under its own weight. She finished off with the pin curls. Instead of brushing the hair through as she had done the previous week, this time she just worked on the back and side hair initially, She skillfully worked it back up, securing it as she went with numerous bobby pins. As one side was completed the contrast was amazing. One side neat and the other a cascade of tumbling curls. "Maybe I should leave it like that" Denise said. "What do you think Tina, Mary?" The two other women came around to view it. "That looks beautiful Denise. Lets take a photo of Paula now before you finish it off, then we can compare the two styles" Tina said. A few moments later she returned with a camera. Click. Before I could even protest, or hide my face, the photo had been taken. The flash was partially blinding, catching me in the reflection from the mirror. Click again, another photo from a different angle. At least these were Polaroids I noticed. What if someone from the developers shop knew me I thought. Satisfied that the photos were OK, Denise proceeded to finish pinning up the remaining sections of hair. She then teased out the rest of the curls on the crown and also the pin curled strands at the sides. "Voila" she announced. "Now we just need something else to finish it off." She looked around for a few moments. "I think we could use some really fancy slides for effect, but this will do for the moment." She placed a large artificial flower just behind my right ear and pinned that into placed. "Great!" she beamed. "OK, lets get that gown off you now miss and see how you look." I stood up as she removed the cape and posed for the three women. Tina took some more photographs as they all complimented Denise on her creation and me on my look. We sat back down on the couch, this time I remembered to tuck my skirt under first. Denise complimented me saying "you have come a long way tonight - I think you'll agree now that we have got a chance in this competition." I nodded. "So did you find any outfits for this style" Denise asked me. I showed her the marked pages in the magazine. She looked thoughtfully and then said "great. I asked you to find some styles because I want you to be just as involved as I am. We can work on this look and try some other things out next time. Can you come back in again on Friday evening?" "Sure, well - I think so" I said. "Great. Have you enjoyed this evening Paul?" she asked again - this time I noticed using Paul again. "Hmm, well its been a different experience" I said tactfully. Denise wasn't going to let me off the hook though and she repeated the question. "OK, I guess I have enjoyed all the attention this evening and even some of the sensations" I admitted. "That's good" Denise said relieved. "I don't want to force you into anything you don't feel comfortable with." Well comfort was another matter, but I didn't argue the point. "Oh god" Denise then cried, "look it's gone eight already, we had better clean you up and get you back into your normal clothes. Ohhhh, its seems such a shame to wash all that out of your hair again, but I don't think your Aunt would approve." I realized then that they couldn't have told her what they were doing. Quickly Denise washed my hair once more and helped me remove all traces of the make up. I changed back into my normal clothes and within 10 minutes I was ready to leave as Paul again, albeit it with soaking wet hair. Denise escorted me to the door. "Look I want you to use this nail polish on your nails twice a day OK. It will help strengthen them and stop you biting them. Also keep an eye on the way the girls in school behave. Try and learn from them, we need to work on that much more in the next few weeks still if we are going to pull this off. See you on Friday, Paul and thanks." With that, Denise watched me go down the steps as I left the salon. I arrived back at my Aunts around 8:40 - a bit later than planned. She was not too happy with me and even less so that my hair was still pretty wet. I managed to make some excuse that I had been playing sports with some friends and had showered off at the end. That appeased her, for the moment at least. It was next morning when I brushed my hair through that I realized the difference the cut that Denise had given me the night before had made. It was now, so much more even in length and much more geometric. It was almost like a pageboy cut and definitely more feminine than the previous shag. Damn I wondered, how can I hide it. I tried combing the sides back behind my ears but it looked just as feminine that way. In the end I found an elastic band and tied it back into a low ponytail. At least guys wear their hair this way I thought. I took some ribbing that day at school, a bit from the guys, but a lot of jokes from the girls who said that they wanted to put my hair into pigtails tied with ribbons, or braid it back with a bow. I thought that it was a good job they hadn't seen me the night before. I would never live that down. Chapter 7. Setting patterns Friday's appointment arrived very quickly and I soon found myself climbing the stairs again to the salon. As I walked though the door, there was no one around, but then I heard a call from behind the dryers. "If that's you Paula, just come around, I'm almost ready for you." I walked around to where Denise's voice had called from and was horrified to see her combing out another client. I almost wanted to jump back out of sight, but Denise had certainly seen me and she nodded "Hi.... Hey I love the pony, you decided to do that since Wednesday have you?" "Um... yeah" I mumbled, hoping that the woman that Denise was finishing off hadn't noticed that I was a guy. "OK I'm just going to be a few more minutes finishing off Mrs Mitchell here and then I'll be with you. If you want to go into the back room, you can get change in there again. Same as last time more or less. Come out when you're ready." I scurried into the back room still hoping that Mrs Mitchell hadn't notice I was a guy. I couldn't believe that Denise had called me Paula in front of someone else. I thought this was meant to be a secret. What if she had known me or my Aunt. I slowly got changed into the panties and skirt that Denise had got out for me. The phrase 'more or less' wasn't quite accurate. The clothing was quite different from the previous time. Instead of a dark pleated schoolgirl type skirt, this time she had left out a longer cotton floral printed skirt. Also the blouse instead of being white was a pale yellow color and had a much more open cut. The panties too were much more skimpy than the previous occasion and I failed to hold any of my male parts into them. I pulled the skirt over and its bagginess covered almost everything. I undid my ponytail and then put on the bra as Denise had showed me the last time and filled out the cups in the same way also. I then slipped on the blouse. It was silk and the smoothness of the fabric made by skin tingle. The shoes at least were the same as last time and I put those on and waited for a few moments. I hadn't been concentrating, maybe Mrs Mitchell hadn't gone, maybe she had, I couldn't hear any noise. A few more minutes passed and in the end I peered around the door tentatively. I couldn't see anyone so I stepped out further. Just then Denise appeared from the reception desk. "C'mon out then. Don't be shy...." she gestured to me. I walked over towards her. "No, your taking far too wide steps. Take smaller steps, like you were wearing a tight skirt. I'll find you one for next time.. help you get used to it. So sit down here then..." she gestured to the seat where Mrs Mitchell had been sitting, the seat was still warm. "Before we really get started today, I wanted us to work a little on the look you need to have when we first arrive at the competition. Thinking about it see, we don't want you to look too good when you first arrive. It'll take the thunder out of the change we make during the competition, so we need to do just enough to make you into an average little miss schoolgirl for any girl your age for when you first arrive." She smiled putting her hands onto my shoulders and then started fluffing out my hair with her fingers. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Why did you call me Paula in front of that woman?" I asked. "OK you called me Paula the other night in front of Tina and Mary, but when I was dressed up I sort of understood and accepted that. But why today in front of that woman, when I was just me, a normal guy. She could have known me Denise. It would have blown everything." "Im sorry Paul, I just didn't think. Seeing you there in the ponytail and after the other night. All I have been doing since Wednesday is thinking of the feminine clothes you could wear, make up, hair styles. I just haven't really been thinking of you as a guy at all. It just slipped out. I'll try real hard to make sure it doesn't happen again. Its just that we don't want me to call you Paul when you're wearing a dress do you!" "Well no" I said. "Look, I don't think she even noticed..." At that point the alarm on the door rang. "Oh... hang on, I'd better see who that is." Denise walked back around to the reception area. "Mrs Mitchell, is something wrong?" My heart skipped a beat. I saw in the mirror the woman approach Denise at the reception desk. I wondered about dashing back to the room, but realised that would draw attention to myself. I slumped back further into the chair and hoped she didn't look over in my direction. Fate was against me! "I seem to have dropped my car keys dear" the woman told Denise. "I've looked in my bag and purse, and in all my coat pockets and can't find them anywhere. I must have lost them in here. Have you seen them anywhere?" "Oh..no...sorry" Denise said. "Maybe they fell out of a pocket while we washed your hair. Wait here and I'll check." Denise quickly walked around to the basins, a rush of air blowing against me as she sped past. However, the woman had decided not to stay put as Denise had suggested and she made her way over to me. Standing over me, she turned down to face me and asked "Have you seen any keys here dear. Denise was doing my hair just a few minutes ago and I've lost them since then." I looked at her panickingly and just shook my head. "Perhaps you could help me look for them" she asked. I nodded a yes and started standing up. She then made her way over the hood dryers, as I crouched onto the floor in search of the keys. "Maybe that young man could help us too" the woman asked Denise. "Which man?" Denise asked back. I glanced around looking at them, one then the other. "The one that you told to go into the store room, just before I left" the woman replied. "Oh...him. Sorry he left a minute ago. He was just dropping some supplies off" Denise looked across at me. "Ahh, I've found them" Denise cried. "Must have slipped out of your bag or pocket earlier and then got kicked up against the sink wall. Here you are Mrs Mitchell.." Denise handed her the keys. "Oh thank you dear" she took the keys from Denise, "and thank you too dear for helping me look. Sorry to disturb your appointment. I'll let you two girls get on now" and she disappeared back behind the dryers. As she opened the door, the alarm sounded again and then silence as the door shut. "Phewwww" Denise sighed out loud. She went back around to the door and I heard her lock it shut. She walked back up to behind me. "Now where were we Miss Paula! Maybe we don't need to do anything to pass you off as a young lady, even without make up or hairstyling. I can't believe how you had her fooled." I looked back at Denise, still almost speechless. My heart still racing. "Either she is short sighted, senile, or I really can pass for a girl" I said rhetorically. "Like I said before, doll, definitely the last. I know girls who would die for your looks. Now come on, we have wasted enough time, I think we were lucky then, but it shows we can do it." Denise started brushing my hair back and pulled it into a high ponytail again. She tied it back this time with a band and then took a strip of lace like in the photo that I had been looking at last time. She tied a bow around the ponytail and let long lengths of lace fall down loosely in amongst the fall. She showed me the effect in the mirror. "Do you like it?" I nodded and mouthed a yes to her. For the next hour, Denise played around with variations of the ponytail theme. High ponytails, low ponytails, pig tails, and various braids and up-dos. In the end, she explained that she wasn't going to set my hair tonight. I felt a little disappointed at this announcement and Denise noticed. "Don't worry, next time I'll make it up to you!" We decided to cut short the session in the end and agreed to meet again the following Tuesday and then on the Friday again. All weekend I kept thinking about how Mrs Mitchell had thought I was just a normal girl. I even found myself looking through my Aunt's women's magazines looking at the fashion and beauty sections trying to find a hairstyle that Denise hadn't yet thought of, hoping she would be pleased with me. As I went to sleep each night, I dreamt about what Denise had in store for me next. Chapter 8. Getting out of hand Tuesday soon arrived and again I made my way to the salon after school. It was now becoming almost routine for me and I had lost much of my initial nervousness. In fact, I was even beginning to enjoy it, thinking of it as an innocent dressing up game. However, this afternoon, Denise was going to make me realize just how serious it was for her at least. As on the previous Friday, just as I arrived, Tina and Mary were just leaving. As I entered the salon, Tina walked past and said, "Hope you have a good time again tonight..." and left. Denise was waiting for me this evening and took me around to the backroom without wasting any time for small talk. "Hi Paul-la" almost forgetting, the feminine form for once. "We've got a lot to do today so we had better get started quickly. I want you to strip down as normal and then put these panties on.." as she passed them to me. I did as I was told. "Now go and stand by that chair and just grab hold of the back with both hands." I did as she told me again, but realizing this was a bit different to what I had thought was the normal routine. Denise came up just behind me and I noticed her stretching her arms around me and then pulling up something fairly coarse against my waist. "This may be a bit tight"she said "and you'll have to breath in a bit" then she started pulling on something behind my back. I felt the garment tightening up all around my waist and chest. "Oww, that hurts... what is it?" I asked. "It's just a waist cincher" Denise replied matter-of-factly. "It will help give you a better shape. Nearly there!!" She pulled tighter still, until she couldn't get it to tighten anymore. I breathed deeply struggling to find my breath. "It will be OK" she said, "you just need to get used to it. Now lets see...OK, next put your arms up in the air, stretch them up... that's it." As I did so, this time she put the bra around my chest. Then she took some molded shapes from a bag and put one into each cup, waving them under my face as she did so. "Breast forms" she announced breezily. "Tina does some hairstyling work for a dramatics company some times. She managed to borrow these for a while, saying they were for a friend going to a fancy dress party. OK that looks good. Now where did I put that tape measure?" Denise found the tape measure in her bag and then came back around behind me again. "Not bad, 34B-28-34. How much do you weigh?" "Around 140lbs" I answered. "And height?" "About 5 feet 9." "Hmm, that's about what I thought. You could do with losing a little waist before the competition. The corset has pulled in a fair bit, but if you lose another 10lbs say in the next four weeks, we can get another 2-4 inches off that waist line. It will help your shape more. I think you had better start coming to aerobics with me from next week OK!" Denise looked at me, hands on hips. "Aerobics!" I repeated. She nodded and smiled. "Right, now put this blouse on and lets see how it looks with your cleavage." I did as I was told again. Denise was pleased with that result. "These