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Judy's First Beauty Salon Visit
by Janis Elizabeth
One of the joys being a teen-ager in the sixties
and seventies is, that with the British music
invasion of the Beatles, Dave Clark Five, etc.,
people had come to accept longer hair styles on
men and boys. It was in that environment, that I
was able to let my hair grow longer without
getting a lot of grief from my parents. It was
also one of those overt things that I could to be
to be more like a woman. Yes, in secret, I was
one of those guys that enjoyed wearing lingerie
and other women's clothing.
I was eleven or twelve when I first became
fascinated with my mother's soft and silky
lingerie. I remember the first time I slipped
into her room and wore her clothing, putting on
one of her bras, a pair of panties and a slip when
I was home alone. I used several pairs of her
silky panties to fill my bra cups and give me a
more feminine shape. The sensations that flooded
through my body were enough to fill my thoughts
with the joys and wonders of this clothing. As my
mother kept her lingerie drawer in an unorganized
state, it was easy for me to regularly remove some
of her lingerie and wear it while moving around
the house. It was also easy to replace, as my
mother would never have noticed that it was not in
the same position as before I borrowed it.
Since then, I have enjoyed wearing all manner of
women's outer clothing and lingerie. I even had
my own hidden supply of women's lingerie and outer
clothing, carefully acquired during several
shopping trips to distant malls. I would wear my
hidden treasures when my parents were not around.
To heighten the experience, I regularly shaved my
arms and legs and used depilatory cream over the
rest of my body. The sensation of feeling a silky
piece of lingerie against your hairless body is
one that is almost impossible to describe.
One of my favorite fantasies that I had was about
wearing at least a bra, panties, garter belt and
stockings while having my longish hair done in a
very feminine beauty salon. I had tried to do my
hair on rollers myself once or twice but was
frustrated by my inability to properly get my hair
tightly onto the rollers. At the time, I did not
have the patience, or the experience that it took
to properly set my hair on rollers.
I graduated from high school and went away to
college still wearing my hair at the same length
as some of those pop singers. However, it meant
that I had to wash and condition it regularly or
else I would have a mess of tangles and snarls.
Some teens adopted the messy look; I chose not to.
While my parents did not approve of my hair
length, wishing that I would wear it in a shorter
style, they did teach me always to be neat in
every aspect of my appearance, including my hair.
Within two or three blocks of the apartment where
I lived while at school, there was a series of
small stores and shops, one of which was a very
feminine looking beauty salon called 'A New Woman
Beauty Salon.' I had found it during my first
week on campus. After finding this beauty salon
so close and convenient to my apartment, I would
regularly walk past and look in at the
surroundings, seeing the women getting their hair
done while trying not to be too obvious by
staring.
One Tuesday in early September, I was in my
apartment after class. I had just put on a white
satin camisole, garter belt, white satin panties
and nude stockings. The feeling of its softness
next to my skin sent chills through my body. I
decided to leave my bra off for the time being.
Thus attired, I was all set to read and study when
I had an overpowering urge to go and get my hair
washed and set at 'A New Woman.' I have had these
desires on several occasions, but none previously
were as powerful as this urge that now consumed
me. It seemed like Mondays and Tuesdays were the
slow days at the salon. They also had a sign in
the window encouraging walk-ins. Rather than
remove it, I decided to leave my soft lingerie on.
I put my socks over my stockings, pulled my jeans
and shirt on, and tucked in my shirt so that my
panties would not be showing and slipped on my
loafers. It felt wonderful going out knowing that
I had on lingerie under my jeans and shirt.
I walked slowly to the beauty salon, trying to
build up my courage to go in. I even walked past
it once without stopping. I did look in and see
that there were no customers in the salon at that
time. On my second pass, I decided to go in and
see what would happen when I made my request. The
ever-present smell of setting lotions and
permanent wave solutions hit my nose as soon as I
entered. A little bell attached to the door
announced my presence. I stood patiently at the
front desk, waiting for the beautician to appear.
In a few minutes, an attractive woman in her late
twenties came out from the back.
"May I help you?" she asked. She had medium
length blond hair that was nicely fixed. Her
makeup was not overdone. She was wearing a denim
skirt and a short sleeve thin white cotton blouse.
I could see traces of the lace on her slip through
the blouse.
For a few seconds, I could not answer her
question. Finally, in a halting voice, I asked if
it would be possible to get a shampoo and set.
She looked at me for a second or two and then
asked why I wanted to have my hair done in a
woman's beauty salon. I started to get
embarrassed, so I turned to leave.
She stopped me and said, "Wait a minute. I don't
have any problem with what you asked. However, I
was a little surprised, to say the least, by your
request. It's fine if you want to have your hair
shampooed and set. My name is Tina and I would be
more than happy to wash and set your hair. I
don't have any appointments scheduled for the rest
of the afternoon, so my time is freely available.
By the way, what is your name?"
I told Tina that my family had named me Gerald but
to I usually went by Jerry.
"Well Jerry, if you would follow me back to the
shampoo area, we'll get started." She led the way
to the back of the shop where she had me sit in
one of the reclining shampoo chairs. Tina turned
the collar of my shirt inside to keep it from
getting wet. Little did I realize that when she
did this, she could look down inside my shirt and
see the straps of my camisole. She then put a
neck tissue around my neck and draped a pink
plastic shampoo cape over me, fastening it around
the tissue. Tina then leaned me back until my
neck rested in the neck rest of the shampoo bowl.
She then put a clear plastic cobbler's apron
decorated with little pink flowers over her so as
to protect her clothes. After adjusting the
temperature of the water, Tina proceeded to
thoroughly wet my hair. Next was the shampoo.
What a relaxing feeling as Tina's fingers gently
massaged my hair and scalp while making sure that
my hair was completely shampooed. She then rinsed
my hair and applied conditioner. A second rinsing
and then she turned off the water.
"You have very nice hair. I know many women who
would love to have your head of hair. Now just
sit still for a moment while I get a towel." she
said.
While reaching for my towel, Tina apparently
noticed the obvious evidence of the tabs on my
garter belt, outlined under my jeans. As she
wrapped the towel around my head and lightly dried
my hair, she asked, "Since you are here in a
women's beauty salon, may I call you by a feminine
name? It doesn't seem right to call you Jerry
while I am rolling your hair up." I was somewhat
stunned by her question as she had me sit up.
"I guess that's all right," I managed to stammer.
She asked if I had any special feminine name that
I liked. When I said that I did not have any
preferences, Tina thought for a few seconds and
said.
"Would you mind if I called you Judy? You could
be Judith Ann. That has a nice ring to it.
However, please don't let me embarrass you with
this." I told her that, since I was in her beauty
salon, it would be fine to call me Judy and I
would not be embarrassed. Secretly, I liked her
choice of Judith Ann or Judy for me.
With the damp towel wrapped around my head, she
took me over to her styling station, wiped some
more of the water off of my hair and then placed
the towel with the other laundry. She then took a
dry towel, draped it over my shoulders and used a
big hair clip at the front to hold it in place.
"I first noticed the straps of what I presume was
your camisole and not your slip when I put the
shampoo cape on you. Then I noticed your garter
tabs, Judy, while I was shampooing you. Do you
like to wear women's clothing." I blushed
furiously at her question and tried to hide my
face in my hands. "That's nothing to be
embarrassed about," she said. "All of my
customers wear women's clothing in here. Now
Judy, tell me what you have on." Tina's question
about a feminine name had initially surprised me.
Ultimately, however, I was thrilled as she
addressed me as Judy, even though I had shown my
embarrassment over were comments about my
lingerie. I told her that I was wearing a white
lacy, satiny camisole, white lace satin panties, a
white garter belt with six garters and nude
stocking. "Sounds very pretty. Why didn't you
wear a bra also," she asked? I told her that I
felt that a bra couldn't be hidden as well as
other items of apparel. Obviously, I was wrong
about how well hidden were my camisole and garter
belt. Tina looked at me and said, "Maybe you
would show me your feminine frillies before you
leave. Would you be willing to do that as a favor
for me?" I slowly nodded my head in agreement to
her request.
"Now, let's get down to the business at hand. I
imagine that you want a very basic set with the
ends flipped under. Do you want to have bangs
with your new hairdo?" I looked at her with a
blank look on my face and simply shrugged my
shoulders.
"Since I don't really have any idea of what I want
to tell you, I guess my hair is in your capable
hands," I told her.
"Well, Judy, you will love your hair when I am
done with it." Tina began to comb through my hair
to remove any tangles. She then sectioned it and
rolled it. As each roller was placed tightly next
to my scalp, Tina placed a metal hair clip to
properly secure the roller in place.
While she rolled my hair, she asked me about
myself.
"Are you a local or a student?" she asked. I told
her that I was a student majoring in business.
She then asked in I was living in a dorm, a
sorority (oops, I mean a fraternity) or in an
apartment and if I had a roommate. I told her
that I lived by myself in a ground level apartment
with a private entrance not too far from her
salon. Tina asked why I wanted to have my hair
done in a beauty salon. I told her that my life-
long fantasy was to have my hair done in a salon
while wearing some, if not all, women's clothing.
She also asked if I had a girlfriend. I had to
reluctantly admit that, while I would like to, I
did not have a girlfriend.
"I don't know if I could date someone and have her
find out about my secret desires to wear women's
clothing," I said. "Also, I don't want her
thinking that I was dating her merely to get
closer to her clothes."
"Don't worry about it in here," said Tina. "Your
secret is safe with me. I think it is nice that
you know that you have a softer side under your
masculine exterior and that you want to experience
that side of your life."
It didn't take her long to have my head covered
with various colored and sized rollers. She was
ready to remove my shampoo cape when I asked her
if I could wear it while I sat under the dryer.
She told me that was not a problem. I also asked
if she would tie a hairnet over my rollers. After
searching a few seconds in her drawer, she
produced a hairnet.
"Pink seems to be the only color I have. Is pink
okay with you?" she asked. I nodded. Tina then
tied the net on my head and led me to a dryer.
Just before she lowered the dryer hood over my
head and turned it on she asked me if I would also
like a manicure. I asked her if she would mind
doing that.
"Not at all, Judy" she said. "It will add to your
fantasy. Your nails will look very nice when I am
done with them." She then lowered the dryer hood,
set the timer control and turned on the dryer.
Tina then rolled the manicure table and her chair
up to me. She sat down and I watched as she got
things ready. She had me soak the nails on one
hand for several minutes. She then took that hand
out of the solution and had me soak my other hand.
Tina started filing and cleaning until I had
nicely rounded nails with all of the usual nail
debris removed. She repeated the process on my
other hand. Just as she finished cleaning, filing
and shaping the nails on my second hand, the timer
for the dryer rang. After lifting the dryer hood
and checking my hair, Tina pronounced me dry.
"Judy, I would like to put a nice colored polish
on your nails. I have a pink that would go well
with your coloring. I'll even give you some
polish remover and cotton, so that you can remove
the polish later in your apartment. Would you
like to have your nails polished?" I told her
that would be very nice. I was living the very
fantasy that I had only imagined on too many
occasions.
Tina started applying the polish one nail at a
time. Between the aroma of the polish and the
sensation of looking at my hands and seeing the
nails coated with a very feminine pink color, I
almost fainted from the excitement. When she
finished one hand, Tina cautioned me not to move
them so that the polish would dry properly. She
then did my other hand. While finishing my nails,
Tina commented that maybe the next time, I would
like a pedicure, as well as a manicure and a set.
I told her that I would be looking forward to
having a pedicure. My hands rested on the
manicure table while my nails dried.
When my nails were dry, Tina had me move back to
her styling chair. She faced me away from the
mirror.
"I don't want to spoil your surprise of seeing
yourself before I am finished," she said. She
proceeded to remove my hairnet and to take out all
of my rollers. Tina then started combing and
brushing my hair, occasionally using some
additional setting lotion to hold my hair in
place. Finally, she had completed my new
hairstyle, complete with bangs. Tina handed me a
towel and told me to cover my eyes. She then
picked up a can of hair spray and proceeded to
apply a liberal amount of spray to my hair to hold
it in place.
She put the can down and told me that I would be
pleased with the result. Slowly she turned the
styling chair toward the mirror so that I could
see myself. What I saw was astounding. Looking
back at me from the mirror was an attractive woman
wearing a shampoo cape with her hair freshly
styled and her bangs covering her forehead. While
not a beauty queen, the image staring back at me
was very feminine and pretty, even without makeup.
"Well Judy, what do you think of your hair style?
Now, aren't you glad that you came in and had your
fantasy fulfilled?" For a few seconds, all Tina
heard out of me was stunned silence. When I again
regained my wits. I told her that she had done a
fantastic job. Yes, I told her, I was very glad I
had come in and very happy with the results.
Tina hadn't removed my shampoo cape yet.
"Would you like to heighten the pleasure of your
fantasy even more?" she asked.
"Would you like me to apply some makeup on your
face, so that you can really feel like a woman who
has spent hours being pampered by her beautician?"
Again, I readily agreed. Since she didn't usually
stock cosmetics in the salon, Tina got her own
makeup out of her purse and started applying it to
my face. Foundation, powder, mascara, eye shadow,
blush and lipstick were all carefully applied.
She even thinned my eyebrows a little to give them
a more feminine appearance. By the time she was
finished, the attractive woman in the mirror was
even more attractive. Everything about my
appearance looked perfect from the pink blush on
my cheeks to the pink lipstick on my lips that
matched the nail polish color. I just could not
believe how good all of this turned out. I was in
heaven and felt very feminine.
Tina left me staring at my image for a few
seconds. When she returned, she turned me a
little.
She held up a camera and said, "Come on Judy.
Give me a big smile." Naturally, I beamed at her
as she took a few pictures. She then had me place
my freshly manicured hands next to my cheek so
that my nails were visible and took a few close-
ups of my made up face, hair and nails.
"Judy, I'll make sure that I get you copies of all
of these pictures for your scrapbook." I
reluctantly removed my hands from in front of me
so that she could remove my shampoo cape.
I started to reach for my wallet to pay for all of
her services. However, Tina stopped me.
"Not yet," she said. "Remember, you were going to
show me your pretty garter belt and panties." I
told her I didn't know if I dared due to a certain
"problem" that I was having.
"Don't worry, I'll help you take care of it.
Follow me to my office in the back of the salon."
When we got there, Tina reached into her desk and
pulled out a pair of pink satin panties.
"I always keep an extra pair here, in the event
that I need to change them during the day," she
said." She then had me lower my jeans. When I
did, something was straining at the fabric of my
panties, making it appear like an arrow sticking
out from my body. Tina lowered my panties and
wrapped hers around me. It didn't take too many
strokes before I flooded her panties.
She held her panties in placed until the flood
stopped. She then made sure that she wiped me
dry. Before she would allow me to reposition my
panties, Tina reached into her desk and withdrew
an elastic belt and a sanitary pad.
"Put these on, inside your panties, in case you
have an accident." I thanked her, took the belt
and the pad, placed it correctly around my waist
and between my legs, tucked myself in and pulled
up my panties. With my equipment tucked safely
between my legs, I had a very feminine appearance
in the front of my panties.
Tina looked at me in my lingerie.
"Don't you like how nice it feels on your body?"
she asked. "Doesn't it feel good to have your
stockings pulling at your garters with every
step?" I told her that it felt wonderful. The
sensations of the lingerie on my body were
delightful. She asked me what size shoe I wore.
I told her that I usually wear a men's 7. She
then pulled out a pair of 3-inch heels from her
desk.
"I think these are an 8 1/2. Would you like to
try them on?" I could hardly contain my emotions
as I said YES.
Tina helped me out of my loafers, socks and jeans.
She then had me sit down, while she helped me put
on her shoes. To my surprise, they went on fairly
easily. Yes, they were a little tight. However,
they fit. Before she had me stand, Tina fastened
a pair of dangling clip-on earrings to my ears.
She helped me stand, telling me to hold on to the
desk until I steadied myself and felt comfortable
standing in the heels. In a few minutes, I felt
that I could let go of the desk and stood up
straight. The heels felt wonderful. Tina held my
arm and helped me to walk a few steps around her
office. It didn't take long until I could walk
around on my own.
Tina had me remove my shirt so that I was standing
there in all of my lingerie. She commented on how
pretty all of my lingerie was and how nice I
looked wearing it. She then took several pictures
of me in her heels and my lingerie in different
poses. In one she took a close-up that clearly
showed my face and the lacy top of my satin
camisole. For the last two pictures, she had me
face away from the camera and bend slightly
forward at the waist in a typical pin-up pose.
She then had me look back behind me while thus
posed. You could see my panty-covered bottom
sticking out, my garters stretching taut and my
nylon-encased legs with her heels on my feet. As
she was rewinding the film, she told me how great
my legs looked while wearing heels. I was
thrilled, not only by her comment, but also by my
whole salon experience.
While I was walking around some more in her heels
and my lingerie, listening to the sound of the
heels hitting the floor with each step, Tina
decided to remove her blouse and skirt, so that I
wasn't the only one visibly showing off her
lingerie. She wore a very lacy white satin slip
that literally clung to her body. I complimented
her on her choice of a slip. She lifted her slip
slightly so that I could catch a glimpse of her
lacy, satiny panties. They looked as nice as the
slip did.
Unfortunately, it got late too quickly. The adage
about "Time flies when you are having fun" was so
very true in this case. I told Tina that,
although I was enjoying every second in her beauty
salon, I really should be leaving. I thanked her
for her assistance and told her how much I had
enjoyed the entire afternoon.
I sat down and reluctantly removed Tina's heels
and then I put on my shirt, jeans, socks and
loafers. What a disappointment it is going from
women's 3-inch heels to men's flats. After I was
properly dressed again in my jeans, socks and
shirt, we left her office and went to the front of
the salon where I could pay for my hair, makeup
and manicure. Tina made sure that I had some
polish remover and cotton for my fingernails.
"Here, take the bottle of nail polish with you and
do your toenails in the privacy of your
apartment," she said. "Just think how nice you
will feel this week knowing that you have your
toenails painted, just like a woman." She also
told me how to remove my makeup.
Lastly, she picked up a frilly satin sleep bonnet
from the display on the counter and included that
in my total.
"Judy, I'm sure you don't want to mess up your set
while you sleep tonight. This bonnet will protect
your hair while you sleep. By the way, what do
you wear when you sleep?" I told her that I
usually wear a long satiny nightgown and panties.
"One of these days, you're going to have to show
me your pretty nightgowns too," Tina said. She
wished me pleasant dreams that night.
"Make sure you wear your sleep bonnet," she said.
I told her that I would. Tina also commented that
it was a pity I was wearing boy's clothes. If I
fully were dressed as a woman, she would recommend
that I wear a thin scarf over my new hairdo to
protect it from being windblown. I said that
maybe the next time, I would be more appropriately
dressed.
I was ready to leave when Tina stopped me and
asked if I wanted to make an appointment for next
week. I told her that would be great.
"Would the same time next Tuesday be convenient
for you? I can mark off the entire afternoon, as
we did today, so that we can take care of all of
your feminine needs." I told Tina that would be
very nice. I saw her write 'Judy', shampoo and
set, manicure, pedicure, facial, makeup in her
appointment book. She then asked if I would come
in as Judy, coming into the salon dressed in
women's clothes. If I did not feel comfortable
with that, she would allow me to change in her
back room office.
"I want you to wear a bra during your next
appointment. If you do not have proper shoes to
wear when dressed, you can borrow my heels again,"
Tina said. She promised to have my copy of her
pictures available for me next week.
"I'll also have a fresh roll of film in the camera
too, so that we can continue to document Judy's
experiences in the beauty salon."
I was so overcome by all of Tina's kindness that I
just had to reach out and give her a big, warm
hug. She didn't seem surprised by my action and
hugged me back. Tina told me that she was looking
forward to Judy's next appointment on the
following Tuesday.
"Not half as much as I am," I told her. She told
me that if I were to become a regular customer, I
would have to study hard and keep my grades up.
Tina didn't want me to slack off on my studies
just to concentrate on my feminine desires. I
promised her that I would keep my grades up.
Tina looked at me and said, "I will regularly want
to see the grades from your papers and tests so as
to check on your academic progress. Please don't
hide any of your grades from me. If I see that
your grades are starting to slip, I will bar you
from this salon until such time as you show me
that your grades have improved. Is that an
acceptable condition for you?" I agreed to her
condition without a second thought. I did not
want to lose this recently attained privilege of
having my hair done in Tina's salon.
I left the beauty salon feeling very feminine
after receiving my new hairdo and having my nails
manicured. The echoes of my heels hitting the
floor as I walked still rang in my ears. I had
the memories of my being clad only in my camisole,
garter belt, panties and stockings in front of
Tina and seeing her similarly attired. The
feminine pad between my legs provided an
additional reminder of the experiences of this
afternoon. I could hardly wait for the following
Tuesday to arrive so that I could again have my
hair done. I had truly gone to a very
appropriately named beauty salon, for when I left,
I felt that I truly was 'A New Woman.'
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