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The following Story has been revised since the original Posting on other sites. The Reader is advised that this story does contain Transgender/Transsexual Themes of a graphic nature. This copyrighted story may not be reproduced in any form or placed into any archive without the author's expressed permission under punishment of the U.S. and International Laws. If you are under the age of 17 this is not for your reading pleasure. All characters are fictional any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Andy to Angela (Revised) By Julia Thomas My story starts when I was 12 years old. I went to live with my Aunt Mary at the beginning of summer holidays from school. She is a very intelligent prim and proper lady who is very assertive. She also in particular does not like boys! My Aunt Mary has two daughters, Alison who is 13 and Gwen who is 18. Those were their ages when I arrived to live with them. Both girls had a very strict upbringing always encouraged to be as feminine as possible. On their twelfth birthday my Aunt made sure she brought into the house a professional beautician and hairdresser. Both girls were taught how to apply their make-up correctly and to style their hair in a teenage manner. My Aunt would then arrange for them to be fully made over by professionals annually to match the changes in their bodies, ensuring they always looked like perfect young ladies. Aunt Mary would never let the girls out of the door without their correct attire even if they were late for school. Gwen and Alison always loved this annual event, which Aunt Mary called their "Womanhood Progress Lesson". When I moved in I was quite a bedraggled boy with greasy lank long hair and one small suitcase of clothes. My mother never had much money we barely scraped by. I in some ways was always obedient to her, but I also had a wild streak too. I was small for my age, consequently always the target for the bullies. I had to fend for myself to keep them at bay. Mother had to go to Australia to look after her sister that was very ill. My mother is my Aunt's sister too. As mother only had one child, it was obviously easier for her to go. I had to stay with my Aunt Mary along with her daughters. The day I moved in, it heralded a new era in my life. I had not seen Gwen and Alison for some five years. As I walked through the door I was greeted with "Oh mommy he smells!" "I know dear, go and run him a bath." Aunt Mary said. Gwen went upstairs; I heard the bath water start running. "Now Andrew, firstly let's get one or two things straight. Whenever you are in this house, you will always be clean and presentable. Presently you smell of body odor, your hair is in awful condition. Greasy and horrible! Just imagine if we had guests here." she continued, "Go and get in the bath, wash your hair. Leave your clothes outside and I will wash them. Also give me your suitcase, I would imagine that needs sterilizing too." Aunt Mary said. I went upstairs as Gwen was just appearing from the bathroom. "Your bath is already for you Andrew. I've used some of mom's best bubble bath. It will make you smell nicer. Use the shampoo on the side." Gwen said. I went into the bathroom, locked the door and started to take off my clothes. "Open the door, Andrew. Take this robe as I can't find one in your suitcase." I opened the door. There was Aunt Mary holding a pink terry cloth bathrobe and pink ballet style slippers saying, "Hurry and give me your clothes. Put these on when you have finished your bath." I stared at the obviously feminine garment and slippers stammering, "but, but.... Auntie!" She stopped me dead in my tracks saying, "Now don't whine! It's the only things we have that are likely to fit you. It's one of Alison's old robes and extra slippers!" I held the garment by its two shoulders looking at it grimly. It had lace around the peter pan type collar, around the hem and cuffs. I took the slippers from her hand. All I could say was, "But, but.... Auntie!" "Nonsense! Put them on!" she said leaning against the doorframe. "Now give me the rest of your clothes. Get in that bath!" She said very sternly. I removed all my clothing to my underpants passing everything to her. Her hand stayed held out saying, "Underpants as well!" looking at me with a sternful gaze. "But.... Auntie!", I said. "Don't be so embarrassed!" she said, "I used to powder that Butt for you when I baby sat. So I guarantee its nothing I haven't seen before." My Aunt continued to hold out her hand. I pulled down my pants and passed them to her. All the while I covered my privates with my other hand. "My Lord! How long have you had these on? My Aunt asked. "Three days Auntie." I replied meekly. Her face went outraged "three days!" she repeated continuing to say, "you will change your genital underwear twice a day in this house!" She then stormed down the stairs continuing to say, "and do not forget to brush your teeth and use conditioner on your hair." Auntie was not happy! I closed the bathroom door and hopped into the bath. While I soaked in the very scented bubble bath, I thought about her words "genital underwear". I thought all underwear covered your genitals? We had just covered the Facts of Life at school. It was part of the pre-puberty health classes, which were mandatory. I also thought about mother. I missed her so very much. Chapter 1 While enjoying the soaking, I was suddenly bought back to consciousness by a banging on the door by Gwen saying, "Hurry up! I need to use the bathroom too. I need to get ready to go out and meet David." David being her long-standing boyfriend whom she is due to marry in a few years time. I quickly washed myself with the scented soap and showered my hair quickly, so as not to make Gwen angry. I stood up in the bathroom quickly drying myself, wrapping the very feminine pink dressing gown around me. I came out of the door, shouting to her that the bathroom was free. I went downstairs; Aunt Mary was standing in the kitchen at the sink. "What have you done!" she shrieked as she saw me. "You still have soap in your hair. Look at your ears they have not been washed. Your teeth have never been cleaned. By the smell of you, you certainly have not washed yourself thoroughly." I cowered back towards the door. Her finger pointing at me she shouted, "Do you realize how much it costs to heat bath water!" "N...No Auntie" I stammered. "Go and get back up those stairs immediately and save what water is going down the bath drain. Get back into the water. I will be up to finish you." Aunt Mary said. Gwen heard what was going on and said, "But Mommy, I need to get ready to meet David!" Auntie answered saying, "Oh, don't worry Gwen. You can use the shower in my bathroom. Then come into this bathroom to finish your make-up while I bathe your cousin." How embarrassing I thought, but I didn't dare say a word. I climbed back into the bath. Aunt Mary entered the room wrapping a plastic type apron around her. "Good Lord lad!" she said "It looks as if we are going to have to start from scratch with you on personal hygiene." She bent over the bath and with soft sponge tipped some Oil of Olay body-wash onto it. Aunt Mary started washing my feet and legs. In between my toes went the sponge. It felt great! "Okay, stand up!" she said assertively. Just then, Gwen walked in wrapped in a towel, her hair held back with a headband saying, "At last, no more vile smells around this house." while positioning her make-up bag on the shelf of the mirror. Aunt tapped my butt saying, "open your legs" as the sponge went between my groin. "Bend over!" she said as she polished the crack of my butt. Next Auntie said, "Stand up and raise your arms." By now, my whole body was a mass of soapsuds. I could see Gwen in the mirror sniggering while using her eyeliner pencil. Aunt Mary followed on with a face cloth saying, "We will use this for this evening on your face. In future you will use an appropriate facial wash." I stood there feeling totally tormented, humiliated, and embarrassed. "Sit back down!" she said as she washed the soapsuds off. At that she switched on the hand shower and sprayed my hair. My hair was way below collar length having been uncut for uncountable months. Actually, it was past my shoulders. My hair coloring was very dull possibly due partial neglect on my part. Auntie poured a big dollop of Wella Balsam shampoo into her hands. She massaged my head for what seamed to be an age, humming to herself all of the time. Gwen finished and went out of the room, which alleviated some of my embarrassment. It was just Aunt Mary and I. Aunt Mary rinsed my hair and said, "As you have already attempted to wash your hair yourself. We will not give your hair the normal two washes. It may strip the oils completely from your hair. We will use this conditioner, leave it on for five minutes and rinse it out." Saying as she rubbed the cream into my long hair deeply massaging my scalp. "That will do for now." Aunt Mary said. "I noticed that you have some fine hairs on your legs." Aunt Mary said as she reached for a pink Contour ladies razor. "Those must go!" she said as she dragged the razor over my legs holding one up at a time. Although I was pretty well hairless, other than the odd pubic hair beginning to show I did as she said. Aunt Mary now insisted my body be kept hair free at all times. Sure enough, she noticed my couple of pubic hairs and they disappeared with a stroke of the razor. "Arms up in the air!" she said next. Good your underarms are now hair free. I am pleased to see those hairs gone." She then replaced the razor in the cupboard, taking out a cotton swab. "Bend your head to the side." as she inserted the swab into my ear, rubbing it around. It came out black! "See what Auntie has gotten out of this ear, goodness me, I wonder how you ever managed to hear." she said. She then bent my head the other way and inserted the swab into the other ear. "How have you ever managed without Auntie!" she exclaimed as she held the water sprayer removing the conditioner from my hair. I was finally finished! She then put a towel on the floor for me to stand on. As I stood she rubbed my hair and wrapped a towel in a turban style around it. "There, that will soak up the excess water while we dry the rest of you." She said while rubbing my whole body with another towel. When I was dry Auntie said, "This is your toothbrush." grabbing the toothpaste from the cupboard. "And this is how much toothpaste that goes on It." she said smearing the whole top of the brush. "But Auntie" I said, "I...I... don't like the taste of toothpaste!" "Nonsense!" she shouted. "Clean your teeth all around your mouth. Keep cleaning them until I return. Teeth should be kept pearly white." "I am going to find you something to wear for the night." Auntie said leaving me alone to brush my teeth. As I brushed the tears falling from my eyes, I did as I was told. Auntie returned after a couple of minutes saying, "Rinse your teeth, wrap a towel around you and come into my bedroom." Again, I did as I was told. As I entered her bedroom noticing a towel lying on her bed. "Unwrap your towel and lie on here." she dominantly said. I lay down with nothing on accept the turban around my head. She grabbed my legs swinging them up into the air. I felt something cool on my butt. She was powdering me! I was now so humiliated! I cried all the harder. "Shut up!" she shouted. "This will keep you dry, making you smell nice." she continued. "Stand up and step into these." as she held apart a pair of white girls panties trimmed with lace. "But, But... Auntie those are girls panties!" "Shut up, put them on, before I spank you. You'll have to make do until we can get you your own clothes. You'll not sit around all evening or go to bed with no clothes on." She said. I did as I was told. To my horror she produced a white nightgown. The nightgown was slipped over my turban and hung just below my knees. The nightgown had an elasticized bodice with short puff sleeves all trimmed with lace. "That's better, now go and sit on that chair at my vanity." Auntie said with a slight warmth in her voice. I did as I was told as she followed me to the vanity. To my dismay, she undid a jar that said Avon Skin Deep Moisturizer. She smeared the cream over my face, rubbing it well into my skin. "There! You only have one skin so look after it." She said while reaching for another jar. This one said hand cream on it. While I rubbed the hand cream into my hands, she produced another dry towel, placing it over my shoulders. She then clipped the towel under my chin with a pink barrette. Auntie then took off my turban, starting to comb my hair with a wide toothed comb. "Goodness me!" she said as she stretched the bottom of my hair with the comb. "Your hair is so uneven it is impossible to make any reasonable style out of it. I have a hair appointment tomorrow; you'll come with me to the salon. We'll see if my hairdresser has time to trim and shape the ends for you. In the meantime I'll see what I can do with it." Auntie Mary said as she picked up a can off her dressing table with a long nozzle, spraying a large ball of foam into her hand. She then coated my hair with it. As she replaced the can on the vanity, I could see the words, Styling Mousse. She combed all of the mousse through my hair until it disappeared. My hair was next combed into sections, being secured with four pink plastic barrettes. There was one on each side, one on the back and one on top of my hair. She switched on her hand held hairdryer, a round brush and started to blow my hair dry. She kept curling my hair around the brush and blowing the dryer. All this time she would push my head forward or sideward to make it easier for her. After each section was dry, she would release a clip. She would clip it on her plastic apron so she wouldn't lose it, and dry the section of hair. My hair was nearly dry except the top, which still had a clip in. Gwen walked into Auntie's bedroom finally ready with her clothes and make-up immaculate. She looked at me loudly saying, "Oh Mommy, doesn't he look wonderful. You've done a beautiful job on his hairstyle. But wouldn't it be a good idea to put a couple of rollers in the top to give it more body." "Yes I think you are right Gwen. Pass me the roller box." I was shocked! "Please Auntie, I don't want any of those things in my hair." I begged. "Don't be such a sissy! She yelled continuing, "It's only to make the style last longer and to cover the split ends you have. She released the clip from the top of my hair combing it backwards. She formed a center parting leaving equal amounts of hair on each side. Standing behind me looking in the mirror she lifted a section from the front, stretching it out from my head. She then wound a three quarter inch pink roller down to my head, fastening it with a plastic clip. Then she lifted a section from the front of the other side, repeating the procedure. She continued setting my hair with four rollers running backwards, each side of my center parting to the crown. "Pass me the hairspray please, Gwen." Gwen reached in front of me picking up a large gold can. She put it in Auntie's hand. Holding her spare hand above my eyes Auntie spayed my hair. She walked all around me while shaking the can of hairspray and spraying. "There, that will add crispness to the curls, keeping the rest in place. Don't touch your head while you're sitting downstairs with your soda pop." she said while standing behind me. Auntie looked in the mirror, rubbing her hands down and under the sides of my hair drying the hairspray. She finally unclipped my shoulder towel, saying I could go downstairs. I walked downstairs as Gwen was just going out. "Bye, I hope your hair turns out pretty. Maybe you should try some lipstick next." She said laughing as the door shut. I cried as I entered the living room. Alison was also sitting in the Living Room as I entered. She said in a soothing voice, "Don't cry Andrew, mommy is only doing what she thinks is best for you. Gwen was only teasing you. If it makes you feel better I'll put some rollers in my hair so you're not the only one wearing them." "No, just let me watch the Telly." I sobbed in shame. There I sat with rollers in the top of my hair and the sides and back curled under from the blow-drying, drinking my soda pop. I thought about my friends who did not have to stand this type of humiliation. I thought of my mother whom I missed dearly. Every time I moved my head, my hair would tickle my neck as it swayed. I thought of my friends that were all out playing football. Instead, here I sat at this early of the evening dressed already for bed in a girl's nightgown; rollers in my hair, smelling like a sissy. I looked like one too! Aunt came down to join us saying, "Your hair should be dry in an hour or so. We will finish it, as best we can. We'll see what the hairdresser says about it tomorrow." Within an hour Aunt Mary had me back at her vanity taking out the rollers. She stood behind me starting from the back. As she unwound the rollers, they left coils of hair. Each coil sprung back into the shape of the roller. Aunt Mary picked out bits of these coils with her fingers. She was combing and twilling the hair twisting the top. All the while humming as she worked. "Do you know" she said, "With all of that horrible grease out of your hair, I can see it's a bit dry. Therefore, tomorrow I'll be starting you on vitamin supplements. They'll also keep your one and only skin soft." She finished tweaking my hair, spraying it with more hairspray. "There, that is a vast improvement." Aunt Mary said standing behind me patting my hair into shape while the hairspray dried. "Don't you feel better now?" she said, as I sat there looking at the mirror in girl's panties, nightgown and now my hair curled from the rollers. "Alison, come and have a look at Andrew. Aunt Mary shouted. Alison entered the room looking at me said, "Oh mommy, he looks beautiful! I told you mommy was doing her best for you." I sat there muted, totally humiliated and thoroughly pissed. "I'll just put this net over your hair to keep it in place while you sleep. That way my hairdresser will think you do keep pride in yourself." She said as she positioned the brown fine net over my hair and pushed it up against my hairline. "There! Now off to your room and get into bed. I'll come and tuck you in shortly." Auntie said bending to give me a kiss on the forehead. I went into my obvious feminine decorated room, slipping into the bed. Aunt Mary entered right after me, pulling the blankets off me saying, "Goodness me! Your nightgown is twisted around your body." She pulled the nightgown down straightening it saying, "You certainly have some improvements to make in a lot of areas, my dear. Otherwise Auntie will get very angry at you." When she finished tucking me in the light was turned off. I was so distraught, I cried myself to sleep. All I thought of was I was not a GIRL! Chapter 2 At 7:30am, Aunt Mary entered my room looking immaculate. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a fluffy ponytail with a red scrunchie. Her face was perfectly made up with bright red lipstick, which matched her nails. She was wearing a Blue red and pink floral short sleeved dress, which was elasticized at the bodice, flaring out to knee length. Very fine nylons surrounded her legs in white 3" High Heels. "Come on Sleepy Head wake up." she said. "We have to be at the hairdressers at 10 o'clock." I climbed out of bed going into the bathroom. Aunt Mary followed me saying sternly as she entered, "What do you think you're doing standing at that toilet! You'll splash Alison's nightgown! Pull your panties down to your ankles, turn and sit on the toilet." "But.... But Auntie." "Don't be bashful, when you are seated your nightgown will cover your duties without fear of getting wet. Remember, to wipe it before you stand up!" she said. Aunt Mary squeezed the toothpaste onto my toothbrush as I finished, standing up saying, "Right, let's see how much you have learned about personal hygiene." I pulled down the nightgown, removing my panties. Aunt Mary leaned against the doorframe, watching every move I made. As I was stood naked wearing just my hairnet, Gwen entered the bathroom wearing only a white bra, panties and fullslip. Her hair was set with heated rollers. She grabbed some bottles saying, "Oh, that's a point Angie (she started to call me) don't wash your face." "That's a good point. From now on you will cleanse and moisturize every morning and evening. It's a good thing Gwen reminded me of that." Aunt Mary said. Gwen smiled and carried on her duty. I started cleaning my teeth with a well of tears in my eyes. ' "You're not making any impressions with you brushing them that softly. Stand up!" she said impatiently. She grabbed my toothbrush; I was forced to open my mouth wide. She brushed and brushed and brushed for what seemed like forever. She bent my head forward, sideways, and backwards looking in addition to cleaning every tooth in my mouth. "Okay, rinse now and the next time you don't clean them correctly you will get spanked with Auntie's hairbrush. That'll remind you from then on." Aunt Mary said. A shudder went through me at the thought of it. "Now, while I wait and watch I want you to wash what we girls call your three f's. Feet, face, and fanny." she said with a sarcastic grin. I filled the sink with warm water, starting to wash my body. "Oh, come on now! She said, tapping her foot with her arms folded. "Give me that sponge!" Aunt Mary said impatiently. She rubbed me vigorously complaining that we hadn't all the time in the world. "Goodness me, this needs douching. In fact douching should be done once a day." She said as she reached my butt area. Bending me over by the Bidet, she had taken the spray head off. Now it was changed to a single squirter. Aunt Mary explained that this squirter was especially for girls. Inside my rectum she pushed, sprayed and cleaned finally stopping saying, "There that's better." I could feel the moisture inside my rectum, complaining to Aunt Mary. "Is that all you do is moan!" she said as she rubbed me all over with a big fluffy pink towel. Again, she bent me over mumbling to herself that she can't understand why she has to show someone my age about hygiene. As Aunt Mary mumbled, she sprinkled talcum powder around my posterior side and genitals. Aunt Mary held open a pair of pastel blue panties with her fingers for me to step in. As she pulled them up to my knees she stopped and added some more powder to the inside of the panties. Opening a new package of pantyliners, she took one out. Aunt Mary stuck a pad inside of my panties, pulling them up around my waist. "There, that little pad should dry up any fluids that come from your body" she said tapping my cheek. "Arms up!" she said sternly. I lifted both arms; she then rubbed a bottle with a ball on the end into my underarm area. 'There, that's was underarm deodorant. That should cover any remaining body odor smells you have left. After all you don't want to smell in the hairdressers do you?" Auntie said. Tears of my plight filled my eyes as I shook my head to agree with her. "Put your dressing gown on, dear. Go into Auntie's room, please." she said. As I walked into Auntie's room, there were two stools at her vanity. Alison was occupying one of the chairs. Her hair was pulled back in a hairband and secured. As she saw me Alison said, "Mommy's doing my face and yours." After Alison had said that Aunt Mary walked into the room saying, "Sit down on the chair next to Alison." "Auntie please don't do thi... "Sit down and shut up! Please." She said as she opened a bottle that said cleanser. She tipped it onto a cotton ball thoroughly wiping Alison's face then mine. Next came the tonic and moisturizer. "Okay Alison, let your face dry, while I do Angie's hair. Then I can help with your make-up." Auntie said softly. Alison asked to go to her room to get dressed as her face dried. After getting permission, Alison went into her room to get ready. Auntie draped a white towel around my shoulders removing my hairnet. "Wonderful!" She said as she primped and combed my hair. Auntie finished my hair with a big coating of hairspray. "Wasn't it worth spending an extra bit of time last night? I mean, just look in the mirror at how much nicer you look." Aunt Mary said smiling for the first time this morning. Alison returned to Auntie's room. Aunt Mary helped her with her make-up. Alison looked gorgeous! Aunt Mary finally completed Alison's make-up saying, "Go and help put that tracksuit and training shoes on Angie. I've placed the outfit on your bed in your room." I looked in horror when we entered Alison's room. There on the bed was a white tracksuit trimmed with pink stripes with matching trainers. I thought about complaining about the femininity of the garments. I knew in the back of my mind that it would do no good. I also realized that I had no other clothes to wear. I did get dressed with Alison's help. I noticed there were no socks, as I was about to put on the trainers. "Could I have some socks, please", I stammered. Alison was going to her dresser to get me a pair when Aunt Mary walked in saying, "Certainly not! In an outfit like that young ladies do not wear socks with their trainers." I felt the anger building within me. I was not a "Young Lady"! I'm a boy! What was happening to me? Why were my Aunt and cousins doing this to me? I'm terribly confused! Yet I remained quiet for fear of further angering my Aunt. I had completed dressing feeling totally shamed for wearing the girlish clothes inside and out when Aunt Mary said, "Haven't you forgotten something?" holding out the hand cream. All I could say was "Sorry" as I took the tube, rubbing some into my hands. "Alright children go downstairs breakfast is waiting for you on the table. Don't forget to take the vitamin pills on the table. Alison you will make sure Angie takes her pills." Aunt Mary said leaving the two of us alone in Alison's room. When we arrived at the table, the pills were already next to our juice glasses. I did as Aunt Mary said washing the pills down with the juice. Very little was said to my cousin while we ate. After we ate, the table was cleared. The two of us washed the dishes placing them into the drying rack. It was at this time Aunt Mary walked in saying, "Come on, Angie its time for our hair appointment." "But I don't want to go' I sobbed, "I don't want all my hair cut off. Please, please! Aunt Mary grabbed my hand, dragging me to the car saying, "Don't be so ridiculous, no one is going to cut all of your hair off." she said as she opened the door. I was placed into the seat with the seatbelt fastened around me sobbing. As Aunt Mary entered the car she said, "You hair is just being tidied up. I spoke to Joan my hairdresser. She said she'll do your trim. As we drove off in the car, I could see Alison waving from the door. I wished that I could have been the one staying behind as she was. My anger and humiliation seemed to be gaining momentum as we drove on. All I kept saying to myself is "I am a boy!" Chapter 3 We parked in front of building the outside sign above the door said "Joan's Hair and Beauty Salon". The moment I read the sign I screamed! I tuned to Aunt Mary saying, "Please, please Aunt Mary, I'll do anything you want but don't take me in there its for girls only. It doesn't say anything about unisex or boys." I made a total fuss! Aunt Mary dragged me out of the car as I yelled, kicked and screamed. Aunt Mary pulled my tracksuit bottoms down to exposing my rear end. Wow! Aunt Mary hit hard! She slapped my butt hard repeatedly. This embarrassment was bringing me back to my senses as people walked by us smiling. I heard remarks from them saying "She must deserve the spanking being given to her by her mother" or "Children have no manners or respect for their elders these days." Those types of comments made me miss my mother and being treated as a boy so very much. "Now stop this nonsense! Walk with me into the salon. All girls like to have their hair done. If you show you don't like being pampered, you'll bring attention to yourself from the other clients. I'll point out to them you are a boy. They will all laugh at the boy wearing girl's clothes, calling you a Sissy. Therefore, I suggest you shut up and enjoy your first salon experience." she said holding my hand as we walked through the door. The feminine smells hit me as soon as we walked through the door. My sense of smell reeled, my thought processes where blurred. I once again was anesthetized to my very being. "Good morning, Mary." said the receptionist. "Good morning, Sarah." Auntie said to the receptionist. "Oh Mary, I'm afraid we don't have an appointment for your niece." said Sarah. Oh Lord! They think I'm a girl! If I say, anything auntie will let them all know I'm a boy dressed as a girl. It wasn't much of a decision for me to make. I kept my mouth shut! Let them all think I'm a girl. At least for now! "No, that's okay Sarah. I've spoken to Joan this morning. She said she'd give Angie a quick trim while doing my hair." said my Aunt. "That's fine Mary. Please take a seat." The receptionist said. Oh no! She called me Angie again! I'm so glad my friends can't see me or hear my aunt now. I'd be dead meat for sure! Oh, the pain from the beatings! We sat down in chairs having a full view of the salon. Auntie placed her handbag on her lap with her hands crossed over the top while we waited. I gazed around the salon it was unbelievably feminine. There were three stylists standing dressed in pink dress type smock uniforms with white flat-heeled leather shoes. One Stylist was cutting a ladies hair that I noticed had some butterfly clips in her hair. This was to hold her hair out of the way just like it had been done to me last night. The other Stylist was blow drying a ladies hair. At the other end was a lady having little tiny curlers put in all over her head in straight lines. There was another younger girl, passing the stylist pink and blue rollers. "Auntie please, I don't want any of those curlers in my hair. Please!" I said pleadingly. "You're not going to this time. Those curlers are for a Permanent Wave, which you're not here for. Now just be quiet! Stop your whining!" My Aunt said menacingly. This time! I thought, so there must be another time coming up. Oh no! How and why did they want to do this to me? After all I'm a boy! I think! I continued to look around the salon. There was a row of six hairdryers with three ladies sitting with their heads underneath them with rollers and pink hairnets around them reading magazines. They all had their legs crossed over the same way. One looked at my aunt holding her hand up wiggling her fingers to wave. She then mouthed, "Hello Mary, are you okay!" Aunt Mary replied in the same way nodding and replying in the same manner. "Yes, and you, Jane?" The lady responded by nodding her head yes. I found out later why my Aunt had done this greeting with that lady. The noise of the dryers and stylists speaking to their clients made it impossible to hear in this very busy place. At the rear of the salon was another lady. She was lying backwards having her hair washed by a young girl. Another was sitting up in the chair next to her with a turban around her head having just finished having her hair washed. All of the ladies who were having treatments all had white smocks on. The exceptions were those who had wet hair. They each had pink towels around their shoulders. At the back right hand corner was another lady reclining on a chair with heated rollers in the same way I had seen Gwen's hair before. She had on a powder blue plastic bib around her chest that tied at the back of her neck to protect her clothing. She was having her face made up. In the left corner was a lady sitting at a nail station getting her nails done in a very bright red color. She had rollers in her hair with no net covering the rollers. I continued to gaze about the room. The d?cor of the place was something else. The walls of the salon were a very light gray trimmed with pink, mirrors where at the positions of five workstations with pictures of hairstyles everywhere. There were also trolley carts that were full of different rollers that were spread around the room. Behind me in the reception area, was a ruffled net curtain halfway down the window. I noticed there were two doors one at each side of the salon. One had the sign that said waxing room and sunroom above the other. I was suddenly bought back to reality with the receptionist Sarah holding open a white smock for me. She was also carrying one beneath her arm, which Auntie took from her putting the smock on. Sarah then tied the gown behind Auntie's back, sealing the neck with a Velcro strip behind her neck. The smock came down to mid thigh length leaving the end of her dress exposed and very baggy arms. "Okay young lady, a smaller one for you. Arms out!" Sarah said as she opened up my smock. I meekly placed my arms in it. She tied it at the back the same as Auntie's smock. I almost blurted out "I'm a boy, not a young lady!" I remembered my Aunt Mary's warning. I kept quiet! This smock must have been made for the younger clients. It came to mid thigh on me. It appeared as if I was wearing a dress as I gazed briefly at a nearby mirror. I have to admit that I did look like more of a girl than a boy. Auntie's warning was imprinted on my mind. I continued to be quiet through this assault on my sex. "Thank Sarah, Angie." My Aunt reminded me. "Thank you, Sarah." I said as we both sat back down. The shampoo girl came over calling Aunt Mary's name in the reception area. As Aunt Mary got up she said, "Now you sit there and be a good girl. They'll get you shortly. Do everything they ask. One little sign of a problem and your pants will be down in the middle of the salon. Everyone will truly know you're true sex and laugh at you." I shuddered at the thought as I watched Aunt Mary being taken to a styling station by the shampoo girl. Her long blonde hair was taken out of her scrunchie with the hair vigorously brushed. After all the brushing, she was taken to the washbasins. Aunt Mary was laid back with the girl washing and conditioning her hair. After the washing a towel was fastened like a turban to absorb the water as she was taken back to a styling station. The same girl that did Aunt Mary's hair came to get me saying, "Hi I am Jane, would you like to come with me." As we walked towards the spare styling station next to Aunt I was told to sit sat down in a styling chair. "Let's just brush out any old hair spray." Jane said as my head kept pulling backwards with each stroke. Jane vigorously brushed my hair from front to back. I could see my Aunt turning towards me in the mirror with her turban on and her red lipstick glistening as she smiled at me. I had to wonder what else she had on her mind to shame me further then I already was. "There that's it! I bet your glad to get that old hairspray out of your hair. Come with me and we'll get your hair washed, Angie." Jane said with a smile to make me relax. Jane could not have said truer words. I was desperate to get the hairspray out of my hair. I was just not used to having my hair as it was. It had always been free to blow in the wind. Now thanks, to my Aunt and cousins it was plastered to my head in a most feminine style. As I rose out of the seat a stylist came, removing my aunt's turban. That must be Joan, I thought. She was not a big woman but very assertive looking at 5'2 and 110 lbs. She had shoulder length bleached blonde curly hair. She was possibly in her mid to late thirties. She also wore heavy make-up with bright red lipstick the same as my aunts. Because of the heavy make-up I guessed her age at perhaps late twenties to early thirties. As I sat in the chair next to the shampoo bowl, Jane wrapped a pink towel around my shoulders. I laid back my head in the shampoo bowl as Jane sprayed my hair with warm water rubbing her fingers between it. I felt a cold blob on top of my head as she lathered my hair massaging it all over for what seemed an age. She rinsed and repeated, all the time my head moving with her massage strokes. Again, she rinsed my hair thoroughly. As she worked on me, I managed to turn my head a little seeing my aunt's head covered in one-inch rollers. I again turned my head back to my original position becoming relaxed. At this point, I could care less if anyone found out I was a boy. Why should girls have all the fun and leisure of the salon. I must have dozed off for a moment. I was shaken briskly at the shoulders. As I bolted awake, my Aunt Mary's head appeared in my view with the top and one side of her head covered in rollers with the other side hanging past her shoulders. As she started at my face she said, "I do not appreciate looking in the mirror looking at you lying there with your legs apart. Cross them at the ankles, thighs or keep your knees together immediately! Follow the examples of all the ladies here." "I'm sorry Aunt Mary." I said, immediately crossing one thigh over the other. "If you keep sitting like that, I will have no hesitation to put you in a dress. That will surely teach you to sit, as a young girl should. You will either keep your knees together, ankles crossed or your thighs crossed so people will not see your panties." she said sternly. "Sor...Sorry Aunt Mary, I do not want to wear in a dress. PL....Please Auntie!" I stammered. I really wanted to say was that I was a boy and this shouldn't be happening to me. "Well remember what I said, sit properly, be polite and act as a young lady should." Aunt Mary said as she walked back to her chair. Jane finished washing and conditioning the ladies hair next to me leaving it wrapped in a towel the same as mine. She unwrapped my hair, thoroughly rinsing out the conditioner. Another dry towel was placed around my head. I was then escorted back to the waiting area. As I passed Aunt Mary, I could see Joan had about six more rollers to put in to finish her set. I sat down watching until she was finished. Joan completed the set, wrapping my aunt's hair in a pink hair net tying it at the back. She then walked auntie to the hairdryers. Aunt Mary was seated making herself comfortable in a vacant dryer chair. Joan then handed my aunt a magazine to read as her hair dried. I was called to Joan's station. I sat down with a towel draped around my shoulders. "Your Aunt Mary told me you want a wedge shaped cut like this." she said showing me a book with a girl in a photo. The girl had blonde hair with the bottom front left long, curled under, back shorter, curled under long bangs, pointing forward. "No! I don't want that style!" I screamed, bursting into tears immediately. The sanctity of this bastion of femininity was shattered! All became quiet except for the hum of the hair dryers. I knew at once that I was in deep Doo-Doo. Joan looked across at auntie in the hair dryer. Immediately I saw my Aunt open the front of her drier, stand up storming toward me. "Just a minute Joan. My niece and I need to talk a moment." Aunt Mary said as she grabbed my hand dragging me from the chair, across the salon, into the waxing room. Luckily, there was no one in there. She bent me over the table pulling down my slacks and panties. I was given six slaps on my bare rear end. "What the hell is the matter with you! There will be no more outbursts or tantrums young lady. Is that understood! You will get the cut and style I told Joan to do." Aunt Mary said fiercely. All I could do was shake my head in agreement. I knew I had stepped over the line with my Aunt. I sobbed profusely. "I hope that will teach you a lesson." she said while pulling my panties and slacks back up. "You wait until we get home! You will be taught better manners!" she said angrily. I noticed her net had come loose with one of the rollers hanging. Aunt Mary wiped my eyes with a Kleenex. She walked me back to the styling station as I sobbed all the way. Joan and my Aunt went back to the dryer. Before Aunt Mary sat down, Joan fixed her loose roller and net. I could see both of them smiling, eventually looking directly at me. As I sat back down in the chair my butt felt as though it had been scalded. It was very difficult to sit still. Joan got to work by undoing my turban. She combed through my hair stretching the ends. My hair was sectioned with butterfly clips, only this time Joan started trimming my hair. By the time she had finished trimming, the sides were below my chin and the back was about 2" shorter. "Well that's better!" Joan said. I didn't really notice much difference with the length other than the snips of hair on my cape and towel. "Now be a good girl while I finish your aunt's hair. Jane is going to blow dry yours into shape. She just started training at Cosmetology College, so it will be good practice for her." Joan said with a warning tone in her voice. Jane came over removing the towel from around my shoulders, shook it on the floor, replacing it around my shoulders. I watched Jane in the mirror while she was getting prepared to dry my hair. Joan meanwhile had gotten auntie from under the dryer. She was seated next to me. The hair net was removed allowing the rollers to cool. As the rollers cooled Aunt Mary, Joan, and Jane talked about the eventual shape of my hair as if I wasn't there. Jane combed styling mousse throughout my hair, combing it until it disappeared. A butterfly clip was used to section my hair. At that stage, I noticed Joan had started removing Auntie's rollers. She finished drying my hair, at the same time all of Aunt's rollers were out. Aunt Mary's head was a mass of hanging blonde curls. It was truly beautiful! As I looked at myself in the mirror I saw a very effeminate boy. I had a center part that flicked halfway down the sides, which came straight down, curled slightly under and forward. Joan stood behind me and looked over my head into the mirror saying, "Oh no, Jane! You don't have it curling far enough under. It's a mess'. "Don't be so silly." said Joan as she finished tweaking Auntie's hair. Joan stood behind me with Jane and Aunt Mary looking on saying, "Don't you think it needs more of a kink Mary?" Aunt Mary looked across saying, "Well, I would prefer a slight bit more and maybe a bit more lift in the bangs." They all spoke as if I wasn't there again. Due to my last outburst, I dared not say a word. My maleness was in shatters! Joan advised saying, "Jane, put some heated rollers in the ends and a couple in the front." Jane went to another station where the rollers were already hot, bringing them back to my station. She plugged them in just to give a little more heat. I looked across at my aunt with a pleading look on my face. She didn't see me, as her eyes were shut while Joan misted her hair with hairspray. Jane put the first roller in the top right side of my hair winding it backwards and followed with the top left-hand bang. As I sat there with two rollers in the top of my hair, I noticed Joan had finished Aunt Mary and was removing her cape. Jane moved to the side pulling down a full section of hair, rolling it up as high as it would go in front of my ear. Aunt Mary stood up; her hair was a mass of curls to her shoulders, which swept back on one side. In fact I thought she looked stunning. Jane continued putting the heated rollers in the ends of my hair winding them tightly behind both ears and the back of my head. While this was being done, Aunt Mary chatted to Jane and Joan about Jane's college work. Jane finished putting the rollers around the ends of my hair. "They'll be in for about fifteen minutes." Jane said. "Oh good, while I wait for Angie, I have to run to the shop next door." she said looking into the mirror. Aunt Mary took the cap off a tube of lipstick, screwed the insides up leaning forward into my mirror. She skillfully touched up her lips in a deep red color. Leaning back, she replaced the cap, rubbing her lips together. Aunt Mary looked down at me saying, "Angie, you be good for a few minutes. Auntie will be back in ten minutes." I sat there mute. I nodded my head in agreement. I felt the heavy rollers swing in my hair. That was a stark reminder of my very vulnerable position. I watched the maze of activity in the salon through the mirror as the rollers went cold. A lady sat in the station next to me. She must have been an air stewardess she was wearing a blue, red and white multicolored, dress uniform, navy leather shoes with 2" heels, navy pantyhose and a red silk neck scarf. She wanted her hair dry styled into a French braid finished with a red ribbon at the end. I overheard her say to the stylist she was on the Malaga run today. I thought see looked very beautiful just the way she was dressed. I imagined what she would look like after she was done. Jane bought me back to reality, as she appeared behind me saying, "Okay, lets get these rollers out of your hair." Jane pulled the metal clip down carefully unwinding the first roller. "Beautiful!" Jane said as a coil of hair hung down the side. She smiled as she continued getting the rest of the rollers out. I saw this image of a former boy in the mirror, with two backward facing curls on top of my forehead and at the sides and back. Jane used a round brush to brush my hair. It made the top curls flick down and round the straight sides. She then brushed the bottom around her finger. This action made my hair wave out and in. With her practiced fingers, she pointed the sides to the front. "That's perfect Jane!" Joan said as she looked across from the reception area. Auntie Mary returned to the salon carrying a few bags. As she saw me she stated with a smile, "Oh my, you've done a wonderful job on Angie's hair, Jane" Aunt Mary continued smiling as Jane walked around me, misting heavily perfumed hairspray about my hair. Jane then produced a mirror to show me the sides and back. I could see my neck now and the cut of the sides pointing downwards, waving under, with a little curl pointing forward. Well I thought that at least it wasn't curly on top, as I was when I came in. She replaced the mirror having me stand up. While Auntie paid the receptionist, Jane undid my robe at the back tweaking a little bit of my hair. We both said goodbye and walked out of the salon. As we walked outside and got into the car, I could feel my hair swishing against my neck. My neck also felt the air around it with the smell of hairspray finding my nose. As we pulled away into the traffic lanes Aunt Mary said, "You embarrassed me in the salon. Just wait until I get you home." I remained quiet all the way back to Auntie's home. All I thought of was what else could happen to me. I began to shudder! Chapter 4 When we pulled into the driveway, Alison was standing at the door of the house to meet us. "Oh mommy your hair and Angie's look gorgeous." she said with her hands clapping together. We went into the living room with auntie dropping the bags on the sofa. "What have you bought mommy. Isn't that the name of a little girl's shop?" Alison said. "Yes darling, it is. Angie, go upstairs, immediately remove all your clothes. Call me when you have all of your clothes off." Aunt Mary said. "Are the clothes for Angie?" "Yes darling, they are." Auntie stared at me "Angie was like a baby in the salon. So if he wants to act like one he will dress like one for one week. He'll remain that way until he learns some manners and how to act properly." "B...But Auntie I only said I didn't want a girls hairstyle." I whimpered. "Yes and you disrupted the whole salon from working. Now go and get your clothes off in your room." she said loudly. I ran upstairs entering my room removing all my clothing until I was naked. Aunt Mary came into the room after I called her. She laid a white towel on the bed in a triangle Shape saying, "Lie on that towel!" Being stubborn, I remained motionless not moving a single inch. Aunt Mary picked me up roughly positioning me butt down on the triangle. I heard the front door open. Aunt Mary called saying, "Gwen, is that you?" "Yes mommy." "Good! Girls, I want both of you to come upstairs. I want to give you some more training in the ways of being a woman, wife and mother." Said Aunt Mary. Both girls entered the room, staring at me with a look of joy on their faces. "I'm going to show you how to put a diaper on a baby. You both will be expected to change Angie's diaper over this week in his punishment." She took the top off a big jar saying, "Now this baby cream stops babies bottom from getting diaper rash. Diaper rash is caused when baby does poop or pee in their diaper. Make sure you rub this into the recesses of the babies bottom and around their pee- pee." Aunt Mary was holding my legs apart bending over my chest rubbing the cream in. She let my legs drop while apart. She then bought up the towel between my legs. She secured the sides and front next with a baby's safety diaper pin. "There now, baby is comfortable. These rubber panties are next. Just slide them up the legs and over the diaper like so. These will stop any dampness coming through." She released the elastic of the rubber panties around my waist. "Now we know baby can't wet her clothes we can put her tights on." After saying that Aunt Mary pulled a pair of white ribbed tights out of another bag. First making sure that there were no tags or pins in the tights, she started at my feet pulling them up over my legs. Tears were streaming down my face. This was the greatest of all my degradations in two days. I wanted to runaway but I knew I would surely be caught. "Oh yes, its perfectly normal for all babies to cry during a diaper changing. It could also be a sign that they are hungry." She said as she finished pulling the tights up leaning me back up. Aunt Mary then produced a white vest with lace around the neck and armholes. She slipping it over my head saying, "Always support baby's back while doing this so you don't let the baby fall backward." she then pulled it over the top of my tights. "Oh damn! We've messed the baby's hair." She went to a drawer getting out a hairbrush. Aunt Mary then brushed my hair, using more hairspray. My hair felt as stiff as cardboard and looked like the hairstyle of an old "Star Trek" series girl's hair except not pink or another color. I looked into the mirror by the bed. Both girls looked fascinated at me. Aunt Mary laid me back down, producing a pair of pink rumba pants with loads of white lace. She pulled those up my legs over the tights. "There, baby's bottom end is done! Now lets finish the top." She said producing a matching pink baby girl's dress. The dress had a square elasticized top with pleats just below the breast area. The hem was trimmed with white lace, as were the elasticized short puffy sleeves. Over my head it went! She pulled it down to below my butt, fastening it at the back with two white pearl buttons. By now I was sobbing and whimpering uncontrollably. Aunt Mary sat next to me on the bed, undoing the top of her dress saying, "Now girls, I'm now going to demonstrate why we ladies have breasts." "When a woman becomes pregnant she starts lactating or producing milk to feed the baby from her breasts. This will continue sometimes until the child is three or four years old. Care is to be maintained to make sure the breasts are sanitary for the baby's sake. It is also advisable to have a front fastening bra when nursing like this one." Aunt Mary said as she uncoupled the fastenings. Out popped her breasts! She reached for me, draping my back across her lap with my face looking up at her breast. Her arm was supporting my neck. I screamed with humiliation at this stage as she said, "There, there Darling, din din is coming. Now girls watch this." Aunt Mary tilted her nipple with her spare hand. It immediately stood to attention. With her middle finger on one side of her nipple and her fore finger, she pulled my mouth to it. The breast just popped in my mouth. My cries became muffled as she rocked me backward and forward. Both girls looked amazed at how quiet I had become. "As soon as a baby starts to suckle at the breast they soon quiet down. After about ten minutes you give them the other breast." Aunt Mary said with a smile as she turned me round, putting me on the other breast. I have to admit something about it was very soothing after crying as long as I had. When I woke up I saw pink bars around my bed, sheep on the walls and hanging toys. Where am I? I thought as I looked around. I felt so weak I could not move well. I hadn't the strength to stand up. As I gazed about the room as Aunt Mary walked in saying, "Hello my darling little Angiekins. Has my little girl woken up? You've woken in Alison and Gwen's old nursery Sweetie. Don't be afraid Auntie is right here. Aunt Mary said as she looked over the crib, "Can babykins remember why she is here?" I partly nodded my head Yes. Aunt Mary continued by saying, "My little darling you've been given a muscle relaxant. Angie was a very naughty little girl at Auntie's hairdressers earlier. Auntie, Gwen and Alison are going to treat you like a baby all week." Aunt Mary then tweaked my cheek with her fingers to show a type of affection to a baby. I looked at her with a pleading look. I wanted to tell her I needed the toilet badly. I couldn't speak! The muscle relaxant must be working on my larynx. All I could do was make a straining sound. "Lets get you up and get you some dinner, Sweetie." She said as she picked me out of the crib easily. Aunt Mary carried me downstairs to the kitchen. She sat me down in a baby's high chair. Gwen was asked to make some oatmeal in a bowl for me. She was also told to taste the oatmeal to make sure it was not too hot for Angiekins. When Gwen arrived with the oatmeal Aunt Mary placed a bib around my shoulders and started spoon-feeding me saying, "Open wide Sweetie." as the spoon went in. While she was feeding me she started to wiggle her nose saying, "Oh dear, has little Angie filled her diaper. Gwen, will change it for you when you have finished your din, din." I had even noticed the horrendous smell although I was tranquilized. I must have relieved myself not even realizing what I had done. It must be the relaxant, I thought. When I had finished, eating Gwen picked me up out of the chair. As Gwen laid me on a plastic mat, she had a smirk on her face. I could tell from the time when I arrived that she didn't like me. She was enjoying every minute of my humiliation. Gwen pulled down my tights and pants undoing the towel around me. I cried at my humiliation as Aunt Mary and Alison looked on. Gwen pulled my legs in the air, wiping me all round, and re- powdering me. She replaced my diaper giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead. Gwen then picked me up sitting on the sofa opening her blouse and bra. She then brought forward her breast putting my mouth on it. "That was excellent my dear daughter. I would have to say you're a natural at motherhood." she said as Gwen smiled changing me from one breast to the other. For a whole week, I was treated like this between Gwen and Aunt Mary. I never suckled Alison because Aunt Mary thought she was too young. However, she was allowed to watch, learn and help while I was bathed, fed, and treated as any twelve-month-old. Chapter 5 After a week of taunting and humiliation, Aunt Mary woke me up saying, "Okay Angie, you've had your punishment and accepted it well. Very shortly, the medication you've been getting will wear off. This has been a simple warning to you. If you ever embarrass me again, you will be put in dresses of a younger girl permanently." She then walked out of the door. Sure enough over the next couple of hours, the sedative wore off. I was able to climb out of the crib myself. I went downstairs. "Get yourself out of that diaper and baby's dress. Clean yourself up in the bathroom. I will inspect you when you are finished. Put on your bathrobe. I'll get you some clothes out of your new wardrobe. Remember, I don't think you want any more punishments like the one you just finished." Aunt Mary said. I entered the bathroom, taking off my punishment clothes and diaper. Yech! What a mess I thought. I washed my 3 f's. I powdered and used deodorant. I dressed in my pink terry cloth bathrobe. When I finished, I called Auntie. When She came upstairs, she inspected me from head to toe. "Very Good, Angie! You've been learning haven't you." she said with a smile on her face. When we went back to my room, she opened one of the two wardrobes. It was full of new clothes. Aunt Mary took out a white sleeveless tee shirt with a powder blue logo on it. It was immediately pulled over my head. She then took out some matching powder blue shorts and white panties. She slipped the cotton panties up my legs. I noticed they had what looked like re- enforcing in the crotch, where she sprinkled the talcum powder. She then slid the shorts up my legs, fastening them with the single button at the elasticized top. The shorts didn't quite come down to mid thigh and were baggy. When my legs were closed together, they looked like a girl's skirt. Then came the sandals, which were white, trimmed with light blue. I slipped them on my feet without socks. "Auntie shouldn't I wear socks with these sandals?" I asked. "No darling," she replied, "The weather is warm. You need to keep your legs and feet as free as possible for the air to circulate. You'll keep much cooler." I looked in the wardrobe and could see rows of the same sort of clothing I was wearing. "Aren't these clothes more for girls, Auntie?" I politely asked. "Of course not darling. Blue is for a boy." she added. I accepted her answer but felt concerned when I saw some of the other colors in the wardrobe. Oh well, at least I am not wearing pink today, I thought. "What is in the other wardrobe, Auntie? I inquisitively asked. "Nothing for you to worry about darling. It's kept locked all the time, I use it for storage. Now go to Alison, downstairs. I want you both to go outside and play while I get breakfast." She said as she playfully tapped my butt. "Angie, I just forgot to give your vitamins. Go and get a glass of water from the bathroom." she asked. I did as she said, getting the water. "Open wide" she said. I opened my mouth; she popped two little vitamin pills in my mouth. "Now off you go." she said. I scurried off downstairs. Alison was there already as I joined her watching morning television. There was a lady having a makeover as part of a woman's hour television program. Alison was deeply engrossed in the program. "Good morning Alison." I said "Quiet!" She said. "This lady is having her face made up. I'm trying to watch what they're doing." I started to watch the program but found it very boring. I was glad when Auntie called us for breakfast. Great! I thought, I didn't have to sit in that high chair anymore. What a relief! As we ate breakfast Alison asked, "Mommy, I was just watching television. A beautician said after you have applied lipstick dab it with powder and then re-apply it." "That's the correct way to apply it when you're going somewhere special. You want your make-up to last longer. On normal days powder first and then use your lipstick." Aunt Mary said. I was totally uninterested with the women's stuff until I heard Aunt Mary say, "Alison your hair needs a trim. I've booked you and Angie in at Joan's. Your and Angie's appointment is at 11:30. You for a trim and Angie for a blow wave." I shuddered at the thought, although I smiled meekly. "And I am so sure that Angie will be good. I will drop you both at the door without going in. I will pick you both up and pay the bill, when I return from Aunt Rose. I'm going to see if her and Jake (her son) would like to come over here for afternoon tea today. Oh, and make sure you call him Angie when you are in the salon, Alison." "Yes mommy." Alison replied. Aunt Mary dropped us outside the salon. She kissed Alison and I saying, "I will be back in half an hour. Now go straight in that door while mommy watches you go in, okay. I don't want any nasty men trying to run off with my girls." "Ok mommy." Alison said as looked back and waved to her as we entered the shop. "Good morning girls." said Sarah. "Good morning Sarah." We both said together. She stood up, getting two capes off the hooks. "Arms out!" she said to Alison as she draped her, fastening the smaller size cape around her back. "Arms out!" she said to me doing the same. I really hated this humiliation. I wasn't about make a fuss for fear of the nursery and dresses. My Aunt's threats rang through my mind. "Take a seat girls. Jane is doing Angie's blow dry. Alison, Joan is doing your trim." We both sat down in the gowns. Oh no! I realized this time I have shorts on. Look at Alison with a skirt on! She is showing her legs the same as I. I look like a girl! I began to fill with tears. I wiped the tear from the corner of my eye with my finger. As I did the gown lifted exposing more of my legs. Alison looked at me saying, "Don't cry I'll stay with you. I'll ask if we can sit together." At that time Jane called us through saying, "Ready girls, take your seats, put your heads back in the bowl." As I leaned back, I remembered about crossing my ankles as the gown lifted. There we lay! Jane shampooed my hair while Joan shampooed Alison's. Joan did Alison's hair because they were not that busy. In fact, there were only two ladies in the Salon. We both had our hair dried. I was happy because I did not have to have any heated rollers in this time. Alison's hair was slightly longer than mine she had hers trimmed without any glitches. Since her hair was longer, I was finished first. Aunt Mary entered the salon looking at us saying, "Oh, you both look beautiful." Aunt Mary broadly smiled as she paid Sarah. Joan came over Aunt Mary saying, "Mary, are you going to let Angie's hair grow longer?" "Well perhaps another couple of inches" she replied. "Well I think it may be a good idea to consider a body perm. It's so her hair holds its shape better. Give it another inch or so and I think it'll be necessary." Joan said "Yes I think that maybe a good idea. We'll