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Looking in the mirror, I keep on telling myself, "I wonder what spirals
would look like cascading down around my face. Yeah, keep on living in
your fantasy world." is what I usually end up saying to myself. Every
time I go to a salon to get a trim I always get into a nutty
conversation with the stylist. It's always fun, just yakking. But,
there's always a moment when I almost come out and say: "Make me
beautiful! Style it like that picture out of the magazine we were just
joking about."
It's what I want, isn't it? I'm absorbed with the idea of being able to
cross that boundary all the time. And every time the stylist is
cackling because she just knows I'm joking. Well, maybe it will be
different, next time.
My hair is getting a bit shaggy and it really looks like crap, right
now. Damn! I wish I could just go on and do it. Why does it have to be
so difficult to indulge just one fantasy every once in a while,
especially since it should be so harmless. Well, so many years of "Guys
are this way and Gals are that way" will make one not fit the
stereotype.
Okay, this time I will go out of my way to put myself in a corner with
my stylist that she's suggesting she tries something different, like
giving me a perm and just putting that picture on my head. I'll joke
about the picture enough that she will get curious and want to see if
it could work on me. Can I really do that? Am I crazy? Yep, that's me!
The salon I go to is a nice trendy place that has been around for years
and is full of good stylists that I'm sure make a decent share of tips
after they've done their magic. It's always busy and you always need an
appointment. The lady who cuts my hair is young and full of herself,
has a great personality and everything else that goes along with
someone you would keep going back to, plus, she does a good job with
the scissors. I usually get an appointment for Tuesdays in the morning,
when it's not terribly busy, but there are usually several other
customers, usually middle aged attractive women, in there. I like it
that way. They know more of what they want and it's an atmosphere that
most men wouldn't want to be around when they go for a haircut. Not me.
I show up at 8:50 AM, a few minutes before my appointment with Carrie.
She's a tall, slender gal with short blonde hair, kind of boyish cut,
but her figure takes care of any confusion anyone might have with her
gender. Maybe that is what I like about her, also. I'm thumbing through
the style magazine that has my favorite picture and wander back and
forth around it pretending to myself I might find something a little
less daring to try out, this time. 9:00 AM arrives and I glance up as
she is walking towards me. We pass our greetings and head to the
shampoo bowls. The cape always reminds me, at first sight of the
pleasures that are to follow and some that might even go farther if I
come out of my bubble. Duh!
I lay my head back and feel the warmth as she wets my hair with the
lukewarm water and the warmth of her hips so close to my face as to
feel and smell her femininity. Umm, so nice.
I tell her laughingly, and so as a matter of factly, "You know, you
could do this all day long and I wouldn't complain. I'm completely
yours, right now."
She laughs and says, "Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause we don't have all
day to just wash hair. So I got you under my spell 'eh? That's a hoot.
I ought to stick you under a hood over there between two gals and give
you a magazine to read for an hour or so and see what you think after
that."
I reply jokingly, "All bark and no bite, might be fun. I'll have to try
it some time. I'll think about. What are you thinking about? Giving me
a real hairdo? What would everyone say? That'd be a riot, wouldn't it?"
She continues the shampoo and conditioning while smirking and saying,
"You would look real cute with a head full of curls and maybe
highlighting. I wonder if I could sneak that in, be fun anyway just
looking at your face after I was done giving you a 'Do'."
At this point I think I've succeeded in painting myself in that
proverbial corner, haven't I? Should I continue? Should I beat my head
against the wall and try to find reality? Nope. I am succeeding in
falling off the cliff quite well. Let's see how I land as Carrie wraps
a towel around my head and I get up and follow her to her station.
She turns and chuckles out, "Want to grab a coke or some coffee? Might
be a while before I let you loose again. Beauty takes time and it
sounds to me like you want your share. Hmm, wonder how a perm would do.
The color, no problem. Curls, yeh..."
Yep, I've fallen off the cliff.
"Tell you what. If you want to play with something like this picture, I
could buy that." handing her the magazine opened to the style I liked
and chuckling. "It's probably a bit of a departure from cleaning up my
split ends, and I'd probably want to kill us both if I couldn't get
back to reality with a comb. What do you think, oh superb stylist?"
"Well, Sweetheart, if that suits your fancy, why don't we give it a
shot? I can't wait to see you with all those rollers in your hair
sitting under that hood in between those ladies. I think that would
make a great pose for the Style section of the Sunday paper, too, ha!
You're not gonna chicken out while I'm winding you up, now, are you?
You are mine until I'm done. Besides, yes you can make it look
different with a comb. Or perhaps a little lip gloss, hehe."
"You go girl!" I say sarcastically and grinning.
Wow, am I really doing this? I wonder what I am going to look like when
I leave? Hopefully I can make it look like Sammy Hagar's instead of
Michelle Pfeiffer's, or should I come in next time in a dress and
pumps?
"Just make it so it's no fuss in the mornings for me. Should I be
worrying about what handbag goes with my shoes? Flats or pumps? Darn
this is confusing?"
She laughed some more and said, "I'll make you a sexpot if you don't
watch out and behave. That could be fun, too. Why don't I try? I think
a little color on your face would be good. A little eye shadow wouldn't
hurt. Just kidding, cutie. The perm will look good on you. Will give
your hair some desperately needed body and some highlights will look
great on you, but I feel like doing a bit more to you. You need to be
put down a notch or two. We might need to go shopping for a dress or
two after I'm done, at least panties and a bra and stockings. You
didn't know I had a wilder side, I'll bet."
Well, I am getting what I want. Anyway I'm having a heck of a blast
with a cool gal and if worse comes to worst, I can shave my head. I
don't think I'll tell her that, though. Should I tell her that I
already have the dress picked out? It's in my closet, along with the
rest of the pretties. Maybe I should wear it in next time. I'd bet she
didn't ever expect to be doing this today. Or have I been sending
signals for some time? What the Hell do I care? This is fun!
"Last roller, cutie. Guess what's next. It smells, but, oh what a price
for beauty. Sit still while I put this on each roller. Here's a towel.
You shouldn't need it, but, just in case. There. It needs to stay on a
while so I'll be back in a minute. Off to the ladies room. I'll bring
you some more coffee, too. If you need to go to the ladies' room, too,
you'll need to wait until I rinse the solution off, okay?"
"Okay, chicky." I replied, thinking that would be fun, too. This is
just too much. I can't believe myself, but I am sure having fun trying.
Of all the times I imagined myself in a salon with a head full of
curlers; I never thought I would see the day it would happen. Now my
head is full of those curlers and a bit further inside is a brain with
some added emotions, or shall I say, a lot of contradiction going with
what used to be just a lot of fantasy stuffed in between years of habit
and what ever. I actually can see myself in a lot of places, positions
and feelings. I'm not sure what they are, but my brain is working
overtime and is actually enjoying it! I wonder if Carrie really meant
what she said about the makeup and shopping, or was I becoming a bit
delusional. Probably, but I'll worry about that some other time. Me, in
a dress, shopping with Carrie. Nah! I hope she doesn't notice my
anatomy. Things are stiffening. God! I need a cigarette.
"Well, cutie. How are we holding up? It looks like it's time to finish
with the messy part of this and put on the neutralizer and then get you
rinsed off. My, you do look cute in all those rollers. I wish I had a
camera. Bet you do, too, don't you?" She said while applying more
solution to my future curly locks.
"That would have been too over the top, as if this isn't. I am feeling
a bit different sitting here. Is there something in those chemicals?
That would explain my feeling a little too much like that gal under the
hood, whatever is rummaging through her mind. I could probably relate."
I spouted out without realizing what I said.
She then said, "Have I played a little too rough with you, because I
have been having way too much fun. This is actually tedious work, but I
have really been enjoying myself... and it appears you have, too."
While glancing towards my legs noticing me shifting around and grinning
just knowing I was as hard as a rock. I was embarrassed as could be,
but it seemed to make it that much more fun to me. What am I telling
about myself? I guess my slip is finally showing.
"I guess I should tell you I have been wanting to do this for so darned
long. Yeah, I feel a bit out of place, but the weird part is I'm
actually in hog heaven. This feels so good." I blurted out, not knowing
how she would take it.
After the curlers were all out of my hair, Carrie said, "You know? I
have been getting a rush out of this, too. It's not every day you get a
guy in your chair and he acts like one of 'the girls'. It's definitely
different and so far pretty cool."
She didn't have to say it, but it made me feel better hearing it. While
rolling me up in magnetic rollers she continued choosing sizes and
holding it next to me.
"Want me to pierce your ears?" she said, as a matter of factly and then
chuckling.
"Maybe next time, after I walk in here wearing that dress and pumps,
which, the way things are going, might be later this afternoon, if I
don't have a heart attack."
"This fun could continue, you know. I don't mind at all. I am enjoying
doing this with you. I'll be glad to help you with makeup if you wish.
One thing at a time, though. Now, off to the dryer you go. Happy
thoughts, Dearie!"
While I sat under the hood, still in my cape and looking at a magazine,
I thought I had been on drugs or something. The newness hadn't worn off
at all. Just like she said she would, I was sitting between two women.
One was probably in her forties and looked great. I occasionally stole
a glance at her noticing her makeup and lips, down to her shoes,
imagining I was her. I could feel the bra underneath my/her blouse and
those sandals started to look very comfortable. I had impulses in me I
had only dreamed about for so long. I wanted to hug and kiss Carrie for
doing this to me. She was going to get a very large tip... The other
woman maybe glanced at me once, probably wondering what my problem was
and then going back to her magazine. She looked like she was going to
go out and shop, pick up the kids later and then, around bedtime let
her husband mess her hair up. I could imagine doing just that. She just
had that look on her face. How do I know? I don't know, but I wish I
were her and had that experience.
What seemed like five minutes, actually it was more like close to an
hour, Carrie came over and said, "Time to come visit me for awhile and
get those big ones out and start playing with other implements, Missy.
Maybe a little tease or so, for the hair, that is."
My hair was coming out a lot more feminine than I thought it would.
Full of curls, bouncy big curls.
"You might look a bit better with a touch of makeup and lip gloss. The
hair is looking great, if I may say so. I wish I had a blouse and skirt
for you to wear out of here. You would fool anyone that walked by.
Believe me!"
She was probably playing with me, but it sure didn't hurt me, one bit.
"I wish I came in here wearing those items, because somehow I think
they would at least work better with my hair, now. Glad I parked close
to the door."
Carrie finished putting each curl in its place with spray and took the
cape off of me. That was when it hit me in the gut, hard. I thought I
was going to pass out, at first. Maybe it was an orgasm. Was I turning
into a girl?
I certainly felt plenty of humiliation when I finally out of her chair
and walked to the cash register. I paid Carrie and then made another
appointment for next week.
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