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This story deals with adult situations and subject matter.
If you are not of age, do not continue reading. All characters are
fictional and do not represent anyone living or dead.
This is my first attempt at writing so I hope readers can forgive any
errors I may have made. Authors are always advised to "write what you
know" -- so although this is fiction though... most all of it is based
on personal experiences... Hope you enjoy... would appreciate feedback.
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IT ALL BEGAN INNOCENTLY
Copyright (C) 2004 - Karen Virginia
It all began innocently. The week before, we were at home doing nothing
but watching TV together, and my girlfriend was painting her nails and
I always found that erotic. She had such beautiful long nails. And she
cared for them well. While she did the nail salon thing every few
weeks, she changed her own polish much more frequently herself. This
time it was dark wine color but it could have been green as far as I
was concerned, it was the act of painting them that was erotic to me.
She looked up at me while I was dazing and enamored, and asked what
that funny expression on my face was about. I explained that I found
the whole process sexy and wonderful... and was sorry for staring.
She laughed, and said you ought to try it sometime then. Little did she
know that it was a secret desire.
I didn't think again about this for weeks... She brought up the subject
again when we were at the mall shopping one Saturday morning. She had
decided to pop in the nail salon for a fill-in and suggested I go with
her. Go with her, why I asked?
While we were walking along towards the mall's nail salon, she said
that she had been looking for a website she had visited a few days ago,
on our computer, and she stumbled along my surfing at Fictionmania in
the home computer's browser history. I gulped and nearly wet my pants.
She said, don't worry, I think it's kinda cute. Let's have some 'girl'
fun together.
We entered the nail salon and while I took a seat in the waiting area,
my girlfriend went up to the desk and spoke with the receptionist.
As my girlfriend gave a few whispers to and giggles later from one of
nail techs she waved me over towards her and I found me sitting at a
station with my girlfriend a few feet away getting her fill-in at
another station.
I wasn't sure what to expect. I sat down at the station, and just put
my hands up. The nail tech picked up my left hand... Then she began by
gently roughing up my nails with a nail file. Each nail was lightly
rubbed with a nail file. I looked at my hands, the nails on all 10
fingers looked like they were lightly frosted.
Next, one-by-one on each fingertip she glued what I though were the
longest talons I had ever seen. After finishing my left hand with the
talon tips, she had me put it up under a warm lamp while she worked on
the other hand. Once both hands were done, she went back to the left
hand and asked ?how long? ? I turned to my girlfriend a few booths
away, and asked, how long? She giggled and said, about an inch.
The nail technician nodded and trimmed over half of the long talons
off. Then there was the next question, ?oval or square?. Again I turned
to my girlfriend and asked. She giggled again and suggested oval.
The nail technician began to round the ends of each nail... as she
moved the file back and forth; she gripped each finger firmly right
below the nail bed and rapidly filed the ends into an oval shape.
A small container of white powder, almost the consistency and color of
powered sugar was opened. And another container of a clear liquid,
which I first thought was water. But soon realized from the slight
odor, it was now obvious to me it was a chemical and no water.
The nail technician took a medium sized fine brush and dipped it in the
clear liquid, then dipped it in the powder. The powder changed nearly
instantly into a pasty off-white mass... The subsequent application of
the substance on the brush was fascinating me. The nail technician put
a small amount of it on the base of my own nail, and then smoothed it
over the entire glued-on nail surface. She took quick strokes to smooth
it, and cover the entire nail surface. After every application, she
dried the brush on a paper towel and then repeated the dip-in-clear-
liquid, dip-in-powder process and did the next nail.
It took no time at all. By the time she had done every nail, my
girlfriend's fill-in was done and she was over at a table with her
hands under a blue light. I couldn't tell the color her nail technician
had used, but was sure it was beautiful.
The nail technician then lightly buffed each nail smooth. A little dust
remained all over the nails and my hands. She asked me to go over to
the sink and wash my hands very well. Soap and dry, do it twice she
asked ? as I was walking, nervously, over to the sink in the back.
I did as requested... when I came back, she asked ? what color? I
turned to my girlfriend again ? and she first giggled, then said I'll
pick one for you. She got up and wandered over to the salon's wall
where there were at least a hundred different polishes. Careful not to
smudge her own still-wet nails. She chose a deep pink, almost a salmon
color and handed it to the nail technician. I noticed her beautiful
bright red nails. It had been a long time since I saw her wear such
bright red. My girlfriend sat back down underneath the blue light
again... and left me alone ... just a pink bottle in front of me.
Soon, brush stroke by light brush stroke, the nail technician painted
each of my nails one at a time. After the left hand was done, she
gently moved it over to a small fan. She then began to work on the
right hand. She moved my right hand back to a small fan. The process
was then repeated on each hand ? I now had two coats of the strong
pinkish polish.
I just stared at my nails during this process and was dumbfounded.
Having 1? nails, a pretty pink, and with my girlfriend just a few feet
away... it was nearly more than I could handle.
After my nails were double-coated, my girlfriend motioned me towards
the blue light where she was sitting. I sat down and giggled with her.
She asked me well, what did I think. I said, I'm not sure yet ? these
will take some time to get used to.
About 15 minutes later, us chatting about anything except my new nails,
a small timer went off and my girlfriend said it's time for us to
leave. She picked up a spray can of a 'quick-dry' and lightly spritzed
it on her nails, and then on mine. She advised that while the nail
polish was now dry to the brief touch, I needed to be careful as
they'll still scuff or smudge if I rub on them. I asked the obvious
question, I guess that means I can't put my hands in my pockets as we
walk back to the car. No way was the reply we don't want you to mess
them up.
The walk to the car through the mall seemed like an eternity. I was
expecting everyone in sight to point and laugh. But surprisingly,
nobody noticed.
We got in the car. My girlfriend suggested that she drive, as she had
more practice with driving with semi-wet polish. After I carefully got
in the passenger seat, all I could do was stare at my hands.
As we got home, I told my girlfriend how much fun I had, and was glad
to have done it. She winked at me and asked, in a mysterious almost
mischievous voice, do you want to have some more fun.
I winked back and said, I'm always up for fun.
When we got in the house, she led me upstairs. While I was thinking
sex, I quickly found out it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She
directed me strip down naked. And then I was told to close my eyes.
Standing there naked with my nails done and my beautiful girlfriend
next to me was so erotic, my erection was rapidly growing.
Next think I knew, I felt a cold cream or something being gingerly
applied to my chest... I was told to hold my arms out and the same cold
sensation soon enveloped them. Next I was told to stand with my feet
apart, and again, the same cold sensation. I soon realized that this
wasn't a body moisturizer or anything like that; it had a definite
chemical smell which began to become foul.
I asked if I can open my eyes ? and she said, not for 10 minutes. After
what seemed like an eternity, I heard the shower come on. A few moments
later, my girlfriend said the temperature was OK. I was directed to get
in the shower and use the loofa there all over.
Imagine my shock as I found thick clumps of hair just falling off my
body. I didn't mind at that point, just getting the smelly stuff off of
me was worth anything. I went over my arms, chest and legs one more
time with the loofa. I was stunned at just how smooth and hairless I
was.
As I started to turn off the shower, she said, wash your hair. I
lathered up and washed my hair as she asked. I wasn't sure why...
Stepping out of the shower, I realized I felt a lot cooler than
normal... Every motion seemed to be like a wind blowing on my skin.
My girlfriend handed me a towel and directed me to dry off but to not
dry my hair. The towel felt warm and very soft against my slightly pink
skin. I was reminded to keep my nails from getting messed up... but
they had mostly dried by now.
I wondered what else she had in store. It didn't take long to find out.
With my wet hair, slightly cold, and with just a towel around my waist.
She said to sit down at her vanity.
She combed through my wet hair... and then began to section it off. She
made a divide from ear to ear through the back of my hair, everything
above the part in the back she twisted a couple of times and clipped to
the top of my head. She combed through the back of my head again.
Apparently satisfied, she opened the top drawer of the vanity and
pulled out a roller... I saw several sizes in several colors in the
drawer. The biggest were a yellow, the middle size was a pink, and the
smallest was blue. They appeared to have a sponge center and a clip on
them.
She took about a one-inch lock of my hair and rolled a blue roller into
it. She then asked me to hand her another blue one. I picked up a blue
one, gave it to her. Little by little she continued to section a lock
of my hair, roll it up, and then call out another color. I lost count
of how many she had put in the back of my hair, but I suspect it was
about 10 rollers ? of a mixture of the small blue ones and the medium
pink ones.
She removed the clip from on top of my head, and undid the twist and
the rest of my hair fall down. The top of my head was combed out
straight. Then the process repeated. But this time I could really see
what was going on. These rollers went in a little slower. She
apparently was deciding on placement more carefully. I had a few yellow
ones in the back, but mostly pink and blue ones again.
When she was finished, I joked, now I know what she goes through to be
beautiful. She smarted back, in that same mischievous voice, that I
didn't yet know the half of it.
Oops, I thought to myself. That was a bit stupid to say.
She grabbed my hand and let me over to the dresser. Her dresser. She
pulled out a pair of light pink satin panties and handed them to me. I
sheepishly put them on. My erection being apparent in them.
She instructed me to close my eyes again. I was told to stick my arms
out straight forward. As I did so, I felt straps being run up both of
my arms and onto my shoulders. As I felt cloth touch my back, I
realized it was a bra being put on.
My girlfriend giggled, I'm so glad I had one to fit you. As I opened my
eyes she snapped back at me, to keep my eyes shut.
She stuffed something into each cup. The elastic across my back felt a
bit snugger as she filled the bra out.
Next I was told to sit down on the bed, but keep my eyes closed. She
helped me over to the bed and I sat on the edge.
She picked up one foot and told me to keep it a few inches off the
ground. A few seconds later, I felt what I knew was hose being drawn up
my leg. She drew it up about to my knee and then repeated the process
on the other leg. I was told to stand up, and she worked the hose up
the rest of the way to a few inches below my groin. The tops of the
hose felt funny, kinda rubbery. But the feeling on the rest of my legs
was wonderful. I instinctively brushed my calves together and found the
feeling just mind blowing.
She told me I could open my eyes. I looked down and touched the top of
my legs. I felt the top elastic band and realized it was a thin, almost
like silicone band inside of the hose. My girlfriend giggled, and
explained it was there to keep them from slipping down.
Realizing what had happened, I asked her if this was going a bit far.
She just giggled again and said it's not nearly over... She had much
more planned, but was glad I was being such a good sport.
She went over to her side of the closet. She slid all the hangers to
one side, then began to move them one by one to the other side ?saying
no, no, no, no, maybe, maybe, no, no, and then I heard an ecstatic YES!
She pulled a pink outfit out of the closet. It was a jumper style, with
little pink on pink flowers in the pattern. She laid it on the bed. She
turned back to the closet and began to continue the process... she soon
stopped at a white shirt with short sleeves.
I was handed the white shirt and told to put it on. It was a bit tight,
but not too bad. My fake tits filled it out well. She then unzipped the
pink frock and had me step into it. She brought up the straps over my
shoulders and zipped up the back.
She stood back and admired her handiwork. She deemed it was a good
start. A good start I thought to myself. Here I am with one-inch long
pink nails, wearing hose and panties, with a bra underneath a white
shirt, and a pink jumper on ? and my hair up in curlers.
So much for a start, it seemed like a finish-line to me.
She went back to the closet and began to rummage on the floor. A few
moments later, she stood up and had found a pair of flat sandals with a
strap and buckle across the toes. I'm not sure these will fit you, but
loosen the buckle and try them on. My feet were a bit big for the
sandals, but they did fit with the buckle loosened up a notch or two.
She told me that they would do until she could get some shoes in my
size. I looked at her strangely and she just winked at me.
She led me back to her vanity. I saw myself in the mirror for the first
time. From the neck down, I looked like a woman. From the neck up, I
looked like a man with curlers in his hair. It was a strange
combination.
My girlfriend told me to shave ... she was specific that I was to shave
as close as possible. And while I was doing that, she said to shave off
my sideburns, up to the top of my ears. I did what I was told. When I
was done, she wetted a towel with warm water and told me sit down at
the vanity and to lean my head back. She placed the warm wet towel
around my face and beard. A few minutes later she removed the towel and
said to shave again.
I don't think I've ever had my face this smooth in my life. Like the
rest of my body, it was baby smooth.
She sat me down again at the vanity. She reached over to the counter
and picked up a bottle. She showed it to me, it said Revlon Colorstay.
After she opened the bottle, she picked up a little sponge triangle and
wet it with the liquid inside. Dabbing it gently all over my face,
forehead, and neck. She stood back and surveyed the work. Dabbed a few
more times and then stopped.
Next, she picked up a slender black tube. I was told to close my eyes
again. I felt a very cold wet feeling across my eyelid from the inside
to the outside. She said to keep my eyes closed. Next I felt the same
cold wet feeling on my other eye. Again, she said to keep my eyes
closed. I felt her fanning my face with something...
About a minute later, she stopped fanning my face and said I could open
my eyes. I looked in the mirror and saw what was eyeliner had been
applied. She turned my head back to her and told me to look up.
Picking up another black tube, she opened it and produced a brush at
the end of a handle. I realized it was mascara. Looking towards the
ceiling, she brushed against my lashes several times. My eyelids began
to feel strangely heavy, and I could feel a tickle when I blinked.
Reaching back to the vanity, she picked up and popped open a rectangle
case which had several colors inside of it. She dabbed a q-tip looking
sponge brush on a few of the colors, lightly mixing them together. I
was told to close my eyes again. I felt her brush the sponge across one
eye, then the other. She reached back to the color case, and mixed a
different set of colors together and went back to stroking my eyes, a
little higher up this time.
Almost done she announced. She picked up a red pencil and drew a line
around my lips. Picking up a tube of lipstick, she gently filled in the
red outline.
Lastly, she picked up small case with a pink looking flat cake inside.
She took a big fluffy brush and rubbed it on the pink cake, and then
against each of my cheeks. They took on a soft pink glow.
There! She announced. As I looked in the mirror, she stood behind me
and looked into my reflection as well. I couldn't believe my eyes. The
face staring back at me was gorgeous, I didn't recognize myself.
My eyes were done in a medium brown over my lids, and from my lids to
my eyebrows, it was a dusty pink. Where the brown left off and the pink
began, it was a gradual blended change...
My lips stood out in a pretty pinky-red color. They looked like they
belonged on a model, not my face.
Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and said come
downstairs. As I followed her, I could feel the airy feeling under the
jumper, and my legs rubbed together and I felt the silkily feeling of
the hose. Even the sandals felt good... they kinda clicked as I walked
and felt strangely good.
She led me down to the den, and set me down on the couch. She moved a
small table behind the couch. Be right back she said. I heard her go
back upstairs. When she returned, she had what looked like and old-
fashioned hard-shell hair dryer. She placed it on the table behind the
couch and plugged it in. She unfolded it and positioned it over my
head, still full of curlers. As the warmth of the air flowed across my
hair, I wondered how long this would take.
She handed me the remote, but I could only watch TV, I couldn't hear it
over the noise of the dryer. So I flipped through the channels,
watching mostly CNN or MSNBC or anything with text on the screen. Then
I realized I could turn on closed captioning and at least follow along
with the images.
Every so often, about every 20 minutes, she'd lift up the dryer hood
and touch my hair. Each time she said, a little while longer. Several
little while longer's turned into about an hour and a half.
When she checked it the last time, and pronounced it done, she turned
off the dryer. She brought a large plastic bowl from the kitchen.
I was asked to scoot to the edge of the couch and turn away from her.
She began to remove the curlers, beginning at the bottom of my head,
and working up the back to the front. As she removed each one, she
dropped them into the bowl.
When she was done, she proclaimed, you just aren't going to believe the
curls. She announced it came out much better than she thought. I wanted
to see it, but she told me to sit on the couch and wait...
A few minutes later, she came back with a large-toothed comb, and a
large can of hairspray. She ran the comb loosely through my hair, and
ran her fingers through my hair as well. Turning me to face here and
back away from her several times.
She told me to close my eyes and not to breathe. I heard the hiss of
the hairspray and its scent ? a little perfume and a little chemical
smell ? seeped into my nose. She sprayed the top, sides, back and back
over all of my head several times. She proclaimed, it's not going to go
anywhere.
Go check it out in the bathroom she suggested. I walked over to the
downstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was stunned by what I
saw. Hundreds and hundreds of super curly curls. I reached up to touch
my hair and she said, stop, you'll mess it up.
With my face done up, and my hair styled, I was amazed at how I looked.
Even she said she was amazed at how well her little project turned out.
Let's go have some more fun she proclaimed. Looking at her, I asked
what did she mean. She handed me a pink purse she had brought down and
placed next to the dryer and picked up her car keys.
Back to the mall dear I was told.
I gave her a panicked look. She said, don't worry, you look fabulous.
Nobody would know it's you.
It was a bit strange to walk out of the house and get back in the car,
dressed and looking like I did... But I was excited as well.
We drove the short drive back to the mall. She parked the car near a
shoe store.
Come along, we need to get you some better shoes than those sandals.
Something that will fit you better.
We went into the shoe store and began to browse around. It was one of
those huge self-service shoe stores with all the styles up on table
tops, and the shoe boxes in different sizes below each style. She
picked up a few as we walked along and asked my opinion on each one of
them. I was still so nervous that I couldn't really give a reasonable
opinion on them.
Finally she spied a pair of pretty pink and white shoes with a short
heel. I sat down and she said, let's try this size first. I slid off
the sandal from one foot and she slid it on. Too big I said. She tried
the next size down and it fit like a glove. Put the other one on and
see how they feel. I did, and they felt fine. The small heel was
comfortable, and I could walk fine in them.
I put my sandals back on, and she put the shoes back in the box. We
walked up the cash register to check out. I realized I didn't bring my
wallet or any cash with me. She whispered to me, don't worry, my treat.
And besides, you don't want to flash your credit card with your male
name on it do you? I laughed and whispered back, you have a great point
there.
After we checked out, she handed me the bag with shoes inside. We
walked back towards the car, and she suggested that I sit down on the
seat and change from the sandals. I put on the newly purchased shoes
and looked down at my feet. They looked so dainty and feminine.
She asked what I wanted to do now. I wasn't sure, and then an idea
flashed in my mind...
To be continued / SIBC...
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