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I finally figured why Carrie was so easy to 'do' my hair. She has been
wanting a male toy to play with in the salon chair. My dear sweet
Carrie is really wanting to dominate me and in my next appointment she
teaches me to sit still while she has her fun...
Following up to my appointment Carrie calls me while I'm at work, busy
with a customer. It happens from time to time. Here I am with someone
in my office and I'm trying to decide what I'm going to do with my
favorite stylist. It can sure make one squirm.
"Are you ready to try some different treatments? I'm ready to shift
into high gear with your appearance. I even made some free time for
just the two of us in the salon, if you're interested, but beware! I
will call the shots, literally. Interested? Hmm? Hmm?"
Well, if that wasn't enough to make me shift in my seat, I guess
nothing could.
"It sounds like some intense fun is in store, I'm yours. I can free
some time in an afternoon. What did you have in mind?"
She didn't take long at all to inform me of my next appointment. "Be
hear tomorrow afternoon after Four PM and be prepared to for just about
anything, get my drift? Don't disappoint me. I might get a little
testy, otherwise. We don't want that, trust me, dearie."
I thought she was being a little pushy, but I had to admit I liked the
way things sounded. I figured by Six PM I would be more a woman than a
man and would be so done up that I would need a week's vacation to get
over it. Hmm, I wonder if Family Medical Leave Act would work? I'll
think of something.
Arriving at the salon at four, there were a few women and girls getting
finished up with various colors and styles of the moment. I walked in,
sat down and started thumbing through a hairstyle magazine and wandered
into my euphoric state. Carrie walked up to me and smiled right through
me.
"Good afternoon, ready for some fun? I thought while there were a few
others still here we might play with a set. How's that?"
"Girl, the buttons are pushed, let's go!" I replied.
I followed her over to the shampoo bowls and she put on me the shiniest
pink vinyl cape, "How do you like this one? I found it just for you."
winking and grinning at me. "I found a few other things for you that
you might like trying on in a little while."
Now that piqued my interest.
"Lay back and enjoy. After one more leaves I'll break out the wine and
we can take the edge off"
I said, "Where have you been all my life?"
Those wonderful ripe melons inches above my face and that woman flesh
of her hips rubbing up against me while she shampoos my hair puts me
exactly in that wonderful mood, once again. Even if you never want to
get a 'do' at least get a shampoo and a wet cut in a salon. That's what
put me in the trance the first time. I haven't been the same since.
"We're going to have a deep conditioning today to start our services,
Miss!"
Yep, it didn't slide over my wet head. I heard her and felt that warmth
against my cheeks. I also felt a warmth between my legs and, I swear I
think it made my nipples tingle. She kept massaging my scalp with a
very sensuous smelling conditioner for several minutes before putting a
plastic cap on me and sitting me up in the shampoo chair.
Standing directly in front and looking down at me, Carrie said, "Feel
good?"
I said, "Do I really need to answer that?"
She looked down at my crotch and then looked up towards me grinning and
said, "It was rhetorical, but I just had to."
The last customer had left and the last stylist was getting ready to
leave. Carrie went over to her and was talking and they were both
sharing a laugh that I'm sure had me written all over it.
She looked over at me and just said, "Enjoy" as she stepped out.
Carrie locked the door and came back over to me and said, "Now, how
about that wine I promised?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
I didn't really need it, but who was I to refuse. I think I'm way
beyond tipping this girl. She brought over a bottle of blush and two
glasses and slid a chair next to mine and we emptied the bottle before
she did anything else to me.
We sat there and talked about anything and everything. Her boyfriends
and my girlfriends were discussed and compared and bragged about and
picked apart so much that, and with that wine floating around in both
of us, I wasn't sure whose boyfriends or girlfriends were which of
ours, or whatever. I think it is safe to say that we both felt real
good and just slightly tipsy. I would tell her about every time I got
to watch a girlfriend fix herself up. I would sit back and watch her
every move when she would fix her makeup and hair. I told her I always
wondered what it felt like. She told me about how her current boyfriend
likes to plat with her hair and has actually had him color and set her
hair. She loves it when he gives her a long sensuous shampoo and
conditioning quite often.
t this point I'm just staring at her with fascination and tell her,
"What I'd give for that is off the charts, baby!" I said, "I never
really thought about giving a girlfriend a session like that, but I
sure will offer it at the earliest convenience."
She gave me a devilish grin while saying, "You never know. I might lend
him to you for a session. You most definitely would enjoy those hands.
He's every bit as good or better than me with a shampoo, girlfriend."
I about sent the last sip of wine down the wrong way when she said
that. Laughing and sipping don't work too well together.
"Now that we've polished that bottle off, let's get you under the dryer
for a bit and I'll go mix a few things up for our next round of
therapy, shall we?"
I got comfy and start reading an article in Cosmo about 'How to keep
your love life at its peak'. This should be entertaining. Carrie went
over to counter and started preparing what I guessed was hair color. Oh
well, we'll find out soon enough. I'm glad I still had that pink cape
on. It didn't act like it was interested in being anything but stiff.
Almost hurt!
Back to the shampoo bowl and rinse the conditioner out. Always fun.
Then, while still rinsing, Carrie said, "I hope you don't mind, but I
took the liberty to bring a few things in that I thought would enhance
your experience this afternoon. Let me get you dried off and then you
can go see, okay?"
I really didn't know what to say, so I said, "Your wish is my command.
I can't wait. I like surprises."
The slope is real slippery and I'm sliding right fancily. She finishes
drying my hair and points me in the right direction of the counter,
and, next to the hair color is a very pretty, satiny pink bra and
panty. Next to it is a satin and lace garter belt and two seamed
stockings dangling off the ledge. A box that contained a pair of pink
pumps appears to be my size. Another box that had 'Curves' on it sized
'large' contained my needs for wearing the bra.
My head was swimming by now, and she asked me, "Well, are you just
going to stand there? If you need any help, I'll be more than happy to
assist." grinning from ear to ear.
Needless to say, I took everything and went into the ladies room.
She didn't follow me in but she said, "That's not everything. Unless
you wish to just prance around in your new undies, I brought you a
skirt and blouse, too. It might be a bit more workable for you to make
your debut in."
Talk about being a kid in a candy store. I had more fun putting those
things on, but I wasn't sure I wanted to come out. When it sunk in what
I was wearing I wanted to crawl out. Then, something happened in my
head. I started feeling like a woman. I know I was tipsy, but she must
have known that this would happen and I started gaining momentum toward
the door. I walked out and stood in the salon and she acted like she
was blushing and came over with the white silk blouse with a big bow on
the front.
"You might like to put this on. Here's the skirt, too."
While I was playing with everything in the ladies room she had changed
her lip color and had made her eyes quite a bit more dramatic, almost
like a Maybelline TV commercial.
All I could say was, "Wow! You look delicious!" Her face had the same
thing written all over it that I was feeling.
'Fuck me.' When I slid into the pumps on to my stockinged feet, I
mumbled "Fuck me." to myself and started laughing out loud.
"Oh, girlfriend. What do you think? I know I like it."
The skirt was a soft powder pink and everything just seemed to go so
well together.
"That's definitely your color. I think I have a masterpiece in the
works here. Go sit in my styling chair and let's play with your face,
okay, Marla? You remind me of a picture of Marla Maples, except for her
long blonde hair. I think it's a great name for you. What do you
think?"
"Carrie, did you read my mind? I've been thinking Marla ever since I
walked in here. I'm DEFINITELY Marla, right now."
I sat in the chair and waited for the makeup session when Carrie walked
up next to me and just dropped a wide piece of lacey ribbon over each
of my arms. I barely noticed it. She brought an atomizer near my face
and squeezed it a couple of times just close enough for me to smell the
most feminine fragrance. I thought I would melt. While I was melting,
She gently pulled the ribbon on my left arm together and tied it
underneath the arm of the chair. Then she walked around to my right
side and repeated the gesture with the atomizer before binding my right
arm. I don't think I even realized what had happened until after she
had been moisturizing my face. I know I didn't care.
"Oops, I forgot to put that pretty pink cape back on you. We don't want
to make a mess of that sexy blouse, do we?" she said. "I did that to
your arms in case you felt the urge to scratch your cute little nose
and, well, for other reasons, too. You okay?"
"I'm just fine. I can't imagine what those other reasons might be."
grinning at her and she gently smacks my cheek and telling me to be
still.
"This foundation is called honey beige and you are certainly becoming a
honey. I couldn't imagine the man who wouldn't melt looking at you
while sat at a table sipping your latte'."
I am getting to the point of needing some serious relief about now. I
don't know how, but I feel like what she is describing to me more and
more. Carrie had me faced away from the mirror but it just made the
anticipation worse and worse. All I could do was think about that
article I read earlier in the Cosmo. There wasn't a masculine thought
left in my head and I know she had to know, too. She was totally
engrossed in making me into a sexy middle-aged woman. I felt like my
body was tingling all over and could only wonder what a man would want
of me. I know I'm not wired or built anatomically for it, but I was
beginning to feel like I was.
"Let's shade those eyelids, a pencil at the lashes, dark pink and
lighter further up. Gives your eyes depth. Makes them very seductive,
if I may be so bold."
Carrie made my lashes look very long and separated each hairstrand. I
felt like I was a picture on the cover of Vogue.
She then applied a very light rose blush to my cheekbone and said, "Now
for those lips I have a rosy pink liner and this pale pink lip gloss. I
can't wait to let you see this! And we haven't even touched your hair,
yet. Guess you'll have to wait, after all."
It didn't matter to me. At this point, I was so far gone. Why I hadn't
made a mess down below I still don't know.
"There, now you're face is done. Close your eyes so I can seal this
pretty face on."
She sprayed something on my face then walked off to get the rollers. I
just happened to glance over to see where see was and noticed a tripod
set up next to the cash register and a red light was on. I thought
about panicking, but it was too late for that.
She saw me looking in the direction of the camcorder and grinned for
the umpteenth time this afternoon and said, "You are definitely having
a Kodak moment, Marla, Smile for the birdie!"
We both laughed and she began rolling my hair.
"I was going to give you some highlights today during all this, but I
don't think you need anything else except a style, now. Maybe next
time, okay? And, you know what? Before you even think about paying for
any of this, it's all on me. Now go get under the dryer. Oh, let me
untie you, first."
I sat under the dryer and couldn't keep my eyes off of her. But I was
thinking what it was like to be 'Her'. I know with what I was wearing
and how I was made up, I had a look of my own, But, every time I looked
at her I imagined myself walking like her and holding my arms like her.
It's hard to describe but I'm trying to feel like her, except I'm not
quite sure how she feels.
Carrie turns off the dryer and has me sit in the Queen's throne once
more and proceeds to take the rollers out and tease my hair. She sprays
it and then shapes my face gently with her hands and then lightly
kisses my pretty pink lips, her eyes wide open looking into mine. My
flesh became so warm and again, my nipples wanted to explode.
When she pulled away she said, "I just had to. You are so kissable.
Stand up. Go walk over to that mirror and see what a beauty you are."
The next thing I remember is Carrie sitting next to me on the floor. I
was flush and weak, but smiling.
Carrie asked, "Are you okay, Marla? I believe you just had what's
called an orgasm and it will be just the first of many..."
If I've given chapter two justice it will continue. :P
Elouise
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