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Creating The New You Salon
Part One
By Shayla Elizabeth
Five weeks ago I was driving home from work and decided I needed to get
a haircut. I figured up in my head that it had been about six weeks
since my last one, so I was due. The last women that had been cutting my
hair for the past seven years had decided that she was going to stay
home with her two young children so she would no longer be able to do my
haircuts. Soon I found myself pulling into a strip mall near to my
house, which had a new salon that had just opened. The Salon was called
"Creating the New You Salon". I decided to give it a try, thinking it
would be easy to get my haircut at a place so close to my house, I
should have thought that decision through more.
As I walked through the door the familiar smell of a salon greeted me,
although at the time I had no idea what the smells were, I soon would be
finding out first hand. The smells didn't bother me. I had been getting
my haircuts done at salons for years. It was obvious that the salon was
new, it had what appeared to be the latest high tech shampoo sinks and
hair dryers.
I walked up to the front counter and waited a few seconds before a very
attractive brunette women came out of a back room. She was wearing a
multicolored pleated skirt with a form-fitting sweater, her makeup was
perfect as was her hair. As she walked up she had a very inviting smile.
She introduced herself as Sasha and asked me how she could help me. I
said, "Hello, my name is Troy," and I proceeded to tell her my story
about needing a new person to cut my hair.
She told me she was sure she could help me out but first I needed to
fill out form so she could create a file on me, so she claimed. The form
was quite detailed asking questions such as age, weight, height, body
measurements, natural hair color natural eye color, marital status etc.
I filled out the form and handed it back to her, she looked it over
approvingly and said that I would do nicely. I was a little puzzled by
that comment but thought whatever.
After completing her review of the form she led me back into her private
hair studio. She told me, as we walked, that the other two women that
worked there had taken the day off so she was the only person there and
if I wouldn't mind could she locked the front door before "getting down
to business," as she put it.
I said that that was fine, I immediately felt at ease with her. As we
entered her private studio she had me sit in her styling chai. As I did
she said she would be right back after she locked the front door.
Several moments later she came back and asked what I had in mind. I said
that all I really needed was a trim. This is when things took a turn.
Sasha ran her fingers through my hair, which was a sandy blond color and
fairly short and said, "Do you trust me?"
I said, feeling a little bold, "Sure, what did you have in mind?"
"How much time do you have for me to work on you tonight?" she said with
a little flirt in her voice.
"I have all night, I have no plans, I am in your hands," I replied,
trying to flirt back.
"Great, I have something planned for you that is very different then
what you might expect," she said with a smile. "First, I think you would
be much more at ease if you had something to drink, wine perhaps?"
I said, "Sure," never being the kind of person to pass up on a merlot.
Sasha had me wait in the chair while she filled a glass with wine in
another room. She had my take a few large swallows of the wine before
wrapping a flowerer cape around me and easing me into the shampoo bowl.
She had just started the water when I felt a little funny. My body felt
very heavy but my mind was perfectly clear. I tried to move my arm but
it would not budge. She asked me if I was feeling Ok and I told her that
my body was suddenly frozen. She giggled a bit and said, "Yeah, the wine
works wonders, without it you would never allow me create the new you,
so lets get started."
I should have been terrified but the wine must have dulled my panic
reflex as well. As she washed my hair she began laying out what her
plans for me were. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. First she
informed me that the length of my hair was simply unacceptable and that
after a thorough washing and a deep conditioning she would begin the
necessary hair extensions, which she laughingly referred to as Step One.
She informed me that she wanted to do something much more extreme with
my look than what she normally did for her "clients". She said that she
had just received the latest in high tech extensions and that I would
just love having hair down to the small of my back.
"You are just going to love how it feels against your bare skin when you
are wearing an off the shoulder gown."
All I could do was listen in shock, I had no desire to feel my hair
against my bare skin while wearing an off the shoulder gown, I was a man
not a women. I managed to say this to Sasha but she just flashed that
smile and said she figured that was what I thought and that would
change, me being a man she clarified.
Sasha then proceeded to inform me of Step Two. Step Two, she said, would
consist of my hair and the extensions being colored. Again she wanted to
go down the extreme route with me, I was to have the darkest brown hair
with lots of blond and auburn highlights mixed in. This, she told me,
would take several hours in itself but the end results, she assured me,
would be worth it. For her maybe I thought. My god what is this women
thinking.
Before she started explaining Step Three she had completed my shampoo
and was applying a thick, creamy substance, which had a very flowery
scent, to my hair. The substance, I could only assume, was the deep
conditioner she spoke of earlier. She then proceeded to put what I
thought was a plastic bag over my head.
"We need to put you under the dryer for five minutes, the conditioner we
are using is heat activated, we need your hair to be in the best
possible shape for tonight's activities," she said with a grin.
She then rolled over a hairdryer and placed it over my head, turned a
few dials and warm air started to flow over my head. Then she said she
had things to prepare and that she would be back in five minutes. This
was very unnerving to me, I had never been under a hairdryer much less
with a plastic bag on my head.
As the five minutes passed I got more and more freaked out, was this
some sort of hidden camera show being filmed and I was the victim, or
was this women serious about changing my hair so drastically?
After the five minutes were up she came in pushing a cart full of what
looked like hair. My god, she is serious, I thought. The strands seemed
to range in length from eight inches to more then thirty inches. They
were a little lighter in color than my hair color but she explained to
me that when applying hair color to the entire head, including
extensions, it is better to start with lighter colored extensions.
"Oh that's great to know," I mumbled sarcastically, because in my
current state that's about all I could do.
She lifted the dryer off my head, removed the plastic bag, tilted me
back into the shampoo sink and began rinsing out the conditioner.
"Your hair feels wonderful, you should feel it, oh that's right you
can't move, sorry," she said with a laugh.
Once Sasha had completed my rinse she again put me under the dryer, this
time for longer as my hair had to be dry for her to attach the
extensions, she explained. She again left the room to as she put it,
"continue her prep for my lovely new look."
It must have been about fifteen minutes this time when she finally
arrived, this time pushing a cart filled with a total of seven boxes of
hair color, four of which were different colors and three of which were
the same color, aluminum foil pieces. Five small brushes and various
other items that I did not recognize. She again turned off the dryer and
moved it across the room.
"Ok, are you ready for Step One?" she said cheerfully?
I mumbled, "NO," and she retorted, "I didn't think you would be, but I
am, so here we go."
With those words she began what turned out to be a four-hour process.
Sasha told me, as she began, that normally she uses one strand of
extension per four natural hairs, but for the look she wanted for me she
would be using two strands per four hairs. This meant that the process
would take doubly long, but she assured me she was up to the task.
She started at the back of my head at the hairline and worked her way
forward, occasionally reminding me about how wonderful this new hair was
going to feel around my shoulders and down my back. First she would
separate out a line of hair and hold the other hair out of the way with
numerous clips. She would then take individual hairs and attach the
extension, how exactly, I am not sure but she was sure to inform me that
the only way to remove them after they were attached was by cutting them
out. Sooner then I cared to I could begin to see Sasha's handy work.
Hair, my hair now, falling down over the back of the salon chair and
coming to within twelve inches of the floor. My heart was racing and I
could feel my panic level increasing with each strand she let fall, but
there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Roughly one hour into the process I just tried to ignore what was
happening to me, I tried to tell myself that when this was done I would
have it all cut off and I would sue this women for all she was worth.
Two hours into this hell with half my head now sporting hair down to my
rear I heard the front door to the salon open and I heard a women say,
"Hello Sasha, I am here to do his nails."
'No way,' I thought. 'Can this get any worse?'
Sasha told me to hold on a bit as she left to greet this new addition
to, what was obvious to me now, my feminization process. A few seconds
later a very pretty blond women followed Sasha into the room. Sasha
introduced her as, "Tiffany, your manicurist."
'This is just great.' I thought, but I didn't have the energy to
verbalize my thoughts.
"Tiffany," Sasha started, "I think sculptured nails would be the best
thing to apply on Troy here. I was thinking of having you do them in
pinks and whites, you know the ultimate feminine French manicure."
"I believe the length should be about 1/2" beyond the finger tip. What
do you think?" Sasha asked.
"Sounds perfect to me," Tiffany responded.
"I will get my things and get started on Troy's nails immediately."
With that Tiffany left the room to as she said, "get her things." This
left me back in the clutches of Sasha, who quickly feel back into her
routine of attaching the extensions.
Ten minutes went by before Tiffany reappeared with her supplies to, "Do
my nails," as she put it. As Sasha attached the numerous and every
growing hair extensions, Tiffany set to work applying the requested
sculptured nails with pinks and whites as Sasha had asked.
First Tiffany prepared my existing nail and then using a special form
she began to create the artificial nail using a powder liquid mixture.
Soon my hands were sporting ten perfectly shaped 1/2" long tapered
daggers. Shortly after that my ten new daggers were sporting a fresh,
ultra feminine French manicure as requested by my chief feminizer,
Sasha.
All I could manage was to shake my head slowly as my nails and hair
grew. Also during this time, Sasha left and returned with a syringe, she
informed me that it was filled with a much larger dose of the same nerve
agent that was in the wine because as she put it, "I wouldn't want my
new model to get antsy and try to up and leave before he or should I say
she is ready, now would I."
Both women giggled over this last statement. Sasha also informed me that
not only did the syringe contain the nerve blocker, it also contained a
large dose of female hormones, which in time would grow some interesting
glands located conveniently on my chest. With that having been said and
with terror in my eyes Sasha proceeded to inject me with the feminizing
concoction.
Once the injection was administered, and over the overpowering smells of
the application and painting of my new sculptured nails, Sasha picked up
her explanation of Step Three. She told me it was important that I know
exactly what is in store for me because it helps instill in me my
enormous level of helplessness. Sasha informed me that after she was
finished with the extensions and the coloring was complete the most
major change to my gorgeous new mane would take place. Curls, long
spiral curls.
Even in my drugged state I let out a gasp, I could not imagine myself
with spiral curls down to my rear. She went on to tell me how she
planned to wrap my extended, colored and highlighted tresses in the most
difficult and time consuming way to produce the most fabulous, tight,
spiral curls.
"The look I was after dictated this method," she said. She assured me
that I would need some aspirin after if she had not given me the
injection of the nerve agent first. She informed me that the shear pull
of all that hair on all those tiny rods would certainly cause a
headache. She guessed that she would be using at least one hundred and
fifty if not two hundred rods to produce the uniform spiral curl she
wanted my soon to be ultra long tresses to have. She went on to tell me
that this would be a first for her, that she had never spiral permed
this length of hair before, but again she was confident that she could
pull it off or curl it up as she put it with a laugh.
She said that she would be doing a piggyback wrap and that normally she
would use two rods per section of hair but because my tresses will be SO
long it will probably take three to four rods per section. Tiffany
stopped applying the white tip nail polish to my new nails and gasped at
this last revelation, saying that she felt for me because when she was
younger she had hair to her shoulder blades and that she got a spiral
perm once and that it hurt so badly she swore she would never put
herself through that pain again and that was just the standard two rod
piggy back perm not to mention three or four. Sasha just smiled and said
I think he/she will be fine, not to worry your soon to be pretty little
head.
My heart continued to sink further with each new feminizing degree that
was passed down to me by my Feminization Queen. I had no idea what I was
going to do, I felt utterly defeated, which I now know was exactly what
Sasha wanted. I played right into her hands.
Having completed my nails Tiffany asked if she could do anything else.
Sasha quickly put her to work completing my pedicure complete with the
same pink and whites as my nails now had. Tiffany and Sasha completed
the assigned task just about at the same time. Hair now hung down over
my eyes by about six inches and my shoulders and back were completely
covered in straight dark blond hair. I could feel hair below my arms,
which were resting on the arms of the salon chair. I believe that all my
hair had been extended by a minimum of thirty inches except for my new
bangs.
Sasha next informed me that it was time for Step Two, the coloring
process. Had I really been in this chair with these two crazy women for
over four hours? This had to be a bad dream.
Sasha asked Tiffany if she would stay and help with the highlights,
which would get started after the overall color was done processing,
which would be in about fifty minutes. Tiffany said she would not miss
this for the world and they both let out a laugh. Sasha then proceeded
to apply three boxes of "Darkest Chestnut Brown #45" to my ultra long
tresses.
Sasha told me that I was about to become a brunette, and asked me how it
feels. All I could do was shrug my shoulders. The weight on my head was
tremendous with all that hair with all that colorant on it twisted up on
top of my head. The application process of the base color alone took
Sasha twenty minutes. With the colorant on and the timer ticking away
Sasha had Tiffany pierce both my ears three times. I was in shock. Sasha
hadn't said a word when suddenly Tiffany just appeared and said, "Ready
for some earrings?"
Sasha said, "Absolutely, how about three in each?"
With these words Tiffany loaded the piercing gun six different times and
gave me six different holes in my ears, complete with starter studs as
they called them. Tiffany told me I would have to wait a while before I
could wear big hoops or dangly earrings.
'Great,' I thought, 'just what I want to look forward to.'
As the timer ticked away and as every minute passed sealed my fate to be
a brunette more Sasha waxed both my eyebrows into an ultra feminine
arch. The process, I am sure, would have been extremely painful had it
not been for the nerve agent coursing through my body. All I could do
was stare blankly into the mirror as slowly but surely my once masculine
image was being transformed into that of a women. The arched eyebrows
certainly didn't help this effect. While Sasha was performing the
eyebrow shaping she told me that they would also be coloring my brows
and eyelashes and not only that but my eyelashes would be getting a perm
of there own very soon. I hardly heard any of this, as I was lost in
thought over my predicament.
The timer went off and I found myself back in the shampoo sink, only
this time it took Sasha a long time to completely rinse out the excess
colorant due to my extreme hair length. After the lengthy rinse and
towel blot I was back under the dryer again. Sasha had told me while
rinsing out the colorant that my new brunette locks would need to be
dried before she could apply the four different shades of highlights she
planned on using. I just could not believe how dark my hair now was, it
with it wet it almost looked black. With my shaped brows and long dark
hair I was already losing the old image of Troy.
Thirty minutes later Sasha and Tiffany came back, lifted the dryer and
proclaimed me ready for highlights. Sasha mixed up the four colors she
was going to paint onto my brunette locks. Auburn, dark auburn, blond
and dark blond were the shades she had decided to use. But she told
Tiffany that she had better make up more foils because she planned on
covering most of my new brunette color with one of these.
She then set to work starting in the back as she had done with the
extensions. Sasha would separate out strands of hair and place the foil
under them and then dip one of the paintbrushes into a color of her
choice and paint the strand and the foil. She would then move to the
next alternating colors as she went. Within forty minutes I looked as
though I could have pulled in message sent from the outer reaches of
space. I had what appeared to be hundreds of these foils in my hair each
with an alternating hair color. They fell all the way down the back of
the salon chair and Sasha had to be very careful while walking around as
to not disturb the ones previously completed.
At 11:45 PM Sasha announced that the highlight application process was
complete and proceed to place me under the dryer yet again, for twenty
minutes or until the color processed to her liking I was told. Twenty
minutes later I was again reclined back into the shampoo sink and all
the foils were removed. My new highlighted tresses were again washed and
deep condition in preparation for Step Three, the dreaded spiral perm
from hell. I actually giggled to myself as I thought that, I was
becoming delusional.
As they lifted my long tresses out of the sink and turned the chair so I
could face the mirror I almost passed out. My once sandy blond hair,
which recently was changed to brunette, had now become a rainbow of
shades of brunette, auburn and blond. It would scream ultra highlighted
feminine hair to anyone seeing me, let alone the length would attract
much to much attention and this was all before the mega curls that had
been promised to me. What was I going to do, my god what!
"I think she/he loves it, don't you Tiffany?" said Sasha as I just
stared into the mirror at the women I was becoming. "Time for the most
awaited process of all, the perm," Sasha said as the two of them broke
down in laughter.
A few minutes later Sasha came into the room pushing a cart overflowing
with what I could only guess were perm rods. Pink, yellow and blue ones
in different lengths but all very small in diameter. Sasha informed me
that she would be using a combination of these rods and that the pink
ones would be used the most. Thank God for that at least they appeared
to be the largest of the three.
She quickly set to work having Tiffany hand her what she called end
papers. She started at the crown of my head and would only wind a third
or as she work down the back of my head a forth and sometimes a fifth of
the strand onto the rod. She would then place another rod above the
previously placed one and wind it down to it. She would continue this
until all the strand was wrapped, be it on three four or even five rods.
At one point I heard Tiffany say, "My god," under her breath, "I don't
know how he is keeping his head up," she continued.
At this rate I began to feel the weight pretty quickly. I had not yet
even become accustomed to the weight of my new tresses when wet, let
alone with all these rods attached to them. Soon the whole backside of
my head was wrapped and Sasha began calling for the yellow rods and then
the blue rods as she worked her way to the front of my head. About two
thirds of the way through the wrapping process my head could barely hold
up the weight, it was a good thing that the rods Sasha was using now had
become smaller and lighter.
After two and a half hours of wrapping Sasha snapped the last perm rod
into place over my forehead. She then proceeded to apply some very thick
cream around my hairline and she also applied a strip of cotton around
my entire head before applying four boxes of perm solution.
My eyes began to water. I now knew what the smell I used to smell was
when I came in for a haircut, but now it was being applied to me.
"My goodness, we used over two hundred rods on your head girl," said
Sasha with a giggle as she placed a plastic bag over my rods and placed
me under the dryer for an hour minimum.
Before placing me under the dryer Sasha proceeded to let me in on how a
perm works, like I needed or wanted to now that. She said that the perm
solution she applied softens the hair and the hair conforms to the rods
it is wrapped on. Once the hair has softened enough she would rinse out
the perm solution and apply the neutralizer, which will harden the hair
in the shape of the rods thus creating fabulously long tight spiral
curls. She said that I would probably lose about six inches in length
due to the intense amount of curl.
"Oh darn" I mumbled sarcastically.
Time proceeded very slowly as I dreaded what these new curls would look
like. The timer finally went off and Sasha inspected several rods by
undoing them, pulling out the hair, and inspecting the curl. Not yet
satisfied she said 20 more minutes and then your new curls should be
perfect.
Twenty minutes passed and Sasha came over, lifted the hood on the dryer
and with help from Tiffany lowered me into the shampoo sink again. 15
minutes of rinsing later my rods were towel blotted and the neutralizer
was applied. It had a sweet smell and was a welcomed change from the
perm solution smell. Sasha informed me that I would need to get used to
having hair smelling of perm solution because with all you have it going
to retain the perm smell for a long time.
20 minutes and yet another rinse later Sasha began to remove the rods. I
could not see because my head was still in the shampoo sink but soon she
was done. After one more rinse she lifted my head, which now felt light,
up and slowly turned the chair so I could inspect the damage. I was
speechless, even without the nerve agent I would have been. What I saw
in the mirror was a brunette, highlighted Lady Gadiva like person. The
curls spiraled from my scalp down my head down my back and ended just a
bit above my rear. What happened to the six inches in length I was
supposed to lose? It was three to four inches at best. What was I
thinking about, loss in hair length, my god I now had brunette
highlighted spiral permed hair down to almost my butt and I was getting
upset about only losing three inches in length. All I could do once
again was stare at my image as Sasha applied styling gel and used a
diffuser on a hair dryer to dry my now ultra feminine locks.
By now the nerve agent was beginning to wear off and Sasha knew this so
with Tiffany's help they attached leg and arm restraints to me so I
could not move my arms or legs, just my head. As I turned my head my new
tresses would move across my back a brush my neck and face. All I could
hear was Sasha telling me how wonderful that feeling would be and now I
was loving it first hand. What the hell was I going to do and what more
did Sasha and Tiffany have in store for me?
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