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Creating The New You Salon
By Shayla Elizabeth
Part Two - The Explanation
As Sasha dried my long mane of spiral curls the curl just kept getting
tighter and tighter. 'My god,' I thought, 'how am I going to deal with
this much hair?'
After Sasha completed drying my hair it did appeared to have shorten by
six or seven inches, even my bangs were now just at eye level.
"Just as I planned the length to be," Sasha gloated. "Boy I feel sorry
for you, Troy, I, I mean Shayla. I sure wouldn't want to have to deal
with that much hair on a daily basis."
Tiffany interjected, "But it does look wonderfully feminine," she
grinned.
Sasha and Tiffany had left the room to "Take a well deserved break."
Leaving me to wonder what feminization treatment was going to be done to
me next. I really had no idea what more was going to happen or more
importantly why this was happening. I was about to be told.
Sasha came back into the room after being gone for about thirty minutes
and informed me that it was time for her to fill me in on the "Rest of
the plan," as she put it. "And why I was doing this to me."
"You see," she started, "I own a large clothing designing company that
specializes in prom gowns, special occasion dresses and wedding gowns
among other things. Over the years," she continued, "I have discovered
that hiring female models for my catalogs and runway shows is extremely
expensive. Not only that female models are extremely hard to deal with
as they become more and more sought after."
As Sasha was explaining this to me I was thinking, 'what the hell does
this have to do with me?' I was about to find out.
"Also," Sasha continued, "we are always having to alter the gowns for
each model because of there different shapes. All these issues just
started to add up in my mind and I thought, hey why not create my models
from scratch."
"First," she said, "I thought I would get ordinary women and transform
them, but then I thought in time I would be creating the same model
divas I was already dealing with. And I would still have the altering
gown issue. Then a thought came to me. What if I started with a man and
transformed his outward appearance into that of a female model?"
All at once I understood where this was going and my heart sank deeper
with every word. Sasha went on to explain to me that she had thought of
using men who were willing to do this. But again she figured that they
too would become divas. She told me she figured out that she needed to
find men that she would transform, by force, into appearing as women
permanently on the outside. Because then, as she put it, "they would
have no other option but to work for me and they would become indebted
to me."
"No one else is going to hire a man that appears to be a woman on the
outside and certainly no woman will want a relationship with someone
like that," she finished with a chuckle. She completed her evil
explanation by telling me that the other benefit in using men is that
she can mold their bodies by using padding and the like to match the
dresses instead of the other way around which she said would be much
easier.
That having been said Sasha informed me that once my transformation was
complete I would be her first "made to order model" and that she hoped,
for my sake, in the end, that I would enjoy serving her as her model.
"Not that you have a choice," she added. "I think you will grow to love
dressing in corsets, stockings, bras, crinolines, heels, prom gowns and
yes, beautiful wedding gowns with lovely long trains made of silk and
satin. Having your hair constantly colored and curled and put up in the
most elaborate mega updos and having your makeup done everyday so that
you appear as ultra feminine as possible. When we are done with you, you
just might be the next Cindy Crawford. By the way, Tiffany and I were
talking during our break and we decided that your new name will be
Shayla, sound sexy enough for ya?"
I just cringed.
As Sasha completed her last thought I saw Tiffany come in and hand
something to Sasha. "Now it is time to explain the rest of your
transformation to you and get back to work." With that Sasha came at me
again with another syringe filled with nerve agent and before I could
react the needle sunk into my arm once again leaving my body frozen.
The two women undid the restraints and as they did Sasha started to
explain my next step of feminization. "Well your hair turned out even
better than I had ever expected. And your nails are just lovely, so I
think it is time for some makeup."
With that Sasha and Tiffany lifted me out of the chair and carried me
over to what looked like a massage table. Sasha then explained to me
that in order for me to never again appear as male they would need to
apply some permanent makeup on my face. But first they would need to
remove all my facial hair.
With that said, Sasha put me through hell as she used a laser to remove
my facial hair. Once that was complete she began with the permanent
makeup.
"We are just going to do a little," she said. "Just enough that you will
have to wear makeup all the time or you will look very silly," she said
with a laugh. "Hey Tiffany, can you imagine going to the store with
eyeliner and lip liner on but nothing else?"
"You would certainly attract attention, but with those beautiful long,
dark, highlighted, curly tresses I think he, I mean she, will attract
plenty of attention even with no makeup on at all. Just look at it, it
is just gorgeous," replied Tiffany. "I am sooo jealous."
I just could not believe what was happening. I was going to be
transformed into a female model against my will and could do nothing
about it. Not only that, but once Sasha had completed my permanent
makeup there was not much I could do to return to being Troy again. In
my head I just screamed. I was destined to become a super model, not a
career I had ever envisioned for myself.
After an hour of outlining my eyes and lips and applying a small amount
of blush, Sasha and Tiffany held up a hand mirror so I could see Sasha's
handy work.
I was in shock, my eyes now had a thin line of black totally around the
rim and my lips were lined in red. A very light rosey pink color was
permanently painted to my checks. With my long locks framing my face, my
femininely arched brows, my six earrings and now permanent makeup all I
saw in the mirror looking back was Shayla. Complete with a tattooed
Cindy Crawford beauty mark on my upper chin and my transformers weren't
done yet. "She really is becoming a looker isn't she?" said Sasha,
Tiffany agreed.
"Time for that eyelash perm and tint I promised," Sasha said bringing me
out of my trance. With that she reached into one of the carts she had
brought out earlier and brought out two tiny little perm rods. She then
told me to keep my eyes shut while she wound my eyelashes onto these
tiny little rods and applied some kind of solution.
"Don't open those beautiful green eyes of yours," she said. "You
wouldn't want any of that solution to get in your eyes."
While the curl for my lashes was setting, Sasha and Tiffany dyed my
femininely shaped eyebrows a dark brown to match my hair color. After
twenty minutes passed they rinsed my eyes and brows and proceeded to
tint my permanently curled eyelashes.
"Just think Shayla, honey, with curled lashes like that you will never
have to worry about using an eyelash curler again. Oh that's right you
never had to before I forgot," Sasha giggled.
"That's real funny," I managed to whisper.
"Hey," Sasha began. "Do you have any idea how many women would kill to
have all this stuff done to them for free? You better start getting a
better attitude Misses."
I heard Tiffany let out a burst of laughter from somewhere behind Sasha
after that last comment. Another fifteen minutes went by and Sasha
rinsed off my lashes. "All done with that," she said, "now on to bigger
and better things."
"Shayla," Sasha started, "we need to get rid of all that ugly body hair
now."
With that Tiffany and Sasha carried me into another room which had a
shower stall. They proceeded to tie my hands up to a bar attached to the
walls of the shower and removed all my clothes. Sasha then put up my
hair using what had to be six or seven clips and then cover it with a
shower cap, saying, "We can't let any of this come into contact with
those wonderful locks, now can we?"
After Sasha had completed protecting my precious cascading curls and
once my cloths were removed the two women set to work covering me from
my neck to my toes in a foul smelling cr?me, which "I was promised"
would leave my body extremely smooth and hairless. I was informed that
eventually they would be doing laser hair removal over my entire body.
"Oh joy," I mumbled.
They left me hanging there for about twenty or thirty minutes. Upon
their return they hosed me down and I watched as all my body hair flowed
down the drain just like my masculinity was doing. Once completed with
the hose down I was covered in a flowery smelling lotion that was
supposed to inhibit hair growth.
"You will still need to shave your entire body every couple of days,"
Sasha said. "But that will be good for you, it will reinforce
femininity. There is nothing more feminine then running a nice bubble
bath, putting up your hair and shaving your legs," Sasha continued.
By the time the denuding was complete it was morning. Sasha and Tiffany
left me hanging for a while longer so I could be "cleaned out" as they
put it. They informed me that it must have been a while since I had
relieved myself so they were going to speed things up a bit by giving me
an enema. My eyes got big and I began to shake my head no, to no avail
of course. I won't go into the gory details. Let's just say what they
did, did indeed clean me out. Once that humiliation was done they
carried me back to the massage table and attached the restraints. They
said it was time for everyone to get some sleep. At this they injected
me with what I believe to be a sedative and I went into a deep sleep.
I awoke sometime later to the sound of Sasha and Tiffany's voices. They
seemed to be discussing clothing, my clothing. I was now in what I
believed to be a different building. My thoughts were verified when
Sasha came over and said, "Oh, the princess is awake. We can get her
dressed now. You are now in my dress studio and Tiffany and I are going
to get you ready for your first photo shot."
At the time I was still restrained and I could tell that the nerve agent
had worn off some, but that was to change. Sasha came up from behind and
once again administered another shot, telling me that this one was again
full of female hormones along with the nerve agent.
"In the next few days," she stated, "I would expect you to begin to
notice some soreness and swelling in your chest area. Once you have been
on hormones long enough we will have your breast implants done and you
will be the proud owner of some very nice B cup breasts."
I could only cringe at the thought, me with breast urgh.
Tiffany undid my restraints and she and Sasha carried me to a makeup
chair. "We are going to start with your makeup," said Sasha. "I
purposely did not apply much permanent makeup to your face so that it
would be easy to continually change your look."
With that having been said Tiffany began with what she called a
concealer. She applied this to my face using a small triangular sponge.
She told me that over time I would probably not need to use it. As the
hormones did there thing and softened my skin and what little beard I
had after the laser treatment would vanish. Once she completed this
application she then began to apply foundation. After taking a
considerable amount of time in deciding what shade to use, "you are a
honey beige by Maybelline" Tiffany informed me, "I am using the Dream
Matte Mousse formula, it gives great coverage and looks natural on you,
don't you agree?"
Tiffany completed my foundation and then covered my face in powder to
"set the foundation" as she put it. Next came my eye shadow, by Loreal I
was told, "my eye shadow, Gawd."
First she applied a dark burgundy color to the crease of my lid followed
up a little higher by a lighter shade of rose then a light pink right
below my brow line. She also applied this same shade to my lid, but just
a touch. Then she darkened my upper eyelids permanent eyeliner with a
liquid liner pencil, in onyx, by Cover Girl.
'How appropriate, Cover Girl, which is exactly what they are turning me
into,' I thought.
Next she did the same to my lower permanent liner, only this time using
an eyeliner pencil, rather than a liquid, in onyx and made by Cover
Girl. Tiffany told me at this point that she would begin the mascara
application, but she informed me that I would never need much with my
lashes tinted a beautiful permanent black color as they now were. She
quickly completed this application and went on to darkening my permanent
blush with several shades of Cover Girl Cheekers.
"Now for the final," she beamed. "Lip color, we are going to use Cover
Girls Outlast lip stain on your lips in Merlot, it will stay on your
lips through anything," she assured me. "Not that you really want it
to," she giggled.
This whole process had finally pushed me over the edge, as I looked in
the mirror my image kept becoming more and more feminine, I was becoming
a women in Glamour or some other woman's magazine and I was powerless to
stop it from happening. I started to try and move my head and tell
Tiffany to stop. But as I did she just held my chin firmly and said,
"Now Shayla, there is no need to fight your transformation now, just
look in the mirror. You are beautiful, just look at your hair cascading
down your back, your arched eyebrows, your earrings, your beautiful
nails and your beautifully applied makeup. It is silly of you to start
to fight it now we are all but done. You couldn't possibly leave here
without everyone thinking you were anything but a women, just look, what
do you see? Feminine beauty that's what you see, and that is all you are
going to see from now on."
These words hit me like a ton of bricks, she was right; I was trapped as
a woman, not just an ordinary woman but a gorgeous model. At that point
my mind couldn't grasp what was happening and how permanent my life had
changed in twenty-four hours or so. I just gave up and let Tiffany
complete my lips.
"Good girl," Tiffany said with a smile. While doing my lips Tiffany told
me I was lucky in that her and Sasha had planned on injecting collagen
into there chosen models lips to achieve that "bee stung" look, but that
I had great natural lips and that would not be necessary.
'Great,' I thought, 'at least that's one feminizing thing I won't have
to go through.'
"There, all done with your makeup, what a difference!" Tiffany
exclaimed.
All I could do was look at what I had become and begin to morn the lose
of Troy because what I was seeing in the mirror was all Shayla.
Tiffany then left to get Sasha, as I just stared into the mirror.
Shortly they both returned and Sasha nearly had a heart attack upon
seeing my beautifully made up face.
"My god, he's gorgeous, Tiffany. You did a wonderful job on him, I just
can't believe it."
"He has good face structure to build on and the makeup went on like a
dream," Tiffany replied. "I made sure and told him what I was using and
how to us it at each step but I am not sure how much he retained," she
continued.
"It won't really matter anyway because we will be having professionals
do his makeup most of the time", Sasha replied.
"Ok enough chit chat," Sasha said. "Let's get him, I mean her, dammit,
in a bridal gown, I have just the ultra feminine one in mind. Oh but
gees, I almost forgot, we need to do his hair up in a ultra high updo
first. Tiffany, could you go get the hair styling cart from the other
room and bring it here? I have the flat irons and curling irons already
preheated so be careful. With this much hair I am going to have a blast
putting it up, I bet it will be twelve inches above his/her head when I
am done. I am going to put it in big barrel curls with tendrils down the
sides of his face."
With that Tiffany left to retrieve the styling cart. Sasha began to play
with my long locks, she bent down to my ear as I looked into the mirror
and said, "Your hair feels fantastic, can you feel it as it caress your
bare back? Do you remember when I said, before we ever started, that you
are going to love the feeling of the hair on your back when wearing an
off the shoulder gown? Well, you are about to experience it first hand.
Are you having a good time being feminized? I hope so, it would be such
a waste if you were in agony," she said with a sadistic grin.
About that time Tiffany arrived pushing the styling cart, which was
loaded with all different sizes of curling irons and what I would soon
learn, all to well, flat irons. The cart also contained numerous bottles
of hair spray, mouse, gel and hundreds of packages of hairpins in
various lengths.
"With your ultra curly tresses we are going to need to straighten some
out before putting it up, ready gorgeous?" Sasha asked.
I merely shrugged my defeated shoulders as she set to work with the
largest flat iron on the cart. Sasha would separate out a section of
hair and then close the flat iron around it at my scalp, then pull it
through to the end of my hair. Needless to say this did not feel that
pleasant as she worked over most of my head. I could not figure out why
she had permanently curled my hair and then wanted it straight again
only twenty-four hours later.
"If you are wondering your pretty little head about why I permed your
hair and now am straightening it, don't. You needed to have permanent
curl to your hair so that it would hold all manner of styles, I wouldn't
expect you to understand," Sasha sarcastically commented.
Soon the back of my head was smooth and sleek; you could really see the
highlights in my hair now, ugh. I was really getting tired of having my
hair worked on and at this point just wanted the transformation to be
complete but that was not to be. Next Sasha began to grab large sections
of my hair starting at the back of my head. She would comb them up and
use hair spray and numerous hairpins to attach them in place. I soon had
a huge pile of hair on top of my head, but because of its length it was
hanging over my face so I could not see what Sasha was doing next.
I realized later that she would then take sections of hair from the
bunch on top of my head and with a large barrel curling iron she would
make huge curls and then pin them in a sculpted design on top of my
head. I soon had dozens of large curls attached by hundreds of hairpins
sitting on top of my head. Sasha was right when she had said she was
going to give me an ultra high updo, I don't think I had seen hair this
high even in pictures of women from the fifties.
The back and front of my hair was now glossy with hairspray and on top
of my head sat what could best be described as a work of art. A work of
art if your are a woman. But if you are a man sitting here with this
ultra feminine updo, then it would best be described as a nightmare.
Upon one last generous application of hair spray Sasha proclaimed, "That
hair isn't going anywhere."
She then left the room for a short time returning with a large bunch of
what she called "Baby's Breath flowers mixed with tiny pearls". She soon
began to attach these flowers and pearls in my updo. If you were to look
in the dictionary under maxim femininity you would have found my picture
at this moment. I thought I could not have looked more feminine until
she pulled several strands of hair down along the sides of my face and
proceeded to spiral curl them with the tiniest curling iron she had.
"These are called tendrils," she snickered. "Don't you just look
precious. I can't wait to see you in your veil."
'Yeah, neither can I,' I thought sarcastically.
"OK I do believe we are ready to get you in your first but positively
not last bridal gown," Sasha said with delight. "Stay right here and
Tiffany and I will get your trousseau, that is all your wedding clothes
from your corset to your gown, if you were wondering."
Sasha and Tiffany returned with numerous bags and boxes and one huge
garment bag filled with white satin material.
'That must be the gown,' I thought. 'Oh god.'
First they hung me up, by my arms, by a bar attached to the ceiling.
When this was complete Sasha asked Tiffany to apply the adhesive to a
pair of silicone breast forms lying on the table. Until that moment I
had not seen them sitting there. 'Ugh,' I thought.
Sasha then squeezed each one to my chest and held them there for a few
minutes. Once she let go I could feel the weight of MY breasts on my
chest. After they were firmly attached Sasha used some sort of makeup to
blend the edges of the forms into my own skin. Once this was done they
wrapped a white satin corset with lots of lace trim, which laced up the
back, around my waist. The corset came up to my new breasts and helped
to squeeze them together to create some artificial cleavage.
They both informed me that I was a lucky girl because the corset severed
triple duty, as a corset to trim my waist, as a bra to create cleavage
and as a garter belt to hold up my lace trimmed stockings that I soon
would be wearing. As they tightened the laces I started to have trouble
breathing and soon I thought I was going to pass out.
"Don't worry honey," Sasha assured me, "as much as you will be wearing
one of these from here on, you will become accustom to the feel very
quickly."
This made me feel so much better, yeah right. Next came my panties,
which were the most frilly thong panties I had ever seen. Then came my
lace-trimmed stockings, Tiffany and Sasha tag teamed me and each took a
leg, slowly, rolling up the stockings to impress upon me even more, no
doubt, my feminized condition. Over my feminized legs they went,
incasing my legs in silk and lace. They each attached the six garter
suspenders, which hung from my corset to the lace, topped stockings. My
god how would I be able to move in all this? That, I am sure, was not a
concern they shared with me. Upon completion of my stockings Tiffany
suggested that they move a full-length mirror over so I could get a good
look at myself while just in my undergarments.
"Excellent suggestion Tiffany, let's do it," said Sasha.
With that Tiffany grabbed one of several full-length mirrors and rolled
it over to me. Even in my drugged condition I let out a gasp. I looked
like a Fredericks of Hollywood model. I think if I had continued to look
I could have turned myself on. Except that the reality of the vision in
the mirror being myself upset me too much.
"I think she loves her new look, don't you Tiffany?" said Sasha with a
grin.
"Oh for sure, what man, oh I mean women wouldn't want to look like this,
ha ha ha," Tiffany followed up.
I was speechless. In a little over twenty-four hours these two
feminizers had turned me into a gorgeous woman. I would be spending the
rest of my days as a woman. What had I done to deserve this? I was a
victim of poor timing, really poor timing.
"Ok princess, enough ogling over your beauty," Sasha said bringing me
out of my thoughts. "It's time to complete your look."
That having been said Sasha and Tiffany proceeded to place a large
crinoline over my head very carefully as to not disturb my updo,
carefully tying it behind me. The crinoline had to have a base diameter
of five feet, I had no idea how I would walk in this. Next came the
dress. Had it not been mine I would have thought it to be beautiful, but
considering it was being placed over my feminized head I didn't like it
at all. It was snow white satin material, off the shoulder as promised
with tons of beaded sequined and pearl appliqu?s. It was off the
shoulder but still had sleeves up to the bottom of my shoulders. The
back closed with dozens of tiny buttons and the sleeves closed with a
row of twelve themselves.
Once these buttons were fastened there would be no way I would be able
to remove this gown, especially with my new nails, drugged or not. I
figured this is what my two feminizers counted on as well.
"Now Shayla," Sasha reminded as the two set to work fastening all the
buttons, "only we can get you out of this gown so I would suggest you
just get comfortable in it, you look marvelous."
I had not noticed until just now as Tiffany stretched out the train just
how long it was. It had to be at least fifteen feet. The dress was
incredibly heavy; I couldn't imagine a woman wearing this on her wedding
day and not being exhausted by the end of the day. Before I knew it
Sasha had placed a veil over my head and was attaching it at the base of
my updo with numerous hairpins. Its length matched that of my train so I
could barely move my head. It was a crown style with a pouf of gauze at
the start of my updo and gauze flowing out back down my head to the
bottom of my train.
The crown was loaded with beads, sequins and pearls as well, and it too
was very heavy. I knew that if I spent much time in this get up I would
be worn out. Next Tiffany brought over some three inches strappy sandal
style heels with and proceeded to strap them to my stocking encased
feet.
As Tiffany was attaching my new footwear Sasha replaced my starter stud
earrings with dangly drop pearls in the lower holes, followed by two
plain pearls in the two upper holes. I could feel the pearls jiggling
against my neck, the feeling was extremely unsettling. Sasha then placed
a string of pearls around my throat and proclaimed, "This look is
complete, just remember though you will be dressing like this everyday
for a good long time to come."
By now the drugs had really worn off and feeling was coming back to my
body.
"Can you stand up by yourself now Shayla?" asked Sasha.
You may be asking yourself why I didn't go crazy and run out of that
place at that moment. You have to remember that by then I appeared to be
all woman, not only that but how would I have gotten away in that gown
with those heels and who would have believed my story? I looked like a
beautiful bride. Both Tiffany and Sasha knew this. I stood up as
instructed and Tiffany wheeled over the full length mirror she had used
before. I just stared at my reflection and began to tear up. I was truly
beautiful but I was a man and I did not want to be beautiful, much less
to be a womans clothing model. What was to become of me?
To be continued.....
A request for all you readers out there. Please help me out and when you
write a review tell me how you would like to see Troy's woops Shayla's
hair done, what outfits you would like to see modeled and so forth. I
would like to get your ideas.
Thanks, Shayla Elizabeth
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