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Auntie Mame's new niece, Part 3
In just a couple of hours, my life seemed to have turned upside down.
Having arrived at Auntie Mame's for the summer, I suddenly found myself
engulfed in fragrance, wearing a dress and carrying a bag full of my new
panties and training bras. And now, we were headed for the salon.
When we got into the car, Auntie Mame pulled out another package. "I got
you a little extra surprise," she said. It was a handbag. Not a big
leather handbag like my mom carried, hung discreetly over her shoulder.
This one was much smaller, pink with white embroidered butterflies, and
a handle I could barely fit my forearm through.
"While you were trying on your pretty things, I went back over to the
purse display and got you this. Isn't it pretty?"
"Yes ma'am."
"One important thing, though, is to keep up with it. You haven't carried
a purse before, have you? Of course not. What am I thinking? Well, just
slip it over your wrist when we go into the salon, and keep it in sight
at all times. It'll be safe in there, but it's a good habit to
develop," said Auntie Mame.
I hesitated. "But why do I need to carry it if there's nothing in it? I
didn't bring anything with me."
"Habits, my dear. You have to learn some new habits," she said and she
pulled out of the parking lot. All the way to the salon, we chatted
about shopping, styles of dresses and other girl stuff. Well, she did. I
wasn't talking much.
As we pulled into the driveway, she left the engine running for a
second. "You're right. It seems silly to carry an empty purse around.
Here, you can at least carry a little makeup in it."
"But I don't have any makeup."
"All in good time, sweetie. But meantime, there's no reason you can't
have a little lip gloss on your lips, is there. I just bought a new
gloss. It's called Pink Poodle. Let's see how it looks on you."
After a moment of moving the applicator across my lips, she snapped it
shut. "That's just beautiful. Press your lips together. Wonderful. Now,
you've never worn lip gloss before - well, maybe you have, but you don't
have to say. You don't want it getting messed up, so you'll need to
check it now and then. If it's wearing off or bleeding, just wipe it off
with a tissue and reapply. It'll be right here in your purse. There are
a lot of mirrors in there, so there's no reason to go around with messy
lips, is there?"
"No ma'am," I replied.
"So let's go. Don't forget your purse!"
The white and pink purse hung daintily on my wrist felt like a huge
flashing billboard. Somehow, it was even more of a shock than the dress.
The lady at the desk didn't notice us at first, then her eyes opened
wide, her lips broke into a huge smile and she ran around to give Auntie
Mame a hug.
"It's so wonderful to see you," she said. "And who is this?"
"She's the new niece I was telling you about. Well, up to recently she's
been a nephew, but these things take time, don't they? Patricia, meet
Marci."
Before I could speak, Marci took my hands in hers and held them out.
"Well, from the chin down, I'd say she's been Patricia all along. But
we've got to do something with the rest." Turning to me, she asked,
"Don't you agree, sweetie?"
"Yes Ma'am, I guess so. What are you going to do?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Lisa!"
A woman I assumed was Lisa looked over, put her scissors down and ran
over, also giving Auntie Mame a hug. Marci turned to Lisa.
"Lisa, would you mind if I take this one? She has beautiful hair, and
you know how I like young girls. I have some great ideas for her."
Lisa raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at Auntie Mame. "What say
you, Mame?"
"I think it's a wonderful idea. What do you have in mind, Lisa?"
"Well, first, no chemicals. She's just too soon to start abusing her
beautiful hair like that. Besides, the color is beautiful just the way
it is - kind of a dark blond with reddish highlights. I have women who
would pay a fortune to get it that color," said Lisa.
She raised her voice and shouted to a young girl in the back of the
shop. "Jenna! This is the little boy we're turning into a girl. Can you
get her shampooed for me?"
I cringed at the idea of everyone in the shop knowing my story. My fears
were well founded, as several ladies in the salon laughed out loud.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Lisa said, still too loudly. "Did I embarrass you?
Well, after we get done, you'll be such a pretty girl nobody'll ever
know you have one of those thingies under there!"
At the moment, my "thingy" was stiff as a broom handle, and she noticed
the little tent in my skirt. "Well, it's going to be hard to keep the
secret if it keeps doing that!" Still too loudly. Another laugh
throughout the salon.
The shampoo girl reached for my hand just as my stiffy became impossible
to ignore.
"Goodness! She is happy to be here, isn't she? How are you, Mame?"
"Wonderful, Jenna. It's good to see you."
"You too. Well, let's go, Patricia. If you lean forward just a little,
your dress will hang outward and maybe you won't stick out so much.
Well, it doesn't really matter, though, does it. We're all friends
here!"
Another chuckle throughout the shop. I wished they would lower their
voices, but it seemed pointless now.
Jenna was not much older than me - maybe 17. She had a head full of red
curls, long lashes and full breasts.
Soon, my head was rested on the bowl, and Jenna was running water
through my hair. "Oops. Your little thing pushed your dress up. Here,
let me fix it." She dried a hand, pulled the folds of the skirt down and
pressed down on my dickie, which popped right back up.
She laughed. "Mame," she called. Auntie Mame looked up but remained in
the front so that Jenna had to shout.
"We're having a little trouble with her extra part here. Would you bring
back one of those smocks? That'll help." She draped it over my lap,
again patting me down.
"There. I didn't want you getting embarrassed with him sticking straight
up like that. But it feels good, doesn't it? At least that's what I'm
told. Well, you're done."
She fastened the smock around my neck and steered me over to Marci.
"She's all yours!" she called.
Marci stood back, holding a comb, and began combing my hair in different
directions. After several minutes, she called Auntie Mame to her chair.
"She has beautiful hair, doesn't she?" said Marci. "But it's not very
girlish, is it? So to make sure, are we going girly all the way? I mean,
will she need to comb it like a boy sometimes?"
"Not as far as I'm concerned," said Auntie Mame.
"Well, as I said, I don't want to do chemicals, and that means no perm.
But she has a good bit of natural curl and bounce. If we give her some
bangs and cut the sides in layers, I think she can get a good bit of
curl with a curling iron, or a couple of rollers when you want it really
tight." She turned to me. "Is that okay with you, sweetie?"
Without waiting for an answer, she went to work, carefully combing
through each section and holding it at different angles before making
each cut. With my hair still wet, I didn't see much difference other
than the bangs.
"Let's roll it a little, what do you say?" she said with a smile. She
pulled a rolling stand over close to her and began rolling my hair on
the sides. "There, that's it. Nothing too fussy," she said, finishing
with a second roller on the side. She repeated the same thing on the
other side, then sprayed them with something out of a pump bottle.
"This'll make the curl take hold, and we can finish up with the curling
iron. Have you used curlers before? Sorry, I forget. Well, it's pretty
easy once you get the hang of it. Now, you need to sit for a while. That
gel holds better if you let it dry naturally. It won't be too long.
Wait, I have an idea. Lisa, what's Ellie doing right now?"
"She doesn't have anything until 4:30."
"Do you suppose she could polish Patricia's nails?" She turned to Auntie
Mame. "How about it, Mame? She doesn't need a full manicure, but maybe
something to match her lip gloss."
She got sidetracked and turned back to me.
"Oops! You got it smeared a little, sweetie. Do you have it in your
purse?"
"It's right here," said Auntie Mame, handing me the bag. "Go ahead,
darling."
Something about taking the little pink-and-white purse, snapping it
open, pulling out my tube of lip gloss and putting it on my lips felt
strangely ladylike. Up until now, people had been doing things to me.
But this - this, I was doing myself. I was putting on lip gloss. I
noticed my peepee growing stiff once again and shifted in the chair.
"Hmm, getting uncomfortable under there? Well, don't worry about it. Do
you know how to make it go down yet? Well, there's no hurry. You'll
figure it out soon enough. OK, you sit over there at the manicure table,
and I'll get Ellie."
Ellie, thankfully, was quieter than the others. I was surprised to
notice she didn't wear nail polish.
"Hi! Patricia, is it? Well, I'm Ellie. Great meeting you. Oh, my hands
look terrible. You know about the cobbler's children, right? You work
with remover and chemicals all day, it just eats your nails up. Let's
see yours."
I spread my fingers out on her table.
"Very pretty. Let's just give you a nice polish. Do you want to match
your lip gloss or do something darker?"
"Match it I guess."
"You got it, sweetie," she said, selecting a pink bottle. "Oh, have you
met Brandi? Brandi, this is Patricia?"
Auntie Mame chimed in.
"Oh, Brandi! We met one of your clients a while ago at Macy's - is it
Mandy? Her nails were beautiful," said Auntie Mame.
"Oh, I just love Mandy. Isn't she cute? Were you buying some things for
this pretty little lady?" Brandi asked.
"Yes. We got cut a little short because of our appointment here, but we
were able to buy her several sets of bras and panties to get her
started. She used to be a boy, you know."
"That's what I heard. Well, it's a small salon!" Brandi laughed. "It's
okay, darling. That color's going to be really pretty on your nails!"
The phone rang, and someone shouted, "Brandi!"
"Hello? Mandy! We were just talking about you! That's right. She's
precious, isn't she? She's in rollers now, but I think her hair's going
to be beautiful. No, Marci's doing it, and Ellie's doing her nails right
now. What's up?"
She listened several moments, then covered the phone and turned to me.
"Sweetie, do you mind standing up? I need to check something. Turn
sideways a sec." I could feel my dickie sticking straight out, rumpling
the front of the dress. Brandi chuckled and put the phone back to her
ear. "Yep, it's still there, for all the world to see! Really? What
timing! Do you want to Do you want to talk with Mame? Oh, okay. I'll
tell her. Bye, girl!"
Brandi turned to Mame as she continued filing her client's nails. "Can
you believe it? That was Mandy at Macy's. She said you told her you were
coming here, so she was trying to catch up with you. She wanted you to
know that as soon as you girls walked out, she just got some new little
pleated skirt sets that she thinks would look darling on Patricia.
They're really short, but they're flared way out, and Mandy thinks
they'll help hide that little problem of hers, as long as it doesn't
poke out underneath."
Once more, there was a chuckle throughout the salon. I must have
squirmed or made a face, because Brandi lowered her voice.
"Oh, goodness. We're embarrassing you. I'm sorry. It's just that being
all girls here, we talk about things all the time. Like I've been
telling Ellie here she needs to wear some low necklines. She has great
breasts, and she ought to show them off!"
Ellie, who was adding a coat of clear polish to my pink nails, smiled.
"That's right, she won't let up on it for a minute," Ellen said.
Mame thought a moment. "Well, that settles it. We're heading right back
over there before they start getting picked over."
"You know, we really ought to do her ears while you're here," said
Brandi. We just got some new studs, and I just got trained Ellie.
Really, Mame. A girl her age should have pierced ears. How old are you,
sweetie?"
"I'm 12. I turn 13 in a month."
"How about it Mame?" said Lisa, who had been listening in. Actually,
everybody seemed to listen to everybody's conversations here.
Lisa glanced at Auntie Mame, who smiled and nodded. She walked over to
the display of studs and pointed to a pair of pearl earrings. "This will
be perfect!" she said.
I was nervous about the piercing, but it didn't hurt. Ellie marked a
spot with a felt tip pen, put a little gun to my ear, and I heard a
click. I reached up and touched it as she did the other side. Soon, with
pink nails and pierced ears, I was back in Marci's chair, having my
curlers removed.
"This worked out nicely," she said, delicately combing through the
curls, which framed my cheekbones. "The layers give her the fullness I
wanted. And look! Her natural curl gives it a nice look all around."
Marci pulled together a lock of hair at the top and tied a pink ribbon
into it, making a bow. She looked back at me.
"One thing's for sure, sweetie. You won't have to worry about having
that old boy head again! Well, except that little one!" she said with a
slight giggle, looking back toward my peepee, which was sticking out
again.
Auntie Mame handed me my purse.
"I can't thank you girls enough. Patricia, fix your lips again. Time to
go back and finish our shopping at the mall before we go home."
To be continued (based on demand)
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