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Working Girl 9
By Susan Brown.
1
Next morning, I woke up not knowing quite where I was.
I had a hangover. My head felt as if it had been stuck it in a vice and someone
was turning the screw. I could hear a hammering noise right next to my head.
My bleary eyes cleared a bit and I realised that the banging was the clock,
ticking next to the lumpy settee that I was lying on.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a short pink satin nightie
and then some of it came back to me.
I was staying at Sheila's after being chucked out of my grimy flat by that
pervert, Davis.
I struggled to my feet, swaying slightly as the pain redoubled in my head and
then I somehow lurched over to the kitchen sink.
My numb brain was getting back into gear as I remembered fragments from last
night.
Sheila had wanted to drown her sorrows and I had been her accomplice. I lost
count after the third bottle of Chateau Nastycrap, hell I couldn't count my
fingers by then.
I glugged down a big glass of water. I was so thirsty I that I needed another
one straight away. My tongue was like sandpaper, but after the lubrication it
improved somewhat to a sort of cardboard texture.
There was a mirror over the sink and I made the mistake of looking at it.
'Oh no!'
My hair had changed colour! Instead of blond it was now was a brunette!
It made my face look different to say the least, what with my bloodshot eyes,
pallid fishy complexion and strange looking dishevelled hair.
Just then I heard a groan. It was coming from Sheila's bedroom.
I tore myself away from the terrible vision in the mirror and tottered into the
bedroom to see if Sheila was still alive.
Judging by the state of Sheila, she felt similar to me, like death warmed up.
She was sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, groaning softly and
swaying slightly.
'What happened last night?' she said in a whisper.
'We had a few drinks,' I whispered back.
'Ouch, don't shout.'
'Sorry,' I said in a more hushed tone.
I think the rehydration after drinking water had started to kick in as I merely
felt terminally ill rather than dead now.
I Went to get her a drink of water and stood over her as she painfully drunk it
down.
Half an hour later, we were sitting at the kitchen table, still in our nighties,
drinking coffee and promising never to drink cheap wine again.
Gradually my memory of last night was returning.
'Whose idea was it to change the colour of my hair?
'Mine, yours I don't know. After the second bottle, we decided that we had to
disguise you so that if Davis came to the flat, he wouldn't recognise you.'
'It's funny how a change in your hair colour changes the way you look. I didn't
recognise me when I saw myself in the mirror.'
'At least we didn't make a mess of the colouring. Tricky stuff hair dye. Anyway,
the colour suits you. It makes you look a bit older. We need to get you to a
salon though, so they can cut it properly. If you are going girly full time, you
need to look your best and don't forget your interview.'
'How can I forget that? Do I really need to get my hair done at a salon?'
'Yes, it needs professional help. Let me get about twenty aspirin to stop this
terrible banging in my head. Then I'll ring Bridget up too see if she can fit
you in.'
'Bridget?'
'Yes she is a mate from college. She has a hair salon, just off the high street.
She owes me a few favours.'
With that, she grabbed the phone and dialled a number.
'Hi Bridge? It's Sheila. Got an emergency. My friend Toni has made a mess of her
hair and it needs sorting urgently. Can you be an angel of mercy and see her
today? Good girl, I knew you'd come through. See you in 60. Bye!'
She put the phone down and turned to me. 'You are in luck, she had a
cancellation and we have to be there in an hour. So we need sort out what we are
going to wear today. On top of that, you need to do some serious retail therapy'
'I've got no money!'
'No, but I have a credit card that's itching to be used. It's my ex boyfriends'.
He gave it to me when he promised me undying love, the cheating rat and I bet he
hasn't thought to cancel it yet.'
It was at that precise moment that it all sank in and I sat down heavily on her
bed.
'What's wrong Toni?'
'It's all going too quickly. In a few days, I have been turned from a normal,
well relatively normal, boy into a pseudo girl. I've had all these weird things
happening to me. I've been chucked out of my flat. Now I'm going to a salon to
have my newly coloured hair prissied up. And you want me to go girly shopping.
All for the sake of a bloody job and some berk who thinks I'm a girl not a boy!'
'Life sucks huh?'
'Too true.'
'Don't worry hon. Lets face it, your life was going nowhere the way it was. At
least being a girl will give you more options and if you don't get this job, you
can try for others like it.'
'As a girl.'
'Yup.'
'But I'm a boy underneath.'
'You don't have to be.'
'What have a sex change? I've only been like this for a matter of hours and you
want me to snip off my pee pee!'
'No, stupid. You look all girl on the outside, but you need to get used to
things. If you like it and feel deep- down that you are more girl than boy, then
you speak to a doctor and go on to the next step. For now just enjoy being a
pretty girl.
'I'm not pretty.'
'True, at the moment you look like something the cats dragged in, but being a
girl has its compensations.'
'Like what?'
'Like being able to slap on a bit of makeup to hide the cracks. So are you going
to sit there feeling sorry for yourself or are we going out to turn you from a
still slightly pissed and hung over duckling and turn you into a glamorous
swan.'
'Quack.'
2
And so it was, within an hour I was walking hesitantly into the SALON OF DOOM.
I been scrubbed clean and was dressed in a pink lacy top thingy, a skirt that
did not hide much of my bum and I was showing alarming flashes of the pink silk
panties that I was just about wearing. To finish off this tasteful ensemble, I
was wearing some very sheer nude tights and heels that appeared to be a foot
long. But as Sheila pointed out they were 'only' four inches and made me look
edible.
My hair had been tugged into something vaguely resembling feminine and Sheila
had put on some of what she called 'day makeup'. The whole lot made me feel as I
was trying to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman but was actually more like that
Cameron Diaz in Shrek, you know when the sun goes down. Need I say more.
Anyway, once I was dressed, I found that I was having trouble (again) with Percy
wanting to get up and see what was going on. A bit embarrassing when you are
wearing a short skirt. Sheila suggested that I go and relieve myself in the
bathroom. With a red face, I had a quick hand shandy and brought my wayward
member back into line again.
The journey to the salon was a bit fraught to say the least.
Sheila hired a taxi as we only had about twenty minutes to get to the salon for
my appointment.
The taxi driver turned up and sounded his horn.
The journey was not without incident.
Firstly, the Taxi driver, lets call him Ted, got out of his cab and opened the
door for us.
Anyway, Ted took one look at my skirt and started to leer at me. He smiled at
me, winked and said in what he must have thought was a great chat up line.
'Great legs luv, wot yer doin tonght?'
I, of course said the wittiest thing I could think of, 'piss off.'
All through the trip to the salon, I could see the taxi driver looking at me and
winking. He obviously had a thick skin and did not take the fact that I was
sticking my tongue out at him and giving him the finger could be considered as a
brush off.
Sheila completely ignored him and just carried on chatting to me as if we were
alone.
'Well Toni, looking forward to your first salon trip?'
'No,' I said glaring at the taxi driver and wishing that I had some mace or
something. I was feeling a bit vulnerable.
'We should be there in a minute.'
'Wonderful.'
After what seemed like three hours, we arrived at the salon.
I got out before Ted had a chance to 'help me' and stood on the pavement while
Sheila paid the creep.
'Five pounds? That's a bit of a rip off.'
'It's the going rate luv.'
'Don't luv me, you ape. Let me give you a bit of advice.'
'Wot?'
'The lovely lady that you have been ogling at and drooling over happens to be
the daughter of the local superintendent of police. I may try to stop her
telling her daddy but then again I might not.'
He went a sort of green shade and said 'Um, sorry luv, erm you don't have to pay
this time, sorry to offend, like.'
With that he rushed off in a screech of tyres.
'That's saved five pounds anyway. Come on Toni, let's go in. Don't worry,
Bridget won't bite.'
Sheila led the way and I reluctantly followed. My heart was beating like a big
base drum as I entered that holy of holies of women type establishments.
There was a reception desk and behind, several basins, chairs and sets of
mirrors. It was a bit like a posh and effeminate barbers, I suppose, but with
much more torture equipment, like big hair dryers that go over your head and
lots of implements on trays that looked very scary. The thing that struck me
most was the various intermingling smells. It was like a chemical factory close
to meltdown. I had come into the place with a bit of a stuffy nose, but
miraculously, my nose had now cleared. Strong stuff!
There were women sat in the chairs in various hair states, i.e., being washed,
blow dried, cut , plastic things on there heads, massive rollers, you name it,
it was being done. None of the women seemed to be in pain, so I assumed that
they had some sort of anaesthetic available.
Anyhoo, there was a girl behind the said, Hi Sheila, how ya doing?'
'OK Petra, the boss in?'
'I'll see,'
With, she went out through a side door and a few seconds later she came out with
another girl.
'Hi Sheila,' said the girl as they air kissed each other.
'Hello Bridge, thanks for fitting us in.'
'No prob, now is this the girl we were talking about? Toni, isn't it? Hi Toni,
I'm Bridget. My god, look at that hair!'
She looked at me as if I had an unmentionable disease.
'Did someone use a scythe or something?'
'Now, Bridget, be nice to Toni. She's very new to being girly as she has just
got out of the tomboy stage. I've persuaded her to come because you are a nice
person and would not upset her.'
'Er, yea, right. OK Toni, I think I'll do you in the back room as it looks like
its going to take some time and I don't want to frighten off my other customers.
Sheila, come back in about two hours. OK?'
'Fine, can you do her nails and wax too. You know the full beauty thing?'
'Make that three hours and you owe me now!'
With that Sheila left me to the tender mercies of Bridget and God help my soul.
3
'OK honey, sit down in this chair and we'll have a chat first. Want a coffee,
milk, sugar?'
I nodded. I still had not said a word, since going into the salon. Perhaps the
fumes had taken away my voice.
Bridget was back in a trice. 'There we are dear.' Get that down you.'
As I sipped on my coffee, I watched Bridget get her implements ready. She was
quite beautiful. About 5 foot five, thin with a lovely open face and wonderful
long blond hair. She oozed confidence and I wished that a little of it would rub
off on me.
'The first time is always the one you remember most,' said Bridget,
It was great for me and ever since I have wanted to have my own place so that I
could make women beautiful.'
'You'll have your work cut out with me.'
'Don't put yourself down. With a bit of care, you can look fantastic. Now first
of all we wash your hair.......'
Time had no meaning for me as she washed my hair twice; put conditioner on it,
cut and shaped it. Spent ages behind me tugging and messing about with it and
then she wrapped it up tightly in big rollers, put some smelly gunk on it and
finally cooked my head under a hairdryer on gas mark 7. I fell asleep and it was
only when I heard a ting from the dryer that I woke up.
The first thing I noticed was that Bridget had done strange things to my hands
while I was in the land of nod. They looked cleaner somehow and smoother, but
that wasn't what I immediately saw. What kind of drew my attention was the fact
that I had false nails, about half an inch long and coloured in shocking pink!
'Do you like them,' said Bridget, enthusiastically.
'Erm, lovely.' I said, not convinced and wondering whether I could type with
these talons.
'You have lovely hands, hon, you should look after them.'
Once the hairdryer had done its evil work, she took the rollers out and using a
hand dryer, pulled and teased my overworked tresses until she was satisfied.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see the results of her efforts as there was no mirror
in the room. That was a bit strange but I was too knackered to care. What with
the late night binge and all that had happened since, I was on auto pilot.
It was funny though, I could feel my hair sway a bit when I moved my head and I
could see some strands either side of my eyes. I didn't think my hair was that
long, but it felt a lot heavier.
Anyway I didn't have much time to think because the next thing she said caught
me off guard.
'Right, take your clothes off.'
'Pardon me?'
'Take your clothes off, you need a good waxing and we need to get at your bikini
line.'
I started to feel a panic attack coming on.
'I er can't.'
'Course you can. Don't be shy. I've seen it all before.'
Sorry, no I CANT!'
She sat down beside me and took my hand.
'Now Toni. You don't have to worry. I'll lock the door and no one else can come
in.'
'You don't understand.'
'Yes I do.'
'No you don't.'
'But I do.'
'Sorry?'
'Look I know you're a boy, if that's what's worrying you.'
4
I gasped. How did she find out? I thought that I was getting good at this girl
thing.
'How, how how did you find out? I stuttered. 'Did Sheila tell you?'
'She didn't have to. I had my suspicions when you sat down and they were
confirmed while you were under the dryer, asleep.'
'I don't understand.'
'Well, a lot of boys have stiffies when they are asleep and lets face it honey,
wearing that mini skirt hardly hides things does it.'
I felt myself go very red in the face. I wished above all things that the ground
would open up swallow me. I felt myself tear up.
She gave me a hug.
'Now, how long have you been dressing as a girl?'
I haltingly told her my story. It took a while as I kept on stopping to wipe my
eyes and blow my nose, but eventually she knew the whole thing.
'All to get a job?'
'Yes. I know it sounds stupid but once it started, it was like getting on a
train, I couldn't get off until the end of the journey and things kept happening
to keep me going and on and forcing me to stay as a girl.'
She looked at me with sympathy.
'It isn't just that is it?'
'What do you mean?'
'You feel guilty because you like the way you look and feel as a girl.'
The waterworks started again as I admitted to myself and to Bridget by nodding
my head slowly.
'Don't worry, honey. Your secret is safe with me. I know what you are going
through.'
'You don't. You are beautiful and elegant and I'm just a boy dressed as a girl.'
Bridget looked at me steadily for a long time, smiled slightly and said. 'Ten
years ago I was John Stewart, a boy from Macclesfield who wore girls clothes. I
started when I was about ten years old. I pinched my mums tights and knickers.
As soon as I put them on I knew that I was not like other boys. Ever since I
could remember, I was more interested in playing with girls rather than boys and
putting on my mums stuff confirmed it for me. I was a girl and not a boy. I
won't bore you with the details, but as soon as I could, I started taking
hormones and three years ago I had an operation to finish things off. I am now
as fully functioning as I can be under the circs and as happy as I can be.'
I looked at Bridget's lovely face and figure. She was so beautiful and so
obviously a girl that I could hardly believe what I had heard.
'So, you were able to be a girl without much trouble?'
'She laughed. 'There was plenty of trouble. My mum and dad were against it. My
brother hated my being a 'fag' as he quaintly put it and most of my friends
dropped me like a hot coal. I had to move to here to have a fresh start but
still, I couldn't be happier.'
'Do you see any of your family?'
'My mum comes down, sometimes and she kind of accepts me, but no else.'
'And you are happy?'
'Oh, I'm sad that my dad and brother don't want to know me but mum says that
they are coming round to at least understanding me and some day soon, I hope to
see them again. As for my so called friends, people should accept me as I am and
if they don't, they aren't very good friends.'
I didn't say anything. I was still a bit shocked at Bridget's revelations.
'Anyway,' continued briskly and efficiently, 'we haven't got all day and I have
other customers later so lets get cracking. Off with your clothes my girl, so we
can make you a princess!'
I didn't argue and got undressed and lay down on a padded table.
'Right, you haven't got much hair but well get rid of it with a bit of waxing
treatment.'
'Will it hurt?'
'No, hon.'
'Oh S**T'
She lied.
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