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Working Girl 10
By
Susan Brown.
Half an hour later, my body was painfully free of hair in all of the
places that Bridget used the wax stuff. It felt like a bad case of sunburn
but Bridget rubbed on some cream and that helped a lot.
I had a sneaking admiration for girls now and the pain and suffering they
got through to make themselves look pretty. I thought shaving was a drag
(although I didn't have to do much of that, thank goodness). But all the
waxing, plucking, pulling and pushing girls had to go through to make
themselves attractive, put the things that men had to do in the shade.
Now take washing your hair as an example. As a man you just grab a bottle
of Whatever shampoo or shower gel, wet your hair, put the stuff on , rinse
and rough dry with a towel, then comb your hair into some semblance of
order.
Now to girls, its almost like a religious thing. First you choose the
correct shampoo and conditioner for your hair. There appears to be
thousand of different hair types. I thought that dry, normal and greasy
was all you had to worry about, but nooooo there are shampoos for fine,
oily, limp, coarse, split ends, processed hair, coloured etc. Shampoos
that make your hair shiny, have more volume, ya di ya di ya.....
There are equally as many types of conditioner as shampoos, no wonder that
the companies that make these products earn a fortune!
Enough of my ranting. You can see I had too much time on my hands waiting
for Bridget to finish doing her stuff. Lets get back to the nitty gritty.
Bridge finally let me get dressed and left the room.
I got dressed in my far too skimpy clothes.
Although I was sore, I could immediately feel the difference as my
feminine clothes slid on more smoothly than before.
My breast forms made me gasp as they nestled in my silky bra against my
now hairless chest. The panties tights, skirt and blouse, all slipped over
my hairless body without resistance and the feeling was, to say the least,
erotic. Percy liked it too and it took a bit of tugging and pulling before
I could tuck him up and to send him to sleep. My old granddad told me once
that when he was in the army during the war. They used to put bromide in
soldiers" tea to stop their willies becoming to aroused. I think that I
needed something like that!
Just as I finished putting my lacy top and salon smock back on, Bridget
came in.
"Are you decent? OK, sit in the chair again and I'll sort out your hair."
"You just did it."
"Yes and you just messed it up again putting your top back on!"
Luckily, the damage was not too great and in a few minute,s after almost
choking in the pungent fumes of industrial strength hair spray, the hair
was repaired to her satisfaction.
"Now Ton,i I want you to shut your eyes and trust me."
"Why?" I said suspiciously.
"I need to do your makeup but before that I need to do something."
"What?"
"It's a surprise. You will like it, I promise. Now be a good girl and shut
your eyes."
Being of a trusting, if somewhat simple nature, I shut my eyes.
I heard someone come into the room.
Suddenly, both my ear lobes were grabbed, some cold stuff put on them and
then before I could say anything, my eyes popped open wide as I felt a
stabbing pain in both ears.
"OWWW! Oh, ****, ******."
"My, my that's not the language that polite young ladies use," said a
grinning Bridget. "You needed your ears pierced if you are going to look
girly."
My ears started to throb a bit as I complained bitterly. The other
grinning accomplice to my torture left the room giggling for some strange
warped reason..
"That hurt! I didn't need my ears pierced. I could have used clip on
earrings."
"They are crappy and you don't get much choice. Once your ears are healed,
you can stop using the studs and wear some lovely dangly ones."
I wasn't convinced, but said nothing more. There was no point. The foul
deed had been done now.
"Don't forget to keep rotating the studs and keep them clean, you don't
want an infection."
"So I can blame you if my ears drop off?"
"Now you're being silly. Right, back to business. Lets do your makeup."
"Oh goodie!"
"Tut tut, no sarcasm, please."
With that Bridget started applying her lotions and potions. I kind of
zoned out, My ears throbbed and my body was sore from the waxing, so I
didn't pay much attention to what she was doing, but she had this habit of
sticking her tongue out wiggling it while she concentrated and I was kind
of mesmerised by it.
Finally, I was pronounced finished.
"Right Toni, the moment of truth. Lets carefully take your smock off. Now
close your eyes and turn around."
"Oh no, you're not going to get me to do that again! You'll probably
pierce my navel or do something else unspeakable."
"I promise I won't do anything to you. Just trust me this one last time. I
won't hurt you."
I did as I was told, muttering under my breath and with a heavily beating
heart, I shut my eyes and turned around.
I heard the sound of cloth falling on the floor.
"Open your eyes, Toni."
I opened my eyes and was a bit startled to see the large mirror in front
of me. I gasped at the apparition in front of me.
I was looking at myself but it was as if I was looking at someone else.
I was wearing the same clothes, but they looked different because my hair
had been teased and tugged into a very feminine style. I had a fringe
(what Americans for some reason call bangs) just above my thinned out and
femininely arched brows. My hair was longer and fuller and came down to my
shoulders in a gentle wavy style.
I heard in the distance, Bridget talking to me.
"I put in some hair extensions. That will help until your hair grows out.
You must come and see me at least every other week, so we can keep you
looking lovely."
The wonderful hair changed the shape of my fac,e making it thinner and
more girly. My eyes had a delicate shading of purple merging into pink. My
eyelashes were thick and full with the delicate touch of mascara, making
my eyes big and bambi like. My face now had what looked like a peaches and
cream complexion. Healthy, vibrant and full of life.
My lips, seemed fuller and was a wonderful shade of shocking pink.
In short, despite all my male hang-ups and concerns that I would be
"outed" at any minute for being a pervy man dressed up as a girl, I only
saw a girl in the mirror. Not a man or boy, but a lovely vibrant young
girl.
"What do you think, Toni?"
"Wow!"
"I take it you like?"
"Wow!"
"I assume that means that you are happy with the results?"
My mouth got into gear as I realised that Bridget was talking to me. I
couldn't drag my eyes from the mirror and the beautiful vision reflected
in it.
"Is that me?"
"Yes" hon, all you."
"Thank you." I whispered, seeing the mouth in the mirror saying the words.
It was a bit unreal. I couldn't quite get the hang of the fact that the
image reflected me, Tony Summers. A boy aged 18 years. This wasn't Tony. I
could see nothing that could possibly remind me of Tony, except, perhaps
the nose. But my nose was always a bit small and tweaked up at the end,
just like my mother. Sheila had done a great job at getting me looking
good enough to face the general public, without being found out as an
impostor. But this was on a different level. This was premier division
stuff compared to Sunday league.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
I didn't turn around, I was still looking at the girl in the mirror. I
heard the gentle tones of Sheila.
"Bloody Hell!"
"Hi, Sheila, scrubs up well, doesn't she?"
"Too right, Bridge. God, Toni with you looking like that, I could change
religion and become a lesbian!"
I giggled nervously as I realised that Sheila too, couldn't see anything
of Tony now.
I tore my eyes away from my reflection in the mirror and I turned to face
the two girls.
"You think I look OK, then?"
"Daarling, you look wonderful." Said Bridget enthusiastically.
"Drop dead gorgeous. I'm quite jealous, you cow!" Said an equally
enthusiastic Sheila, "But we have to go now. I've booked lunch at a swanky
restaurant, using my slimy ex's plastic and we only have half an hour to
get there."
"I don't think...."
"Now you can't tell me that you are worried about passing, you look about
twice as girly as me and I'm no slouch in that department. Come on grab
your purse and lets hit the road."
As we left the salon, Bridget came over, gave me a hug and then handed me
her card.
"Toni, if you need a chat about things, give me a ring. My home and mobile
numbers on the back of the card. You may want to talk about what you are
feeling and I might be able to give you some advice. OK?"
"Yes. Thanks Bridge for all you've done. I will ring you soon, promise."
We went out into the bright sunshine and I was so aware of my hairless
body brushing against the fabric of my skirt and top in the light breeze.
My full hair swayed gently as we walked to Sheila's car. There were a lot
of people around and I noticed that men and women were looking at me. Some
women smiled others frowned. Men seemed to look at my legs then face and
ended up on my breasts. It was a bit uncomfortable. I knew now how pretty
girls felt when being ogled at and I must admit , secretly. I liked it.
God, where did that come from! Was I becoming a flirt, five minutes after
being turned girly?
In no time we were in the car driving towards the restaurant.
I didn't say much, but kept looking at myself in the vanity mirror. Sheila
was talking but I wasn't taking in what she was saying.
"TONI!"
I jumped.
"Sorry Sheila. Did you say something?"
"Yes. If you can possibly tear your eyes away form the mirror. I was
saying that this restaurant is really great. It's the top one in the area
and has had rave reviews in the papers. I would love to see that slime
ball Steve's face when he sees the bill for your salon trip and the meal.
That will teach him to mess with me!"
I began to take notice where we were. It was funny. The area rang a bell.
We turned the corner and there it was. It had to be, didn't it. The same
restaurant that Davis took me to and where I poured lager over his smug
pockmarked face.
"I can't go in there. I must be banned. That's where Davis took me!"
"Ooops. I didn't know. Sorry. Anyway it's booked now and no one will
recognise you with your hair change and everything. Come on are you a girl
or a mouse?"
"Eek!"
"Come on Mini. If anyone recognises you, I promise we wont stay if you
don't want to."
I hesitantly followed Sheila in with trepidation.
Jeeves was there, all smug, smarmy and subservient.
"Hello, ladies, how may I help you?
He was wringing his damp hands a bit like Uriah Heep, being "ever so
humble'.
"We have a table booked in the name of Jones."
He looked at his list.
"Ah yes. Please step this way, Madam."
"It's Ms."
"Sorry!."
He walked us over to a table in the corner. I breathed a sigh of relief
that he didn't recognise me.
After sitting us down and leaving us with a menu, he left us in peace.
"See, Toni. I told you he wouldn't realise who you were. You look so
different now. Lets order then we can have a nice little confab."
We both ordered a smoked salmon salad and after the hovering waiter, who
looked like a stripped down version of Jeeves, had left us, we tucked in
to the delicious meal.
"Well Toni. You have your interview in two days time. Are you up for it."
"It's a bit soon. I still don't know if I can pull it off. Anyway, there
are probably loads of other girls going for the job."
"I like the way you said "other" girls. Does that mean you are accepting
that you are a girl now?"
"It was only a slip of the tongue. Anyway. I've only just started even
thinking about this. Don't push me to soon. Anyway, if I don't get this
job, I can go back to being Tony again."
"Is that what you want?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"Shhh, don't shout. The last thing you want is to draw attention to
yourself."
"Sorry. It's just that I keep having to remember who I am underneath this
girly exterior. I don't want to loose my past."
"You will never loose your past. You are just looking after your future."
I felt myself tearing up.
Sheila leaned across and held my hand.
"Look Toni, its about time I say things that might upset you. Don't shout
or be angry. OK?"
I nodded, apprehensive at what she might say. I looked around. Luckily,
the restaurant was not full and as we were in the corner, we seemed quite
private.
"Firstly, I'll ask a few questions. Just give me a straight answer. OK."
"OK."
As a boy did you think that you were masculine?"
"Not really. I tried, but I was one of the weedy boys. Not good at sports,
except running. I was OK at that. I suppose because of my light frame."
"We both know that you are a bit shy, why is that?"
"I don't know. I get tongue tied and I always think that when I say
something it will be silly, stupid and show me up."
"Do you relate better to boys or girls?"
"Girls, I suppose. I went to a boys boarding school. I was a bit small, I
didn't fit in and I just didn't seem to have much in common with the other
boys. The head master had twin daughters, Suzy and Jemma. Somehow I got to
know them and I had my happiest times with them. The other boys made fun
of me, saying I was a sissy and stuff like that. Then there is you. I
think of you as my best friend, even though you are ancient."
"Bloody cheek! I'm only ten years older than you and I have all my teeth!"
We both giggled and then Sheila carried on quizzing me.
"OK .So we have established that you are shy and you relate better to
girls than boys. Do you like the way you are dressed."
I didn't want to answer.
"Come on Toni. Be honest with yourself. Tell me do you like the way you
look?"
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again, as I nodded and whispered.
"Yes but its wrong."
"Why is it wrong?"
"Because I'm a boy and boys should not have these feelings."
"So you think that being a boy is only about what is between your legs?"
"Yes, no, I don't know. I'm confused. My talk with Bridget has made me
think about everything and I don't know what to do about it."
I blew my nose on a tissue and carefully wiped my eyes. I could see traces
of makeup on the tissue and this reinforced the duality of my situation.
Was I a girl trapped in a boys body or a boy with delusions.
"What I think is that you are finally finding out who you are. I saw your
face at the salon when you saw yourself in the mirror. You loved what you
was seeing. Even though you may not realise it yet. I think that you are
happier looking like you are now, a pretty girl, than a boy who doesn't
know where he is going."
I looked up at Sheila and was just about to agree with her when someone
moving caught my eye over the other side of the room.
My heart immediately leapt into my mouth . I gasped and nearly fainted.
"What is it. What's wrong Toni?" Said Sheila turning around in her seat.
It was Davis. The sick, disgusting and odious Davis, coming across the
room with a blond, gum chewing bimbo in a PVC dress, tottering on stiletto
heals. They were heading straight towards our table and I had nowhere to
hide!
To be continued........
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