Heidis Naughty Checkup
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I had just graduated from college and gotten a job working in a bank. I had
my own place, and my life was coming together. I was having pretty good
luck finding all of the good places in town; the best deli, the best dry
cleaner, the good supermarket. But I hadn't had much luck finding a good
place to get my hair cut. I tried several before I saw a salon that looked
nice.
I walked into the salon and the receptionist said that Heidi had an opening
as soon as she finished with the customer in her chair. I sat down to wait
and started looking through the hairstyle books on the table in the waiting
area. As I flipped pages admiring the beautiful styles, Heidi came over,
introduced herself and led me to her chair. She ran her fingers through my
hair and asked what kind of style I wanted. I told her that I wanted
something a bit longer on top, but still short on the sides and back. She
said that with the natural highlights in my blonde hair, it would look nice
a bit longer.
She led me to the sink to wash and condition my hair. Her scalp massage
felt wonderful and all too soon it was over. She led me back to her chair
and placed the cape over me. She combed my hair out and then used clips to
hold the hair from the top of my head out of the way while she used the
electric clipper around the sides and back. Then she started to move the
clips around and trimmed just enough to make the longer hair even and neat.
We chatted the whole time, and she was very easy to talk to. She put some
gel in my hair and used a round brush and a hair dryer to style my hair.
When she was done, she brushed my hair neatly into place and asked me if I
liked it. I really did, she had given me a bowl cut that was buzzed tight
on the sides and back, but longer on top. She had done a great job. I paid
and left her a nice tip before leaving.
I got compliments about my hair at work and I liked the style more every
day. I also enjoyed using a round brush and a hair dryer to style my hair
every morning. After about month, I made another appointment with Heidi. I
told her I really liked the style and that I wanted to continue to let the
top grow out. She did a great job trimming my hair so that it looked very
neat, and we had a very nice chat. She encouraged me to continue to let my
hair grow since it looked so nice.
After a few months and a few more appointments, my hair was beginning to
get kind of long for a guy, especially a guy who works in a bank. My hair
was all one length, about half way down over my ears, with the nape buzzed.
When I told Heidi that I needed to get a more traditional, shorter
hairstyle, she asked me if I liked my hair in this longer style. I had to
admit that I really enjoyed having longer hair, and that I got lots of
compliments on it. She convinced me to continue with the hairstyle I really
wanted.
For the next two appointments we went through the same discussion. Me
asking her to cut my hair short, and her convincing me to continue letting
it grow. By now I had a very nice bob, blunt cut down to my ear lobes. The
summer sun had given me great highlights and my hair really shined. I loved
the way it bounced and moved when I walked. It was beginning to take a
while to dry my hair every morning, but I really enjoyed pampering myself.
The next time I went to see Heidi, before I had even said hello she told me
that she wasn't going to cut my hair short, so don't even start. I smiled
sheepishly as she led me back to the shampoo basin. I really enjoyed the
scalp massage and the warm scent of the shampoo and conditioner. She led me
to her chair and did her usual fantastic job trimming my hair. She said
that since my hair now covered my ears, I should get my ears pierced. I
blushed three shades of red, but she continued and said that earrings would
look great on me and that with my hair over my ears they wouldn't be
noticeable. I stammered that I couldn't because I work in a bank and I was
already self-conscious enough about my hair. She persisted and said that
she would do it for free, and that if I didn't like them that I could take
them out and no one would know. As always, I submitted to her and let her
pierce my ears. When I saw how nice the little gold studs looked, I was
glad I let her do it.
A few of the girls at work really liked my newly pierced ears, and one of
them suggested that pearl studs would look great with my blonde hair. I
couldn't believe that I actually considered buying myself earrings, but
after a week when the holes had healed I went out and bought myself some
nice little pearl earrings. I loved them, and when I got out of the shower
the next day and styled my hair I became completely aroused.
When Heidi saw the pearls, she threw me a huge smile and said that she knew
I'd like pierced ears. She asked me where I got the earrings and said that
they were really cute on me. When she finished drying my hair I was
expecting her to remove the cape, but instead she took the curling iron and
began to curl the ends of my hair under. I blushed and asked her what she
was doing. She smiled and said that she thought my hair would look cute
with a little extra curl and that it would show off my pretty earrings. I
was really nervous until she finished and brushed my hair out. I absolutely
loved it! The curls made my hair a bit fuller and definitely more femme,
but as always she was right! I left the salon with a little extra bounce in
my hair and I couldn't stop looking in my rearview mirror on the ride home!
The next morning as I styled my hair I had an overwhelming urge to use a
curling iron, and I was completely aroused. Ever since I got my ears
pierced, I had been getting hard every time I styled my hair. I began to
look forward to it and whenever I pleasured myself, I thought about playing
with my long beautiful hair. That day at work the hours dragged. On the way
home I stopped and bought a curling iron. What was happening to me?
When I showed up at Heidi's salon with my hair curled, she absolutely
beamed! She asked me what was going on and I had to confess that I really
liked curling my hair. We chatted about my style and how it went over at
the bank. The manager didn't say anything about it, but all of the girls
really liked it. She finished trimming my hair, but instead of using the
dryer, she began to put my hair up in rollers! I began to protest half-
heartedly, and she just said that if I liked the effect of a curling iron,
I would love a roller set.
She put me under the dryer by the manicure station and while I was drying
she started to work on my nails. I must have had a look of terror on my
face, but she just smiled and began to trim my cuticles. My nails were in
need of being cut, but she just filed them neat and even. She buffed them
all smooth and when she was done, she started to put clear polish on them.
I pulled my hand back and told her I couldn't go to work with my nails
polished. She firmly took my hand back and said that lots of men have
manicures. When she finished my nails were very neat and shiny and they
looked very nice but slightly too feminine for a guy. As that thought ran
through my head, she turned off the dryer and led me back to her chair.
Without the noise of the dryer we could more easily converse. I again told
her that I couldn't go to work with my nails done. She asked me if I liked
the way they looked, and when I confessed that I really did, she gave me
that smile that told me she was right again. Besides, I was wearing a femme
hairstyle and earrings, who would notice my nails?
She began to remove the rollers and I had an uncontrollable erection. She
brushed out my curls and I was amazed at how good I looked. I loved the way
the mass of curls bounced with each tiny movement of my head. When she
removed the cape, she nodded toward my erection, smiled, and leaned in to
whisper, 'Next time we'll do your makeup too'. I thought my heart would
beat right out of my chest as she led me to the reception desk to make my
next appointment. She told the girl to set me up in one month, late in the
afternoon as Heidi's last appointment for the day.
For the next month I thought about Heidi's parting words with a mix of
dread and excitement. I continued to use a curling iron every morning, but
the temptation to buy a set of rollers was tough to overcome. After a week
or so my manicure had grown out and I bought nail polish remover to clean
up my nails. After the nail polish was off, I didn't cut my nails, but
instead I filed then the way Heidi had. When I was done, my nails were too
dull. I went out and bought myself some clear polish and a package of
cuticle sticks. When I got home I soaked my hands and pushed my cuticles
back. Then I put on two coats of clear polish. When the polish was dry, I
took care of my aching erection.
I arrived early for my next appointment and Heidi greeted me with a hug and
told me that today was going to be a big day. My hair was now half way
between my ear lobes and my shoulders. Before she did my hair, she led me
to the back room where she said she was going to shape my eyebrows. As
usual, I protested and she won. She studied my eyebrows and carefully
applied the wax. It hurt when she pulled the wax off, and she gave me a
cold pack to hold to my brows to keep them from swelling. She didn't let me
see what they looked like. When we came back into the front of the salon,
only the receptionist and one stylist were left finishing up her last
client.
Heidi led me back to the sinks and washed and conditioned my hair. After
she was done trimming the ends, she rolled my hair. While she was rolling
my hair, the receptionist and the other stylist came over to say good night
and to remind Heidi to lock up before she left. They both gave me a smile
and said that I was in for a treat. That made my heart beat even faster
than it already was.
Before Heidi put me under the dryer, she started to put makeup on my face.
I tried to stop her, but she said that I would love it. By now, I realized
that she would probably be right, so I just enjoyed her ministrations. She
applied foundation, powder and blush. Then she pulled out a device I had
never seen before and put it to my eye. I pulled back and she said to
relax, it was an eyelash curler. She curled my eyelashes, applied eyeliner,
eye shadow and mascara. Then she lined my lips, filled in with lipstick and
applied lip gloss. All the while she was chatting animatedly about how
wonderful it looked, but she wouldn't let me see.
She put me under the dryer and started to work on my nails. I had let them
grow for a couple weeks and they were way too femme for a guy, but I
couldn't help myself. She cleaned off the clear polish, fussed with my
cuticles and did a much better job shaping my nails than I ever could. Then
she put on a base coat, two coats of beautiful pink polish that matched my
lipstick, and a clear, shiny top coat. I was mesmerized by the way my hands
looked. I couldn't believe how feminine they were.
When my hair was dry, and the curls had cooled, Heidi removed the curlers.
She removed the curlers by the dryer and not at her station because she
didn't want me to see myself in the mirror. She brushed my hair out, fussed
with it for a while, lightly sprayed it into place and finally said that
she was done. I was a mass of nerves and I had an erection that was in
danger of soiling my pants.
She led me to the mirror and said, 'Well Diane, what do you think?' I was
speechless and amazed. Could that pretty girl in the mirror actually be me?
I walked to the mirror and touched the glass. Yes, it was my pretty,
manicured hand reaching out. Yes, I was the pretty girl in the mirror! I
was overjoyed! I hugged Heidi long and hard and thanked her again and
again! I wanted to look this pretty and feminine every day! All along I
wanted to be a girl, but I didn't know it!
Heidi said, 'We're not done yet.' I just stared at her. Could there be
more? She said, 'You're a very pretty girl, but that outfit has to go.' The
button down shirt and dress pants that I wore to work certainly didn't go
with the pretty girl in the mirror. She said, 'Let's go to the mall and
start your new wardrobe.' Heidi locked up the salon and as we headed to her
car, she said 'With some pretty outfits, you won't have any trouble finding
a boyfriend.' A boyfriend? I stopped and looked at her wide-eyed. She gave
me that smile, and I knew she was right.
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