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My First Bra - Part 7 free porn video
In Part 6 my wife took me to a hair salon wearing a bra and a lavender
shirt, which everyone assumed was a blouse. When I got there I found
out all the employees knew I was going to be wearing a bra, and were
looking forward to my new look. My wife had my legs (all the way to my
bikini line), my arms and my eyebrows waxed. So I'm sitting in my
stylist's chair with my feminine eyebrows, waiting to find out what is
next.
Brianne came back in a couple of minutes. "Well, we will cut your hair
first, then do the color," she said with excitement.
Oh no, I thought; color! What was wrong with my normal color, a nice
medium brown? Who knows what color they may have in mind. God I hope
it's not blonde. The girls at work tease me when I make a mistake now.
I can just imagine all the 'dumb blonde' jokes they might tell.
"Victoria and I have agreed on what hairstyle would be cute on you,"
said Brianne. "But we don't want to ruin the surprise, so we'll turn
you away from the mirror until I'm finished." The styling area was
quite crowded and I could see that most of the five stylists and their
customers in the area were looking at me; the guy in the bra and the
blouse whose wife was deciding what 'cute' haircut he should get. How
humiliating!
Brianne put a cape around my shoulders just as she did for all of her
customers. They had special capes custom made for the shop. The one I
got was black. The way she put it on, the words 'Feminine Mystique-
Restore Your Feminity' were emblazoned on my chest. I wasn't sure I was
really 'restoring' my femininity, but feminity was certainly becoming a
larger part of my life. Brianne started to cut my hair. She started
with the front, trimming it so that I had bangs. At one point she
stopped to ask my wife's opinion. "Do you think the bangs are too long
Victoria?"
"Maybe a bit shorter," my wife replied. "We want people to be able to
see those gorgeous eyebrows."
Brianne trimmed them some more, then started working on the sides and
back. I couldn't tell as well what she was doing, but I could tell she
was making it shorter than the shoulder length hair I had. From the
length of the hair falling it appeared she was cutting two to three
inches in length. Some of the time I could see my wife watching. She
had a big smile on her face. I could tell she was very pleased with
what was going on. She looked happy; she looked content. The word
'bliss' came to mind. In all of our years of marriage I had seldom seen
her look this blissful.
The other stylists and their customers also took a peek occasionally. A
couple of the customers finished their stylings while Brianne was at
work and they stood and watched Brianne for a couple of minutes. They
were smiling, and shaking their heads. I couldn't tell for sure if it
was because they thought it was funny, or because they thought it was
sweet. I was pretty sure that I was getting a girl's hairstyle. The
bra, the shirt that looked like a blouse, the eyebrows, and Kristi's
comments all made that pretty certain. I didn't know what to think.
When I wore my hair short I never really found a style I was fully happy
with. As I grew it out my wife liked it better, which meant I liked it
better. I wanted to look nice for her. I decided if she liked it, it
must look okay.
The problem wasn't really with my hair as much as it was with my face.
I had a masculine face. I never really liked that face. I was never
confident in my looks growing up, especially with the short hair. The
longer hair seemed to help, maybe because I thought it hid more of my
face, but it did soften the look a bit. My wife always told me I had
beautiful hair, lush and thick. 'Lots of women would love to have your
hair', she would tell me. When I would say something to my wife about
not liking the looks of my face, she would say she loved my face, and
that it had lots of 'potential.' I never knew what she meant. Maybe she
thought I should get a nose job or something. But it really didn't
matter. Once I found her I had all I could ever want. Why worry about
something you can do nothing about (your face) when you have found the
girl of your dreams.
When she finished cutting Brianne took a curling iron and used it some
on the sides and back. She stood in front of me, admiring her work, and
put one hand on each side of my face, kind of fluffing the hair under my
ears. My heart was racing. I was afraid to see what she had done, and
at the same time I couldn't wait to see it. Every time Brianne had ever
cut my hair, she had told me how nice my hair was, and that the style
looked nice on me. But this was different. I could tell from her look
that she was very pleased with her work.
"Okay," she said. "Are you ready to see your new hairstyle?" she asked
with more than her usual enthusiasm. I noticed that everyone in the
hairstyling area had stopped what they were doing to see what my
reaction would be. There were also some women from the nail area who
had moved over to see the show too. I noticed Kristi over in a corner
almost bouncing up and down with excitement. Was I ready? I didn't
know.
"Come on, honey," said my wife as she moved over next to Brianne. "It
looks wonderful. I'm so excited. I can't wait for you to see it. It's
even better than I had hoped. Close your eyes, honey. Okay?"
I nodded yes and closed my eyes. Brianne and my wife slowly turned my
chair around so I could see my new hairstyle. They stood behind me so
they could see my reaction. All of the people in the shop craned their
necks to see my reaction too.
"Okay, open your eyes honey," said my wife. My heart was racing even
faster. I was afraid I might pass out. I opened my eyes. It was... it
was... a bob. A chin length bob. I had to admit my hair did look
terrific in this style. It was curled under at the bottom in a very
fashionable style. There was no mistaking it; this was a girl's
haircut.
"This is a very flexible style," said Brianne. As it grows a bit you
can part it more to the side and look like Posh Spice, or you can add
some more curl.
I was still just staring at myself in the mirror, trying to decide what
to think. "Do you like it dear?" asked my wife, with that pretty please
sound in her voice again.
I had to agree it looked great. The face was still my face, but the
hair looked terrific, and my wife was sooo excited. "Yes, I like it," I
said with a big smile. There were lots of 'aaah's' from the ladies that
were watching and a couple of people applauded. A couple of them
laughed and a few others seemed to be stifling a laugh. But I didn't
care. If my wife liked it, I loved that new hairdo.
The excitement subsided and the audience went back to what they had been
doing. "I'm so glad you like it dear," my wife said as she hugged me
and kissed me on the cheek.
Brianne came back with some bottles of something. I assumed it was hair
coloring chemicals, and it looked like a light color. Oh no, they're
going to make me a blonde, I thought. I soooo don't want to be a
blonde. "See what we have here?" Brianne asked with a smile. "Blonde
hair coloring. You know that blondes have more fun!"
"You don't really look very excited by the idea," said my wife. "Don't
you want to be a blonde, dear? Tell me the truth."
"Well... actually... no," I said very quietly. "I'm sorry. I don't
want to disappoint you. I'll do it if you want me to."
My wife grinned. "Oh, bless your heart. That's okay dear, we're only
doing some blonde highlights. It will make your look a bit more soft,
more feminine. I'm sure you'll like it." I exhaled heavily. I was so
glad to hear I would not be becoming a blonde that I missed her comment
about making my look more feminine.
Brianne poured some of the solution into some kind of a cup and then
dipped a paint brush into it. She pulled up a small portion of my hair,
painted it with the brush, and then wrapped it in foil. She did another
and then another. As I looked in the mirror I saw my head eventually
covered in lots of little foil tubes. I'd seen lots of women getting
their hair highlighted in the years I'd been coming to Brianne's. I had
always thought that it was a very 'girly' look, since guys didn't do
such a thing. As I looked in the mirror I almost saw a girl. It was
similar to when I stood in front of the mirror entranced by seeing
myself in a bra for the first time. I didn't see the face. I just saw
the girl with the foils on her hair, trying to make herself look
prettier; feel prettier. Wanting to look nicer for herself, for her
husband, or her boyfriend; maybe for a big date that night. For a
moment I wished I was that girl.
"We're done for a while dear," said Brianne. "Let's go over here where
you can sit for a while." We moved near the nail area where I took a
seat. There were two other women getting highlights sitting in the same
area. They smiled to acknowledge me when they saw me sit down with
them. As they talked I caught them glancing me way to check out the guy
getting his hair highlighted. They were discussing their plans for the
evening. I realized that I had no idea what we were doing when we left
the salon. After the last few days I didn't know what to expect.
I sat and enjoyed doing such a girly thing, sitting with foils on my
hair adding blonde highlights to make it look for feminine. I reached
down and felt my silky smooth legs. They felt so much nicer without the
hair. I realized that my panties were still wet with my cum from when
Kristi had been doing my eyebrows. There was a bit that had dripped
down my leg as well while I walked over to this area. It wasn't yet
visible under my shorts. I resisted the desire to use a finger to
collect it and lick it up.
I looked for a magazine to read while I waited. All of them were
typical women's magazines. I looked through them to see if there might
be something of interest. I looked at one of the typical gossip
magazines for a while. You know, the photos of celebrities out and
about, usually wearing casual clothes and sometimes a major fashion
mistake. Then some photos of women on the red carpet for some awards
dinner. Then the stories of some celebrity and their challenge at
overcoming a disease, or a jilted lover, or a spouse that left them for
some other star. All the typical trashy stuff that is very popular for
women to read. I looked through it for a while, stopping for quite a
while to look at the red carpet photos. I always had loved those
photos. Before we were married I remembered looking at those photos and
wondering what it would be like to be with women that gorgeous, to have
sex with them. After my wife and I married I still looked, but was
always happy that my own dream girl would be sleeping next to me that
night. More recently, I seemed to be looking at them differently,
studying their dress, jewelry and makeup and wondering how they made
themselves look so beautiful. It seemed that I identified more with
them, and no longer with the guys they dated.
I finished that one and spotted one that my wife subscribed to. I
sometimes snuck a peek at her magazines at home to see what women read
and I remembered this magazine as one of my favorites. It was a lot
less conservative than the typical women's magazines and often had
articles with a more sexual focus, and more graphic discussions of sex,
but of course nothing like Playboy or typical men's magazines. I also
sometimes read it when I was here at Brianne's waiting for my wife. I
didn't recall seeing this issue previously, so I decided to look at it.
I scanned the cover for their highlighted articles. 'Six ways to use
makeup to make you look younger'. It sounded interesting. I admit that
I sometimes read the makeup articles to see how women made themselves
look so nice. 'Balancing your home and career'. I didn't know how
career women (or any working women for that matter) did it; working full
time and being a wife and mother. I was glad that I had time to help
out around the house so my wife didn't have to wear herself out.
I continued to look across the cover when I finally saw it; 'How to Get
Your Husband to Do Absolutely Anything.' My wife had certainly mastered
that. I decided to start at that article so I opened the magazine to
the page where the story started. It started with a paragraph
describing the author:
"Valerie Patton is a career woman in a midwestern city who has mastered
the art of getting her husband to do whatever she wants. Here she tells
her story of her life with her 'man' and how she has convinced her
husband to do whatever she wants. Over time and with her persuasion she
has converted her husband into a 'wife' who does the cooking, cleaning,
laundry and is the perfect little homemaker, while Valerie is free to
concentrate on her career and the business she owns. We've changed
Valerie's name and few other details to avoid humiliation by her husband
if their acquaintances would find out all the details of their life."
Wow, I thought that almost describes our relationship, I thought. Maybe
my wife read this article. I checked the date. It was from a few
months ago, long after my wife had figured out how to get me to do what
she wanted. I continued to read. The story told how they had met, how
they got together and early stages of their life. It all sounded
remarkably like Victoria and my life together. Then Brianne appeared to
tell me it was time for me to come back to her chair. I was reading so
intently that I didn't even see her coming. She touched me on the
shoulder, startling me. "My, you are certainly concentrating aren't
you?" she said. "What's so fascinating?"" She took the magazine from
my hand, looked at the article, and started to laugh. "Oh, you found
your story. No wonder you were so intense. Did you recognize yourself
in there?"
I had to laugh too. I guess it was common knowledge in Brianne's salon
that my wife could get me to do what she wanted. It was almost like it
was my story. "Yeah, I guess so," I replied.
"Come along, dear," she responded. "It's time for us to finish your
hair." First she went to her styling station and she removed the foils.
Then we went over to her wash sink and she washed the coloring solution
out of my hair. Then back to her station again. She used her blow
dryer to dry my hair, being careful to not get it too hot. As she dried
it she used a brush to style it, giving me advice as she went, telling
me one of the reasons they picked this style was because it was fairly
easy to care for, and yet you could have some different looks with it.
As I watched her work I looked at my new hair. I had to admit that I
had good hair. It was always one of my best features. That's why my
wife said I should grow it out, since it was so beautiful. That's the
word she always used, beautiful. At first I thought it was odd that
used the word beautiful for a guy's hair, but over time I had come to
accept the term and agree she was right. I had beautiful hair.
But now, with Brianne's work I had not just beautiful hair, but a
beautiful hairstyle. The bob had always been one of my favorite
hairstyles for women. I've seen many women look incredibly sexy with
that style, but it also seems to look nice as a casual hairstyle. And
the highlights made it even more beautiful, more womanly. I looked in
the mirror at the hairstyle, and saw the "Feminine Mystique - Restore
Your Feminiinity" logo. I had to admit that if I didn't look at my
face, it was a very feminine picture.
As Brianne was finishing my wife reappeared. I assumed she had been
talking to other customers. She knew a number of ladies who came to
Brianne's salon. "Oh, it's beautiful!" my wife exclaimed and gave me a
hug. "Do you like it?" she asked.
I smiled and replied "Yes I do. It's beautiful."
"Thank you so much Brianne," said my wife. "You've done a wonderful
job."
"You're welcome," Brianne replied. "I know how much you both wanted
this and I'm so glad it came out so well. It looks even better than I
ever imagined. And your eyes look terrific, too."
I overlooked Brianne's comment about how we both wanted this. I don't
know that I ever asked for a feminine hairstyle, but I had to admit it
that it looked terrific. "Yes, thank you Brianne," I added.
As we were leaving the styling area a number of the other stylists
smiled and told me that my new hair looked great. Kristi stopped us and
'bubbled' some more about how cute it was. We went to their cash
register counter and paid Brianne for all the treatments, adding a big
tip for their wonderful service. She came around the counter and gave
me a big hug. "Enjoy your beautiful new look, dear. And we'll see you
in two weeks."
I didn't know what to say. I had no idea why we'd be coming back in two
weeks. Surely my hair wouldn't need new color or trimming in two weeks.
I bet my wife would be due for a haircut then, and Brianne just assumed
I would come along. I did that fairly often. I was afraid to ask if I
was correct, so I just said "okay."
My wife said goodbye to Brianne, thanked her again and said we would see
her in two weeks. Then she took my hand and we walked out of the shop
hand in hand.
I had a wonderful glowing feeling, almost like the feeling after sex, as
we left the shop. Of course I did have a powerful orgasm while Kristi
was doing my eyebrows. But this was something different. This had been
a wonderful, pleasurably, girly experience. I could tell why women
enjoyed a new look. It was nice to have a different, beautiful,
womanly, hairstyle. We walked around to the driver's side of the car
and I opened the door for my wife. As I closed it I caught a glimpse of
my reflection in the windows of Brianne's shop. As I looked I saw.....
A GUY!!!! A guy with a women's hairstyle. My god, what had we done!
How would I ever be able to go out in public like this? How could I go
to work? What would I do?
As I walked around to the other side of the car I wondered what I would
do. Fortunately, as usual, my wife was way ahead of me and had it all
figured out for me, and for us.
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