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Awake
By Karen Marie
As I awoke from the fog of my dreamy state the light entered my eyes and
consciousness returned. I experienced a moment of total disorientation.
Where was I? What was I doing? A glance to my right revealed three empty
wine glasses on the table next to a sink. I found myself reclining in a
salon chair with a severe neck cramp. I heard the sound of a hair dryer
off in the distance. The pungent smell of hair permanent solution filled
the air, stinging my nose. As I slowly sat up I noticed a barbershop
apron wrapping my body from my neck down to my knees. The cool nylon
apron draped across my bare legs caressing my thighs sending a chill up
the back of my neck.
"Oh my God!" "What have they done to me?" One look in the mirror directly
in front of me sent a shockwave to my stomach as I realized I was looking
at my own reflection. Staring back at me was a beautiful woman's face, my
Face. A careful look at my changed reflection showed I now had honey
blond hair, and was wearing perfect eye make-up, and pearl stud earrings
in each ear. A tightly permed moppy hairdo was piled on top of my head
making me look like Meg Ryan's twin sister. My complexion was perfect
and smooth with rouge accenting my high cheekbones. As I stared with an
open mouth at my reflection I noticed my teeth had been bleached a bright
white and I now had a kissable pair of pouty apple red lips.
My former boyish looks with ragged dark-brown hair could no longer be
mistaken for anything less than the visage of a beautiful blond, young
woman. For me to convince anyone otherwise would beguile all evidence to
the contrary.
As I rose to my feet, I tore away the salon apron. I was no longer
wearing the t-shirt, shorts, and moccasins I remembered putting on in the
morning. The mirror revealed that I was now wearing a short peach
colored dress with nude panty hose. My eyes followed the lines of "my
dress" from the hemline up past my narrow waist to the scooped-neck
bodice bust line. It seemed impossible but I was actually sporting a
pair of firm breasts with cleavages! My new appendages bounced as I
stepped closer to the mirror. My moccasin shoes were nowhere to be found.
Instead, a pair of matching one-inch women's heals were sitting at the
foot of my salon chair.
All at once a feeling of shock gave way to sheer panic. I could not let
anyone see me this way. Quickly, with my remaining wits, I grabbed the
matching shoes laid on the floor by my feet and dashed into a bathroom
just down the hall. I locked the door and sat down on the toilet to try
to make sense of my situation.
Quietly I sat, as footsteps moved in the direction of my room. Suddenly,
the doorknob jiggled and I recoiled from my perch in desperate terror.
For a short time that seemed like hours I sat as still as possible. I
heard a door slam outside the bathroom and noticed complete silence
throughout the building. Mustering my courage, I tried to unlock the
door and found that the door would not budge. I continued to rattle the
lock and push on the door with no success. Examining the small bathroom
revealed only one other exit, a painted-over window just above the sink.
Using the handle of a toilet plunger I was able to force open the ancient
window. My escape looked out upon a deserted alleyway littered with
refuse. Thinking my inappropriate footwear was still better than
nothing; I slid the high-heeled pumps out the window and carefully
stepped on the sink to crawl outside. Once I was free of my prison I
wiggled my toes into the women's shoes and peered down the alley. Where
could I go to escape the embarrassment of my predicament? My mind was
forced to recall the events of the morning that led me to my current
situation.
It was Saturday morning and I didn't have to be to work at the mall for
another seven hours. A quick breakfast of cold pizza and a Coke gave me
the needed energy to consider all the possibilities of the day. I
lounged in front of the television sitting on my sofa flipping through
the endless line-up of mind-numbing Saturday morning cartoons. Glancing
towards the coffee table for my Coke, I noticed the pile of unopened mail
and began tearing open each letter. Most of the items were credit card
bills requesting ever-higher minimum payments on debts that could never
be paid off with the salary of a retail job at Macy's. One letter caught
my attention with the hand-written note "Congratulations" on the
envelope. I almost tossed the unlikely fortune aside but curiosity won
the day. Ripping the envelope open I found a letter with a prize
certificate for a free "full-body massage" with the complete body works
salon treatment. The fine print at the bottom of the certificate had an
unfamiliar code "TV&TG Specialists" serving the needs of San Francisco's
men." I assumed the TV reference was for a television sports salon that
specialized in men's haircuts. I new I had needed a hair cut for some
time since my manager and the women that work with me in the shoe
department of Macy's had been teasing me about my long hair for months. I
usually wore it in a ponytail. I thought my hair was alternative but no
longer worth the teasing. Recently when my hair was down without a
ponytail a few of the women in my department began embarrassing me with a
long conversation about what beautiful hair I had if only I would get it
"fixed." Rose, my manager, further humiliated me by commenting on how
she always thought I was too attractive to have been born a man,
mentioning my delicate features "pretty eyes" and thin build. Playing
along with their fantasy I jokingly said if I were a woman I'm sure I
would be a complete "knock-out!" since I have sold women's shoes and
accessories for long enough to know what looks good. I further stated,
"If I were a woman I could never imagine myself being with a man." This
comment caught the attention of my colleague Karen who said "amen
sister!"
Karen was constantly sending me mixed flirtations at work with not-so-
innocent accidental touching mixed with her comments "I really like young
thin boys", "I think your hair is pretty," and "you have pretty eyes for
a man." These strange comments were not the usual kinds of flirtations a
man would expect from an interested woman.
Recently, Rose talked me into stepping into a pair of size nine women's
pumps saying I needed to know what I was selling women to better
understand my customer." I took off my socks and put on the black open-
toe sandals and Karen commented on how "delicious" my toes looked
Although I always wore slacks, a business shirt and tie to work, more
than a few times customers have addressed me as Miss when they saw my
long hair from behind. This usually resulted in embarrassment for both of
us when I would turn around and they noticed my tie. Once the error
persisted longer when I wore a red turtleneck sweater Karen bought for me
for my birthday from the Gap. Wearing the sweater and slacks with my
hair down and my ambiguous name on my employee nametag, Kelly, didn't
help clear up the confusion.
After finishing my cold pizza I turned off the television and decided to
start the day with a quick shower and cash in my unexpected prize. I
shampooed my long hair thinking this was the last time I would need to
deal with it since I was having it cut. Stepping out of the shower I
toweled off and ran an electric razor over my soft peach fuzz. Shaving
was still an occasional rather than daily requirement beginning in my
senior year of high school.
I quickly dressed, grabbed my keys and wallet and left my apartment
headed for the address off of Columbus street for my first ever massage.
I parked my red CRX on the street next to a sign that said, "maximum two-
hour parking for customers only. Towing enforced at all times."
As I entered the salon I met a pretty receptionist who took my coupon and
keyed a code into her computer. She smiled and said "Ah yes, Kelly, you
won the grand prize this month." "The salon works package." Let me
introduce you to Cindy who will get you started." As I looked around I
didn't see any other guys and decided this was certainly not a sports
bar. A sexy blond stylist named Cindy approached me and invited me to the
back of the salon, handing me a glass of wine.
End of Chapter 1. Please share comments.
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