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How Much Glamour Can You Take By: Darlene LeQueene Dedicated To Denise UK 2/5/2010 I guess if fate had never changed my direction I might never have met her. Fate sometimes plays funny tricks on you. It seemed such a simple thing that changed the whole direction of my life. So simple, but the course it changed was far from simply or easy. My current girlfriend only a casual girlfriend, because I liked her hairstyle asked me to drop her off at the beauty salon on Saturday afternoon since her car was in the shop, she should be picked up at approximately 4:00pm. I agreed being the helpful boyfriend that I was and that's how my life changed. I have always been interested in what goes on in beauty salons, but also a little embarrassed to actually go in one. Well I mean it's such a ultra feminine sanctuary that you'd never really see a man in there, unless he was a hairdresser I guess. I when in at 4:00pm to pick up my girlfriend and was informed she'd be about another 10 minutes and to have a seat at one of the chairs by the reception area, and that's how I met her. I was seated in the padded chair waiting when this older woman came up to pay her bill. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. She was much older about 60 I guessed although it was hard to tell because she was wearing a lot of makeup. But somehow she radiated sexy appeal in waves even from a slight distance. I tried to make believe I wasn't staring at her but I was. She was so gorgeous my cock was already stirring to life. She would not of course be everyone's cup of tea. To start with she was obviously very old, but still. And of course there was the amount of makeup she was wearing, much more than a normal amount to be sure, but I thought she looked stunning all made up like that. She caught me staring and smiled at me. Embarrassed and ashamed at being caught staring I lowered my eyes and stared at my lap. When I looked up again she was standing directly in front of me still smiling. "Do you like," she asked in a husky voice? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but yes you are obviously quite beautiful," I said. Her seductive smile widened a little and she said, "Well then thank you for appreciating all the work that was done." "Do you like bouffant hairdos and makeup?" "Well, no not exactly," I stammered. "I just thought you were exceptionally feminine and beautiful." Her slight smile seemed to have a sort of wicked look to it, but rather then detract from her beauty it seemed to enhance it. "Well darling, I think you might just be kind of friend that I might like to have." Her long red nailed and bejeweled finger held out a business card to me. "Call me if you feel the same way sweetie." She smiled once more and then turned and left leaving a cloud of very exotic feminine perfume behind her. I sat there like an idiot for a minute or two too stunned to move. Finally I looked at the card she'd handed me all it said was Denise UK, Glamour For Everyone and a phone number. I tucked the card in my wallet just was my girlfriend appear. "Sorry I was late Danny, they were running a little behind. I of course complimented her on how good she looked as we headed for the car, but the truth is my mind was still on the other woman. I dropped her home and then went home myself. Once home I relaxed and took the cards out of wallet and stared at it again. 'Glamour For Everyone' what the hell did that mean? She was a little strange, but God almighty was she feminine and sexy. I tossed and turned in bed that night thinking of her. I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. Her beauty was so over the top glamorous that it actually gave her a slightly hard look, and her big bouffant hairdo was obviously not the current standard of woman's hairdos, but somehow is was very exotic and exciting to me. I was completely taken by this woman. I wanted to play with her more than I've ever wanted another woman in spite of her age. The next day I started to call the number on the card, then stopped, then started, then stopped. I went through several repetitions of this, undecided as to whether I should call her. How silly I was acting like a love struck schoolboy but I was in my 50's myself. Finally I dialed the number and her husky voice answered. "Ah, Denise, this is Danny, we met at the beauty salon the other day and you handed me your card." "Yes Danny my darling, I remember, you complimented my makeup and hairdo." "Yes, I did." "I was wondering if you might like to meet for dinner or something?" I could almost feel that seductive wicked smile even over the phone. "I think I can go you one better darling, how about some cocktails and private conversation tonight at 8:00pm at my place?" "Why yes, that'd be fine." She gave me her address and thanked me and hung up. Again is was strange what woman doesn't want to be taken to dinner, or for that matter invites strange men into her home on a first date. But somehow I felt compelled and driven forward. I tried my best to spiff up for the evening paying extra attention to my grooming. When she opened the door for me at 8:00pm I was again stunned by how exotically feminine she was. Her cloud of perfume again enveloped me as I followed her to the living room. We settled into easy chairs and started conversing in general terms as I watched her beautifully made up face, her big hairdo and her exotic long red fingernails gently holding the glass. I think I was on my 2nd scotch then the thought first entered my head after listening to her talk at length. No it couldn't be, it just couldn't. But the more she talked the more the thought persisted. She watched my face closely and smiled that wicked seductive smile again, "Figured it out finally have you darling?" Stunned and unwilling to be extremely rude but left with no choice I finally said in a soft voice, "You're not a woman are you?" There was that wicked smile again. "Well as long as you remain calm, discreet, and well behaved we can discuss that, otherwise I'll have to ask you to leave." I slowly nodded my head in ascent to stunned to do anything else. She seemed confident I was wasn't going to cause a scene so she continued. "Yes dear, your right I'm not a genetic woman, but you admit I certainly had you fooled now didn't I dear?" I couldn't believe it, I'd been lusting after a man. I mean lets face it living in London this was certainly not the first transvestite or sissy I'd ever heard of or seen. But certainly none of the ones I'd ever seen were as sexy as her. My face was turning beat red, but I wasn't sure if it was from the shame of actually falling for a guy, or the fact that even though she'd admitted she was really man I still thought she looked so sexy and exciting. "And now I suppose dear you're wondering to yourself why after what I've told you, you still think I'm sexy and exciting?" I was shocked, how could she possibly know my thoughts. "Don't be surprised, dear, I'm over 60 and I've got lots of experience at reading expressions dear." I nodded slightly, afraid to do anything else. "I'm afraid you're going to need another scotch to help you absorb all this dear." She took the glass from my hand and refilled it with another scotch. "I believe you'll find my next statements even more shocking dear." "You're here because you're a little sissy faggot and you wished you could look just like me." Now this was too much, I started to jump up in protest, but she raised her feminine hand softly and said, "Be calm darling." "That's preposterous," I said. "Well dear, as I've told you I've got lots of experience reading expressions and your look of slight awe, stunned silence and almost a sexual longing tells me that your one of those rare men that appreciate my type of beauty." "In fact you like it so much you wonder what it might be like to play with a woman like me, perhaps even be like me." "OK, I'm truly sorry, but that's enough, I believe the time has come for me to go." "As you wish darling, but you'll be back." I hastily left, trying to maintain some good manners. All the way home my mind fumed over the fact that I'd been so stupid to desire her. And then to have her tell me on top of that that I was a homosexual or a sissy or whatever. The nerve of her. Two weeks past but I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. Jesus what was wrong with me, I was actually considering calling her again. Was I really homosexual or a sissy, Jesus, why couldn't I get her out of my mind. Finally after two weeks I could no longer stand her total glamorous feminine beauty eating away at me. I called her. She didn't seem surprised to hear from me again, in fact it felt like she never expected me to hold out for two weeks. "I'd like to talk again," I said. "Of course Danny dear, I'd love to chat again." We set a time and I once again found myself in her living room. "Why did you say I was a sissy?" She laughed, "Because you are darling, you just haven't been dressed up yet." "when your as experienced as I am dear, you can see that longing in another person's eyes, but all men would like my heavy makeup or my extremely big bouffant hairdos, but those that do are a special type of man." "I can see it in their eyes, that they not only like me, but somehow they have a secret longing to be just like me." "Well I will admit to my surprise I have been dreaming of playing with you, but I'm not a sissy or anything." "I'm truly sorry darling but there's only one way a man gets to play with me dear, and that's to become just like me, otherwise I'm not interested." "I couldn't do that, I mean, I, I, really couldn't." "Of course you can darling." "Give in you're your secret desires and experience what real sexual bliss is about dear." "A sexual bliss that isn't over in 10 minutes, but one that goes on and on for hours and hours from the first second to the last." "I, I couldn't," I stammered, "Everyone would call me a homosexual." "Whatever everybody dear, do you see anyone else here?" "There's only you and I darling." "And certainly I could care less if your homosexual, in fact we want you to be homosexual, I desire it." "But I mean I could never do like you did, you know the beauty salon." "Oh dear, is that's what's troubling you sweetie?" "Well as I said, I'm very experienced and I would never expect you to do that type of public thing." "But here in my home I have my own salon and my own methods of training a novice sissy." I should have gotten up and left right then, but as you well know readers I didn't. Her long thick black false eyelashes fluttered, her beautiful made up eyes were so gorgeous, her big bouffant hairdo was so exciting and feminine. Her long red nails that I could easily picture wrapped around my cock as those jeweled cocktail rings stoked my penis to climax. That stunning black dress and those exotic 6" spike high heels, she was so damn seductive and sexy I just couldn't leave. "So dear, you're still here, I take it you'd like to play?" I couldn't believe it but I nodded my head yes. "Answer me sissy girl." "Yes Denise I'd like to try playing with you." "Well then darling the first rule for a novice sissy under my guidance is that you should never again call me Denise only 'Mummy'." I hesitated, picturing her as my Mummy and the thought excited me so much that my penis was rock hard. Perhaps she was right, I was a homosexual sissy. I guess I was going to find out. "Well then darling here is what you must do, you must go home and return tomorrow evening at 6:00pm with your body completely shaved." "I want you to shave your legs, your arms, your crotch, your underarms, everything, girls are not hairy darling, and I'm not going to do that part for you." "Besides it will show your new commitment to Mummy dear." "Do that for me darling and Mummy will take of the rest, and I promise you a night of sexual enjoyment like you've never known." At home the next afternoon I couldn't believe I was actually doing as she instructed and shaving my entire body to please her, but I was. I was so curious now to know if the sexual delights she promised were actually as good as she claimed. Completely smooth now from head to toe I dressed casually as she'd instructed and drove to her house. When she answered the door I was even more stunned then I'd been before, because instead of being in one of her trademark big bouffant hairdos is was in curlers, pink curlers. Her head was completely covered in pink plastic roller with a black woman's hairnet over them. "Come along sissy girl," she said as she pulled me inside. "Let's see if you've complied with Mummy's wishes." I stared at her made up face and her long dangling rhinestone earrings and curlers. I should be grossed out or something, but I wasn't in fact I thought she looked every bit like a Mummy. Or at least what I perceived a glamorous Mummy to be. In spite of her age, the words that came to mind were, cute, adorable, oh so feminine and girlish. Jesus I was really going off the deep end here. It seems the more bizarre this turned out the more turned on I was. She ordered me out of my clothes and I stood there naked in front of her as she examined me. "You missed a section darling," she said. "No Denise I shaved everything." She gave me a very harsh look, and I realized my mistake. "No I'm sorry Mummy, I shaved everything." "That's better darling, but you missed your eyebrows." "Girls to not have bushy eyebrows dear." "We'll fix that when you in the styling chair." "Other than that you look like you have the beginnings of a proper sissy faggot." I winched at being called a sissy faggot, but said nothing. "Well dear the first thing to attend to is giving you a girlish figure." She produced a wicked looking black and pink corset. The corset itself was black lace with pink ruffled trim. She placed it around my waist and proceeded to tighten in down. How bizarre, here was this woman all made up and in pink curlers putting me into a woman's corset. Hell she wasn't actually a women either, what was she? A sissy like me? My Mummy? Already my mind was awash with various thoughts, but no matter what they were my penis seemed to be enjoying them immensely because it was rock hard and sticking out. She tightened the corset tighter and tighter until I thought I'd be cut in half and then she tied it off and produced a matching black lace bra, with the same pink trim. As she placed it on me the bras seemed to be the opposite of the corset. Where the corset at first seemed way to small for me to wear, the bra seemed much to big. But that was soon remedied by a pair of big latex breast inserts. I then sat as she pulled long black nylons up my legs. The feel of the nylons on my freshly shaved legs was electrifying. Finally she produced a pair of pink frilly panties, which at first I thought were standard ones, but they turned out to be special 'Sissy' panties as she called them. These had a frilly ruffled hole in the front for my sissy penis to stick through. Leaving my penis on display for her to see while everything else was tucked away in the panties. "Now thank Mummy for your wonderful new lingerie sissy girl." "Thank you Mummy they feel wonderful and they are very pretty." "Of course they are dear." "I told you being Mummy's little sissy faggot would be fun." "Makeup time darling." I was starting to get used to the corset a little and while it was uncomfortable it certainly was sexy, the nylons felt fabulous and the experience of wearing a black lace bra with those big titties was actually a turn on. So I was eager now to continue the experience with makeup. God I really was turning into a sissy faggot, was it the clothes that did it to you, or did you really want to do it before the clothes were actually on you, an interesting thought. At the makeup table Mummy started making up my face like a girl. First as promised me shaved around my eyebrows until there was hardly anything left which frighten me, but warned me to be quiet that women had beautiful arched high brows not unruly bushy male brows and that she could have made it worse by plucking them all out like a real woman would do. Then it was lots of foundation to cover my male beard and skin, then loose powder with a big fluffy brush, which felt delicious. With those in place my eyebrows now seemed to be nonexistent. But that was only for a few seconds because she immediately started penciling in new eyebrows on me with lady's black eyebrow pencil. When she was done I was shocked at my now emerging feminine face. The eyebrows were very high and severely arched changing the look of my whole face dramatically. I did look like a woman now. "Beginning to feel like the little sissy faggot you should darling?" "Yes Mummy," I dutifully replied. She smiled at me and gave me tiny little kiss, but it was enough to excite me even more. I never thought kissing a woman in rollers would be exciting, but it was. Something about it seemed so feminine and girlie. Next we went to work on eyeshadow, blending several shades together, first a very dark gray almost black on my eyelids then a deep purple above that and finally a white below my arched brows. "What a fine little sissy you look like for Mummy," she said. Tell Mummy love and adore her and Mummy will give you another kiss. I jumped at that immediately. "I love you Mummy, you're so beautiful." She bend down her big earrings swaying and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could taste her lipstick and it tasted divine. Again almost as if she could read my thoughts she said, "You'll like the taste of kissing with lipstick even more fairy when you're wearing your own." Next long thick black false eyelashes, she glued these to my lids deftly and I had to keep my eyes closed as they dried. When I opened them my lids felt so heavy, it was like a constant reminder I was wearing lady's false eyelashes and they were so long and thick that for the first time in my life I could not only feel, but see my own eyelashes. I was very turned on now and longed to stroke my cock. I started to place my hand in my lap, but she noticed and slapped my face lightly. "Don't even think about doing that yet you little faggot." "Mummy will tell you when it's alright to play with yourself, but right now that's Mummy's job and Mummy is not ready to do that yet." "So sit still darling and relax or Mummy will have to punish you." Next she did my black eyeliner enhancing my eyes even more and then came red blusher for my now girlish cheeks. God being made up like this was turning me on so much. Finally my lips were outlined in a dark red and filled it with red lipstick. God it felt so good and tasted so divine. It was heaven. OK pansy, time for the first fun part you get to be in curlers just like Mummy. But before we get started on that let's take some pictures of the makeup work. She took dozens of pictures of me in my girlie outfit and made up face. I thought I looked horrible without a wig, but she said I'd get used to looking like this. I was now half man with my protruding cock and bald head and half woman in my sexy lingerie and painted face. I looked like a total homosexual fairy. But she seemed to delight in it. She made me pose in various girlish effeminate poses while she clicked off one digital picture after another. "So pretty you are darling". "My precious little girlie-boy is going to bring Mummy lots of pleasure. Pucker your lips and blow a kiss like a girl." "Feeling like a little homosexual faggot now darling," she said. "Yes Mummy actually I am." "Good that's exactly the way you should feel." "But it's so humiliated to be seen like this." "Get used to the humiliation that's good for little homosexual sissies like you." "You look divine you little faggot, give Mother another kiss, but carefully and slowly darling don't spoil you lipstick yet." I kissed her gently, Our lips barely brushing together. Well she was right about another thing too. Usually my excitement over sex lasted only for a few minutes, but as she predicted I had been sexually excited the whole time and she's already been at it for and hour and a half. Now for your curlers darling, come to Mummy's special sissy salon chair I walked over to the indicated area but when I saw the chair I balked because protruding up from the seat a long while male cock attachment. "Oh no Mummy please, you couldn't, I won't she slapped my ass hard several times and I howled. "Of course you will darling, that's what all sissies are waiting for to be fucked just a girl." She lubricated the cock with some kind of liquid and ordered to seat in my salon chair. Slowly with much girlish whimpering and pleading the cock was in my ass and I was fully seated. "Feel good sissy girl?" "No Mummy it's very uncomfortable." "Poor girl, all part of your training darling." "Sissy girls love their pussy filled dearest, get used to it." Now settled on that cock she produced a long blonde wig and proceeded to glue it to my head with a special glue. She tested by pulling on the wig to make sure it was firmly attached. Then she ran a wet comb through it in preparation of setting. Soon the whole wig was damp and the setting began. She rolled the curlers very tight and in the beginning they were only slightly uncomfortable but as more and more were added they soon became quite uncomfortable. I finally decided to say something. "Mummy the curlers actually a little." "Well of course they do darling." "Beauty and glamour know no pain dear." "You do know that little sissies must suffer to be glamorous and beautiful." "You do want to be a lady, don't you?" "Yes Mummy." "Well then dearie, stop your sissy whining and be a good sissy and accept you pain and humiliation like a good girl." More and more were added until my entire head was covered in pink rollers. 48 in all she informed me. She placed a black hairnet over them tightening it down even more. I felt so crushed by the curlers, some was a physical part and some was a mental crushing of my maleness. "Aren't you adorable sweetie," she teased. "But not glamorous enough darling even in curlers a girl likes to look pretty." She produced a pair of long rhinestone earrings, very big, heavy and ornate and screwed them onto my earrings. "Special sissy earrings darling, no clip on or pierced darling, these are designed to screw down onto the earlobe." "Very old fashioned, and also quite uncomfortable aren't they dear?" "Yes Mummy, quite uncomfortable." "Soon they'll really hurt dear, but a sissy must make sacrifices to glamour darling." She gave them a little squeeze between her fingers making them hurt even more. There was that wicked cruel smile again, "Suffer in your feminization sissy girl." Well I think your ready for about a half hour under the dryer sweetie, she reached for the switch, then hesitated. "Oh but there is one more thing darling, to make you feel girlish, feminine and very sissyish." She flipped another switch on the side of the chair and to my surprised the cock in my ass started moving and vibrating. I wiggled in discomfort but she cautioned me, "Sit there a take that cock sissy faggot." Then she turned on the heat to the dryer too. For a few minutes she just watched me and my face as the cock moved in my ass and the dryer blow it's hot air. Then she reached down and smiled that wicked smile and stroked my sissy cock with her long red nails and jeweled fingers. Her large cocktail rings flashed brilliantly as she stroked. "Feeling like a little sissy faggot now dear?" ""You well no longer be Danny from now on you'll Darlene the little sissy faggot who loves being a lady for Mummy and getting fucked in the ass." "Wonderful isn't it dear?" I whimpered and moaned as the cock and the dryer worked. "Tell Mummy what a little sissy faggot you are darling." "Yes Mummy I'm a sissy faggot." Do you like getting fucked Darlene?" "Yes Mummy" "Ah dear, Mother is going to show you many sissy pleasures, this is only the beginning of glamour darling." "Now while Mummy strokes your cock I want you to look in all the mirrors and she what a sissy faggot you've become under my guidance." "Look at your pretty sexy face and makeup, look at your curlers and look at your earrings and your lovely clothes." "Isn't it wonderful to be a girl darling." I could only moan and pant in reply. "You really do look do adorable and helpless as a girl darling." She started stroking my cock again. "Look at the pretty sissy girl Darlene in the mirror dearest." I did my long thick false eyelashes, my smooth made up complexion and blushed cheeks, my elaborate eye makeup and those long swaying rhinestone earrings. In spite of the pain of the dildo I couldn't help it I did feel sexy, and very pretty even in the curlers. The pink curlers made me look so girlish and feminine and the makeup so womanly. Only a few minutes more darling, suffer for your glamour Darlene." She stroked my cock and soon I was spurting my white sissy cream as she called it. "Such a goof girl darling." Lick it off Mummy's fingers. I hesitated and she slapped my face. "Lick it up sissy girl, get used to it, it's only the beginning of lots more." "I licked it off her fingers," and she smiled at me. "Very good Darlene, just like a lovely little sissy cocksucker you were meant to be." She turned off the hairdryer and turned off the switch to the dildo. I felt so weak and helpless it had been such an ordeal. But the orgasm I'd had was the most intense and the best of my life. Still I felt weak and exhausted now, and the earrings really hurt and the rollers now under the heat were even tighter and pulled at my scalp. "Well Darlene, that was the sissy maintenance part, now comes the truly glamorous part. I didn't think I could take anymore. She helped my weak body from the dryer chair and the cock finally came out. She lead me to another salon type chair she called the 'Styling Chair'. I winced because this one too had another cock protruding from the seat. She lubricated it and smiled, "Go ahead Darlene, you know what to do now." I didn't want to, but I felt so weak and helpless I said nothing but just hovered and then slowly lowered myself onto the cock. "Good girl, Darlene, very nicely done dearie." Thankfully she then started taking the pink rollers from my hair. She sprayed it thoroughly with hairspray and then started teasing it up. This time I was faced away from the mirror she said she didn't want me to see until she was all done. She teased and sprayed and teased and sprayed over and over. I thought she's never be done. But finally she pronounced the creation done. She added a rhinestone necklace and several rhinestone bracelets to my wrists. Again she turned on the dildo in the chair and said, "Now you sit properly like a good girl while Mummy finishes off her hairdo. She was gone almost 45 minutes but I was getting used to the cock fucking me, and she'd left it on a low setting. When she returned she was her original glamorous self. Her hair had been teased into an immense bouffant hairdo just like mine, her makeup touched up and she was dressed very glamorously in a seductive black dress and spike high- heels. "I think you've had enough cock for tonight dear, she helped me from the chair and back to the makeup table. She put me in a black dress similar but not exactly like hers. Now seated again she glued on long acrylic nails to my fingers and painted them with deep red nail polish. "Wonderful darling so feminine." She placed lady's cocktail rings like hers on each of my fingers. "How much glamour can you take darling." "Look at the new you a lady called Darlene." I started at my outfit, my makeup and my new bouffant hairdo. I did, I really did look just like her now. I looked, glamorous, ladylike and very sexy. I was a woman now, well except for my cock, which was rock hard again. "Do you like Darlene?" "Yes Mummy I do like it." "See darling, I told you, you were meant to be a glamorous sissy faggot." "And now your properly dressed for the role." "But Mother has shown you a lot of pleasure and sissy joys tonight." "I think it's time for you to show Mummy how much you appreciated the effort Mother has made." "It's time for Darlene to become the little sissy cocksucker she should be." She lead me to her bedroom, but despite what she said we didn't go straight to the cock sucking part. She spent over an hour showing me how to move my hands like a lady. However to display my nails with a nice limp wrist. How to pat my immense hairdo into place with those long red nails and jeweled fingers. She demonstrated each move and made me practice it until I was close to her movements. As I watched myself in the mirror I could believe how effeminate I had become this quickly and how much I adored the new me. When she was done with everything from carrying a purse to wincing along and wiggling like a girl to walking in High heels. "And now the time has come darling, suck Mother's cock." I was so enraptured at this point I needed no further invitation. I slide her cock into my red lipsticked mouth and started sucking her cock. I paused just long enough to say, "I love you Mother." "I know darling, isn't it wonderful." I slide her cock back into my mouth thinking how wonderful it was to have the world's most beautiful Mother and the only Mother with a cock. The End