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Even as overwrought as I was from my date with Jacque, I was excited even
more by being invited to Claudette's for girly talk and what I hoped
would turn into a sisterly hair setting lesson. I grabbed the curlers and
left my jacket but kept on my blouse and skirt. A quick visit to my
closet brought me a scarlet satin busted lounging gown which I knew
Claudette would adore. I also remembered to bring the lipstick I had
purchased for Claudette at Chanel.
I locked the door and stepped into the courtyard and walked to
Claudette's with a warm Parisian breeze lifting my skirt. Claudette was
at the door as soon as I rang. We looked at each other and I fell into
her arms, sobbing.
"Oh, Claudette, I thought I was ready to be a woman in Paris. I tried to
be all that you had taught me. Silly me! As soon as I am alone, I wind up
in the arms of a man. Even yearn for his lips to share my lipstick. I am
so confused. Hold me, Claudette, and tell me that I will be safe."
"Wendy, of course you were ready to be alone. I wanted you to have this
time to use your womanhood. So, you kissed a man! Wonderful! You are a
woman now. And that is what women do, they kiss men and men kiss them
too. Nothing to be ashamed of, my little kitten. It is only natural. But
it is hard to believe that even at your age, I will have to talk to you
about the birds and the bees."
"As a woman, Claudette, I have led a very very sheltered life. Please
teach me all that I need to know. It is all so confusing. I love it when
we kiss. And I was very excited when Jacque and I kissed. Should I have
been?"
"Wendy, let's spend some girly time and talk about your experiences. I
would love to set your hair since I see most of Silvia's set is about
gone. Oh, your blouse is soooo pretty, It reminds me of a Monet
painting."
I started blubbering once again.
"What did I say, Wendy?"
The tears turned into laughter. "I will tell you about Monet, Claudette,
but first I love the idea of a new set. Please?"
"Let's get comfy, Wendy. Why don't you take off your blouse and skirt and
leave on your bra and half slip. I think that is always the nicest look
for having your hair set in private. And we are in private, so anything
you would like to do is no problem. I would probably enjoy it
tremendously."
I took off my blouse and skirt. The bra I was wearing was a very
structured bra, much like the one Janet Leigh wore in the bedroom scene
in the movie Psycho. Very controlling and very sexy, even on a woman my
age. Claudette's eyes grew wide and she ran her hand over the taut
fabric. "Very nice, Wendy. Bon Marche?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle!"
I took off my earrings and allowed Claudette to direct me to the wash
basin where she was going to wash my hair. This was the first time I had
been in Claudette's home and I was surprised and delighted to see that
she had an almost professional home beauty salon off her boudoir, even a
professional salon dryer which looked rather frightening standing in the
corner.
She positioned me in her styling chair and tilted my head back into the
shampoo basin and gave me a shampoo like I have never had before. We
talked as you washed and laughed as she towel dried the excess water.
Then immediately, with no hesitation, she sectioned parts of my hair and
asked me to hand her the mesh prickly roller, one by one, which I had
brought with me. Deftly she measured the sections she wanted and rolled
them precisely onto each curler. She did not toll under as Silvia had but
she rolled up away from the scalp which would give a curl more inclined
to flirtiness and springiness.
The experience of a beautiful woman rolling your hair as you sit there in
bra and slip was mind blowing. The rollers were exceeding tight and
precisely structured over my entire head. My bangs were rolled up and
away rather than down and under. I could scarcely understand what my hair
would look like after the set. I was beside myself wanting to know.
Claudette smiled as she saw the expression on my face. "No, No, naughty
Wendy, because you went out and seduced A MAN, you can not see your new
do until tomorrow. You will have to sleep, if you can sleep, in these
wicked curlers, you naughty, naughty little cougar!"
As the last roller was set, Claudette placed her hands on each side of my
head and squeezed. The pricks found there way home and I knew then that
this is what I was intended for. To suffer pain for the sake of female
beauty. I remembered the gift I had for Claudette and reached into my
purse and took out the nicely wrapped small package. Claudette slowly and
lovingly unwrapped the package and took out the gleaming tube. The
crossed "C's" made her smile with delight. The cap came off and quickly
she sat down at the makeup vanity and rubbed off the lipstick she was
wearing and swiftly and sexily applied a coat of French Raspberry to her
smiling lips. I sat down beside her and took my tube of the same lipstick
out of my purse, wiped off the lipstick I had been wearing and used every
lesson my wife had taught me to make my lips as perfect as Claudette's.
We sat there looking at each other and at ourselves until Claudette broke
the hypnotic state we were in by saying: "Get up, Wendy Girl, you have to
do my hair now. We have plenty of rollers. I am looking forward to how
you will style my hair. Get on with it, girl! I am not getting any
younger!"
I stood behind Claudette as she sat in chair and I bent down and ran my
hands over her satin bra clad breasts, I found the small mound of her
nipples and gave them a pinch. Claudette oohed and I whispered in her
ear: "I may not be a "Silvia" but I did have the best teacher in the
world. I will make you beautiful as a woman should be."
I washed her hair. Never before had i ever ran my fingers through the
luxuriant locks of a woman's head of hair. I almost didn't stop, I was
enjoying myself so much. But Claudette finally had to tell me that enough
washing already. I tried to remember how Silvia and Claudette went about
the task. The first couple rollers were a bitch and I almost cried but
Claudette gently messaged by hand and I tried the third roller and it
went well and the next and the next and so on. I like doing it! I liked
rolling a woman's hair. All to soon there was space for no more curlers.
Claudette looked in the mirror and turned around and kissed me.
Since there was only one hooded dryer, Claudette placed me under it's
helmet, turned the heat on and retrieved a bonnet travel dryer from a
closet in the beauty salon. She sat in the styling chair facing me in the
drying chair. We could look at each other and smile at how sexy we had
made each other.
When the dryers turned off, I had expected that Claudette would take my
rollers out. But no. She wanted us both to sleep in our curlers overnight
for a much more intense set.
I had no problem with that.
Claudette suggested we lay in bed and talk about my activities while she
was away. But first she asked me to do something. "Wendy, would you
please help me with my douche? It will help you learn another womanly
ritual."
I, of course, could not refuse Claudette anything. Claudette got the
materials ready and moved to the bidet. She straddled the bidet and
motioned me to introduce her douche into her. I squatted in front of her
and took the douche bottle from Claudette and inserted the slanted
dispensing top into her vagina. She told me to be ready to squeeze the
bottle very hard so that all the douche liquid would flow into her. I was
squatting in front of her with my chest at about the level of her head.
She counted "One" "Two" "Three" and I squeezed the plastic bottle with
all my force. At the same time she opened her mouth and bit my right
nipple through my sheerness of my bra. My mind exploded. I had never been
so hot.
The pain was tremendous. But my joy was even greater. At last she
withdrew her teeth and I withdrew the douche bottle. A happy sigh came
from her lips and she licked my sore nipple as the douche liquid slowly
cascaded into the bidet.
After a few minutes she motioned for me to stand up and then she stood
up, kissed me on the lips and went to get something from her vanity. She
came back very quickly and motioned for me to take off my slip and
panties and to straddle to bidet just as she had.
Wordlessly she prepared another douche bottle, but one with a small hose
attached which ran to a small plastic nozzle. She told me to squat over
the bidet as she had. I did and she forward to straddle me. Her chest was
at the level of my head. She gently caressed my face and then reached
down and inserted the nozzle into my sissy vagina. The counted: "One"
"Two" "Three" and she squeezed the plastic bottle and masses of sweet
lavender smelling douche went into me. I was delirious. My mouth found
her left nipple and I bit, hard. She moaned and squeezed the bottle
again.
When I could breathe again my teeth unclenched and she sighed, thank you.
She removed the nozzle and the douche liquid drained into the bidet. She
looked at me and held a finger to her lip, asking for no talking, and
then moved the finger to my lips also. Then reached over to a table next
to the bidet and took something from it. She looked into my eyes and held
my gaze. Her hands moved below me. Where the nozzle had gone I felt
pressure and something new went into the now lavender smelling sissy
vagina. There was a feeling of pressure and then a feeling of something
being released and something being removed. I experienced a new feeling,
a feeling of fullness and completeness. I was sure this was heaven.
"Wendy, welcome to womanhood. I think Super Absorbent is just the right
size for a woman like you."
Nanette
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