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It was around 5 o'clock on a Saturday evening in 1966 when Catherine
Baker was sweeping up around her chair, in Beverly's Beauty Parlor. It
was an hour before close, and the only people left in the salon were
Catherine, Beverly, Mabel Stevens, Beverly's last client every Saturday,
and Mabel's son Julian.
Julian was a bit of a spoiled brat. At 15 years old, he fancied himself a
hippie, with his long unkempt light brunette hair. He liked to talk about
peace and love, but in reality he just wanted to smoke a lot of pot.
Every Saturday he would come in with his mother after they handled the
weekly shopping, and the every time he would sit in the lobby whining and
complaining about how he shouldn't have to arrange his life around her
schedule. It didn't matter to him that they were all each other had left,
or that his older than average mother needed some help every once in a
while. He'd go on about how his mother should be handling all the
"women's work" while he should be left alone, only to be bothered by
whatever he deemed important.
Catherine had dealt with a boy like this before. Her own brother Jimmy
used to fancy himself quite the rebel. Nowadays Jimmy was better known as
Peggy, Catherine's fire cracker sister. She may have still been a
handful, but at least she seemed happier. This boy just looked pathetic.
His eyes were glazed over from his usual habit, but today he looked
especially pathetic. He just kept staring at the carpet. She too enjoyed
illicit narcotics on occasion, but there was a time and a place, and
Saturday shopping with your mother was not one of them. She felt sorry
for Mabel, and thought maybe she could clean up her son a little. Maybe
it would get him out of his funk.
When she finished sweeping, she approached Mabel, and Beverly, and said,
"How are you doing today Mabel? You know, I don't have any clients the
rest of the evening. If you'd like I could give Julian a trim. His hair
seems to be a mess. Maybe I could clean it up a bit, and show him how to
take care of it?"
Mabel placed her hand on Catherine's leg and said, "You don't have to do
that dear. He hasn't allowed anyone near his head with a pair of scissors
in over a year."
"That's okay. I bet I could get him to. I'm a little closer to his age.
I'll tell him it's cool. You'd be surprised what boys will do for an
older girl."
"Dear, You can do anything he'll let you do to that head of his. Good
luck."
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine."
"You sure you don't mind staying at work a little later?" Beverly asked.
"It's not a problem. My dad died too, and my little brother became such a
pain. I'm just glad I can at least try to help."
Catherine sat down next to Julian in the lobby. "Hey there. I was just
talking with your mom, and I think that you could use a trim. Nothing too
outrageous. You just need to take off some split ends. Your hair will
grow faster, and look healthier."
The reply she received caught her off guard. "Your dress is pretty." the
boy said staring at her pink mini dress with a floral pattern. He gazed
upon her shoulder with what could best be described as a state of awe.
That's when she noticed that his pupils seemed to be 3 times their normal
size. This boy was obviously on some kind of hallucinogenic, either acid,
mushrooms, or god knows what else. Feeling a bit wicked, an idea crept
into her thoughts.
"Yes my dress is pretty." she said, taking the boy by the hand. "I think
your hair could be pretty. Do you want me to show you?"
Julian could only dumbly nod, as he followed her lead to the washbasin.
"Lie down here while I was and condition your hair. It needs to be clean,
and I need to get all the tangles out before I get started. I'm sure it's
going to feel great."
So she lathered, rinsed, repeated, a few times, and finished off with a
conditioning treatment, leaving his hair silky smooth. The entire time
she was working, Julian fidgeted a little in his chair, moaning slightly.
He obviously enjoyed the attention he was getting. When she was done, she
wrapped his head in a towel, turban style, and marched him over to her
chair.
After taking his seat, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and
closed his eyes as tight as he could, turning his head away. Catherine
knew that the last thing most people wanted to see when they were
tripping was their own reflection. Quickly she threw a towel over the
mirror, and said "Don't worry. The next time we uncover that I promise
that you will be much easier to look at."
Catherine grabbed her pink polka dotted cover, and fastened it around his
neck. She ran a brush through his hair one hundred times, every stroke
relaxing the boy just a little more. Reaching for her scissors, and a
comb, she whispered in his ear, "I need you to be real still now, while I
clean up this mess a little."
And with that she began cutting away. A nip here, and a snip there, and
she proclaimed a job well done. She only spent a lot of time on the
front, where she had cut his bangs so that they fell just to the top of
his eyebrows.
"All right now. I'm going to be tugging on your hair a little bit, but I
bet you'll just love the way it feels." She removed her roller kit, and
started lining up the rollers in his hair, a section at a time. With
every pin she pushed into place she heard a quiet moan of pleasure, as
Julian sat there gripping his pant legs tightly. Once she was finished,
she led the inebriated youth over to the hair dryer and placed the bowl
over his head. With the whir of the dryer in his ears, Julian relaxed, as
he enjoyed the warm air blowing down his neck and shoulders. Catherine
handed him a magazine, and left him to stare at the pictures, and the
words he couldn't currently make sense of.
Back at the front Mabel was cashing out, when she looked in the back of
the shop, and saw her son sitting under a dryer with a head full of
curlers.
"Oh my. I wasn't expecting that," came the old ladies' response.
Catherine smiled and said, "He seems to be enjoying the pampering."
"Well I did say whatever he'd let you do. How much do I owe you for
this?"
"Don't worry Mabel. This one's on me. Why don't you take that money over
to the boutique down the street, and find yourself a nice new dress? I'll
bring him over once he's done."
"Well, if you insist. If he becomes too much of a pain, don't hesitate to
send him on his way."
"I think today he's going to be most cooperative."
"All right then. See you soon. Thank you so much. I'm sure his hair will
look so nice when you're finished." And with that she made her way out
the door.
"Well I don't know what you have cooking, but I need to get home and feed
the dog," Beverly said with a knowing smirk. "I trust you'll lock up."
"Sure thing. See you tomorrow boss."
Finally alone in the salon, Catherine locks the door behind Beverly, and
goes to check on Julian's progress. At first she startled the boy, when
she pulled the bowl back to test how dry his hair had gotten so far, but
once he saw her face he smiled and said, "You're pretty. I like the way
your hair sits on top of your head like cotton candy."
"I'm sure you do. Your's will look pretty nice when we're done here. I
bet you'll fall in love with it."
So she returned the dryer, and pulled up a chair and her nail kit, and
started working on his fingernails. They talked, and talked about nothing
relevant. Some of their conversations didn't make any sense, but Julian
very much enjoyed himself. Catherine seemed to have a knack for dealing
with folks who had done a little too much acid. She'd had previous
experience with an old boyfriend who never quite knew when to quit. She'd
talked him down from his roof a few times, and compared to that, this was
a piece of cake. When she was finished Julian now sported 10 quarter in
long French tipped fingernails. After checking his hair, she felt it was
dry, but left him sitting under while she went into the back of the shop,
to find her new dress hanging up. She'd just bought it and planned on
wearing it out that night, when she left work, but this seemed like a
much better use for it. It was a grey and white checkered dress, with a
tight bodice, high waist, a flared knee length skirt, and a little white
peter pan collar. The sleeves were elbow length and hand little ties at
the cuffs. She brought it out to the main area, and asked Julian, "I know
you think my dress is pretty. What about this one? Do you like it?"
Julian just nodded his head, as his hand stroked the linen material.
"Well then you can have it. I don't think it'd look that great on me
anyway."
"Thank you," he replied, wearing a huge smile on his face. "It feels
nice. I like touching it."
"You know you could touch it all the time if you wear it. Let's go in the
back and I'll help you get it on."
So she took him to the dressing area where she slowly and carefully
helped him remove all of his clothing. Once he was naked, he started to
shiver in the cold air. He didn't seem to have any body hair yet, so his
skin was openly exposed to the air conditioning.
"Oh you poor thing. Here, let me help you."
He took the offered underwear, and held steady on her shoulder while the
panties were slid up his legs. Next she had him sit down while she
slipped a pair of brown panty hose on over the panties. Next she fastened
a white bustier around his torso, and stuffed a few other pairs of panty
hose into the cups for padding.
"It's like a constant hug isn't it."
Next she had him step into the dress, feeding his arms through the
sleeves, and then zipping it up tightly over his newly created curves.
After he was all secured in his new garment, Julian just kept rubbing his
hands all over himself, clearly enjoying the new sensations.
"I thought you'd like it. It's simply divine to adorn yourself in things
that feel great every once in a while, isn't it? Now come on back to the
chair. We need to hurry up and finish so we can get you back to your
mother."
At her styling chair, Catherine replaced the cover over Julian's new
outfit. Reaching for her make up case, she said, "I'm going to make your
face pretty too. That way the mirror won't be so scary anymore. What do
you think?"
Unable to argue with her logic, he just nodded his head, and watched as
she pulled out powders, and brushes trying to figure out what would suit
him best. First taking two wax strips she "cleaned up" his eyebrows with
a quick tug. He winced from the pain, and started to freak out, but she
calmed him, stroking his shoulder, while making shushing noises, looking
him in the eye, much the same way she would have done with a small child
who just bumped his head. Afterwards she started painting and dusting,
until his entire face was covered in cosmetics.
"I'm going to finish your hair now, and then we can go find your mom."
First she removed all the curlers, except for the ones in his bangs. Next
she gathered all of the curls tightly at the top of his head, in a very
high pony tail. Then she back combed the ponytail until it was an
explosion of tangles jutting out in every direction. After she finished
the teasing she pinned a ball of synthetic hair, matching his own light
brunette color at the top of the ponytail. She then smoothed the teased
mess around the hair piece, spraying copious amounts of hair spray along
the way until a giant ball of smooth rounded hair sat on top of his head,
pinned firmly into place. To finish it off, she removed the curlers from
his bangs, and combed them to the left so that they gently sat above his
newly arched eyebrows. With a sense of pride at a job well done, she
coated her creation in it's final layer of hairspray, cementing every
hair of the elaborate coiffure in place.
She placed her hand on her chin and thought for a moment, and then with a
grand epiphany she said, "I think something this fancy could do with a
bit of decoration, don't you?" The icing on her cake was a large pink bow
pinned at the front of his new updo. The last touch was a pair of pink
pumps, that she slipped on his stockinged feet.
"Are you ready to see something really pretty?"
Julian slowly nodded, a little apprehensive as Catherine removed the
towel. When he finally saw the vision of loveliness in the mirror, he
couldn't stop giggling. The girls was beautiful. She had big cotton candy
hair adorned with a bow, soft glowing cheeks and lips, and her eyes were
big and shadowed in blue, with unbelievably naturally long lashes coated
in dark mascara, and she was wearing a very pretty dress, any girl his
age would kill for.
"What's so funny?" Catherine asked, laughing a little herself.
"I'm glad the face isn't melting, but that face isn't mine. I'm a boy.
That's a girl." He must have been coming down, because he was starting to
make some sense.
"Well that is you sort of. It's you with a girls face. We'll call her
Julia. You can be Julia and that way the mirror won't be so scary
anymore."
"But I'm not a girl. I'm a boy and boy's don't wear dresses and makeup."
"Well let's just pretend for now that you're Julia. You can do all the
things that girls do. I bet it'd be fun."
"Okay!" he said excitedly, at the prospect of a new game.
Catherine stood Julia up, and started to show her how to walk in heels.
She started off a little wobbly, but after a while really started
sashaying around like an expert. She really seemed to enjoy the sound of
the clicking on the tile floor, as she took her steps. Next they played a
word game where they challenged each other to say sentences as girlishly
as possible.
Julia won with, "I love your dress dear. Where did you get it?"
Catherine started to count herself lucky that the trip was becoming less
visual, and overwhelming, and was becoming more of a feel good mental
experience. Once they were done playing, she went to the back to grab her
purse, and while she was back there she emptied the contents of Julian's
wallet into Julia's new purse. She walked back out into the main room,
and found Julia playfully wiggling across the floor.
"You ready to go?" she asked.
It was then that Julia was suddenly hit with the gift of gab. "Do you
think we could smoke first? My mother doesn't know I smoke cigarettes. In
fact, do you have one? That would be great."
Genuinely surprised, Catherine responded, "Okay. I'll only give you one,
and you can't tell your mother. We'll step out back."
After locking the front door, the duo made their way out the back exit,
and sat on a bench by the door, smoking and chatting away. Catherine
couldn't get over how Julia was sitting, legs crossed at the knees, back
arched slightly, waving around flamboyantly, while she ranted, and
daintily puffed on a super slim 120 cigarette. She was going on about how
she had never felt very attractive before, but now dressed as she was,
she was almost in love with herself, and even though she wasn't really a
girl, being as pretty as she was created a confidence she'd never felt
before.
Once they were done smoking, they walked to the front of the building,
and made their way to the boutique, to meet Julia's mother. Taking their
time, they enjoyed their stroll, while Julia played the quintessential
coquette, and winked at nearly every young boy they passed. Arriving the
dress shop, the two young ladies said their goodbyes, and hugged. Just
before entering, Julia leaned over and whispered into Catherine's ear,
"That was the craziest trip I've ever had. Thank you.", and then she
pecked her on the cheek.
Mabel Stevens was going through the racks, trying to kill time before
Julian met up with her. As she sifted through dress after dress, she
wondered what was taking so long, and she hoped the boy hadn't just
decided to throw a fit, and ruin that poor girls night. Suddenly she felt
a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a very cute girl, with
very stylish hair, and a very hip dress, holding up a little blue off the
shoulder number. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when she heard
the girl say, "Mother. Do you think this dress would look good on me?"
The End
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