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The Judge asks a favor of Robin
By Robin Young
As my salon's reputation grew the first three years our clientele of wealthy
women also grew. Houston has some very wealthy areas of the city where the
men drive Mercedes Benz automobiles and the women stay beautiful, well
dressed and perfectly coiffed. We specialize in pampering our clients with
champagne and fine wines while we attended to their beauty needs. My lead
stylist Andie has gained a reputation for giving the full treatment. By that
I mean that he really showers the client with compliments (he builds off the
clients strong points which makes him credible) while he applies his
extensive and artistic skills to enhance their beauty. Although he is a
bisexual man and doesn't pretend to be a woman...for the most part he looks
like a woman. He always wears a bra (which is quite noticeable at
times...depending on his outer clothing. He is never without makeup...usually
understated with just enough to enhance his natural beauty. Occasionally he
will go all out with a particular customer that he has a solid relationship
with. He might femme up his unisex haircut and wear dramatic eye makeup with
deep red lipstick....almost campy, but more like wealthy decadence. His
boobies remain small, pert little titties and do not quite fill a B cup.
Sometimes on those occasions when he goes all out he will wear a padded
bra....when he does, he is indistinguishable from any other female on
premises. His nails are only a ?" past his fingertips, but he keeps them
smooth and rounded with almost daily touchups with his nail file. Of course
he uses hardener and often at least a top coat to give them a little shine,
but he has shown up on numerous occasions wearing dark colored
polish...Raisin's, Red's, Berry's and every once in a while a Blue or Green as
has been the fad with young woman. He is a total flirt, but knows how to
keep from making others feel uncomfortable...he always defers to the client.
With the type of women we cater to, that last attribute bodes well. They
like to be shown respect for their station in life. It keeps Andie in large
tips and with his salary as head stylist he does very well for himself. In
addition to being his boss we also have a friendship outside of work. We
have dated some and been intimate on more than one occasion. Although we
both like being very feminine, I do like to be in control sometimes. Other
times I like it when an older or more authoritative woman takes control of
me. Sexually Andie only prefers being the submissive. He likes to enjoy
being called a sissy by a genetic woman and made to perform acts that only a
female would perform....all the while under the supervision of the strong
woman whom he is with. I guess we are too much alike to be a couple....who
would get to be the girly girl?
To get back to this particular story....Andie and I were having coffee one
afternoon between his appointments when he asked if he might be able to get
a favor from me.
"That depends. What do you need?" I asked.
"I believe you know who Judge Prosper is....I do her hair twice a month. She
always comes in on Tuesday when her court is not in session."
"Yes, Emily Prosper. I voted for her in the last election. What about her?"
"Do you know Doris Webb....her husband is the head of an oil company and he's
in the paper all the time. They are real socialites."
"Yes, I know who they are. What about them...what is the favor you need of
me?" I asked.
"Well, Judge Prosper confided in me that she was in a difficult position. It
seems that Doris' son has gotten into some legal trouble. The Webb's
contributed a lot of money and influence to the benefit of Judge Prosper in
her re-election campaign. Now they have asked to her to help out their boy."
"So what's the problem? Just tell the Judge to say she will put in a good
word with the DA and if the boy is truly a good boy at heart I am sure the
DA will be discreet and reasonable. What happened? Did the boy get caught
with some pot or something?" I asked.
"They all wish. Judge Prosper says she knows the boy and he is normally a
nice polite and rather quiet boy. He just graduated high school and I think
he just turned 18 or will soon. Anyway, he's never been in trouble before,
but he seems to be in serious trouble now. He attended a graduation party
(he seldom attended parties as he wasn't friends with anyone from his
school) and he says he drank some punch that was spiked. It is not clear if
it was alcohol or drugs, but whatever it was it affected James (their son)
in very imposing way....he later said he felt like he was in a dream. The
problem is there is a video on Youtube (I think they took it down now) of
him having sex with a girl who appears to be passed out on a bed in one of
the bedrooms in the house where the party was. The girl's parents found out
and were furious and the girl was devastated. James swears that he doesn't
remember any of that happening. When he saw the video he swore that he was
passed out on top of her and never had sex with her. He thinks it was some
of his classmates who were always teasing and picking on him...he suggests
that it was they who spiked the punch. None of the other kids at the party
are talking.....no one wants to be a part of the scandal. So it's James' word
against an incriminating video. I saw the video on Youtube before it was
taken down and he could be telling the truth. If he was trying to have sex
with her he wasn't very motivated. The screen was fairly close so you could
see her face and as a result much of his body was out of frame. Someone
could have easily made his body move a little while he was laying on her to
make it look like he was awake. Really, it didn't look bad to me on its
face. However, the girl's parents want to punish him for causing all the
stress. The Webb's are hoping to find a diversion program to save him rather
than going to court. They asked Judge Prosper to help."
"So how do I fit in?" again I asked getting tired of the story.
"Judge Prosper has been working with a committee to find alternative
punishments and rehabilitation options for first time non-violent
offenders."
"Wouldn't his accused crime be considered one of violence?" I asked him.
"Yes, but now that everyone has heard everyone else's story and seen the
video...I believe they all agree that he isn't a danger to society and that he
might be a victim as well. Due to all the circumstances and the people
involved it has been decided and agreed to by all parties that the Committee
I mentioned before, come up with a punishment appropriate to the crime and
one that would offer rehabilitation to the perpetrator. The girl and her
parents feel humiliated and want James to feel the same way. Taking all that
into account and with the Judge steering the final decision in committee,
the court is expected to propose that the committee's recommendation and
will rule tomorrow. Of course the court does not have a business
relationship with any salons and they need someone that can be trusted to
fulfill the courts order discreetly......and the Judge asked me if I thought our
place might accept the challenge. She feels like we will keep it discreet as
we are a part of their local culture and have some expertise in that type of
thing....I thinks she was speaking about the way I present myself when she
said that last part," "As you know the Webb's are loaded and money is no
object. They just want us to treat James or Jamie as the court will order
tomorrow, with respect and dignity while making him look like a girl. School
is out and the court is going to order that he be made over to look like a
girl within one week of tomorrows date. He is to remain in girl mode until
September when he is free to pursue his college career at LSU in Baton
Rouge, La. Starting in September he can choose any gender he wants to
present and if he has not been in any trouble his records will be deleted
since he has never actually been tried or convicted. It's a win-win for the
rich crowd. So what do you think?" she finally asked.
"Have you spoken with Susan about his wardrobe needs?" I smiled and we both
knew we were embarking on a fun adventure.
I spoke with Susan and of course she was onboard at once. The court and both
families approved of Susan and I and we were assigned with doing a complete
transformation of poor Jamie.
On the Monday following the hearing on the previous Friday, Jamie's mother
showed up with Jamie in tow. He was dressed in Khaki pants and a pull over
knit shirt.
"I believe we were to report here to begin Jamie's makeover," Doris
Announced.
"Yes," I replied. "We are all ready for 'her'."
Mrs. Webb looked kind of deflated. "I guess he is a she now...at least for the
summer."
"I think it best for all involved that we just jump in and immerse her in
her new temporary identity. In the long run I think it will be easier on her
if we do," I replied.
"Whatever you think best for my Jamie," She turned to her embarrassed
son..."Jamie, I know you feel you have been falsely accused, but you have to
do this. When the summer is over you can go off to college and never look
back at this incident. By the time you come home for Christmas no one will
even remember," Mrs. Webb looked at Susan and I. "As you know Jamie is
required to maintain his appearance and we agree that it might be best if he
just become a girl for the term of his punishment. It might be a little less
embarrassing if he can pass as female."
I looked at Jamie. I'm not altogether sure he thought it the best course of
action.
"Since we want him to look respectable and feminine as required we would
like to book him for weekly maintenance for his hair and nails. If you could
book us both together I would really appreciate it," Normally she was a
slightly arrogant woman relying on her wealth to get what she wanted. In
this situation she had to rely on others to offer their kindness by choice.
"Of course Mrs. Webb...would you like a particular day of the week?" I asked.
"Friday or Saturday would be wonderful if you can accommodate that. That way
we will look our best for the weekends."
"I'll have my receptionist call you to arrange a time," Now, for this first
time I think it might be easier on Jamie if you leave us alone with her to
do our work. If you have some shopping to do or anything else, we should
have her ready to go next door and start a new wardrobe in a few hours......give
us 3 hours (I looked at Andie who nodded approval). It's 8:30 now so why
don't we plan on picking her up at 11 and we can walk next door and get her
something to wear to lunch...then we can walk over to that cute new Bistro on
Lincoln. After lunch we can shop until she has enough to get started on her
new temporary life," I suggested.
Jamie's mother kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye. "I'll be back at
11:30...good luck," And she was gone.
Andie, Jamie and I sat around and looked at hairstyle books and discussed
what would look good on him with Andie and I making suggestions. We decided
that a hair color change would help him to avoid recognition of his former
self. We decided on an ash blonde as it was near his natural color, but
frosted would only be associated with a female. Andie and Jamie decided on
makeup suitable for the girl next door. "After all" quipped Andy..."If a
special occasion comes up you can always come in and let me work my glamour
magic on you," Andie and Jamie seemed to be getting along well and I went to
my office to try and get some work done.
At 10:15 Susan came over to see and meet Jamie. As I walked her over to
Andie's station her eyes began to widen. Sitting in the chair, her hair
recently permed, colored and conditioned waiting to be rolled was a cute
teenage girl. Her eyebrows had been waxed into nice feminine arches high on
the brow bone. Her faced had just been moisturized and Andie was giving it a
moment to absorb while he set her hair on large rollers. Jamie no longer
looked like a male....the salon cape covered her body and her head and face
were all Susan could see of her.
"Jamie this is Susan. She is a good friend of mine and she will help you
with your wardrobe, shoes and accessories."
"Hi! Jamie. We are going to have lots of fun. Please don't be
apprehensive....it will only be clothes and stuff and I will help you every
step of the way," Susan consoled.
"Thank you," was all he said.
"We'll leave you two girls to finish up. Oh, I love that color on your
toenails," I said noticing his bare legs and sandaled feet with shiny
toenails.
"Thank you....Andie suggested that color," said Jamie in an almost whispered
voice.
"I think you should let your nail tech do the same color on your
fingernails," Added Susan.
"Okay," was all he said.
Susan and I went to an outside caf?' and had coffee and a cigarette.
"That boy is really cute...I can't wait to get him in my dressing room," said
Susan and she blew out the smoke she inhaled.
"Susan....We both know you are a bit kinky and just love dressing up boys, but
really honey?" I exhaled the deep drag I had taken on my Benson and Hedges
100.
"I know....I just meant that I couldn't wait to get him in shop and dress him
up. I've been picturing him as the girl next door with skirts, blouses with
some Capri pants, jeans and shorts as staples. Of course he will need a few
dresses for everyday when he wants to wear a dress. They go out to eat in
fancy restaurants a lot I bet.....I guess she will need a couple of dressy
outfits. Shoes......she will need some flats for everyday, maybe a couple pairs
of cork wedgies since its summer. I think the court specified that she wear
heels of at least 3"s for 8 hours a day for at least 3 days per week. If she
wears heels 4" or higher for at least 6 hours in a row she can skip one day
in heels the next week if she wishes."
"Since it is summer, be sure to get her at least on pair of strappy high
heels to work into the mix," I told Susan.
"Don't worry, honey. By the end of summer he won't be able to go back....he'll
have spent a fortune of his daddy's money and you how daddy doesn't like
waste," Susan laughed.
That first day, Jamie left my salon looking like a teenage cosmetics or hair
model, but his worried mother didn't get to see him. I called her cell and
told her she should wait to see the finished product with clothes and all.
Jamie looked like the sweet girl next door. Simple, but quite
feminine.....demure and sexy in a youthful way (but I could see a fire burning
behind those beautiful eyes).
We had removed her pullover top before doing her makeover and she was
wearing a smock top with jersey shorts that the shop had provided. On her
feet she wore the open sandals we provided to protect her pedicure. She was
lovely. Up until now I've been noticing that as I write this I alternate
between he and she, him and her....it is not intentional. I have seen him from
the time he came into the salon in boy mode (although he is slight of frame
with reasonably long hair (fashionable on boys as well as girls) all the way
through to this point where he is a very passable girl...in fact I think it
would be hard to convince anyone he is a boy.
I led him over to Susan's Boutique next door. Susan has 3 salesgirls who
were busy waiting on customers and straightening stock.
"Darlings, I'm so glad you're finally here. I believe you're a size 6...did
you tell me that? Oh of course you wouldn't know your dress size, but I am
pretty good at estimating...I do it for a living you know. I have ordered take
out and it just arrived. Let's eat before we start. The three of us sat and
ate Chinese in her office before starting Jamie's new wardrobe.
I followed behind as Susan took Jamie around to various departments where
she had laid out various items for Jamie to consider. Jamie didn't know what
to do and Susan pretty much decided everything for him......that meant silky and
lacy lingerie, one fairly severe corset (in case you have to wear something
with a tight waist Susan informed her). Before they tried bras, Susan
measured his bare chest (and it was bare....in fact there was no hair to be
seen on his body except for his head and maybe behind his panties). After
going into the back of the store for a moment she came out holding a box.
She opened the box to first pull out some kind of measuring device. It was
made of spandex and fit around the torso just below the breasts. In the
front it had 3 different straps coming up as if to hold nonexistent cups on
a bra...from different angles. All the various components of this thing were
marked with measurement and were held together with Velcro. It was Susan's
personal design and she once told me that if it was a little less complex
and more easily mass manufactured she could have sold a million. It was by
far the most accurate way to measure for a perfect fitting bra that exists
today. She had discovered this mathematically based technique when trying to
help a male friend who liked to wear bras. He wanted something to fit
properly on his frame and so little by little they experimented, put the
numbers together and came up with this. I believe it was his math skills and
her feminine knowledge about bras and her experience wearing one.
Susan managed to get the bra/sizer on Jamie in short order. She adjusted all
the straps so that they were gently taught and took the measurement from the
sizer. She determined that his frame would best support a B cup. She picked
the box back up and removed several satin bags. As it were, there were
breast forms in each bag....a pair per bag. The forms from each bag appeared
to have slightly different sizes and flesh colored shades. After selecting
the right size and choosing a shade, Susan held one form to Jamie's chest.
His breathing was heavy and I could tell he excited as well embarrassed.
"I think that it is a good match...what do you think Jamie?" she asked the
boy.
Looking at her hand holding what appeared to be his breast his eyes glazed
over and he sighed then said...'yes, they look great'.
After a time Susan had his breasts fastened on with medical grade adhesive
which would require someone qualified to remove them (of course Susan was
qualified and had the necessary lotions to remove them properly and then
condition the skin that had been covered). As he sat up from the reclined
chair Susan had him in, his breasts came forward and then kind of bounced
for a second or two. The jiggling was unexpected and he just kind of froze
for a moment.
"Let's get a bra on you so we can get you dressed." With that Susan picked
out a padded 34 B Miracle Bra. It wasn't super fancy or ultra padded, but
the design pulled in his slightly pudgy boy breasts and forms into the cups
perfectly. The padding filled the bottom of the bra and held up his own
flesh. 'Very nice' I thought to myself.
The bra was black satin and had under wires. The restriction was a constant
reminder of his incarceration into female cloths and the soft delicate satin
and lace reminded him that he was really a female for the duration of the
summer.
The bra was accompanied by a black panty that matched the bra. It was rather
full cut and his bubble butt seemed to fill out the rear perfectly. I caught
him looking over his shoulder at his tush and when he saw me observing him
he blushed and looked so cute and coquettish. It was a very girlish scene.
He returned his attention to Susan who was deciding if his waist required
constriction (you know it did). With the black bra, cincher and panties on,
he really looked like a girl wearing makeup, with her hair freshly and
professionally done. "I'm so glad you were shaved when you came...it will save
us a lot of time," Said Susan as she presented Jamie with thigh high
stockings and showing her how to put them on without getting a run. "Most
important of all, make sure your manicure stays free of anything that can
snag a stocking....every girl has had that experience and it's no fun," Susan
instructed.
"Wow! Your legs look great in black stockings....you might want to rethink
going back to your old ways in September....really I mean it....You have great
legs. While we are here in lingerie, let's load you up on panties and bras
in different colors and styles....you pick some white ones and I'll pick the
colored ones...okay?....get a slip too...they are right over there...pick two, one
black and one beige. I put some out in your size for you to look at...on that
table right there...that's them," Susan finished with stockings and various
other pieces of lingerie she wanted to treat Jamie to (compliments of daddy)
and Jamie added the slips to the accumulating pile of finery. "Lissa, please
remove the tags and start a bill for Ms. Webb here," Lissa, one of the
salesgirls smiled and followed her instructions. There was something about
Lissa...she was hired by Susan as a salesgirl about five weeks ago...since we
first met she reminded me of someone. I thought maybe some actress as she
was certainly beautiful....but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Within the next 3 hours Jamie tried on garments of every type...somewhere
along the way she came to enjoy herself....laughing and playing the model in
an exaggerated manner. There were shoes of all the types and colors Susan
had selected and soon Jamie's new wardrobe was adequate to start summer
vacation as a young debutant.
"Well. What do you think?" Susan asked Jamie.
"I love it all. I thought I would really hate it, but the truth is I love
it. The cincher you put on me and the bra are...well they will take some
getting used to, but the feel of stockings on my shaved legs is amazing. My
panties are the most luxurious and comfortable underwear I have ever worn. I
can't wait until bedtime to try one of my new nighties," He was bubbly and
in his flippy Rayon skirt and cap sleeved cotton blouse he looked all the
world like a high school senior or recent graduate.....and a young woman.
I know those 3" pumps I put on you will take some getting used to, but if
you wear them every day for a while you will get used to it...then mix in some
other styles and heights."
Just then Doris Webb came in the front door. "I couldn't wait any
longer....where is Jamie?" She looked around the store.
"Hello mother. It's me Jamie."
His mother's eyes looked at the young woman standing right near her and took
a moment to focus. "Jamie! Is that you? You are precious...let me see, turn
around," Jamie did as his mother requested displaying some of the gestures
and postures he learned from us earlier. Doris was really taken aback by her
son's appearance and for a moment I thought she would cry.
"I was worried you would look terrible and be humiliated everywhere you go,
but...but you are perfect. No one could ever tell. I didn't recognize you at
first and I am you mother." She turned to Susan and I..."And thank you so much
for all your help....you did a wonderful job.
Susan had two of her girls help Jamie load up his new wardrobe in their SUV
while Doris pulled out her credit card and proceeded to pay us. "How much
did we spend" she asked looking at the receipt. "OH MY! Donald is going to
hit the roof....,but what good is money if you can't help your loved ones, I
guess. He can just complain all he wants....I will not have my son er.. my
daughter looking like someone living on the street. It is worth every
penny."
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