Sissy Beauty Salon Part 5
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Dear Ladies, and that is what you are, isn't it? Please allow me to step
out of the story for a few minutes. We will return to Jim and Annie very
shortly.
But first let's explore what a Beauty Salon really is. (Please don't drool
on the computer screen)
A Beauty Salon is a place, a business, maybe even a state of mind, which
exists for the sole purpose of enhancing the femininity of the women it
services. As their femininity is strengthened, they become prettier, more
alluring, sexier, and even stronger as women. "I am woman, hear me roar."
A woman loves to go to the salon. She is in her element within those pink
walls, surrounded by smells and sounds and feelings which constantly say
to her: "You go, Girl."
Nothing inside the cocoon which encloses her when she walks through that
red door feels threatening to her. As a young girl she has been trained to
stand tall and put out her chest in superiority as she walks through that
door and takes her place along side her sisters in a sorority of rolled
and painted tigresses. She belongs and is supremely confident there.
But now consider yourself, dear Ladies of Fictionmania. Maybe you have and
maybe you haven't, but when you are brought to that red door, commanded to
enter, forced to experience something which is not natural to you, what
happens to you?
For some of you, Sisters of Fictionmania, to have that door into that
Beauty Salon open to you is what you have wanted for yourself all your
lives. The Beauty Salon confirms who you are. What you are. How you want
to be. You WANT to walk through that door, into your confirmed femininity.
You understand the power of lipstick and the thrill of a perm. For you,
lucky sisters, a Beauty Salon has become a home, a verification of your
innate womanhood. Bless you. And Bless the women who accept you as one of
their sisterhood as you sit under the dryer having your nails polished.
For others of you, Forced Sissies of Fictionmania, that door into that
Beauty Salon signals a humiliation about to happen. Every smell and every
sound coming from behind that door means something which will make you
less of a man, if you ever were one, and more of a prissy sissy.
Your wife or Mistress or sister or girl friend or daughter or mother have
commanded that you apply at that door. On your knees, if that is her
desire. You have been commanded, and because deep down you know you are a
sissy, you comply. You are going to be humiliated. You are going to
experience women laughing at you. You are going to see and feel men
sneering at you. You know what happens inside that Beauty Salon. You are
going to be sprayed, teased, rolled, baked, painted, coiffed, dressed,
pinned and permed into something you have not been, as least outwardly,
before. Something you, most assuredly, had not wanted to happen to you.
Something you have done or maybe just the way you are, has forced you to
this door to humiliation and feminization. The woman who controls you
knows what you need to have done to you. May she have mercy of your poor
unmanly soul. And may she see that your bra fits properly.
You can't become a woman in that Beauty Salon. You are not worthy. You can
become, as you are forced to experience all the tortures a man could face
at the hands of women, only a third rate semi-female, not allowed to or
capable of having the title of Miss or Mrs. You may become semi-pretty.
Your hair may be curled and your face precisely made up. But because your
woman wants you to suffer, there will always be something about you which
is not truly womanly. You can only be seen and laughed at as a SISSY.
So, dear Ladies and GG's and Sissies of Fictionmania, Jim is being brought
to that door at this very minute. He has come, over the past year to know
and, possibly, even like what few, insignificant aspects of femininity
Annie has introduced him to. But is he ready for the Beauty Salon?
Will he snap as the first perm rod is wound tightly on his head? What
happens when the manicurist lifts his hand from her soapy bowl? How will
he handle his first Bikini Wax. Is his time, and it will be a LONG time,
under the stainless steel torpedo hairdryer be heaven or hell? Are blonde
highlights just the thing which causes Jim to orgasm or does he run
screaming (if he is not restrained, as he should be) from this den of
supremely feminine values?
Does Annie, and after all She is a woman, and because she is a woman, HER
wishes are the only thing that counts when it comes to Jim, want a new
sister in her permed and girdled sorority? Or does Annie want Jim to feel
the humiliation and degradation of being a third rate semi-female,
swishing and curtseying to every superior woman the wimp comes in contact
with?
As thoughts of perm rods and lip liner pulse through Jim's confused head,
and as Annie plans for Jim's future as an almost accepted equal in
femininity or as a laughed at lowly Sissy, what do you, GG's and Ladies
and Sissies of Fictionmania think should happen when Jim is pushed through
that Beauty Salon door?
I know the rest of what happens to Jim. But what do you want to happen to
HER?
Cheryl
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