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As he approached the window of the hair salon David slowed his pace, as
he always did when passing a hair salon, so as to get a brief glimpse
inside the hidden world of femininity that lay behind the window. Ever
since he could remember he had been fascinated by hairdressing,
hairdressers and of course salons. There was something so wonderfully
girlish about the whole process and he had always felt drawn to salons.
As a young child he remembered that his mother and his sister had been
tended to at home by a local mobile hairdresser Miss Evans. On each of
these visits he always made a point of hanging around so that he could
see as much of the visit as possible. At the same time he felt intensely
self-conscious and he had to make an effort so that he did not appear too
interested in what was going on. Everything about these monthly
appointments appealed to him and he longed for that special day when it
might be he who was the one being draped in the frilly hairdressing gown.
Each appointment seemed almost like a mini-play with special costumes,
special equipment, special smells and a special vocabulary.
He slowed his walking speed down to almost a standstill as he was now
directly in front of the salon. An intensely shy and quiet man
approaching thirty years of age, he was terrified of being spotted and
his secret fetish being exposed to the outside world, and to the
inevitable ridicule that would surely follow. He turned his head so as to
catch as much of a glimpse as possible into the forbidden dream world
that was now so close, yet at the same time so far away. Many, many times
he had dreamed of going to a salon himself. Many such places were now
unisex catering for both male and female clients so his presence would
hardly cause a raised eyebrow. But for David, for the dream to turn into
reality, it had to be very particular kind of salon. It had to be women
only for a start, and preferably the kind of establishment that leaned
more towards the traditional than the modern. The sort of salon where
from the street you would see proper old-fashioned hood hairdryers lined
up against one wall. The sort of salon with delicate lace curtains at the
window. The sort of salon where you would see ladies with heads full of
tightly wound rollers. In short the sort of salon where true femininity
lived. Where it was most definitely a girl's dream come true.
He longed to stand and gaze for a while into the secret world that lay
beyond but he knew that to do so might cause someone to notice. As he
started to continue walking he felt the secret pull of the straps of his
corset pull at the stockings hidden under his suit. He felt almost naked
under the trousers of the suit as he was wearing today the sheerest of
satin panties, the starched lace frills at the waist and leg openings
tickling against his flesh. It had taken David many days and months of
tortured worry to finally admit to himself that he was indeed a sissy.
This was followed by further agonising before making that first step of
purchasing his first pair of panties through the Internet. Although they
came packaged in the plainest of wrapping he was terrified on the day
that he knew they were being delivered. It was if everyone knew what was
contained within the plain brown paper. The delivery man seemed to have a
knowing, almost sarcastic smile on his face as he handed the parcel over
to David.
He had left the parcel sitting unopened on a table in his small apartment
for several hours, scared to even unwrap its contents. He wanted what was
contained within so much but at the same time the mere thought of the
reality was almost too much for him to take. With a trembling hand David
had slowly and carefully unwrapped the parcel. With a final flourish the
final layer of packaging was removed and there they were - his first
panties. His panties. His own panties. He paused almost scared to touch
them in case they turned out not to be real or in case they simply fell
apart in his hands for they looked so delicate. David took a deep breath
and lifted the pale peach coloured garment. The many layers of starched
lace crackled as he raised them upwards.
David hurried upstairs to his bedroom, locked the door, and pulled the
curtains firmly closed. Literally shaking with a mixture of fear and
anticipation, he undressed with some difficulty. He had already shaved
his legs in preparation for this moment - well, removed what little down
like hairs he had on his legs - and stood naked. Slowly he inserted one
foot into the panties, and then the other foot. Then he started to slowly
raise the delicate piece of clothing up his now smooth legs. It was hard
to describe the feelings that swept over him as the peach satin enclosed
his slender lower body. With a brief pause he opened the wardrobe door to
take in the full effect of seeing himself dressed - dressed properly.
David had no idea how long he had stood transfixed by the reflected image
before him. He found it difficult not to keep stroking his body through
the delicate material.
It had been almost 5 years since that day and over the months in between
he had slowly built up a truly delightfully feminine wardrobe. He has
possessed many, many pairs of the most girlish panties that he could find
on the Internet. Each pair covered with layer upon layer of frills. Then
he had moved into expanding his wardrobe so that he started to add
stockings, bras, corsets, petticoats. As he held down quite a well paid
job he was able to add at least one new item every month, occasionally
saving for a special item. However his dressing was an entirely solo past
time. After some time he did progress to going outside wearing a piece of
female clothing under his normal male clothes. That first venture
outdoors had been nerve wracking in the extreme and he had almost lost
his nerve. But he slowly progressed so that it soon became unusual if he
didn't go out wearing at least some female clothes.
But, there was still something missing. Then it had clicked one day. As
exciting as wearing his frilly clothing was it still wasn't enough. He
needed that extra element - hair. At first he had tried going to his
usual salon while wearing his panties underneath. This was exciting the
first few times he did this but the thrill soon faded. It had to be a
proper salon. A female only salon. But how?
"Excuse me."
A female voice behind David shook him out of his daydream. He turned to
see an older woman standing in the doorway of the salon.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
He blushed furiously suddenly very aware that he perhaps he had lingered
slightly too long in front of the salon. He was also suddenly extremely
aware that he was wearing a corset, stockings and frilly panties under
his suit. He looked more closely at the woman before hi. He would guess
she was about forty or slightly older, and quite a large woman, perhaps a
size 18 or maybe more. In height she was easily several inches taller
than he was. But it clear that she took pride in per appearance for she
was exceptionally well groomed - something that David had always found
appealing in a woman. While her make-up some may have found rather heavy,
it had clearly been applied by a skilled hand and his eyes were drawn in
particular to the deep crimson lipstick that she wore. He noticed that
her long finger nails were coated also in a varnish of deep crimson,
almost blood red in colour. Her clothes were all black in colour - a
black leather knee length skirt, a black shiny long-sleeved blouse, in a
material that looked almost like latex. On her feet she wore black shoes
with a three inch stiletto heel. Her hair was a light golden blonde that
had been set in waves that fell down onto her shoulders.
"Well," she continued, "are you going to answer me?"
He paused not sure exactly what to say.
"I think we had better had a chat don't you?" she instructed, as she
stood to one side and indicated for David to enter the salon.
"Sorry, I really have to go," he stuttered.
"No, you have an important appointment right in here," she sternly spoke,
taking his arm in a surprisingly strong grip and leading him into the
salon.
David tried to break free from her grasp but she whispered harshly into
his ear.
"I have seen you several times now walking past my salon. Always stopping
to have a look inside. What are you some kind of pervert? Well, you can
either be a good girl and do exactly as I tell you, or you can explain to
the police."
David decided that maybe he would play along - for now - and allowed
himself to be lead into the salon. Inside the salon the d?cor was
wonderfully feminine, a mixture of pale pinks and other pastel colours.
To his delight one wall was covered with hood hair dryers and the air
inside was heavy with the smells of his childhood observed hair sessions
- perm lotion, setting lotion, hairspray. He felt almost light-headed as
the smells invaded his nostrils and started to trigger a wealth of
different emotions within himself.
The woman dragged him through the salon, through a door at the rear of
the shop, up a small staircase and into some kind of office come store
room. She sat in the only chair in the room and indicated for David to
stand in the middle of the room.
"As I said outside, I've seen you several times loitering outside trying
to get look inside my salon. So this is your only chance to tell me the
truth before I call the police. Just what the hell is going on?"
He paused for a moment trying to work out what was the best thing to do
here. All he had done was look in the salon window so what exactly could
the police do?
"Are you wearing suspenders?" the woman asked sharply.
Stunned by the question David thought about trying to make a run for it
but he saw that the door was firmly closed and he didn't want to make a
salon. As an accountant for a well-known local company the last thing he
needed was any kind of embarrassing scene in public.
"Yes," he replied, looking down at the floor.
A harsh smile crossed the woman's lips.
"Show me," she instructed.
He hesitated.
"I won't tell you again," she snarled at him.
David slowly began to undo the belt on his trousers and then, with a
resigned shrug of his slim shoulders, let them fall to the floor,
revealing the black silk stockings and the straps from the corset.
"My, my, what have we here?" she muttered, "And the rest".
He paused and then realised that she wanted him to remove the rest of his
male clothing. All the while keeping his gaze firmly averted from the
woman he removed his jacket, his tie and his shirt, shoes and socks. He
finally stood there fully on show - pink satin corset, matching frilly
pink satin panties and black stockings.
The woman rose from her chair and approached David to make a closer
inspection.
"Very nice sissy boy, but I think you need one or two adjustments here
and there."
Walking behind him she untied the laces at the back of the corset and
told him firmly to breathe in. David did as he was told and he felt the
laces tighten. A second time he was instructed to breathe in and the
laces were pulled even tighter, narrowing his already slim waist and
bringing him closer to a more womanly shape and figure.
"That's much better" she said, "But I don't really like those stockings -
not girly enough for a sissy boy like you."
She walked over to a small dresser in the corner of the room and opened
one of the drawers. After rummaging around she withdrew a pair of pink
stockings.
"Put these on, and hurry."
Taking the girly looking stockings from her hand David quickly removed
his own black stockings and replaced them with the baby pink garments
that he had handed, attaching them securely to the garter straps of his
corset.
The woman returned to her seat and looked him up and down.
"Much better. Now, tell me your story, don't leave anything out and most
importantly tell the truth."
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