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A dream come true - or is it (Part 2)
David stood very self-consciously before his tormentor, now dressed
completely in frilly pink lingerie. No one had ever seen him before
wearing female clothing and he could feel the heat of embarrassment
burning throughout his entire body. Pausing to try and calm himself he
launched into a full account of how he had arrived at this point. The
half-glimpsed hairdressing sessions at home while his mother and sister
had been attended to each month. The growing desire to wear women's
clothes, but not just any clothes, only the frilliest and most girlish
items that he could find. The many walks past hair salons over the years
as he tried to catch a fleeting image of what was going on inside. And
finally his intense desire to be the client. To be the person caped in
the chair in an old-fashioned salon. He explained about his life-long
shyness, his work as an accountant, his poor success with women and his
submissive nature.
"Is that all?" she enquired.
David nodded meekly.
"So, do you want to be a woman?" she probed further.
"No," he replied.
"No, Miss Jane," she instructed.
"No Miss Jane," he dutifully replied.
Jane Thomas rose from her chair and walked around the small office deep
in thought. This unexpected turn of events had caused deep emotions from
her own childhood to emerge from her memory. The only girl in a large
family of eight her formative years had been spent in a world of
masculinity. Not being well off financially her childhood had been spent
living in clothes that her older brothers had grown out of. Most of the
early years had therefore been spent dressed in trousers, jeans or
shorts. It was very rare that she had granted the luxury of a skirt or
even a pretty dress. When it came to hair the whole family had made
monthly trips to the local barber shop. While she had not had to endure
the crew cuts that her brothers all had, her hair was always kept in a
short, sensible style and also executed by a male barber, rather than a
hairdresser.
It would not be fair to say that she grew up hating men, that would be
pushing things too far, but rather she longed for feminine things -
skirts, dresses, lingerie, make-up and so on - things which she had all
but been denied through to when she was sixteen and left home. Jane went
straight into training at a local hair salon, something to which she
found herself strongly attracted. A salon to her was a place of
femininity, a place where women were treated as women. She worked hard in
her new career and quickly gained skill and expertise in all aspects of
hairdressing. However, she found increasingly that she was more attracted
to what were, even then, quite old-fashioned aspects of hairdressing. She
was never that interested in the latest high fashion styles and fashions
- she was much more attracted to classic looks and style.
After fifteen years of hard work, and many hours spent doing hours that
others were only too happy to let her take on, Jane had the financial
capital to open her own salon. She spent considerable time ensuring that
this would be of a very particular design. The windows of the salon
dripped with delicate lace curtains in a pale pink colour. The walls of
the salon were painted in soft pastel colours, even the upholstery of the
chairs in the salon were pink in colour, with detachable white lace
covers on the arms of the chairs. The colour scheme also extended into
the capes and gowns that were purchased for her salon - each one being a
delicate shade of pink. For shampooing the capes were made of a heavy-
duty and glossy pink latex and reached almost to the floor when they were
draped over a client. It was almost like being trapped under a rubber
prison. Capes for cutting were also made from latex, but a much lighter
variety. In both cases however each cape would be not the sole cape that
was used. A shorter shoulder cape would then be placed on top covering
the shoulders of each client. The shoulder capes were a much deeper shade
of pink. The comb-out capes were used when adding the finishing touches
to a customer. These were of the very palest pink and made of a gossamer
light satin material that almost floated down over the client.
Jane made a decision. This young man before her was to be her - she
paused - slave was too harsh a word she thought. Stylist? Probably not
qualified or trained. Shampoo girl? Too old. Then it came to her - maid!
She turned to face David
"Well today is the first day of your new life." David made to say
something but she cut him off with a withering glare.
"Listen to what I am about to say. When I have finished you have 1 minute
to think and then you can reply. Understood?"
He nodded in silence.
"You have two choice here young man. Firstly I can telephone the police
and make a formal complaint against you for spying on my salon, harassing
my customers, and generally making a show of yourself. Or, you can be a
good girl and agree to be my new hairdressing maid." She paused and
nodded at David.
"What exactly would that entail?" he asked, before hurriedly adding,
"Miss Jane."
"It's very simple you answer either option one or option two, and your
time is nearly up."
David couldn't see how he had any choice here really. He thought of
trying to be assertive, aggressive even, but something about this
formidable woman before him made him think that would probably not be the
best choice here.
"Option two, Miss Jane," he almost whispered.
Jane smiled in triumph.
Right, first thing is clothing. As my new girl you will always wear
around the salon only those clothes that you have been given by me, and
those will always be female clothes. You will always wear pink underwear
and you will always wear frilly panties - no thongs - and either a bra or
a corset. You will always wear stockings and they must also be pink in
colour. Until you learn to walk in heels you will wear pink ballet pumps
with a small heel. Your make-up will be done each day by myself and no
one else. Your hair is also now totally under my control and you will
have it styled, cut or dressed exactly how I want it to be."
Jane paused to see if there was any sign of protest from David but he
remained silent, his head bowed. She walked over to tall cupboard in the
corner of the office and took out a garment.
"This will do for now until we can sort out a proper uniform for you -
put it on."
David took the garment that was held out to him with some trepidation. It
was a woman's hairdressing tunic in a pink satin-like material. It had a
small Peter Pan collar, short puff sleeves and buttoned up the back. He
slipped his arms into the sleeves and Jane stepped forward and starting
doing the buttons. Once he was secured into the tunic David looked down.
The tunic was so short that it only just covered his pink frilly
knickers.
"Isn't there normally trousers or something to go with this?" he asked in
desperation.
"Actually yes", Jane replied, "But I like how it looks on you sissy girl.
You might want to be careful how you walk and move - you don't want to be
showing off your pretty little panties to all my ladies!"
He stood still trying in vain to tug the hem of the tunic lower.
"These shoes will do for now, put them on."
She handed him a pair white leather sandals with a small two inch heel.
He took the shoes and slowly tried to squeeze his feet into their
unforgiving grasp. With a struggle he managed to force the shoes onto his
protesting feet and stood somewhat ungainly, not being used to wearing
even a small heel.
Jane stood back taking in the full effect of the change in clothes.
"Mmm, not bad, for now but we need to fix your make-up and of course sort
your hair out. Downstairs with you into the salon."
David paused, "But people will see me" he wailed.
She just smiled.
Realising he was beaten, and wanting to avoid at all costs the police
being dragged into the situation, he headed out through the door and
started to gingerly negotiate the stairs. The newly tightened corset
pulled at his body and he could only take the shallowest of breaths now.
He groped his hands along the rail of the staircase as he descended
feeling very uneasy and unsure on even the small heels that he now wore
on his feet. At the bottom of the stairs be paused before the closed door
that would open out into the salon and put him in full public view of all
those ladies that were the other side of the door. This was a new step
for him in many ways but most importantly of all it was a step into a new
world where his most closely guarded and long hidden secret became known
to others.
A brisk push from behind literally shoved him into this new world.
As he made his unsteady entrance into the main room of the salon it
seemed as if everyone person in the room stopped what they were doing and
looked at him. Some of the women looked shocked. Some of them giggled.
Some of them openly sneered with thinly hidden contempt at the pathetic
excuse for a man that stood before them. David cringed and wanted to run
from the room. His eyes prickled and he could feel the tears beginning to
form in his eyes. This was not how things we were meant to be he thought.
In his fantasies he had always felt happy and it had been a time of great
joy being caped and then his hair permed or set or coloured. But this.
This was just humiliating.
Jane brushed past David and headed for what was clearly he chair in the
salon. She grasped the back of the chair and turned I around to face him.
With a single finger she gestured towards David that clearly meant he was
supposed to sit in the chair. Desperately trying to hold down the hem of
the hairdresser's tunic and at least try to preserve a token of his
modesty, he tottered towards the chair and sat in the pink leather. Jane
turned the chair so that he now faced the mirror and began to run her
varnished nails through his hair. He noticed the disapproving look on her
face as she examined his hair.
"I'm not sure exactly what we can do with his for - it's too short.
Unless..."
She turned away from David and collected a cape from one of the many such
garments having on a special rack on one side of the salon. It was one of
the pink satin cutting capes and she swirled it around and over his body.
David felt the shiny material float down over his body and then a slight
pull as she closed the metal poppers at the back of his neck. A shoulder
cape was then placed on top of this first cape. He sat there in silence
his mind running with a mixture of fear and excitement. Was his dream
about to come true he wondered? His first female hairdressing experience.
His daydreams were interrupted by a sharp buzzing noise and then a firm
hand pushing his head firmly forward until his chin touched the shiny
pink cape. What was going on he thought? He then something cold and hard
being pushed against his scalp and start to move slowly up the back of
his head. He realised with horror that it must clippers that were now
slicing through the hair on the back of his head. He couldn't see
properly what was going on but looking down at the floor he saw pieces of
hair - his hair - beginning to collect on the shiny tiles of salon.
Jane hummed happily to herself as she expertly wielded the sharp clippers
and ruthlessly continued to strip the hair from her new little sissy's
head. Perhaps not quite the hairdressing fantasy he had told her about
but one that would suit her purpose. There was something symbolic about
shaving his head, literally stripping away his normal persona. It was
also a powerful act of submission. On a practical level it also gave her
much more options she thoughts, shaving his head would permit her to use
a variety of different wigs and hair pieces. The act of shaving him also
appealed to her, a gesture of control.
In less than three minutes Jane had clippered his whole head to leave
nothing but a faint trace of stubble. She went over a few spots to ensure
that no stray hairs were left behind before finally silencing the
clippers. David sat in shock staring at the image in the mirror before
which he did not recognise. This was not how things were meant to be he
thought.
Jane picked up a small brush and roughly swept it across his almost skull
to remove any lingering hairs left on his scalp. Satisfied that none
remained Jane walked to the back of the salon and retrieved a pink
canister, a pink ladies' razor and a small towel. David realised almost
immediately what was about to happen next and began to squirm in the
chair.
"Now, now sissy be good and sit still - I'd hate to cut you," she
instructed.
She squirted a ball of foam onto his scalp and then began to spread the
delicately scented lather right across his head making sure not to miss a
single spot. Pausing to wipe her hands on the towel Jane picked up the
pink razor and began to drag its sharp blade through the lather and so
remove the last traces of stubble. David gripped the arms of the chair
tightly terrified to even flinch slightly in case she cut his skin with
the razor. He also felt a change within himself as the final remnants of
his hair were removed. As his hair was taken away so too it seemed was
his will. Any pretence at resistance or refusal to obey was stripped away
at the same time as his hair was stripped away. It was almost as if he
was slowly sinking down into the salon chair, quite literally growing
smaller.
The shaving took much longer than the haircut as Jane made every effort
to remove even the tiniest bit of hair from his scalp, even stopping to
re-lather his head for a second run of the razor, this time against the
direction of his hair growth. She knew that this would ensure the closest
possible shave. Finally satisfied that she could shave no closer, Jane
put down the pink razor and wiped his now completely bare scalp with the
small towel. Using a vigorous rubbing motion she quickly buffed his scalp
to a gleaming shine.
David not to look in the mirror in front of him but he was strangely
drawn to the new version of himself. Shaved with clippers was bad enough,
but the shaving with a razor had taken his baldness to a whole new level.
Jane stood smiling behind him.
"There you are my little sissy - not quite the haircut you had in mind
perhaps!"
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