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Holiday Hell - part 3
The town was pretty busy. As I walked down the pavement I caught quite a
few second glances, querying looks and one or two smiles. I decided to
fall back on a technique that I'd learnt to help me master my fear of
public speaking. I'd once been told to believe that I had every right to
be up there giving a speach, that I was the one who knew what I was
talking about and that everyone else was there to learn from me. I
adjusted that theory slightly to suit my current situation and told
myself that I have every right to be dressed as I was, I wasn't harming
anyone and I was breaking no laws. Another important thing that I also
reassured myself with was the fact that no one there knew me. Between
these two thoughts I managed to walk down the sidewalk until I found the
salon.
My hands were shaking as I entered the cool interior of the salon and my
mouth was dry. I and was faced with a small reception desk behind which
stood a woman in a uniform of black blouse on and slacks. She had a name
Tag, "Jenny'. Behind her was a room with four tables, each kitted out to
give manuicures or pedicures. To my right was a small alcove with two
rows of chairs facing each other with a coffee table covered in a pile
of old magazines between them. At the end of the room, past the manicure
tables was a doorway.
There was one old lady sitting in the waiting area reading one of the
magazines. Two of the tables had customers sitting in front of them,
with young women in the same black uniform as worn by Jenny bent over
their hands, working on the customers nails.
Everone had glanced up at me as I entered,. The old lady was still
looking at me as Jenny asked, "Can I help you?"
"My names Graham. I have an appointment for a wax, nail polish and
eyebrow tidy."
I managed to say it as if there was absolutely nothing unusual about
this although my hands were still shaking and I had to clear my throat
twice before I could get the words out.
She looked on the computer and asked me to take a seat, my therapist
would be with me soon.
I sat in a chair opposite the old lady and considered picking up a
magazine but didn't. The door at the end of the room opened and another
woman in the same black uniform walked over to Jenny, had a few words
with her before introducing herself to me as Wendy and asking me to
follow her.
I did. All six pairs of eyes followed me as we headed to, and went past,
the doorway.
I followed her into a small room which was dominated by a metal bed with
a thin plastic covered mattress on top of it, over which was a strip of
paper towel. In one corner was a set of shelves with folded towels.
There was a small table on wheels which contained various pots and jars.
In another corner was a chair on which I put the key ring, the phone and
my credit card.
She handed me a questionnaire on a clipboard and a pen. I filled in all
the details and answered the questions before handing it back to her.
She asked me if I'd been waxed before. At this stage I decided that it
would be a lot better if I was honest, well not totally of course. I
managed a nervous smile, at least the nervous part wasn't faked.
"I haven't been waxed before. I know you're probably going to find this
strange but I'm here with my partner and we're having a kinky holiday. I
wanted to see what it would be like to be more feminine. I hope you
don't find that too strange."
She smiled.
"Don't worry. We've had lots of unusual requests here. As long as you
respect the fact that this is a professional place and we won't be doing
anything inappropriate then the's no problems."
"Of course. I promise I'll behave," I joked. As I said that I thought
how ironic it was, it seemed like all I had been doing the past few days
was to promise people I would behave.
She explained that I would need to get undressed and lay on the table. I
obeyed making sure that when I put my clothes on the chair I put the
keyring on top of the pile of clothes. She glanced at me as I got
undressed.
She fiddled with some containers of wax as I undressed and when I got on
the bed she took a small towel and placed it over my naked crotch. She
looked at my chest with its obvious bikini top tan and smiled.
"How long have you been here?"
"Two days."
"I see you're making the most of the sun then. I couldn't help notice
you were wearing womens clothing when you came in, do you do that all
the time?"
As she'd spoken she'd started waxing my legs. It wasn't as painful as
I'd anticipated. She'd use a wooden spatula to put the warm wax on my
legs before stroking a rectangular cloth on to the wax. Then she pulled
it quickly away from my skin moving away from my toes. Because she was
busy putting some wax on at the time she asked that question she failed
to see the look of despair on my face and notice that my shoulders
sagged slightly. Fuck! I'd convinced myself that the clothes were not
too obvious. She'd unknowingly knocked my confidence. Of course she
thought I was doing this willingly and so she had no idea of the impact
of her question.
I tried to remain sounding happy.
"I don't. It's something that I have always wanted to try. Women seem to
have such a nice range of clothes to choose from. I guess I misjudged
things though. I thought the clothes I'd chosen were pretty gender
neutral. I guess they aren't."
She smiled. "Maybe to a guy they are, but to a woman, no way. The t-
shirt sleeves are definitely womens and those shorts? One look at those
and any woman would know they are females. You don't get guys shorts
made from that material, I think it's called sateen. I'm sure they're a
comfortable pair of shorts because that is a nice material. But can I
give you a tip about dressing as a woman?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Of course, I have a lot to learn," I responded jokingly,
"Women try not have the dreaded VPL, visible panty line? Thanks to the
material of those shorts and the, I must admit very feminine panties you
were wearing, have a VPL that leaves nothing to the imagination except
things like I wonder what material that row of frills is made from." she
laughed as she pulled another rectanle of wax and hair from my leg.
I was mortified! Of course Wendy was just chatting to pass the time as
she worked on my body, but each comment was chipping away at my
confidence.
"Are they your partners clothes or did you buy your own?"
"They're my partners. we're about the same size, except for her tops
which are a little tight on me."
"Yes, I did notice that with the t-shirt, I think that also drew my
attention to the fact it was a womens t-shirt. You're quite brave going
out in public dressed like that. Doesn't it worry you what reactions
you'll get?"
"I did worry but I figured that at the end of the day I wasn't hurting
anyone and most people would just ignore it. So I guess as long as I
don't bump into a lads party, or some macho types I should be okay."
We chatted as she worked. What really amazed me was that despite the
situation I was in I actually started relaxing. Wendy was a friendly
woman to who conversation came naturally. She appeared to be genuinely
interested in me and what we were doing. She asked questions about my
partner and I described Bev. She asked what sort of outfits I liked and
I made things up. She asked about when my interest in exploring my
feminine side had come about and I made things up. All the time digging
myself deeper and deeper into a hole. She knew my name, the form I'd
filled in had my name and address and telephone number on it.
Occasionally she'd interrupt the conversation to get me to move my legs
into a different position so that she could wax another part of my leg.
Once my legs were waxed she explained that she was not going to do my
crotch. She explained that she will be using a different type of wax for
this. She did my front which was more painful than my legs but still
didn't cause as much pain as I had expected. Then she told me to roll
over. By now I was really relaxed with her and so I joked, "Don't laugh
when you see my bum okay?"
As I turned over she smiled ... again. "Wow, you two sure are having a
kinky holiday. So apart from wearing womens clothing what else are you
doing?" her tone of voice had a mishievous edge to it.
Being aware of the not doing anything inappropriate comment from
earlier, but knowing that Don would be listening to the recording of
this and so I couldn't lie too much, I replied, "I'm her slave, I do
whatever she tells me." My face was blushing red as I said that. It
wasn't far off the mark, I was a slave, only it wasn't to my wife that I
was a slave.
She giggled. "Like what?"
I blushed?
"You make her breakfast in bed?"
"Yes."
"And ...?"
I blushed.
"Are you her slave for everything?" she asked, the way that asked
clearly meant she was asking about sex.
"I am." I blushed.
"Everything? So if she told you to kiss her ... toes, you'd do it?"
She was still waxing as she asked the questions but I noticed that she
slowed down and kept eye contact with me as I responded.
I tried to joke because I felt the mood in the room changing. "I would,
in fact I have, she likes having her toes kissed."
"Lucky her." She smiled as she lathered on another layer of wax. We
chatted and about forty five minutes later I'd been waxed all over. As
she completed each part of my body she rubbed some cream over it which
cooled my skin and felt very pleasant as she rubbed it on me.
When she'd finished the waxing she told me to get dressed. Once dressed
she asked me how I wanted my eyebrows done? I smiled and just said
"Femininely?'.
"You sure? That would be thin with a high arch? Very noticeable," she
replied.
"Hey, what the hell. They'll grow back sometime." I smiled.
She told me to get back on the bed and to remove the bandana which,
naturally, caused me to experience a fresh wave of panic. I blushed a
deep red as I said, "Ok, but there is a reason I'm wearing the bandana,
so be warned."
I removed the bandana revealing the word sissy suntanned into my
forehead. This time she laughed out loud.
"Wow, you guys are really going for it. Do you go to the beach like
this?"
I explained that we kept all our activities to the villa which was very
secluded.
She made me lay on the bed again and, taking a pair of tweezers, she
started plucking at my eyebrows. Now that was painful. Each time an
eyebrow was plucked it was like a quick pin prick but then she quickly
ran he thumb over it and that seemed to stop the pain. Wendy kept
chatting and as she started on my right eyebrow she asked, "Do you guys
go to fetish clubs?"
I replied that we didn't.
She seemed a bit uncertain but asked "Would you like to go to one? I
mean you're happy going in public like this, a fetish club would allow
you to dress any way you wanted and you'd have no threat from those
macho types or lads parties you mentioned earlier. How long are you here
for?"
"Three weeks."
"Well, if you're interested there's a fetish club every Thursday and
Saturday night. I can text you the details if you want."
"Okay, thanks."
I had no intention of going to a fetish club but I guessed that
considering what I'd told her, and what she'd seen of me, it would be
natural that I would be keen to try out such a club. She finished my
eyebrows and let me look at the result in a mirror. My god! They were
very, very unmasculine. Thankfully I put the bandana back on pulling it
a bit lower than I had been wearing it before hand.
"Bit too feminine?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid that I have to do your nails in the room outside, these
treatment rooms aren't set up for doing nails. Okay?"
I replied that it was and we went back out to the front room. There were
two new customers having their nails done when we entered the room, both
looked at me as I entered. One of them glanced away as I made eye
contact with her but the other just kept looking me up and down.
Unfortunately the two customers were at the rear of the four desks which
meant that Wendy and I had to use one of the tables closest to the salon
window.
We sat down and Wendy asked with a big grin, "Let me guess, you want
them done the same as your eyebrows?"
I looked confued and she whispered, "Femininely?"
I blushed and said yes. We continued chatting but it was stilted because
I knew that the other people in the room could overhear us. She filed my
nails, pushed the cuticles back and trimmed them and then came the
polish part.
"Do you want to choose the colour?" she asked presenting me with a tray
full of nail polish bottles.
I pointed to a pale pink bottle.
"Are you sure? That's not very feminine? Your partner might not approve
of it?" she responded.
Out the corner of my eye I saw the customer who had looked me up and
down start looking at us. I pointed to a slightly darker pink. "How
about that one?" I asked wondering what was happening. How was I losing
control to Wendy.
"Can I tell the other girls about the bet you lost and maybe they can
all help choose a colour?" she asked me in a slightly raised voice that
everyone could hear, then she leant forward and whispered "Trust me.
It'll make your exploring your feminine side fun. I promise."
I paused but she looked sincere so I said okay.
She turned to the two tables. "Everyone, Graham here took a bet with his
partner. His partner got upset because every time someone does loses at
a sport he always says that they played like a girl. So she took a bet
that she could beat him in a game of squash and if he lost then it meant
that he had played like a girl and would have to be her girl for a day.
He lost. So now he has to have his finger and toe nails done "like a
girl'. He's not sure what colour polish to have so we were thinking
maybe you could all help him choose one."
There were a range of reactions but they all involved grins and comments
like "seriously?" or "serves you right."
The woman who had shown interest in me from the moment I'd walked in
asked, "So what exactly does being a girl for a day entail?"
I blushed. "Wearing her clothes, getting my nails painted and doing the
womens chores around the house," I replied.
"And having your legs waxed? Is that what you were doing back there?"
she asked pointing to the door we'd entered through.
I blushed even more. "Yes, I had to have an all over wax."
"Wow, you must really love your partner. There's no ways my husband
would do all that. Hell, he wouldn't even get his nails painted. How
does it feel to wear your partners clothes?"
"It's just shorts and a t-shirt, so it's not that much diffrent from
guys clothes."
She smiled. "Is it really just shorts and a t-shirt?"
Before I could answer Wendy interrupted. "Come on ladies, what colour
nail polish should he have?"
They all crowded around the tray of nail polish, picking bottles up,
discussing them and then replacing them. Finally they agreed on a
colour. Wendy returned to the desk and put the bottle down in front of
me.
"I'm sure you'll agree that they've chosen a very feminine colour for
you."
I certainly couldn't argue about that. It was shocking pink, not subtle
at all.
"It sure is. I doubt you could get much more feminine than that."
As Wendy painted my finger nails I had to answer all sorts of questions
from the women. I discovered that, just as it had been with Wendy while
she was waxing me, it was quite relaxing and enjoyable. They were very
unthreatening, and yes, they were having fun at my expense, but strange
as it may sound, they weren't doing it in a horrible way.
As Wendy did my finger nails Jenny came and started on my toenails.
Finally after much chatting and laughter both my finger and toe nails
were painted shocking pink. I was about to leave when the woman who had
enjoyed my situation the most asked Wendy "Don't you do nail art?"
Wendy replied that they did and they had a whispered conversation before
Wendy turned to me.
"Sue would like to pay for some nail art. She's sure that your partner
will approve."
I was reluctant but Wendy and Sue actually guilted me into it by
pointing out that it was rude to refuse a gift and also to think of it
as a thank you gift for the fun time we'd had. When I agreed to it Wendy
made me promise to keep my eyes closed so that the result would be a
surprise. She worked on my hands a about ten minutes later told me I
could open my eyes and look. Everyone was looking at me expectantly as I
looked down at my nails. On my right hand, one letter on each nail, was
the word girls and on my left hand the word rule. The letters were
silver and stood out against the shocking pink nail polish. I was
shocked! I blushed deeply as I thanked everyone. Sue got me to hold my
hands together and took a photo of them, then she got me to hold my
hands up to my face and pose as she took some more pics. Wendy asked if
she could take a pic too. It didn't even cross my mind to say no until I
was at the counter paying for my appointment when I realised that these
women had access to my real name and contact details.
As Wendy handed me back my credit card and the receipt she whispered,
"Call me at the salon if you want those club details."
As I walked to the door I had to respond to a chorus of good byes and
good lucks. I approached the door with six pairs of eyes watching my
exit.
I opened the door reluctantly. Wendy had pointed out that my clothes
were obviously feminine and now I had bright pink nails. I wasn't too
concerned about the waxed legs because they probably looked more natural
poking out of the womens shorts than a pair of hairy male legs would
look.
I took a deep breath and, with a feeling of regret and dread, I left the
safety of the salon. As the heat hit me so too did the worries. Was Bev
okay? Was Don going to let us go at some stage? And, what humiliations
did Don have planned for me?
Avriella
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