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I was in the middle of doing a cut and color on one of my favorite
customers when I noticed another regular customer and a shaggy-haired boy
walk in from the shopping mall, stop briefly at the reception desk, and
then sit down in the waiting area. Now having a boy brought into a
beauty salon is normally no big deal. Most shops do unisex styling these
days. Sometimes the mother just finds it more convenient to bring her
son to where she has her hair done rather than taking him to a male-
oriented barber shop. But, our shop has always focused our business on
women, and we promote our skills at producing female elegance through
fashionable makeovers. We are somewhat expensive, but the team here at
Tresses and Glamour always works hard to give a customer exactly the look
she wants - beauty queen or career professional, sensuous or aloof, sexy
or demure.
Given our marketing emphasis, most of the times when a boy enters our
beauty salon it is because his mom has dragged him along when she had an
appointment. In cases like that I watch the boy fidget impatiently while
wishing he was anywhere else but in this extremely feminine environment.
But this time it seemed that the boy was actually happy about being here.
I took a second to glance at the appointment schedule and to my delight
realized that my next appointment showed "Trim - Jack B." It looked
like that boy was going to be my next customer. I started to wonder what
the backstory was that lead to Ms. Brown bringing her boy here.
I kept an eye on them while I worked. I noticed that the boy had actually
picked up one of the hairstyle magazines and they were now looking at it
together. I guessed that the boy was about 9 or 10 years old, but his
frail build and somewhat delicate features made it hard to tell. His
outfit was basically a gender-neutral, running shoes, jeans, and a
pullover top, but I couldn't miss that the colors were both well-
coordinated and a bit on the flamboyant side.
They were sitting close enough that I could hear their conversation if I
paid attention. Jack seemed to be showing a real interest in the
magazine, an encouraging sign for sure.
"Mommy, how about something like this one?"
I thing it is an encouraging sign when a boy that old uses the word
'mommy.'
"It's nice, but notice how long the girl's hair is. You need a lot of
length to make something like that look good."
"I still like it." A few minutes later the silence was broken as Jack
said, "Well, can I get my hair cut like this?"
"If that is what you really want, OK. I am trying to teach you the value
of money so this will be your only haircut for a few months. Realize how
you will look, especially when that style grows out."
I had guessed right, Jack was here willingly and was not expecting a boy-
style cut today. In a few more minutes I had finished the cut and color,
exchanged the last gossip with that customer, and was eagerly
anticipating getting started on Jack.
"Ms. Brown, I am ready for Jack now."
I watched carefully as Jack got up and headed over to my styling station.
There was absolutely no sign of reluctance, but rather a mix of
nervousness and anticipation. Looking from the front I couldn't be sure,
but I suspected there was even a bit of sway to his walk.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" his mother asked as though it might
already be too late.
"Mommy we have been talking about this for weeks."
"Your choice."
"Hi, my name is Jenny. What can I do for you today, Jack?"
"My mom wants me to have my hair trimmed, and I asked her if it would be
OK to have it styled instead." Jack hesitated, glanced at his mother
then back to me, and then held out the magazine. "Could ... could you do
something like this picture?"
"That's a marvelous style, its called a pixie cut. You already have
enough hair length for me to cut it into that style, and if you let it
grow out a bit you can be even more creative in how you brush it." I
decided I better check with his mother before making my next comment.
"Shall I go ahead?"
"I told him that it's his choice. Don't blame me if people mistake you
for a girl. Give him what he asked for, Jenny. I am going to do some
shopping. Just have Jack wait if I am not back before you are done.
As soon as Ms. Brown headed back out into the mall I began chatting. Each
of my remarks was intended as an opening for Jack to reveal something
about himself. I am extremely supportive of boys who have the courage to
explore their feminine side and I wanted to find out how what Jack's
personality was really like.
"Pixie cuts are getting really popular again. Summer is coming and girls
find short styles like this to be both cute and practical. It will look
really pretty if you brush it out so it frames your face." I waited for
any reaction then continued. "Your mom was right about this style. With
your pretty face people might mistake you for a girl."
"So?"
"Does everyone call you Jack?"
"My best friends call me Jackie. All my really close friends are girls,
and a nickname like that seems more natural when we are hanging out
together. It makes me feel like one of them."
"Shall I call you Jackie?"
"That's OK with me. I'm not sure if mom likes hearing it."
"Jackie, how does your mother feel about your wanting to come here
today?"
"I'm not sure. We argued about it for the last few days. But, she did
bring me here." Jackie hesitated. "Do you think I am crazy wanting a
girl-style hair cut?"
"Not at all. I think it's wonderful." Now relax and enjoy the
experience."
We continued talking as I worked. As I learned more I became more and
more certain the Jackie was a child who deserved, and needed, my help.
"You know, Jackie, I have met a lot of boys just like you who were not
afraid to be feminine. They are intelligent, are well behaved, get good
grades in school, are caring and sensitive, and love art, dance, and
music. I think the world would be a better place if more boys were like
that."
"Really?"
"There are boys who are really brave, dress as girls, and wear makeup in
public." I was carefully watching Jackie's reactions. If he had shown
any resistance I would have backed off, but he was just soaking it in. It
was time to ask the big question. "Jackie, do you ever wish you could
become girl?"
After a long pause Jackie answered softly, "I'm scared."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't think my mommy would let me ... do that."
I immediately shifted into my most reassuring hair stylist-confidant
mode. I slowed down my work to give Jackie time to talk. His story was
one I could relate to, a boy who felt like a girl but was afraid to come
out for fear of family rejection. He reminded me of what I was like in
grade school. Thinking about my growing up instantly reminded me of
endless arguments with my father, shouting, occasional beatings, and
trips to well-meaning, but misguided, therapists. This child deserved
better.
"Jackie, I think that if you act like a brave girl and make a clear
statement you mother will accept it. Mother's love is unconditional.
Now take a close look at the magazine picture you showed me earlier. What
details do you see?" Jackie held the magazine and made a few non-
committal comments. "Do you notice that the girl is wearing earrings and
a bit of makeup? Ear studs like that make a pixie cut look really
feminine." Jackie was clearly nervous but seemed willing to continue.
"Jackie, how about showing your mom how you feel inside by letting me
pierce your ears?"
"Mommy would be upset if I spent money on that without asking. She ...
she always tells me about the value of thrift and ..."
"Jackie, I noticed that you gave a caring and well-behaved answer, but
did not say 'no.' This will be my treat." I pulled a starter set of
delicate pearl studs from the drawer. "These would look really pretty
when you wear them. You know, lots of girls get their ears pierced first
and get their mother's permission later."
"What if mommy objects?"
"I will apologize. I have known your mother for years and I really don't
think she will accuse me of unprofessional conduct. I'll take the risk
if you will."
Jackie took a deep breath. "Yes, please."
I worked swiftly to have it done before Ms. Brown returned. I wiped
everything with alcohol, marked both sides, and applied the piercing gun.
I handed Jackie a mirror and he smiled as he turned to admire both sides.
Just then I heard the receptionist great Ms. Brown as she returned. I
stepped aside so she had an unobstructed view of my handiwork. A look
that mixed surprise and shock came over her face. Jackie seemed about
to cry and I stood behind him with my hand on his shoulder for emotional
support. The next few seconds seemed like an eternity.
Ms. Brown opened a shopping bag and took a small box. "While you were
getting your hair styled I decided to get you a gift to complete the
look." She opened the box to reveal a pair of pearl studs identical to
the ones Jackie was wearing. Suddenly we were all laughing and crying.
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