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Elizabeth's Salon for Men~A First Visit to the Upstairs Salon
by Ginny Wolf
New York City
mid-October, 1958
Ed Preston, a wealthy stock broker, was having a hard day. For the last
three months his wife had been sending him to Elizabeth's Salon for Men.
Today he was enduring his first trip to the establishment's very special
Upstairs Salon. Along with his three close friends- Charlie Finegan,
Ben Humes and Nate Evans- he was scheduled for a complete day of beauty,
arranged with great care by their wives in consultation Nadine, the
salon's manager.
The quartet had known each other for years- same select secondary
academy, same Ivy League university, same club membership, similar paths
to wealth and comfort. Ed noticed that in the last year or so his
friends had grown increasingly effeminate, often appearing quite
androgynous, at times down right womanish. Beginning with Charlie in
August of last year, then Ben last November, followed by Nate in
February, the three became regular customers at Elizabeth's Salon until
Ed's trio of friends routinely received treatments in the unique
environment their wives favored. The guys raved about the exercise and
procedures of the Upstairs Salon. They told him that he would too and
all three claimed to be glad that he was joining them.
Ed found the first floor salon terrible enough to endure. Something
inside of him cringed when he saw himself in curlers and having his
nails manicured. However, his wife became increasingly insistent, his
friends more encouraging, his adult daughters more appreciative of his
"improved looks." During his rise to wealth and power Ed had done more
than his share of back-stabbing and shady deals and had several extra-
marital affairs, all of which his wife now had knowledge. In bedtime
whispers she indicated that certain reporters at The Times and The
Herald might receive anonymous information embarrassing to Ed unless he
remained cooperative.
The horror of the Upstairs Salon began with a change of clothes. A
pretty sissy with his face carefully madeup, his hair perfectly permed,
colored and stiffly hair-sprayed, his wrists scented with expensive
perfume, waist obviously tightly corseted, wearing a maid's uniform
complete with cap, frilly apron and high heels, neatly stored Ed's
street clothes and helped Ed dress in yellow nylon panties, a yellow
panty girdle with front zipper, a pair of fuchsia tights with matching
leotard and silver sequined slippers. His friends emerged from the
dressing booths similarly adorned.
Once the foursome were seated side-by-side in styling chairs a quartet
of female stylists used spray bottles to wet the men's hair, applied a
glistening conditioning treatment and set the guys' hair in bobby pins.
Each stylist had the help of a sissy styling assistant. Each sissy wore
white heels, beige stockings and a simple white dress with a name tag
identifying him as "Missy so-and-so." Ed noticed that each sissy's name
ended in "ie", "ee" or "y". Set completed, each man's hair was covered
with a baby blue hair net and his face smothered in a cheery plum-
colored cream.
Another sissy maid named Tedee led the quartet to an exercise room. A
tall, muscular woman, dressed in black leotard and tights, greeted them.
"Hi girls! Nice to see you again. And a special welcome to Mrs Preston.
So nice to have you with us, honey. Alright, girls, you know the
routine. Take your slippers off and put on your heels. There's a pair
there in your size, Mrs Preston."
Ed winced at the salon's customs of referring to a customer by the
wife's name and calling clients "girls" but he learned he could do
nothing about it. To Ed's absolute shock and horror, his friends easily
stepped into plain black high heels with 3" heels. There was a pair in
his size. Blushing, Ed managed to teeter over to the exercise bar with
his friends.
The exercise bar ran the length of the room with floor to ceiling
mirrors behind the bar itself and across the room so that no matter
where he looked Ed could see himself. Hairnet. Face cream. Leotard and
tights. High heels. The Valkyrie put the guys through twenty minutes of
exercise. Next came fifteen minutes on massagers, the belt across the
nylon-covered, girdle-encased derrieres. The Valkyrie enjoyed watching
their tushies vibrate and shimmy, knowing that their panty girdles added
to their discomfort. She followed this up with fifteen minutes on roller
machines on their tummies. To finish she put them on exercise bikes for
a final twenty minutes, first making sure that their high heels stayed
on the their feet in the bike pedals and then setting the movement of
the bikes at a high speed.
Ed felt relief to finally be able to step out of the high heels but the
feeling was short lived. He had to change again, this time into a cloth
diaper. Wrapped in a sheet, he and the others seated themselves in steam
cabinets, Ben in the one beside him, Charlie and Nate opposite them. An
attendant placed a towel around each of their necks, closed the lids,
turned the steam on low and removed the plum-colored face cream.
"Girls, I'm going to put a deep-cleansing, firming mask on you to work
on your complexions while you steam," she explained. From the groans of
the others, Ed figured he was not going to like the experience. He
didn't. The ocherish colored cream turned hard as cement in a matter of
minutes, making conversation impossible and giving Ed a feeling of
helplessness such as he had never before known. Once the attendant made
sure that their facials had properly hardened, she turned the heat up in
the cabinets. She returned after twenty minutes.
"Mrs Preston, since this is your first time, I'm going to turn your
temperature up just a bit for the last ten minutes of your steam, just
to give you that extra boost to start your reducing program." Ed wanted
to object but the hardened facial made his only sound a little
"mmmppphhhlllss." The last ten minutes turned out to be fifteen.
Relief finally came in the form of a full body massage. Once off the
massage table Ed again put on his yellow panties and covered himself
with a pretty multi-colored robe adorned with flowers and slid his feet
into a pair of frilly white mule slippers. He joined his friends in the
solarium where they ate a light lunch of a tossed salad and unsweetened
tea. As they ate and chatted, Ed noticed many other men with their hair
in rollers or perm rods or pin curls. Most all the customers wore heels
or lady-like slippers. And some, he saw, wore stockings.
Another change of clothes followed lunch. However, before they stepped
into the changing booths, an attendant ordered them to bend over and
grab their ankles. Ed guessed what was coming and did not like it in the
least. The groans of his friends indicated that they did not like it
either yet they readily assumed the position. When Nate asked, "Is this
necessary today, Miss Julie?", the attendant responded, "Sorry, girls,
but orders from the ones who must be obeyed."
Ed had never had any sex toy in his derriere and did not wish to try
one. He could not see the others from his bent-over position but from
the grunts and moans Nate and Ben emitted, Ed just knew this was going
to be uncomfortable, to say the least. He was third in line and soon
felt Miss Julie pull down his panties and apply a generous amount of
lubricant to his posterior opening. When he felt the tip of the butt
plug beginning to enter, he involuntarily tried to resist.
Julie gently rubbed his bottom. "There, there, Mrs Preston. I know it's
your first time. You are receiving the smallest plug available." This
was true as far as it went. Actually his wife had selected a rather
hefty plug for her husband's first time. Edna Preston had plans for her
increasingly feminized spouse. To that it extent, it was "the smallest
available" because it was the one approved by his wife. Julie continued,
"Don't resist. That makes it worse. The discomfort will pass in a
moment."
Discomfort? Ed felt a pain that made him want to cry but he settled for
several deep moans. When the plug finally settled in his rear, Julie
added, "That's a good girl! See, that wasn't bad, was it, honey?"
Standing off a bit form the quartet of customers and watching them being
plugged, there stood two sissy maids, waiting for their next assignment,
enjoying the guys discomfort and giggling softly. Unfortunately for the
two sissies, a hairstylist was passing by and caught them in the act.
She led them far enough away from the now plugged quartet. The sissies
blushed, knowing what was coming. "You know that you never, ever comment
to yourselves or to others about the care of our clients. You two are on
report and your next pay will be docked. Report to staff discipline
room. Now."
For the next twenty minutes the two sissies suffered punishment,
strapped into chairs, large penis gags in their mouths, while vibrating
dildoes gave their bottoms quite a workout. Before going back on duty,
their mouths were washed with soap, their insides purged with an enema,
their corsets severely re-tightened and very large plugs inserted in
their own posteriors. The rest of their work day would be painful, their
distress increased by the knowledge that they would be paddled by Miss
Nadine at the end of their shift.
All of this was of no matter to Ed. He winced at the next set of
clothes, which consisted of a black bra with breast forms inserted into
the cups, black panties, black open bottom girdle and black slip covered
with a bright pink salon robe and pink slippers on his feet. He muttered
to himself that he was looking more and more like one of the sissy
shampoo girls. With the plug in his bottom, the tight girdle- of the
type he admired on Edna but found he did not like wearing himself- and
the 1 and ?" heel on the slippers, he walked with a bit of difficulty to
his next appointment, which was a mud mask facial and pedicure. He found
himself reclining in a booth next to Ben while Nate and Charlie were in
a different booth.
A beautician covered his hair, which was still in pin curls and hairnet,
with a towel wrapped turban style and applied a thick coating of black
cream to his face. Another beautician began his pedicure. "There you
are, Mrs Preston. Relax and enjoy, letting your mud pack work its magic
while you have your toes done," the first beautician said.
Some time later he smelt nail polish and realized that the beautician
was shellacking the tips of his toes with numerous coats of polish. When
finished she stood to leave. "Your pedicure is complete, Mrs Preston.
Just keep still while your polish dries. Enjoy your facial." She left
the booth.
When Ed was sure that the other beautician had finished Ben's pedicure
and also departed, Ed sat up at bit and looked at his feet. To his utter
disgust, his toenails glistened with bright ruby-red polish such as his
wife wore. He looked over at Ben who had his eyes closed, then looked at
his own face in the mirror. The rich black cream on their faces made
them look like two society matrons having a mud pack. It was all too
terrible. He sighed and reclined his head again.
Another attendant entered the booth. "How are you girls doing?" she
asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You have another
hour to lay back with your mud masks on. Aren't they just the most
luxurious feeling? I'm going to put some cream on your hands awhile."
Ben replied, "Thank you. You know I just love the look and feel of my
face after a mud pack."
When Ed was sure that no attendant was in the booth, he asked some
questions to his friend. "Isn't this whole thing with these painful
plugs up our asses going too far?"
"They are our derrieres, Ed, derrieres. And no it's not too far at all.
Relax. Once you get used to wearing one you'll come to enjoy it. Sure
the insertion always stings but that passes."
Ed felt downright shocked. One of his best friends actually enjoyed
wearing a butt plug like some kind of pansy. He tried another question.
"Honestly, Ben, don't you feel ashamed and terribly girlish with this
whole thing? I mean, we're wearing girdles, for Pete's sake, and mud
packs and our toes are polished and our hair is up in pin curls and a
hairnet and probably before they're done tormenting us, we'll be wearing
curlers and baking under hair dryers, just like our wives."
"Oh get off it, Ed. Yes, sure, we are going to have a shampoo and set to
finish. We always do. But look at the results. I've lost sixteen pounds
since I started coming here. When I have to go somewhere important I
wear a panty girdle under my suit. I like the way I look and feel with
my hair styled and my nails done. My wife loves my improved appearance.
Next week I'm scheduled to have a permanent wave. So is Nate. You ought
to try one. After my permanent settles, I'm having my hair dyed. I feel
years younger and my mood is much better. Be patient. You'll see a
difference in yourself, too."
Ed was speechless. He would have to find a way to talk Edna out of
making him come here. This place was too much. The lives of his old
friends were being ruined.
Much to Ed's total dismay, the four men were shampooed and set after
receiving their mud packs. Manicurists did their nails as they sat under
the dryers, polishing their fingers with the same ruby-red polish as on
their toes. The hairstylists finished the hairdos on the foursome with
large doses of hair spray. Ed's only relief was that the October weather
was cool enough that he could wear gloves.
All during dinner Edna admired his appearance. Afterwards she indicated
she wanted to go to bed with him. In the bedroom, she made clear that
from tonight onwards, things would be different. She demanded that Ed
wear a pretty see-through pink negligee. Minutes later she came out of
the bathroom, stark naked, except for a large and threatening strap-on
dildo protruding from her crotch. "On your tummy, sweetheart. I want
that cute derriere. Tonight you will be my woman." When Ed tried to
struggle, she stuffed a stocking in his mouth and tied his wrists to the
headboard of the bed. "Relax, sweetheart! Trying to resist only makes it
more painful. Be a good girl for me now and take all that's coming to
you." Edna loved the feeling of control as Ed whimpered and squirmed
under her while she thrust with all her might.
In the Humes household, Ben sat at his vanity and carefully did his
face. Lipstick. Powder. Rouge. Mascara. Eye shadow. He giggled a bit as
he put on his baby doll nightie. Clare came to bed, her big, thick dildo
already in place. "I love you in that nightie, my sweet thing. What were
you giggling about just now?"
"Oh, thinking about Ed and the week that lies ahead for him."
Clare laughed. "Yes, indeed. Can you just see the look on his face when
Edna tells him how it's going to be?" Edna had told Clare that she was
putting Ed's feminization into high gear now that he was going to the
Upstairs Salon. At home this week when he did not go to his office, Ed
would be wearing an open bottom girdle, a pretty crimson bathrobe and
mules with 3" heels. Each of those mornings, Edna's maid would set Ed's
hair in curlers and comb him out before supper. When he came to the
table Ed would wear a frilly woman's shirt, ladies dress slacks over a
panty girdle, stockings and pumps. By New Year's Ed would wear an
evening dress to come to the dinner table. "But Ed will never be as cute
as my little cupcake. Isn't that right, sweetie? Now put your pretty
face in the pillow. Your spouse feels really horny tonight and you,
sugarplum, are going to have quite a workout."
Ben wiggled and squirmed, moaned and sighed as Clare ploughed his
derriere. Tonight he felt an increased pleasure, knowing that his three
best friends, including Ed, were at this moment all in the exact same
position, their wives doing them without letup. When he could spare a
thought, which was difficult as Clare was really wound-up tonight and
humping him with gusto, he cherished the image of the four them in
curlers, sitting under the dryers, being manicured. His wife had
promised him that as a Christmas present he could undergo a week's
training as a shampoo girl at Elizabeth's Salon For Men. He loved
watching men become beautiful. He hoped his friends might join him.
While vigorously banging Ben's bottom, Clare laughed to herself. You
boys don't know the half of what is in your futures. By next spring Ed,
Ben, Charlie and Nate would regularly lineup together, all prettily
madeup, their mouths silenced with big leather gags. While they held up
their cute skirts and petticoats their wives would milk them into
measuring cups, seeing which effeminate darling gave more. After serving
dinner to their wives, the totally dominated men would face in each
other in a circle, on their hands and knees, their gags removed so that
they could hear each other as well as see each other while their wives
took them in their naughty rear-ends. And the beauty treatments they
would have at Elizabeth's Salon for Men? This day's treatments would be
mild by comparison. The management recently sent notices to the wives,
mothers and aunts of the clients, announcing the opening of their
exclusive, very private spa for men, located in a secluded part of the
Green Mountains of Vermont. There men could slenderized, beautified,
painted, polished, corseted into wasp-waist sylphs and taught poise and
grace as in the finest finishing schools, all during a weekend special
or for a week or a month at a time. The mere thought of these things
made Clare so aroused she pushed harder into Ben, making him squeal
loudly.
The End.
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