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The next morning I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I heard Jim
get out of bed and wander into the shower. I wondered what could be on
his mind this morning as he prepared for his first mani and pedi. I guess
he must be having rather strong feelings. For a young guy in his
position, femininity may be the answer or it may not. That is what this
summer will tell him and me, his mother.
"Mother!"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Mother, I am not sure what I should wear to the nail salon. I think I
need a little motherly advice. I don't want to look out of place or give
the ladies there the wrong impression. What do men wear for a mani and a
pedi?"
"Well, darling, I am sure most men wear regular casual clothes. Maybe a
polo with a collar and a nice pair of shorts. Remember you must give the
ladies easy access to your feet. But, I tell you what, since getting a
mani and a pedi is a new and strange thing for you, a thing which is part
of your quest to discover your latent femininity this summer, it might be
nice if you somewhat embraced your femininity and ay least wear something
out of your ordinary comfort zone. I think you will get more easily
acclimated to your surroundings if you feel a little girlish. So I would
suggest you wear your pink polo and a pair of white shorts. But
underneath, you could wear a nice new panty from that box and maybe a
matching silk camisole under the polo. Baby steps, but that should put
you into the proper feminine mood for your adventure. Oh, yes, also be
sure to wear a pair of open toed sandals and fix your hair behind your
ears, like you did yesterday evening, It was so cute!"
Jim absorbed my suggestions and without a word, but with a smile on his
lips, returning to his bedroom to get dressed for his mani and pedi.
Never thought I would say that about my son!
I got myself ready for this adventure. Mother and son at the nail salon,
Yummy! I wore my usual salon attire, a white silk sleeveless blouse with
darts at the bust line. My burgundy push up bra was quite evident through
the sheer material of the blouse. Quite sexy. A navy, rayon, box pleated
mid length skirt and a sharp silver belt, gave me just the silhouette I
wanted. So did the 3 inch navy pumps. I little formal for the salon, but
what the hell, only the best for my son's first salon experience. Simple
makeup, just to establish that I was the female in the pairing! So did
the eight silver bangles I put on my left wrist.
Soon it was time for us to leave for our appointment. Jim came out of his
room rather sheepishly. He had on his pink polo and the spaghetti straps
of his pink camy were quite evident through the shirt. I assumed he had
matching panties on, though I did not know which style of the many he had
chosen for this trip. I had a feeling, seeing the tightness of his shorts
that he had to have picked a rather controlling style. His feet looked
very nice in the open toed sandals, even though they were a man's shoe.
His nail polish, that I had put on him, still looked very nice and
girlish and was there for all to see through the open toes of the shoe.
To my surprise, he had done something new to his hair. Where yesterday he
had used bobby pins to secure his hair behind his ears, today, it seems,
he had helped himself to my jewelry box and found two small silver
barrettes that he had place inconspicuously behind his ears to hold the
hair off his smiling face.
"How do I look, Mother?"
"Like you are ready to have the time of your life! I love the hair and I
know the girls at the salon will love it too. And I am seeing that your
camy under your polo gives just a hint of feminine mystery to you.
Another small step on your journey to discover your feminine side.
Lovely!"
Jim smiled at my compliment and patted the hair behind his ear with a
distinctly female gesture. My son was getting into his discovery of his
feminine side in a very pronounced manner. And I could not fault him for
doing so. If it was to be, then now was the time to find out what his
life should be, not what his life could unhappily continue to be. I had
no reservations about Jim bringing out his feminine side. And I think I
am going to enjoy sharing my take on womanly matters with my son. As a
matter of fact, Jim is extremely lucky to have me as his mentor. I know
what it means to be a woman. If he had hooked up with some little girly
teeny bopper, he would never truly understand femininity the way it
should be borne.
"Mom, do you think I should go with a clear polish or a colored one?"
"Well, son, that will have to be your decision. Now you know that wearing
a colored polish on your toes is one thing. It is not that noticeable
unless someone is really looking. But if you have your finger nails
painted, almost any color other than clear, you can't help but have
people notice and usually make a snap judgement about who or what you
are. On a woman or girl, that is not a problem. But as long as you still
present mainly as a male, you will have to understand the looks and
comments.
"So think hard about it, son. Ten painted finger nails, especially pink
or red colors, will quickly lead to other aspects of Femininity. Or it
could just stay at the point of: Oh, my, look at that strange boy with
the polish on his fingers! That decision is up to you and you alone. If
you want my advice, I would tell you to explore as much as you want, but
be ready to go much further or be ready to accept questioning looks and
even insults."
"Thanks, Mom, for the advice. I will think hard about what you said as we
drive to the salon. I do love looking at my toes with polish on. Makes me
feel special."
"Son, you have hit the nail on the head. That is what the nail salons and
the beauty salons are all about. Making people, usually girls and women,
to feel as special as they can be. Now, when a boy or a man goes to a
nail or beauty salon, the degree of specialness greatly increases. The
boy or the man may want to experience for himself just how special a girl
or a woman can feel. There is nothing wrong about that. It is just
slightly different in today's world which we live in. Personally, I say:
You go Girl! Do what makes you feel special! You want to understand and
feel what a girl feels, then you have to do and experience what makes the
girl the way she is. So, basically, relax, go with the flow, go with how
your feelings are telling you to go. I will support and love you all the
same."
We walked together out to the car for the short trip to the salon. As I
put my arms around my son as we walked, I could feel to silken shift of
his camy under his polo. I wondered what he was feeling.
Only took us five minutes to get to the nail salon. We walked from the
car together and thru the doors into a world of female smells and sights
that was usual for me and extremely foreign for Jim. I walked up to the
desk and told them my name and that we had an appointment for a Mother
and Son Mani and Pedi. They were all smiles and ushered both of us to the
pedicure thrones. As we passed the wall of polishes, the receptionist
paused and asked if we wanted to choose our polishes now. I hesitated,
but Jim did not. He immediately went to the wall and intently inspected
the offerings. I hung back,waiting and wondering as to his choice.
It really didn't take that long. He picked out a pink shade, OPI B77
Feeling Hot, Hot Hot!. It was a shade that I might have chosen for myself
at Jim's age. Not too startling, not too in your face. Just a nice,
somewhat to the dark side, pink. An excellent choice for a girl Jim's age
at the beach. Jim clutched the bottle in his hand as I made my choice: a
deep sparkling royal blue. It would go very well with my navy skirt and
white silk blouse. We then continued following the receptionist to our
thrones, where we were seated side by side.
As this was new to Jim, I and the manicurist helped him get comfy in the
chair and get his shoes off. Since he was wearing shorts, there was no
problem with pant legs. He looked so cute and so scared sitting on his
throne. The water was turned on in his foot bowl and the manicurist
gently lowered his feet into the swirling warm water. She then arranged
all her tools and Jim's choice of polish on her work table and prepared
to clean and and massage and pumice Jim's toes and feet. I heard Jim sigh
in complete relaxation as this process carried on. I was doing my own
sighing next to him. I LOVE PEDIS!
After the feet and leg massages, the manicurist looked to me, and I gave
her the go ahead to start shaping Jim's nails. I made a hand signal in
the shape of an oval. And she knew that this was not to be a square cut
men's pedicure. This was to be a woman's pedi. She first removed the
polish I had put on Jim at the beach. There was no questions about why
this boy had pink nail polish on his toes. She swiftly shaped Jim's toe
nails into elegant womanly ovals. Jim was fascinated by the process and
followed every move she made. He seemed to really enjoy the pampering. I
know I do.
With the nails shaped, now came the time I had been waiting for. Now for
the application of the first coat of polish. Jim didn't know this about a
pedicure, so he was startled when she took a bottle of clear and started
to apply it to his toes. I signaled to him to just wait. This was the
base coat. After ten toes were prepared with the base coat, Jim's breath
caught as the first swipe of color flowed from the silken brush onto his
toe.
Yes, he had polish applied by me, but this was different, This was a
professional doing the job. She was applying a pink polish to this boy's,
this young man's, toes. There was no hesitation on her part, she knew
what she was doing. She was doing her job of making someone just that
much more beautiful.
It did not take long, never does, to apply all three coats of FEELING HOT
HOT HOT to Jim's toes and then came the brilliantly clear top coat. The
sparkle was almost blinding.
The manicurist told Jim to just sit there and allow the polish to dry and
that she would do his manicure while he was sitting in the pedicure
throne. I have always found this to be a very nice suggestion. The
pedicure throne is so much more comfy that a nail station chair. And you
are raised above so that everyone can see you being pampered and painted.
This was good for Jim because it gave him a taste of what would happen
when he went out into the world with twenty painted and polished toes and
fingers. All the women in the salon saw what was going on and were very
curious about how Jim's Pedi and Mani would look when dry.
A small tear ran down Jim's cheek. I do not know if it was from shame or
from happiness. I think it was from happiness. I signaled the manicurist
to do the oval structure on his fingers also. His nails were long enough
to give a good appearance with an oval manicure. Maybe next time we would
think about extensions or acrylics.
Jim concentrated on his beautiful drying toes and the manicurist did an
excellent job of Jim's first manicure. As the top coat was laid down,
another manicurist brought over a dryer for each hand and Jim's manicured
hands were placed inside to dry. With his hands in the dryer and his feet
propped up, he looked adorable. I think he knew it, too.
I finished with my pedi and mani about the same time and was able to lie
back and take in the wonderment of being manicured and pedicured with my
son in a classy nail salon. My nails were elegant in the royal blue and
Jim's were perky and fun in the FEELING HOT HOT HOT. This would be a very
exciting summer.
Several women customers wandered by to compliment us on our color
choices. They especially liked telling Jim how much they admired him for
being so brave to come and have his nails done. A few even said that they
might try to get their sons or husbands to be as brave as Jim. Jim just
smiled and said Thank You to all the compliments.
He looked over to where I was lying, almost asleep, and mouthed the
words: ThankYou and I Love You.
Then with a laugh he said: I love your color! Maybe next time I will go
for the Royal Blue!
I smiled and said back to him: Remember your lips should usually match
your nails. But in this case I will NOT be wearing Royal Blue lipstick.
"Mother, do you think we should find a pink lipstick to match my FEELING
HOT HOT HOT?"
"Well, son, I did see an ULTA store just down the way in this same strip
mall. Do you think you are ready to take your painted toes and fingers
out into the world? Are you, as a boy with nail polish on, ready to shop
for his own lipstick and other cosmetics? Or do you think you are a girl
with nail polish on, ready to become the woman she promises to be?
Remember you are still dressed as a boy. Do you want to shop for makeup
as a boy? Or do you think: I don't give a damn! Who cares?
After I paid for the salon services and everyone oohed and aahed over
Jim, he took my hand and wrapped his painted nails around my hand. We
walked out of the salon holding manicured hands.
"Mom, I desperately need some things at ULTA. For sure a lipstick. Can we
go now?"
"If my son wants his own pink lipstick to match his pink fingernails,
then my son shall have a pink lipstick of his own!"
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