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I have never had a "Daughter" before. It was new and pleasing experience
for me. I never cared, nor wondered, what underwear my son was wearing
each morning. I wasn't anxious about the amount of makeup my son would
be wearing out into polite society. I had never thought about how my son
would react to hearing that Chanel was putting out a new formula of
lipstick. And I had never thought my son would be drop dead gorgeous
while sitting at the breakfast table, across from me, with his head
still in curlers. He was already dressed for the day in his white shorts
and a pink polo over what seemed to be one of the more conservative bras
from his French collection. I just caught the rounded top of a dark pink
underwired molded cup bra, peeking out of the undone buttons of the polo
As he shoveled Multi Grain Cherrios into his waiting mouth, while trying
not to muss up his lipstick too much, he was obviously thinking ahead to
his day at the salon and that terrifying perm.
"Mom, can't you please stay with me at the Salon? I don't really know
what to do and how to act. with all those women around and you not there
to guide me."
"Now, Wendy, we have talked this thru already. We are going to get you a
few outfits this morning and you can pick which one best suits a girl's
first perm. Then I am going to drop you at the Salon and the ladies
there will take wonderful care of you. They love giving a teenage girl
her first perm. And a first perm is something that should be experienced
by a young lady on her own. I know a lot of moms want to be there
watching their little Princess be rolled and pinned. But I don't think
that is the best way for a young lady to get to understand what it means
to be a woman. You have to come by that knowledge on your own. And
sitting there among a lot of women, sharing their experiences of being
permed and netted and dried, will make you more of a woman than me
holding your hand.
"Besides, Diane will be with you."
"Diane is just as scared as I am."
"Well, too bad! Just be like a couple of silly girls in a horror movie
who hold hands as the chainsaw monster sneaks up behind them."
"Now, let's get those rollers out of your hair and get a cute style into
it. We have to get you a couple outfits for basic day wear. I am
thinking capris and culottes and simple blouses. Stuff you can wear to
the shops and to the grocery and to the Salon. A girl at the beach
doesn't wear designer gowns everyday. But I do want my little girl to
look presentable at the Salon.
"My, My, your set took every nicely. I don't think Ralph, down at the
barbershop on Madison Ave., would recognize your hair like this. After
your perm, your curls should be ever so much more pronounced and pliable
to any "Do" you desire. Let me brush you out and flip you under and you
will be ready to go."
"Mom, I did look at images of Doris Day and June Allyson. I would love
to have a style that frames the face with soft curls and cute bangs.
Doris has several styles which curl behind the ears and accentuate her
earrings very nicely. I bet there were a thousand pictures of Doris Day
and no two of them were the same hair style. That woman must have spent
80% of her life in a Beauty Salon or under a dryer."
"The ladies at the Salon have their instructions to give you a style
very similar to what you have described. After the torture, you will be
one of the sweetest young ladies at the beach.
"Now slip into your espadrilles, we will have to get you more of a
selection of flats and pumps, and grab your bag."
"Mom, what 'bag'?"
"Oh, I forgot, a young lady has to have a bag, so I am loaning you one
of mine. It is one of my favorites. I simple pink box purse which hangs
from the crook of your elbow. I think that is so much more feminine than
a hang from the shoulder style. I put a few things in the purse for you
to get started. Lipstick, compact, mascara, tissues, a pen and notepad,
a small spray of Chanel #5, a change purse with credit cards and a few
bills, a hankie, some breath mints, and of course, a few Tampons, just
in case.
"Now get a move on, Missy, we have to get some duds for you and then get
you to the Salon to meet Diane in time for your appointments for your
perms. Doesn't that sound exciting when you hear it being said to you,
Jim?"
"Mother, thank you so much for not laughing at me and helping me be the
person I want to be right now. It seems that things have taken off very
fast after we arrived at the beach. And things have gone pretty fast in
the "Try out your Feminine Side" category. But so far, I am good with
all that has happened to me. And the best part so far has been that my
mother is down with this experiment in femininity for her son. Thank
you, Thank you!"
"OK, Sweetie, don't get me blubbering, it will ruin my makeup. Can't
have a raccoon dropping you off at the Salon on your big day of beauty.
First to the boutique to get a few casual outfits then on to the Salon."
We had no problem finding several capris and culottes and blouses and
t's for Wendy. Everything we tried on was soooo cute. Especially for a
boy. We kept one outfit out for her to change into for the Salon. White
capris with a little land of pink ribbon at the leg openings and a sheer
silk, lavender, shirred scoop neckline, peasant blouse which showed off
Wendy's new cleavage spectacularly. I could already picture the sight of
my son in that blouse, sitting under the stainless steel dryer, with his
head packed full of pink and blue perm rods.
Looks like I am making up a lot of time in the "I never had a daughter
but I do now" sweepstakes.
Wendy was uber cool as we drove the last few blocks to the Salon. He sat
straight up, chest pushed out, head up and purse demurely seated on his
lap with his manicured hands folded in a feminine fashion over it. I
don't know what his thoughts were, but there was a mystical smile
playing on his lipsticked lips.
"Mom, can I get my ears pierced. I just had the most interesting tingly
feeling that I should be wearing long dangly earrings after I get my
perm. You know that a mass of curls is well set off by earrings which
dangle and catch the light. See, all my browsing of Cosmo and Elle has
finally paid off for your son."
I readily agreed. Don't know why I hadn't already had Jim do that.
Nothing makes a girl realize her womanhood more than getting her ears
pierced and putting in her first pair of "Fuck Me" earrings. Put
"pierced ears" on the list, very soon. Next thing I know, he will want
to plump up his lips with a nice little collagen injection. I haven't
even had that done yet!
As we turned into the parking lot for the Salon, Wendy quickly opened
her purse and took out her lipstick and did a quick touch up. She
dropped the lipstick back into her purse and I could see that it came to
nestle among her Tampons. Oh, my little boy is growing up!
I saw Judy parking just a few cars away from us. Diane got out of the
car. She looked so sweet and lovely. She had chosen cut off jean short
shorts over a skin tight light lemon leotard. I don't think she had a
bra on. She didn't need one with her perky little girls popping right
through that leotard. But you could tell she was nervous. I looked from
her to Jim and saw two young ladies about to lose their perm cherry.
Another Rite of Womanhood about to be navigated by two lovely girls. It
was best that we older gals left them alone with their fears and their
feelings and their desires.
Jim started to get out of the car, his lipstick refreshed. I gently
touched his cool arm.
"Jim, it is not too late to call a halt to this whole scenario. You are
a boy, almost a man, and if you don't want to go this route, you don't
have to. I will love you always, no matter what you want to do."
"Mother, I love you! You are so sweet. I want to be just like you. I
know that these past few days have gone much faster in the femininity
area than I had thought they would. And I guess, much faster than you
had thought also. But I am willing to give it a try. God knows, the way
I was, wasn't working too well. These past few days have opened my eyes
to a whole new world out there for me. A different world, a scary world,
but a world I want to try. What can it hurt? I will be me, perm or no
perm. I know that to be a real woman, I have to learn all kinds of
things and experience all kinds of things that I would have never
experienced as a boy. Some of those things can be a little embarrassing
at first. That's is OK by me. I know it sounds weird, but sometimes I
like to be embarrassed. I am sure walking onto that Salon and facing all
those women will be embarrassing at first. But I can handle it. So let's
stop all the talking and let's get my hair permed!. So far "I enjoy
being a girl".
Out of the car he hopped. No need to be careful about skirt malfunctions
when wearing capris. His purse was so cute. I will have to start wearing
that kind of purse more often. Something about it dangling from your
elbow that just cries out "You Go Girl!"
Judy and I stayed in our cars. I could see Judy wiping away a tear and
then smiling over at me. The two kids met at the door to the Salon and
air kisses were exchanged. They both took a step back from each other
and Judy and I could see that they were admiring each other's ensemble.
Then the giggling started. We could see them struggle to come to a more
serious pose and then they quickly pulled open the door to the Salon and
eagerly strode in, side by side, breasts pushed out and lipstick smiles
on their faces.
Judy and I would not see them again till four hours later. I could
hardly wait. I think Judy and I really need to do some serious drinking
in the meantime.
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Let's let Wendy takeover the narrative for awhile.
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Have you ever heard the term "Knees Knocking"? Well it describes exactly
what was happening to me as I stood at the door to the Salon. I, Jim
Darling, a 16 year old boy, was about to walk into a Beauty Salon and
have my hair permed. Oh, sure, Diane was with me and going to have the
same thing done to her. But she was a GIRL. I was not. At least not yet.
I was still a boy wearing girl's capris and a girl's blouse and a girl's
girdle and a girl's bra. They certainly weren't the usual attire for a
16 year old boy. No Way! I have been putting on a brave front since Mom
and I started this adventure into femininity, specifically, MY
femininity. So far I have felt that I was playing a part. The part of a
girl. I was doing a damn good job of playing that part. I enjoyed
playing that part. I might even enjoy BEING a girl.
But now it hit me. Standing there in front of that Beauty Salon with
Diane by my side. Something was going to happen to me that would
profoundly affect the way I felt about myself. As soon as that perm did
it's job, I would really not be playing a part anymore. The Play would
become real. The Perm would be the tipping point. I felt that deep in my
being. Once those rods had been wound and the solution applied, Jim
would be pretty much gone, and Wendy would be my life.
Knock, Knock, Knock! Here I was standing in shock. My lips were
quivering. I was about to bolt back to the car and tell Mommy to take me
home. Then Diane wrapped her fingers around mine. I looked down to see
her polished nails intertwine with my polished nails. She gently applied
more and more pressure to her grip. With the pressure on my hand, my
head became clearer and I realized this is what I had wanted for so many
years. I couldn't chicken out now. I could do this. With Diane by my
side and I by her's, Jim Darling, all 16 years of him, could undergo a
perm. Bring it on! You Go GIRL!
My knees stopped shaking and when I looked down at Diane she was smiling
up at me. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead and gave her a yank
and pulled us both through the shiny scarlet doors of the Salon.
"Miss Wendy and Miss Diane; here for our perms!"
"Welcome, girls, you are right on time. Melissa and Jacque are ready for
you. Diane, Melissa will do your perm and Wendy, Jacque will be more
than happy to do yours. Please, let me take you to stations 3 and 4 and
enjoy!"
The inside of the the Salon was buzzing. Almost every station had
someone seated and being beautified in some manner. I saw no other boys
or men. What I did see was fascinating. The smells, the sounds, the
bustling activity, and the incessant chatter of women and their
beauticians doing what women and beauticians do, chat. We walked pass a
room dedicated to manicures and pedicures, ten pedicure thrones, five on
each wall. From another room came the sounds of machinery. Ten huge
stainless steel torpedo shaped hair dryers dropped from the ceiling and
encased several rollered and netted women. I would be one of them soon.
At last the receptionist stopped walking on her impossibly high
stilettos between two styling stations which were empty, awaiting their
next victim. A striking nordic blonde, about 30 years old stood next to
station 3.
Her coiffure was magnificent and her makeup was to die for. Her short
black skirt showed long statuesque legs and her white chiffon blouse
left no doubt as to her upper body endowments. What an advertisment for
the Salon.
"Hello, girls, my name is Gretchen and I will be taking care of Diane
today. Please have a seat, Diane. And allow me to introduce Max who will
do Wendy's perm."
Max stepped out to allow me to sit in the styling chair of station
number 4. Max was about 26 years old and like Gretchen, he, too, was a
walking advertisement for what the Salon could do for a man. His
eyebrows were obviously shaped and he wore a light foundation and a
clear gloss on his lips. His coiffure had been recently tended. Light,
wispy auburn curls framed his ears and around the back of his head,
fluffy bangs hung to mid-forehead level, drawing attention to the soft
gray eyeshadow he wore. He wore black silk pantaloons, gathered at the
waist by a thick silver woven cord. His blouse was similar to Gretchen's
but unfortunately for him, did not produce the same cleavage. But he did
look nice, in a very feminine way.
He stepped forward and reached for my hand, not to shake it as a man
would do, but to give it a very soft kiss.
"Girls, we want you to relax, let yourself go. I guarantee this will be
a very pleasant experience for both of you. Diane, Gretchen has given
many young ladies their first perm and none have ever left here crying.
You are in good hands. Wendy, Your mother has talked to me and, let me
tell you, you have nothing to be fearful about here in the Salon. You
are one of the women we service, who we make beautiful. We will make you
beautiful.
"Now, Diane, off with Gretchen, and Wendy, you are mine."
Diane gave me a hug and sat as Gretchen had indicated in the styling
chair at number 3.
Max took my hand and escorted me to the chair at number 4. My purse was
taken from me and placed on the makeup table in front of the mirror.
Quickly a pink plastic cape was draped around my next and covered my
blouse and capris.
"I understand you are quite the fan of Doris Day. Did you bring any
pictures of her that you thought I might be able to emulate for you
today?"
"Yes, Max, I did. There is a picture in my purse showing the style I
would like to try for."
Max reached over to the table and picked up my purse and opened it. The
picture was right on top of everything.
"Oh, what a lovely style. I have always loved Doris Day, Such hair, to
die for. We will do all we can to give you this style. You will be the
most stylish young lady at the beach this Summer.
"Now I want you to relax and let me do the work. One way we relax here
at the Salon is to talk about anything and everything. That's what women
do, don't we? So, I noticed when I opened your purse that you use the
same tampons that I do. Have you been using them for long? Do you have a
heavy period? Gracious, I am soooo happy mine is not for another two
weeks."
OH MY GOD!
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