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(Note: Let's let the proud Mother take over the narrative.)
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It is a very interesting feeling for a mother, like me, to know that
your 16 year old son is voluntarily spending several hours this day in a
Beauty Salon, being Permed and Set and Styled.
I don't know for sure, but I bet a great many mothers would find this
situation to be very distasteful and embarrassing. Distasteful and
embarrassing for the Mothers. In many ways, I can understand their
feelings.
Their little Johnny or Freddy was born a male and should be a male, no
questions asked. Any deviation from that norm is cause for alarm in
their minds. That is their mind set and that is how they are going to
feel if their son ever asked for a lipstick or a bra.
Maybe I am wired differently. Would this situation, and does this
situation, make me think? Yes. Am I totally comfortable with what is
going on with my son? Not really. Do I wish this situation had not
developed? Yes, very much so.
But do I understand, maybe not as much as I should, what my son is going
through in his life which leads him to enter this situation? I am trying
to understand. I want to understand. And even if I never fully
understand my son and his needs and desires, I do want to support him in
every way possible.
Now, of course, that supporting may require a few drinks.
Judy and I did imbibe a few adult beverages after dropping the
youngsters off at the Beauty Salon. We also did some shopping and
dining. All in all, a lovely afternoon, even with the continual thought
in my head that my son, Jim, was at that minute, rollered and netted and
parked under a dryer having springy curls baked into his pretty little
head. Something like that can lead a mother to drink and binge shopping.
So with those thoughts in our heads, Judy and I returned to the Beauty
Salon to pick up our teenagers.
As soon as we opened the door to the Salon, we came across what seemed
to be a jolly meeting going on near the reception desk. With the fading
sound of applause, our eyes were drawn to the subjects of the gathering,
namely, our teenagers. There is the midst of 25 or so women, were my son
and Judy's daughter.
There was much hugging and air kissing going on. And the young lady, who
I had to guess was my son, seemed to be at the center of the activity.
Once I realized what was going on, I had to admit that I was floored at
the sight before me. I recognized the capris and the blouse I had just
bought this morning, but was at a lost to register that the beautiful
woman in those duds was my son, Jim. I don't know what I expected to
find after leaving him to the ministrations of this professional beauty
staff, but the result which played out in front of my eyes was a hell of
a lot more than I envisioned.
Jim/Wendy was absolutely stunning! So was Diane. But my thoughts and
vision had to focus on my son.
Nothing he and I had done and accomplished in the past very few days
came anywhere near the feminine perfection that stood before me, basking
in the compliments of real women, women who knew what beauty can do for
a girl, or a boy. And I could tell from some of the comments I
overheard, that many, many of these women knew exactly WHO had just lost
his Perm cherry.
I stood back for a few minutes, watching him interact with these women,
his head held high in his magnificent perm, with his chest, formed by
his sexy bra, provocatively jutting out with a pride that was evident to
all and especially to me. I had never seen that look of pride and
happiness on my son before.
I had also not seen a hair "Do" on my son such as I now tried to
comprehend. My attempts at setting Jim's hair were pathetic compared to
what this Perm and these professionals had done to him. I found myself
wishing to myself that I could have a "Do" like that. Would that be
carrying the Mother and Daughter theme too far? Maybe, but it was yummy!
I would have to give that one some thought.
Wendy and Diane finally saw us standing there by the receptionist's
desk. I must say it was quite a revelation to see these two teenage
girls come toward us, looking not at all like your usual female teenage
specimen.
They were quite sophisticated. Coiffed and permed and painted, not but
in a gaudy, tacky, tawdry way. They were prime examples of the skill and
professionalism which Judy and I had paid through the nose for. And
after viewing the results, it looks like we will pay a lot more over the
course of the Summer. If weekly trips, or even oftener, to the Salon
would keep my son looking so womanly and happy, I would gladly pay the
cost.
There is so much more he has to learn about being a woman and the Beauty
Salon is a wonderful place to learn a lot about that subject.
Such a wonderful feeling to get a hug from your son when both of your
bras firmly continue to do their thing even with the contact. I could
feel the strength of his hairspray as his coiffure grazed my cheek as we
air kissed.
"Oh, Mother darling, Thank you so much for allowing me to experience my
first Perm. It was AMAZING! Can you still smell it in my hair? I can't
wash it for a couple days. But with this set and style, I don't want to.
Max and all the girls here were so nice to me. I know you had a talk
with them before we got here. That made it so much easier and fun for
me. Do you know what was the best part? Sitting under the dryer and
talking with the ladies near me. We had such a nice discussion about
hair styles and make up and other girl talk. Please, Mother, can I come
back to the Salon again?"
"Wendy, You Look Amazing! Of course you can comeback to the Salon. That
is what girls do. In fact, I am going to make a standing appointment for
you for every Tuesday afternoon and for every Saturday morning for the
entire Summer. I will make one for myself for the Saturdays. That way we
can share the Salon experience as a Mother and Daughter, and on
Tuesdays, you can be a girl by herself with her hairdresser.
"Now, say goodbye and thank you to Max and all the others. You will be
seeing them again, soon enough. Judy and Diane have to do some Mother
and Daughter things, but we will see them tomorrow, I am sure.
I want to have you all to myself this afternoon and evening. With you
looking so divine, I think I will take you somewhere you will like and
buy you a present to celebrate your first Perm. Would you like that,
Wendy darling?"
"Oh, yes, Mother dear!"
After I had paid the bill and tipped Max very nicely, I was proud to
walk out of the Salon with my daughter on my arm. The first breeze
outside did nothing to Wendy's "Do". It was locked down tight. Mine blew
all over hell and back. Maybe I should learn some lessons from my new
daughter. As Wendy was settling into her seat in the car and pulling the
seatbelt over her shoulders and across her breasts, I had a chance to
look at her makeup. The RED lipstick, she and Diane applied in
celebration of there first perm, really looked quite nice with her
complexion. Of course it added several years to her female age, but that
is OK every once in awhile. Under a Mother's supervision, of course. I
kind of wished I had a red lipstick in my purse.
"Wendy, do you have that red lipstick you just applied in your purse?"
"Yes, Mom, I do, but I don't think I need any right now."
"I don't think you do either. But I would like to try it. May I?"
"Sure! You go, girl!"
Wendy reached into her purse, which was sitting demurely on her lap, and
took out her lipstick and gave it to me. I took the cap off and twisted
it to medium height and looked into the mirror I had flipped down over
the drivers seat. I felt Wendy's eye on me as I applied the deep scarlet
to my lips and blotted once and applied a second coat.
"Good job, Mom. You will get the hang of this girl stuff very soon."
Did I mention that my son was a smart ass?
I started the car with a tight smile on my scarlet lips. Wendy was
chuckling behind her scarlet lips.
"Mom, can I get my ears pierced? I just feel like I should have on some
nice dangly earrings with this new hairdo."
"Well, SON (still smarting from the 'hang of this girl stuff' comment),
that was going to be part of my present to you on the occasion of your
first Perm. I thought that you needed some jewelry to accessorize your
new outfits this Summer. And earrings were on my list for you and also
the piercing which you would obviously need. Unless you wanted to go
with clip ons. Maybe you don't want to have holes in your ears if you
ever decide this girl stuff isn't for you? There are some very nice clip
ons in the market these days."
"Definitely pierced, Mom! Diane already has had her ears pierced and I
love the look. If I am going to be a girl, if only for this Summer, I
should do all the things a girl would do over the Summer. And one thing
would have to be trying out a lot of new earring looks. One thing I do
not want is to have multiple piercing through my ears. I think I am more
the preppy type of girl. I think multiple piercings and any other lip or
nose piercing just makes a girl cheap, not classy. Don't you think so
too, Mom?"
Never having ever thought I would be having a discussion with my 16 year
old son about lip piercing, it took awhile for me to catch my breath and
agree with his sound way of thinking.
"We are going to stop at the Village Jewelry Shop, just up the road. I
know they have a lot of nice stuff, not tacky or slutty. You need
earrings, yes, pierced ones (yes, dangly ones too), some necklaces, a
woman's watch, a ring or two and for sure a lot of bracelets. I was
thinking a group of silver bangles and as your special Post Perm
present, I want to get you a matched set of pearl earrings and necklace.
Something very nice to wear with a twin set or a cocktail dress when we
go to dances and dinners at the Club. After all we have only been here
at the beach less than a week. And look at all that has happened. Just
look in the mirror and tell me that you see the shy guy of just a week
ago."
I looked over at my son. Capris and a sheer peasant blouse, lovely
foundation garments, espadrilles, a flirty purse, manicured, and
pedicured, and permed, and made up, with the gorgeous hairdo of a
Hollywood Starlet. This was going to be a very unusual Summer. For both
of us.
"Mom, sounds good to me. Thank you ever so much for all that you are
doing for me. I know this was supposed to be a relaxing Summer away from
the office for you. I hope my new ventures into Femininity are not too
stressful for you."
"Interesting and delightful and different, not stressful. Are they
stressful for you, son?"
"The start of an experience, like walking into the nail salon or telling
the receptionist at the Beauty Salon that I was there for a perm, I have
felt some stress. But after the initial embarrassment of that type of
thing, actually doing the girl stuff has been the opposite of stressful.
Just knowing that my make up is pretty good and that my hair is more
than adequate for a teenage girl like me, that does away with stress and
brings a new happiness to me. Maybe having a painted and permed son is
giving you stress. I hope not. Because I am having a hell of a lot of
fun."
"Wendy, dear, I can't tell you when was the last time I have had so much
fun and absolutely no stress. We should have done this years ago. If we
had started this a few years ago, you would have had your first period
already."
"MOTHER!!!"
We arrived at the parking lot of the Jewelry Shop in a state of female
giggles. We would have to curtail them if we were going to buy serious
jewelry. Falling on the floor, laughing, is not conducive to trying on
rather expensive bobbles. So: STOP GIGGLING!
As Wendy got out of the car, I couldn't help looking at her. Her hair
was so divine, and her purse was so cute. Even her red lipstick had
become a tasteful part of her face. That kid should have been a girl
from day one. I hope that it is not too late to start afresh in girly
land. All she needed now was a couple of holes in her head which weren't
there before.
"Mom, does it hurt to get my ears pierced?"
"You have lived through a perm and a mani and pedi, you will survive
getting your ears pierced."
She did. Quite nicely, too. Six pairs of earrings later. (one a three
inch gold hoop set) Several bracelets, including my recommended bangles.
Several gold and silver neck chains. A rather pricy silver Bulova
women's watch. And, a set of very pricy matched creamy white pearl
earrings and double looped pearl necklace. My son is getting to be a
very expensive vacation partner. Of course he and Diane will probably
wander into the nearest Kohl's sometime soon and buy a bag full of cheap
costume jewelry for their day wear. Well, at least I have had the
pleasure of being sure my son is properly accessorized with quality
stuff.
But we did have fun. I had never known that it could be so much fun to
girly shop with my son.
After his long day at the Salon and jewelry shopping, I could see that
it was time to head home. But there was one more stop I just had to
make, just to keep him on his toes. I didn't want him to get too
comfortable in being a Lady. Not till he had the pleasure of buying a
few things I wanted him to have.
We stopped at the closest CVS Drug Store. I took Jim by the hand and we
marched past the cosmetics, Oh, yes he wanted to stop there. We marched
as a Mother and Daughter right to the Feminine Hygiene aisle. That
pulled the perm queen to a quick stop.
I handed Jim the shopping basket.
"I will meet you outside. Please buy a scented Douche, a box of Super
Absorbment Maxipads, a box of Pearl Extra Strength Tampons, an cleansing
enema kit, and a woman's razor and shaving cream. Here is my credit
card. I will be waiting outside. That shopping list would even be a
little embarrassing for me to buy all at one time. But you, my dear,
want to be a woman. So, You Go, Girl! Happy shopping!"
Gee, that was a strangely satisfying moment in parenting a teenage girl!
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