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I am my Hair:
Looking back to when the idea of feminizing me first came to my
girlfriend Leah it started innocently enough.
I was a wannabe rock star and I wore my almond hair long.
We were in a restaurant with her friends Danielle and Jordan. Like Leah,
they were both platinum blondes and had had a string of boyfriends who
cared about sex but didn't care too much about intelligent conversation.
Leah and her friends were hairdressers and were what most men would call
bimbos. I fantasised about the three of them pleasuring me dressed as
French Maids.
I even bought an outfit for Leah.
I did not consider Leah or her friends as intellectually my equal. I was
a cash office assistant in a department store. But then few people in
the store were even intellectually my equal.
Leah said to me "You have great volume in your hair. You know many women
would die for hair like yours. You really should have been born a girl."
Danielle and Jordan agreed but Jordan teased "It's just a shame your not
blonde" flicking her own hair up. "Because blondes have more fun than
spoilsport brunettes!"
I didn't know how to take a compliment at the time and I blushed when
Leah complimented me. Leah told me much later that it was my blushing
which led hear to think that I might enjoy becoming one of the girls.
I am not sure what I was thinking at the time but I think it was more
embarrassment at the fact that Leah thought this was a compliment, which
I could tell in her way it was, but which most men I knew would have
taken as an insult. In the same way she would say I was like her father,
a man I had no intention of emulating as I considered him to be a violent
alcoholic and a wife beater to boot, but I knew that too she meant as a
compliment.
Leah really wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.
A few days her friends Jordan and Danielle came over for a "Slumber
Party". I was quite excited about it as Leah was wearing a new black
silky slip we had bought with a matching thigh length dressing gown and I
understood her friends would be wearing something similar. I was wearing
a pyjama tee shirt and boxer shorts under my dressing gown.
I was excited at being in a house with three bimbos in lingerie.
I was told not to look whilst Danielle and Jordan slipped off their
macintoshes and whilst Leah sat on my lap. But then Leah said "Quick
girls!".
At that point I realised with Leah sitting on me that it was going to be
difficult to stand up. To make my position even more difficult Danielle
or Jordan (they were both behind me so I couldn't see which of them it
was) handcuffed my wrists to the chair as Leah styled my hair into a high
ponytail.
Why did I let this happen? Why did I not try to resist? The truth was
whilst I believed I was stronger than Leah and might have been able to
stand with just her sitting on my lap I suspected that either Danielle or
Jordan may beat me in a trial of strength particularly feeling how my
arms were gently yet firmly brought into position for them to be
handcuffed to the chair. I did not want them to know that I suspected
they were stronger than me.
So I did not struggle.
The handcuffs were sex shop handcuffs with fur round them so they did not
dig into my wrists.
"Like a sheep before a shearer." Leah giggled hugging me and then giving
me a French kiss as one of the girls took a profile picture of us and
posted it on each of their Facebook pages, tagging me in it.
I was looking at Leah so I didn't see who took the picture. But I heard
the digital phone camera click. I am not sure I can truthfully say that
I would have removed the ponytail even if my wrists were not restrained.
Why? Either because a photograph of Leah and I looking at each other was
now out there in cyberspace or because I knew I would not be able to
prevent them putting it back again if I tried to remove it or because I
felt I had better play along with their little game as I did not want
them calling me a spoilsport.
Leah showed me the picture on her mobile phone and my ponytail looked
unmistakably feminine. The way I was the one being kissed also made me
look more feminine than Leah with her bobcut. Also as it was only a
headshot you could not see that I was handcuffed to the chair.
"I think he needs a little lipstick to complete the look, girls." Jordan
said. She was wearing a red silk version of what Leah was wearing.
"I don't know what I think about seeing the man of the house in
lipstick." Leah teased, giving me hope for a moment that they would stop
at the ponytail. "But I bought him a nars semi matt lipstick called
"Fire down below" and I think there will be, when my new girlfriend sees
how she looks!" She squeezed my penis in her hand and as she suspected I
was already hard.
Leah took this as confirmation that I was enjoying this but the truth was
the thought of three bimbos in lingerie one of whom was sitting on my lap
was what had me aroused. I wondered what a foursome would be like.
This was the first time Leah ever called me her girlfriend. I felt like
I was trapped in Prince song and sure enough Danielle put on the "Sign
'o' the times" album at the song before it "U got the look"... Leah then
produced my lipstick and Jordan held my head whilst Leah stroked it
firmly across my bottom lip before telling me to pout.
Great! First the ponytail, now the lipstick! What further indignity
were Leah and her two bimbo friends going to subject me to? I hoped my
eyes did not betray my thoughts as I thought my fury would only spur them
on and I figured that if I pretended to go along with this and maybe
enjoy it as if I was a "good sport" maybe they would get bored and we
could do something else?
So I pouted and smiled as I saw Danielle shooting a short video of me on
her mobile phone as "If I was your girlfriend" started to play. Danielle
was wearing a white silk version of what Leah was wearing.
"She really could do with some lashes!" Said Danielle.
"Why stop there?" I replied. "Why not add eyeshadow too?"
"What a great idea!" Enthused Leah and I realised that I was falling down
the rabbit hole and I had no idea when I would reach the bottom!
I was by now resigned to my fate as Leah continued to work on my face.
The girls did not need to even hold my head as Leah stuck on false lashes
and then blended them with my normal lashes with her mascara brush nor
even when my own suggestion of eyeshadow was applied.
I would have liked to avoid what happened next but there was nothing I
could do to prevent Jordan arching my eyebrows before I was eventually
uncuffed and told to go and look at myself in the bedroom mirror.
"Wait a moment, young lady!" Said Jordan and she clipped two large gold
hoop earrings on my ears and a black silk choker around my neck.
"If you think you still look like a man come back as you are." Said Leah
"But be a good sport and if you truly think you look like a woman you
will put on what I have left for you on the bed. Is that a deal?"
"Ok." I said trying to sound girly.
As I suspected by the time I got to the bathroom I knew I was going to be
wearing whatever had been laid out for me on the bed and I had a good
idea that I would be looking like the other girls.
Everything about my face screamed Peter, you might as well call yourself
Petra, you are one of the girls now.
As I suspected I found a purple silk bra with a black lace trim around
the cups and matching panties on the bed, as well as a purple slip and
matching thigh length dressing gown. I slid those delicate panties up my
legs and put my arms through my bra straps and with some difficulty I
fastened my first bra behind my back. Then I put my arms through the
spaghetti straps of my slip and marvelled at the way it slid down my body
before slipping on my dressing gown taking care to tie it the opposite
way from what I was used to. I was grateful that I could put on my
clothes in the privacy of my bedroom as I suddenly felt a lot more
vulnerable in my lingerie than I did in my former dull male clothing and
dare I say it? Sexy? I rubbed my right palm down my slip from my chest
to my panties. My penis was stiff.
I was starting to actually enjoy what I had been pretending to enjoy...
the forbidden feel of panties around my penis and a bra around my chest,
the way lingerie felt on my body...
So as I came back downstairs "U got the look" was playing again and
suddenly Prince's songs were about him fucking me, not me making love to
Leah...
I understood why Leah did not like his songs but what would it be like to
be fucked by someone like him?
My thoughts escaped through my mouth.
"Eugh!" Said Leah. "Grosse!"
"I think it's time for your first manicure Petra!" Said Jordan and the
girls sat me down to have my toenails and fingernails painted.
By now I was asking questions about makeup and where to buy it, I wanted
to know how to apply nail polish myself and how long it took to dry and I
had become one of the girls and I was who I had always wanted to be - a
woman and as much a bimbo (or even more so) than my girlfriend.
The following morning I was tricked into dyeing my hair blonde to help me
feel even more that I was one of the girls. I said as much and admitted
that I had always thought of them as bimbos but I was starting to think I
had misjudged them.
I didn't realise how offensive this was and Jordan told me just how much
they had had to put up with from sexist men. "Let's have a competition.
Each of us has five minutes to persuade the others she is not a bimbo.
Whoever is considered by a majority of votes to be the biggest bimbo of
the four of us must spend the day dressed as a French Maid."
Jordan spoke about sexism and the women's studies course she had done.
Danielle spoke about her degree in mathematics and finally Leah started
to talk to me about hairdressing. It was a more intellectually
challenging job than my job (which I had not realised) and it was
apparent to me by the time I got to speak about men's roles in the
feminist movement that I did not know enough about the subject and was
going to spend the day as the biggest bimbo. I had to vote for myself,
partly because it was true and partly by way of apology and the other
girls did too.
So Leah zipped me into my first dress - a black silk bodycon mini dress
with a white lace trim. Leah showed me how to tie my apron. A cap was
put on my head and I was given a pair of fishnets and heels to wear.
I knew then how sexist I had been.
"Who's the bimbo now?" Asked Jordan rhetorically.
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