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The voice was softer than I had ever heard Jim speak. There was a small
question mark at the end of the "Yes." It melted my heart to hear Jim's
voice showing a little fear and a great deal of longing.
I stood behind Jim and we both looked into the mirror in front of us and
I smiled the biggest smile I am capable of. My lace covered breasts
cradled his head and I kissed the top of his gorgeous long hair with my
shiny red lips. I gripped the side of his head with two hands and drew
the back of his head deep into the cleavage of my bra. I wanted him to
feel my sex. I wanted him to grow hot with desire for whatever I was
about to do to him. I had no desire, at this time, to let him know I knew
about his proclivities. That was his fetish. I wanted to show him,
without him thinking I was pandering, a fem side that he did not know he
had. I wanted him to think that this new activity was all my idea and
that he should find out wether he enjoyed it or not.
So with that goal in mind, I started an easy conversation with my
husband, as for the first time, I was going to give him a wet set in my
beauty salon.
"You know, Jim, my mother could tell my moods at any time of the day or
night. And she knew just what to do to make me forget my troubles and
relax under her fingers. Nothing she ever did for me was more relaxing
than to slowly and precisely section and roll my hair. She was so gentle
but still firm in having to have just the right pattern in the rollers
and just the right tension being held by the picks. I have never
forgotten the feel of her fingers gripping my locks and rolling them down
to the scalp with just the right amount of "ouchiness" when she drove the
pick home. I am going to try to give you that same relaxing thrill I had
in my early girlish years. I know you are a man and men do not get wet
sets and you probably do not want one now, but let me have my fun."
I could see Jim lower his eyes when I said "you probably don't want one
now." It was hard for him to not blurt out his true feelings, but to him,
that would have embarrassed him in front of his wife.
"Wendy, dear, this is a shock to me. But anything you want while wearing
that bra and heels, I will be totally willing to give to you. Having you
give me a wet set seems odd for a wife to do to her husband, but as you
describe your mother's loving touch, I think I can tolerate a wet set at
least once. Besides no one else is around. I know I have been a little
bit of a slouch in the kinky sex dept. My bad. But maybe this new twist
you have thought up will get us both in the mood for new and different
things in that department.
"Miss Wendy, my head is in your capable hands. Roll me up!"
I squeezed his head one more time into my cups and watched his eyes as
they glazed over with the knowledge that he was about to have his dreams
come true. At his wife's insistence! I bet he thought he had died and
gone to heaven. Well, let's see how close to heaven we can come.
Though his hair was still quite damp, I still pritzed a large amount of
warm water on his head and added a setting spray which would do it's
magic under the heat of the dryer.
I positioned my self to his left side and placed a round tube brush and a
rat tailed comb in one hand and held the other hand out to Jim.
"Since this is a woman's salon, I am going to treat you as I would any
other female client. I hope you don't mind, but it will make me feel more
like giving my husband a wet set is a perfectly normal thing for me to
do.
"So, MISS Jim, please hand me the first curler for your set. Tell you
what, for luck, give it a kiss and I will do the same. I promise I will
not get lipstick in your hair. Missy, you are going to really enjoy this.
I am very good!"
Tentatively, the first curler came up from the pile in the tray in front
of Jim. I took it eagerly and placed it in holding in the cleavage of my
bra. Oooh, it was a rather prickly little guy. I would usually have a
blouse with a chest pocket to hold the sucker. Wait till Jim feels thirty
or so of these gems sticking him in the scalp!
I attacked a wide swath of grey/blonde hair near the front of Jim's hair,
leaving a nice amount for bang rolls later in the process. I had been
thinking all day about what pattern I would use on my husband and what
style might result after brushing and combing. I had a good idea what I
wanted for my husband. The result would be a swept back pageboy, with
bubble roll bangs, teased to enlarge the volume and the height, with
shoulder length under rolls to frame his ears for earrings and to caress
the soft collar of whatever blouse may be coming his way. I think that
Jim may have a great deal of relaxation in his future.
As I divided the first handful of hair into three sections, I pulled
gently and firmly so that Jim knew who was in charge. I selected the
first section to be curled and took the curler out of my cleavage (Ouch)
and placed it at the end of the strand. Just the right dimensions.
Haven't lost my touch! Without even thinking about the fact that I was
setting my husband's hair, my talent and learning took over. The roller
wound itself effortlessly over and over about six times before it tightly
collided with Jim's scalp.
Jim jumped. I patted his shoulder and asked: "Missy, give me a pick!"
The pick came immediately. I could not help myself, saying to myself,
this is for not telling me your secret all these years. I rammed the pick
home into the curler and, unfortunately, into Jim's scalp. I hope he
doesn't cry. He didn't, though he did give a little sissy yelp.
His eyes were firmly fixed on the mirror in front of him. I had thought
about turning him so he could not see what was happening to him. But
decided that it was better that he see each and every step of the process
he found so engaging on the internet. So that he could see that it was to
him that this womanly process was being done, not to some nebulous
internet entity. Because I love him, I was happy and determined that he
know what it really meant to have a woman's wet set. And maybe a lot more
in the female world. So far his eyes showed that he was EXTREMELY
interested in what was being done to him.
I pulled another section of hair and asked: "Miss Jim, give me the next
roller."
It was quickly in my bra.
"Miss Jim, it seems strange to me that I am calling you "Miss Jim." Jim
is a man's name and you are getting a woman's wet set. Would you mind if
I called you something else? Have you ever thought about what your name
would be if you were a woman?"
"Oh, ah, well, uh, you know I have always liked the name "Shirley." Don't
know why but it always sounds so soft and feminine. If I wanted to be
soft and feminine, that is."
I pondered this statement as I wound another perfect curl into my
husband's hair. It matched the first perfectly. Jim was going to have a
brickwork pattern he will never forget.
"Shirley, please give me another curler!"
We worked as a team for a long time. It was amazing how many curlers
Shirley's head accepted. Occasionally I would spray a little more water
and setting lotion into Shirley's hair to keep it moist and pliable. I
think the best part for me was standing directly in front of Jim/Shirley
to position the bubble bang rollers over his forehead. I was able to
stare directly into his eyes as the roller wound it's way to a position
which would yield a feminine bang to frame his brows and eyes. The only
thing left to do was to set the short hairs at the nape of his neck on
small rollers which would give a delicate curl to add the finishing
touch.
I stood behind my husband, Shirley, and placed a hand on each side of his
set. I pressed with a good amount of pressure, causing the prickly mesh
rollers to stab his head. I held that position for about two minutes. He
must understand that not all is soft and happy about a wet set or about
being a woman. I gave one last spray of setting lotion over the entire
head and placed my hands on my new client's shoulders. The satin of his
robe was soooooo smooth. The pattern of his rollers was soooooo precise.
I true work of art, if I say so myself. My best wet set ever and it was
given to my husband. Who would have thunk it!
"Shirley, you know what we have to do now? We, you that is, have to be
baked. Just like I was as a young girl. Mother always said that the wet
set was the ice-cream sundae and the dryer was the cherry on top. if you
are feeling relaxed now, wait till you experience the dryer. You are not
afraid of it, are you, you little Shirley girl, are you?"
It was the strangest experience to have Jim look up at me with soft
innocent eyes, framed by curlers on all sides. The look in those eyes
needed no words. I reached behind me a pulled out a pink netting scarf
from the drawer along side me. Swiftly I positioned the net over Jim's
curlers, front and back, and tied the long ties into a sweet bow at the
nape of Jim's neck. The tie ends floated so girlishly down his back. I
held out my hand and gently allowed Jim to rise out of his styling chair
and follow me to the huge stainless steel machine lurking in the far
corner of the room.
I turned Jim around and helped him get comfy in the old pink leather
chair. His arms feel naturally onto the arm rests, like he had done this
all his life. His feet found purchase on the raised foot rest and he
leaned back in the chair, just like any Shirley would do. He was sooooo
cute in his curlers and net and robe. My husband.
I handed him two relatively new Cosmopolitan magazines.
"Some reading material for the next hour. Why don't you check out all the
lipstick ads and be ready to give me a report on the new fall lip colors
when I raise the hood in about an hour?"
He just smiled a shy smile and accepted the magazines and looked up above
his rollered head to see me lower this massive womanly machine slowly
down, down, down, until all that could be seen of Shirley was his shy,
slightly worried, smile. I patted the machine. "Do your job. Make my
husband beautiful." The machine did intimidate me, ever so slightly, and
I am a woman.
I pressed the "High Heat" button. I pressed the "One Hour" timer button.
And I pressed the button over my heart which controlled how I felt about
this feminization of my husband. I hoped I was doing the right thing.
(to be continued)
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Readers: What do you think? Was I doing the right thing?
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