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Maybe some of you ladies have done so. For me this was the first time I
have given my husband a female hair style. Sort of hits you right
between the boobs. As a professional hair stylist and cosmetologist I
have done ultra fem styles on hundreds of women, and even a few men. The
men I kind of enjoyed. They were so sweet. Putting themselves into my
hands. Knowing that their masculinity was going to be buried under my
skills. For the most part, they really became rather cute young ladies
or matrons as the case my be. I had no problem with that or them. Why
shouldn't a guy be allowed to be pretty and feminine if he wants to?
But now I had before me the perfect curls belonging to my husband. Up
till yesterday I had no idea curling and styling my guy's hair would
ever be something I had to do. He was the stud I married 23 years ago.
For all those years he was Adam to my Eve. Kind of strange to know that
now Adam may be asking to borrow Eve's bras. It never occurred to me in
all that time. Maybe it should have. Maybe I wasn't paying enough
attention to him. And to his needs and desires and quirks. There had
been a few times when we were playing around that I had playfully
attacked Jim with my lipstick while he was rather other wise occupied
within me. Now that I think about it, those times did produce a rather
extremely satisfactory experience for both of us. Really I should have
put two and two together, right there and then. You know the strange
thing is, I have had a fantasy many times in the past that I would be a
dominatrix and Jim would be my sissy slave. If I let the fantasy build,
there was nothing I would not do to Jim in the sexy confines of my
imaginary beauty salon.
And in my fantasy, Jim loved every sissy minute of it.
But I never acted on my fantasy. And it seems Jim never acted on his
fantasy, either. Too bad! Maybe we missed out on years of mutual fun.
Now back to the task. Shirley sat quietly and expectantly, thirty
sausage curls covering her head. Her face made up in the softest of
female colors. That was it. No drag queen. Just a guy, I guy I love,
with certain feelings, needs and desires. And you know what? I am just
the woman to give my guy all he desires. He has done the same for me all
these years. So watch out! The hair is going to fly, the hairspray will
fly and he may not have any hair left after I do my super teasing on his
curls. But I am going to enjoy this. And so is he!
I have a picture in my head. Doris Day in the late forties or early
fifties. Cute as button. Quite used to wet sets, if you can believe the
pictures. Demure makeup. Check! Wet set curls. Check! Soft flowing
curls and waves, sculpting a sensuous structure behind each ear,
allowing the earrings to standout and shine. The curls flip upward
behind the ears and continue to flip around the back and to the other
side.
The crown is teased and high with bouffant volume which magnifies the
structure of the curls at the ears and the nape of the neck. The bangs
drape sensually in two dips, from left to right, across her forehead,
caressing the womanly peak of her drawn brows. The bangs flow
effortlessly into the side waves and point to the dangling earrings with
a sexy perkiness.
Put this picture into your mind. Now transfer that picture to your
husband. OHHHhhhhhhh!
Did that get you wet, Ladies? I hope so. It did me.
"Wendy, are you going to do something, or not?"
Back to the business of testing the limits of what my husband REALLY
wants done to him.
I pushed open the towel that was wrapped around his chest and quickly
tweaked both his nipples.
"Ouch"
As the towel fell loose around him in the styling chair, I quickly
draped a pink, flowered print, nylon cape over his seated body and
snapped the collar tightly shut around his neck. Now all that was
visible of my husband were his curls and his makeup. Scrumptious!
"Prepare yourself, Shirley darling, to receive a hair do that would make
Elizabeth Taylor green with envy. All for you, my darling! Enjoy! I know
I will!"
I put my hands on Jim's shoulders, naked under the cape. I could feel a
shudder go through his body. A slight jolt of static electricity jumped
between us. Seems appropriate. I kissed the nearest sausage curl and
gave him one more pat on the shoulder. I was now in my element. I was a
beautician and this man needed to be beautified.
Hands, brushes, combs, pins, clips, sprays flew around Shirley's head.
It was like a precision robot machine, welding in just the right spot,
cutting just the proper forms, bending just the right angles. My hands
had a program they were carrying out to perfection. The wet set had done
it's function perfectly. The pieces I had to mold and define sprang at
once to my every command. That included my husband, who tilted his head
as told and accepted each and every whisk and tease with dignity and
innate femininity. As the volume of his bouffant increased, so did his
breathing. Teasing and backcombing tested his endurance to pain for
beauty.
He withstood the onslaught of the electric curling rod with commendable
womanly grace. I could feel his tension build as each segment of his
"do" was lacquered into place with cans of industrial strength
hairspray. At last I handed him the clear plexiglass face screen to
shield his makeup from the blast of the final astringent holding spray.
He had a "do". My husband, my lover, my friend, had been beautified by
a professional and he had survived.
If you can call sitting there with his lipsticked mouth hanging open, as
he stared into the mirror, surviving?
Eventually he spoke. Very tentatively, very softly.
"I am beautiful! I can't believe it! I love it!"
I did too.
At last he dragged his eyes away from the feminine vision in front of
him, and turned to me. His eyes were moist, even to the point of my
worrying about his mascara.
"Wendy, my love, you are magnificent! I never thought it could be like
this. That you would make me beautiful. You know I love you, now more
than ever. You could have ran away from me. But you did not. You ran to
me, to love me more and more. Thank you, dearest."
I took his hand and stood him up from the styling chair. We stood there
for a minute, face to face. The professional beautician surveying her
work. And it was good. The newly minted Gurl took my hands and placed
them gently on her waves. Lovingly I brought her face closer to mine.
Shirley and I kissed, lipstick to lipstick, woman to woman, husband to
wife.
We spent several minutes together, joined in happiness, and thrilled by
an expectancy which came over both of us at the same time. At last I
pushed away from my husband and took in his beauty, beauty which I had a
large hand in. There was something magical going on in front of my
eyes. My husband looked happy. The happiest I had seen him in years.
That happiness wafted over me and stood the hairs on my arms straight
up. This creation I had been a part of could be the start of a new
chapter in our marriage. A renewal or love and caring and trust in each
other.
But many things would have to happen to make this magical moment last
for a long time. There was a lot of work and a lot of trust to happen
yet between us and between us and the world out side.
"Shirley, you are a beautiful woman. And a wonderful, caring, loving
man. I can see the happiness and the hope evident in your eyes. Now we
have to make some decisions. Do you want to continue in this vein for at
least the next two weeks? Your hair is lovely. Your makeup is stunning.
But that is all that constitutes "Shirley" right now. If you wish to
continue, and I have to say, I think I would enjoy the ride if you do,
you have to understand that female clothes and more advanced makeup and
femininity training have to take place. I will not be part of a scenario
where I keep a sissified man as a toy. If you are to be a woman, if only
for two weeks, there is much we have to do to make you the most
confident and interestingly feminine woman you can be.
"So, my lovely, are you happy so far, and do you want to see just how
girly you can be?"
"Oh, Wendy, thank you, thank you! I don't know what the future may
bring, but for the next two weeks, since you have nicely arranged a
leave for me, I would like to see how it is to feel the feelings I now
feel, but even more so. I know you love me. And I know that right now I
am not the macho man you married, if even a man at all. But with your
help, we can figure out what our future can be. No matter what happens I
will love you and, given what you have already done for me now, I know
will love me, no matter in what form I present to you. Yes, I am happy
with what you have done to me. And, Yes, I want to use these two weeks
to find out just how girly I am or I can be. What's next?"
My God, with seeing that hair do and that makeup, I could see myself
turning into a lesbian. Seems to me that I would be having the best of
both worlds, hetero and lipstick all the way. Win, win!
Shirley had taken up the hand held mirror and was admiring the curls
that flipped up on the back of her neck.
She had already mastered the fluffy hair pat all females do when they
have a new "do". She is a fast learner.
"Well, Tootsie, you obviously can't wander around town, girl from the
neck up and tractor sale man from the neck down. You need clothes,
female clothes. Lingerie, casual, dress, enough to last two weeks. You
need your nails done. I am not that good at manis and pedis. We will
have to go somewhere for that. You will have to be fitted for the proper
undergarments. That should be fun. For both of us. Speaking of being
fitted, I have no shoes you could get into. So shoe store for Mylady! I
can do your hair and teach you to do so also. The same with your makeup.
But you have to have your own makeup, I don't want any of your germs.
You are going to get real friendly with all those nice young ladies who
lurk around the display cases in the department store cosmetic areas. We
have to get started right now.
"What I think we should do is while you are freshly coiffed and made-up,
let's get you into an androgynous pair of your white shorts and a loose
fitting peasant blouse I have in the back of my closet and a bi-sexual
pair of your open toed sandals. With your hair and makeup, that should
be enough for today's shopping. Let me call and see if they are free in
about an hour."
"See if who is free, darling?"
"The nice ladies who are going to put you into bras and girdles and
corsets and panties, that's who!"
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