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It all started with "So, honey. What do you want for your birthday?"
Part 2
I nodded. I followed my wife into the salon through a side door into a
private room. There was a thirty-something attractive MLF standing there
waiting. She looked at my wife and spoke directly to her. "So this is
him."
She nodded.
"This is what he wants?"
My wife laughed. "It's his birthday today. It's a fantasy surprise for
him."
The operator grinned. "It's his fantasy or yours?" I looked her over. She
had jet black hair cut into a long pageboy. I noticed her footwear
immediately. My wife called them sitting down heels. The heels were very
high; I was guessing four inches. The boots were shiny back leather and
were very high disappearing under her tailored white operator's coat. She
was gorgeous looking with dark lashes and blue eyes. Her figure was
amazing.
My wife looked her in the eye. "It's his fantasy, but I don't mind."
The operator nodded. "Okay. Let's get started. I'll get the hairpiece."
She reappeared with a styrofoam head with a black wig cut and shaped into
a long pageboy just like hers. She held it up for my wife's approval. Then
she looked at me and shook her head. "This really is his fantasy?"
My wife sighed. She turned to me. "Pull down your underwear and show her."
I blanched but did what she ordered. I pulled down my panties and showed
her my restraining device. Of course, she saw my hairless crotch at the
same time.
The salon operator touched me then grasped it too hard and squeezed.
I moaned. I don't know if it was painful but the humiliation was
delightful. I felt myself leaking. The operator collected it and pushed
her now lubricated fingers in my mouth. I squirmed with pleasure and
pushed my mouth into her fingers. I hummed as I licked them clean.
As the operator again investigated my restraining device, she looked at my
wife.
She turned away from my wife and looked me in the eyes. "The device is not
locked?"
My wife smiled. "It's his first day. We're just trying it out to increase
his pleasure."
Looking directly in the operator's eyes, I had a strange thought run
through my mind. I was happy my wife made me clean myself out throughly in
the bathroom this morning.
The operator looked at my face and shrugged. "We'll start with makeup."
She wheeled over a large cart and got out a bottle and an oversized cotton
ball. She used a strange smelling astringent to clean off my face, neck,
and my bare skin down on my neck and shoulders.
Then, she started a small electric motor on the bottom shelf of the cart
and sprayed all my skin with air to dry me off. She hooked a bottle to the
machine and started spraying me with what looked a very thin coat of
foundation.
She touched it. Even though it went on wet, it was already dry to the
touch. I watched as she adjusted the spray wand to feather in color around
my eyes. Then she worked on my cheeks to emphasize my bone structure.
She put the sprayer down and worked on my brows. I felt her plucking but I
expected that. I watched my wife's face since I was turned away from the
mirrors. Her face went from surprised to pleased. I also saw hints of lust
and contentment in her eyes.
The operator left my face and concentrated on my ears. I felt many sharp
probes, pulls, and tugs. The pain was refreshing.
We had to stop while I cleaned up the pool of liquid I was steadily
leaking into the chair. I thought it would be appropriate to get on my
knees and lick the seat clean.
Finally, the hairpiece was placed on my head, and the wig was centered.
Then my hair was carefully pulled through tiny holes in the cap. When the
operator finished, the wig was snug to my scalp and couldn't move freely.
She sprayed my hair and wig. It was saturated with a strange smelling
liquid. My scalp grew very warm. The operator then watched the clock. She
grasped my hand and led me to a reclining chair over a sink. She washed my
head and ran a comb through the strands until my hair had been completely
blended with the wig.
I was swiveled around and looked in the mirror. I nearly swooned at the
vision I saw.
I heard the voice of the operator. "The wig is real hair, and your own
hair will continue to grow, too. The cap of the wig is already bonding to
your scalp and melted into your flesh. It will be fully attached by the
time you leave here. Tug on your hair and see,"
I did as I was told and it all felt natural. The wig had changed my
hairline and my male pattern baldness was gone, too. My hair appeared
thicker and looked beautiful. I admired my new piercings and counted the
number of holes.
I touched my skin, and it was perfectly dry. I was hesitant to rub my
makeup for fear of smearing it.
"It won't smear. It's been absorbed deep into your pores. The application
is good for three months. You'll still need to apply mascara, liner, and
lipstick every day just like every other woman does."
I looked at my wife who put her fingers to her lips. I still wasn't
allowed to ask any questions. I smiled.
The operator had attached a different container to the sprayer. "Open wide
and keep saying ah."
As she sprayed inside my mouth, l heard my vocal cords start to tighten.
She stopped when I reached a mid-alto range. "There. We will refresh that
spray each Friday when you come back until you don't need it anymore. Come
on, now. We have a lot of ground to cover."
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