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A story unpublished by Darlene and posted in her remembrance. Beautiful Bald Bitch I guess it all can be traced back to my wife's illness, she had cancer. It was eventually fully cured with chemotherapy and drugs completely but the Chemotherapy left my wife balding and even when her hair did grow back it was much sparser than before. Of course this was only the beginning of the problem, I certainly added to it doing the things I did. My wife bought several wigs to wear to cover the problem. She used to love big bouffant hairdos and I certainly liked seeing her in them. This is what caused the 2nd event to happen. One day when she wasn't home I don't know why but I tried on one of the wigs and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Well I certainly wasn't beautiful but it did kind of make me love like a woman. I decided if I had on makeup like a woman and proper clothes I might look pretty sexy. So the next time the opportunity present itself I shaved very close put on some of my wife's lingerie, panties, bra, slip skirt and blouse and then proceeded to make myself up. Of course I was inexperienced and a little nervous. But I applied foundation, powder, blusher, eyeshadow, mascara and black eyeliner and finally red lipstick. Then I put on the wig again and put on some of my wife's jewelry, nothing too much just a pearl necklace and a pair of pearl dangling earrings. This time when I finally looked in the mirror I was stunned. The addition of the makeup and clothes and now I really did look like a woman. OK, I was no stunning beauty because I'm in my early 50's and a man, but all in all I though I looked pretty sexy. I started to stroke my cock and masturbate in the bathroom mirror that was the 3rd mistake because now I was hooked so to speak. I couldn't seem to get enough of staring at myself in the mirror. Every time my wife left the house I dressed up and made up and choose one of the wigs and masturbated in front of the mirror. I was so used to doing this doing and so intensely involved in staring at my own image that I never even heard my wife return until she stood there in the bathroom doorway watching me masturbate while dressed in her clothes, makeup and wig. "What the hell are you doing?" "Jesus, you're wearing my clothes and makeup and one of my wigs." "Are you a fucking fairy?" "No, no honey I can explain, I, I, I just was fooling around," I stammered. "Oh you're a fool alright, that's for sure, and masturbating too, I can't believe it, come on out of there to the living room." "OK, sweetie, I'll just get undressed and I'll be right out." "Who said anything about undressed, stay just like that while I talk to you?" "Please honey." "No, please just do as your told sissy." I the living room she studied me in silence, looking over me everywhere. The silence was maddening and I felt so silly and humiliated but I didn't want to anger her by speak first so I just sat there. "So you like dressing up like a woman?" "No, honey, I..." She cut me off. "What do you mean no, you were standing there fully dressed and made up like a woman wanking off in front of the mirror." "You're lying to me to make matters worse." "Did you like the image you say, tell the truth." "All right, yes I liked looking at myself like that, but I'm not a pansy." "Oh I saw you are." "Not a good one of course too many things wrong or missing, but I'd say you're a sissy faggot for sure." I wanted to argue back, but I couldn't. First it would only piss her off more when I was trying to calm her down and second because I did like looking at myself in the mirror, and she'd know I was lying. "Well if that's the way you are I can tolerate that." "But what I can't and won't tolerate is a half ass job." From now on if you what to dress up, you'll have to follow my rules of be punished." "Is that understood?" I was so frightened and humiliated I didn't know what to do so I simply said, "Yes dear." I nodded as if satisfied and then was silence again for a few minutes. "Go in the den and get a steno pad out of the draw and then come back here." "Why..." I started to ask. "Don't you dare ever question me sissy, just go do it." I submissively went to the den retrieved the steno pad and pen and sat back down. "Now the reason for the pad is we need a list to correct all your deficiencies." "Now write all the things on tell you down on the pad sissy and remember to use the list and kept the pad handy." "First on all you will never ever again dress as a woman unless your body is completely hairless stupid." Women do not have hairy legs or underarms, or any hair for that matter." "Therefore from now on you will always be completely shaved, everywhere, legs, arms, underarms, face, even your crotch, and oh yes shave off your eyebrows too." "Women do not have bushy eyebrows." "But honey I can't do that," I protested. I can see your not getting this concept yet." Without further word she got up when to the bedroom and return with something but I couldn't see what. "Get over here and get across my knees sissy faggot." I didn't want to but I was trying desperately to defuse the situation. I climbed over her knees and lowered myself. She immediately pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and start to spank me with a hairbrush. It stung like hell, but she held me down and continued. "please honey." "Honey, how dare you call me honey, from now on you will call me Madame, and I will call you." She hesitated for a moment. "Miss Darla Sissy Bouffant." The spanking continued until I agreed to everything she said. I cried like a baby in shame and humiliation, now not only dressed like a girl but spanked and chastised like a girl. When it finally ended she said, "Now go back to the chair pick up your pad and write what I tell you." "Yes Madame" All the fight and resistance was out of me now, I simply followed instructions and wrote on the pad. "Read it back to me sissy Darla." "No hair anywhere, completely shaven like a woman, no hair on crotch and shave my eyebrows off." "Yes good, you're a good little steno girl now let's continue." "Next item, you will not use my clothes faggot, I will buy you appropriate clothes after tomorrow." "I don't want you ruining my things." "Until tomorrow night you can use my things, but after that don't ever touch my things unless I give you permission." I dutifully wrote it all down. "Next item, full makeup at all times, I never want to see you dressed without wearing complete makeup." I scribbled that down on the pad too. "That included false eyelashes and all the other things." "Next after tomorrow, do not use my makeup; I will buy you complete makeup tomorrow." "Next item, at the end of everyday I will set your hair in curlers and you will leave them in until the next day at 4:00pm when I will take them out and styled your hair." I was busy scribbling furiously on my steno pad. "Each night when I set your hair you will learn and watch what I do within 2 weeks I expect you to be proficient enough to set your own hair." "You will sleep overnight in your curlers just like a real girl sissy, I hope you like the feeling on sleeping in rollers and a nightie." "Next item." I was already starting a 2nd sheet. "At 4:00pm every day I will style your hair into an appropriate bouffant hairdo for a lady and you will remain this way until bedtime when we will again set your hair after you shower." "Again you will sleep in your curlers and continue to leave you hair up in curlers until 4:00pm the next day." "Oh and remember just because tour in curlers does not mean I don't expect full make up." "Remember I said full makeup at all times, unless you're showering or sleeping." "You will never disagree with me or argue with me or resist my orders." "If you do you will again be punished over and over until you obey without any hesitation." "Do you understand sissy girl?" "Yes Madame." "Good." "Next item." Your makeup is atrocious, I will show you how to do makeup starting tonight and you will watch, listen and learn." I will give you 30 days to learn how to style your hair and do your makeup on your own." "After that you'll be punished if your hair is not styled properly or if you makeup is not done expertly." I scribbled all this down on the pad. "Last item." "You will begin to learn to act, walk, talk and gesture like the feminized, sissified faggot you are." "Failure to do so will again result in punishment." "I will give you 30 days to learn these things from my instructions, demonstrations, pictures or video." During that period I will not punish you for failure, I will only teach you" "However make no mistake I will punish resistance if I detect it." "At the end of 30 days I expect you to have all these things down automatically so that you are a proper lady for me." "You may lay down you pad, but keep it handy and refer to it often." "Now kneel in front of me." I laid down the pad and knelt in from of my wife. She truly was quite beautiful and glamorous and I loved her bouffant hairdo and her beautiful makeup was turning me on, especially since I was dressed the same way sort of. "Now eat my pussy you little whimpering fairy." I needed no second invitation since I figured this would please her immensely and take some of the anger out of her. I thought she might make me do this for a couple of days just to frighten me and make me repentitive, little did I know. "Do not mess up your bouffant hairdo Sissy Princess Darla." I licked her pussy for 15 minutes bringing her through several orgasms. "Now go get my curlers from the bedroom." I started to say what about I honey when I caught myself just in time. "Madame what about me?" "Oh you mean you'd like some sexual pleasure too?" "Yes Madame, I'm well very excited right now." "Well you'll just have to wait sissy boy until I'm ready." "Don't worry, you'll get your in the end," she laughed. I guess this was a good enough promise of sex later, so I scrambled off to retrieve her rollers and supplies. She set my hair in rows and rows of pink plastic curlers until my whole head hurt my scalp was pulled so tight. God knows how many she used my guess was over 45 or so. Finally she placed a black hairnet over the curlers and a ruffled pink plastic shower bonnet over that. "Now go in the bathroom and shower and remove all the hair I told you to remove when you come out I'll have your nightie ready sissy Darla." I did as instructed, careful not to wet the curlers even though the bonnet protected them. Now completely smooth all over with even my eyebrows gone I prepared to step out of the bathroom. But she stopped me in the doorway. "Not so fast Princess Pushy." She pushed me back into the bathroom and examined me in the bright glaring bathroom lights. "Good job darling, I'm proud of you, you followed my instructions perfectly for a change." She then handed me a baby doll nightie in pink with a pink rose at the centre cleavage and marabou trim on the sleeves. "Now you wanted sex darling, go ahead and look at the cute sissy in the mirror in curlers and a nightie and you may continue where you left off when I came home. I hesitated thinking, was she really demanding I continue masturbating myself as I had been when she came home. Apparently I hesitated too long. The hairbrush came out and she started to spank my ass again. "Wank yourself off you little sissy faggot." "Look at the cute adorable sissy in the mirror and milk yourself fairy." "She wacked my ass hard several times and now I grabbed my cock and started jerking myself off quickly. "That's right sissy boy look at yourself in the mirror in curlers and milk yourself. I stood there in rollers and the hairnet and the nightie and nothing else and I did as instructed. I though it would take longer because I had on no makeup at all, but after all the activities and the curlers in my hair I came within a minute. "Very nice sissy boy, now clean the sink up and we're going to bed. I did as instructed and followed her out of the bathroom. I started to follow her into the bedroom. "Where do you think you your going silly fairy?" "You said we were going to bed," I stammered confused. "We are, but you don't get to sleep with me anymore." "You're a sissy now and sissies only sleep with men or other sissies." "You sleep in the spare room tonight." "Tomorrow after I shop we'll have all your new things placed in there." I know there was no sense arguing and I was too tired, too sore, and too uncomfortable to do it anyway. I went into the spare bedroom and laid down in my nightie and curlers and cried. What had I gotten myself into and how far would she go. As exhausted as I was I found getting to sleep in the curlers difficult, but I finally drifted off, unfortunately it was while thinking about wanking off again in front of the bathroom mirror. The next morning he was still in the nightie and curlers eating breakfast when his wife got up she glared at him. "Get my hairbrush." "Why," I said. "Get my hairbrush." He immediately got the hairbrush. "Get across my knees again. I lowered myself over her knees again. "Why am I being punished?" "Did I not tell you to never appear before me without full complete lady's makeup?" "But it was in your room." "That's your problem, not mine." She started spanking him again and again his sore ass was on fire. "Tell I you will never forget again sissy." Yes Madame, yes I'll never forget again." "Then go get made up and pick something to wear." I returned 45 minutes later all made up and still in curlers, not now wearing one of her skirt and blouse combinations. The skirt was tight, but the blouse was loose because I didn't have any real tits. "Well it sloppy but acceptable I guess," she proclaimed while examining me. She was already dressed to go out. "Alright then clean up the breakfast dishes, the kitchen and the rest of the house while I'll go like a good sissy housewife in pink curlers." "I am going shopping for your new things." When I return we will take your hair out of the curlers." Until them make sure you leave them in." "Yes Madame." "Good." She left without another word and didn't return until 3:30pm. When she did, she wasn't alone there were three men with her. I scampered to hide in her bedroom until they left. I didn't want any one to see me in curlers and makeup. "Get out here sissy Darla, they're gone." I now realized there were delivery type men helping her carry in all the things she had bought home. I re-entered the living room shyly. "Afraid of those big bad men seeing you in curlers sissy?" "Yes" "Well get used to it, because lots of men will see you in curlers in the future." "I've put all your new clothes, makeup and other things I've purchased in your new room. You may put them away after I comb you out and supper." "Yes Madame," I replied. Now my hair was pretty long for a guy, I liked long hair, but while the curlers were easy to put in my wife complained that it was not nearly long enough for a full size lady's bouffant. "Therefore tomorrow you will have your first salon visit and get some conditioning and hair extensions and some other treatments too." "I will make the appointment for you." "We do want a pretty sissy Darla now don't we sweetie?" "Yes Madame I replied. She finished teasing up hair and spraying it over and over until she was satisfied. "Well you look passable for right now anyway." I looked at myself in the mirror and I had a nice bouffant hairdo. I touched the hairdo and it was all lacquered into place. "Yes darling, touch it like this and pat your hairdo into place. She showed me the gestures and mannerisms she wanted and I tried my best to duplicate them. "Very nice for a beginner Darla, you're starting to look just like a homosexual sissy already." We ate a light supper and of course I cleaned up. "You may now go to your room and put away all the things I've purchased for you." She watched TV while I went to the bedroom to put away the packages. To my surprise the room was littered with hundreds of packages. I got a couple of garbage bags and began unwrapping things and putting them away. It started out easy enough, but then I began discovering strange things. First I noticed that all the clothes were extremely slutty looking in my opinion. Then I started coming across even stranger packages, sexy toys and what looked like bondage type accessories. A red harness ball gag, two pairs of leather ankle and wrist cuffs both padded on the inside one was pink and the other black leather. A bondage discipline helmet, another, again one in pink and another black. As I unwrapped these items and put them away I was becoming very frightened about her plans indeed. Most of them I understood, blouses skirts, dresses, panties bras, bloomers, even a French maid's outfit but it was the other accessories that I discover and put away that scared me. And some of the shoes my God!! I could never walk in them. Extreme spike high heels in pumps, sandals and platform shoes and even some spiked high heel boots that looked wicked. The lower ones where only 5" inch heels others went up to 12" high heels with platforms, they looked frightening. When I was finally finished I had four full bags of garbage from all the wrappings but everything was put away. I dragged the garbage bags into the living room and said, "Everything is put away Madame, but we have a lot of wrapping and to throw." "So throw it out stupid." "But I can't go out there in this bouffant hairdo and makeup and women's clothes." "Of course you can, I told you to get used to it, eventually many people we see you in curlers or with your hair all styled sissy boy." "Now throw out the garbage, you can put a kerchief over your hairdo if you like." Seeing it was no use arguing I went back to my room found a kerchief among the things I'd unpacked and placed the bright red triangle over my hairdo and proceeded to take out all the garbage. Fortunately to one was around and I managed it with only one lady walking her dog spotting me, she barely glanced at me, thank heavens. She probably presumed I was just another lady doing the chores. "See that wasn't that bad, you're a girl now get used to that fact." "Now eat my pussy you little faggot and do a good job." Again I spent the night in curlers after she set my hair again at the end of the evening and I was left to sleep in my rollers again. This time there were no dreams of the mirror in the bathroom this time I dreamed of all those frightening shoes and exotic female costumes. This time in the morning I was smart enough to shave and apply makeup and dress before leaving the bedroom. She was already up and finished with breakfast." Well don't you look adorable in your pretty curlers sweetie?" I blushed under my makeup but was actually proud she thought I looked cute. "Your appointment at the beauty salon is in a half hour so hustle it up sweetie pie." "Aren't you tasking me over there?" "No darling, I'm going to the bank and running some more errands to set up some things for you, drive over there yourself." "In curlers and makeup." "Yes, in curlers and makeup." "And don't forget to take a purse darling, lady's always have a purse." "I bought you several yesterday, I'm sure you unpacked them." I wanted to protest, but I knew she was just itching to spank me again. So I drove to the address she gave me frightened every second that I'd be arrested or that people were staring at me in curlers. I arrived though without incident parked the car and went in to a place called "Pink Poodle Tresses." "Well aren't you adorable, you must be Darla, and you look so cute in curlers darling." Obviously we was expecting me and was not the less bit upset I was in curlers and all made up. "Darling lashes honey," she said referring to my large thick false eyelashes. Well I was still nervous but obviously see was not at all upset by a man in makeup and curlers. "Come in sweetie, we got a lot planned for today for you." I spent the next four and a half hours getting hair extensions, having my hair bleach a champagne blonde and receiving several conditioning treatments. I was told these treatments would make my hair stronger, longer and shinier suit for a true bouffant hairdo. However I was still left in curlers in the end because she said my Mistress has ordered that she wanted to do the styling and curler removal at home. However my face was now really made up in an expert manner and I looked quite stunning and sexy if you ignored the rollers, but such is the life of a girl. She examined the work when I got home and as usual at four O'clock she removed the curlers and combed out the big new beautiful bouffant spraying everything as she went. The smell of lady's hair spray was everywhere, but it the end I now sported a huge towering bouffant hairdo again lacquered into place. With the expert makeup that had been done I looked sensational a real knockout of an older woman. Even Madame approved and she spent the evening making me model and practice. First it was how to carry a purse properly, and then it was walking in a pair of those new high heels, which wasn't easy but made me feel very girlie and yes a lot gay and homosexual too. That part was humiliating but I was pleased at all that I'd accomplished. I was getting used to being a humiliated homosexual fairy. I learned how to display my hand with a limp wrist in a faggoty manner and how to act and talk very effeminate. She made me keep taking notes in my little steno pad and she told me to study them at night before going to bed to make sure I was complying with everything. And so my life continued for the rest of the month. I'd become quite good at doing my makeup and I had certainly learned a lot about hairstyling and was becoming passable if not great yet. Every couple of days it was back to the Pink Tresses salon for more conditioning touch- ups and whatever and I was learning a lot there too. Every night I pleased Madame through the use of my tongue or one of the many sex toys she's purchased. Yes! she began to use a butt plug and harness on me to introduce me to the pleasures of anal intercourse. The butt plug was locked in and made me wiggle and mince like a fairy, looking very effeminate which pleased Madame greatly. I spent every day and overnight in rollers and the butt plug in my ass and it was removed when my hair was styled. I was getting in to a routine and I actually like being a sissy faggot now and mincing and swishing around and displaying myself to Madame. One trip to the beauty salon had me in 2" long acrylic nails painted bright red now. This took some getting used to using my hands again, but boy did they look feminine and sensational on me. In time I got used to them like all the other changes. I got used to driving to the salon or the grocery store and I rare occasions when I thought it was safe I even did a little cock teasing and flirting with men who whistled at me or commented. I was a homosexual sissy faggot now and I love being girlie and all the attention it got me. My hairdos became bigger and more bouffant with each passing day as I become more skilled. I experimented with the makeup until I was an expert at creating different looks for my eyes and lips. By the end of the thirty days I guess I had passed the test and Madame was pleased with my new skills. Thank God. Because I received enough punishments for other minor infractions along the way. Last week I got a perm and another bleaching. The permanent wave that was given to me was what the hairdresser called a root perm. The perm rods were really small and were rolled very close to my scalp, they really hurt and I was wearing them as the perming solution and then the neutlizer was added . After heat treatment with a ''wrap around hairdryer'' with the hairdresser testing the curls as they dried I was becoming very tearful but the hairdresser just ignored my plight and casually mentioned that all women even half women like myself suffered for ultimate beauty. I had become almost like a sissy faggot hairdresser. Right now I had a bleached blonde hairdo in a bubble style lacquered to perfect and I'd done it all myself, I looked fabulous for an older woman, quite hot. After several months of this in my new sissy faggot lifestyle, I was a total mincing queer and I love playing the role to the hilt and so did Madame. She announced we were going into a private spa and beauty salon on vacation, were both of us could be styled. I asked if this was wise for her with a sparser and vanishing hair, but she told me not to worry she had a plan. The salon was obviously VERY private and we were easily booked in and lead to our rooms. The next morning my salon ordeal began. My hair was of course washed and conditioned again and then set in curlers and I sat under the dryer awaiting further instructions. While I was being giving the full salon treatment, nothing had been done to my wife; she just sat there watching me be feminized in her wig. Finally they came to do her and to my surprise the removed her wig and started to shave her head bald. It was very bizarre to watch this while under the dryer in rollers. But it got even more bizarre with her head now fully shaved a makeup girl made her up very heavily, very dark makeup almost black on her lower lids and white below her arched eyebrows. I just sit there in my curlers, hairnet and makeup and watched all this take place silently. Huge black false eyelashes were used on her and with her overdone black makeup she looked absolutely wick and evil but still feminine. Huge long dangling rhinestone earrings were placed on her making her shaved head look even more bizarre with all the makeup. The only word that came to mind was 'Total Cunt Bitch' a real dominant wicked woman. I must say she excited me and my sissy cock was openly displayed and hard and of course I had a cock in my ass while sitting under the dryer too. Then a beautiful red satin turban was produced and put into place to hide her bald head. It had a big blue jewel in the middle right in front and I must say it was quite ultra feminine but still bizarre looking. I found the look very exciting. I was taken from under the dryer and my makeup was removed and now reapplied. IO still had no clue was to where this was leading, by my now bizarre wife supervised my new makeup application. Several layers of foundation were put on me then loose powder over that. My eyebrows were pencilled in even higher and more severe than ever before in an intense black shade. Several shades of eyeshadow followed, almost black on my lower lids and then blue and purple blended together followed by white just under my new brows. The area it covered was extensive with my higher brows and the makeup was quite professionally done and detailed. My cheeks were accentuated in a tawny shade blusher which really helped to feminize my ''man'' face Next came the false eyelashes, three pairs on very long and feathered the other only slightly short but thicker and more fully. This was glued over the feathered ones and then they were both glued to my upper lids. The weight and length of them was incredible. Total whore eyelashes and the constant weight of them reminding me I looked like a total cunt. But there were not through. The other pair was glued to my lower lashes and then everything was blended in with masses of jet black extra lash mascara. I had huge made up eyes. I was like a transvestite fetish slut whore. My lips were outlined in black, but also way over extended the black Cupid's bow outline was far beyond my normal lipstick. They were obviously going to make my lips huge. Why I had no idea. Another beautician came and turned off the dyer and started removing my rollers. My hair was backcombed fully from the roots then teased sprayed and curled over and over, each layer adding new curls and volume and height. My wife watched as the new hairdo took place and asked the hairdressers to alter this part, tease some more at that area, add much more lacquer and I silently endured all the treatment. Aqua-Net hairspray smell was everywhere it invaded my very nostrils, and the smell of makeup, cosmetics, perfume and other salon smells invaded every pore of my body. I now had all glamorous mature women's bouffant hairdo, the biggest I've ever seen in my life. But I was still unaware of what Madame had planned for me with this hairdo and makeup. They finally seemed to be satisfied with my new hairdo and makeup and finally the lipstick was brought out. My wife supervised the picking of the shade and then my huge lipsticked lips were finally filled in. I now had the biggest, reddish my outrageous co0ck sucking lips I'd ever seen. While I should have been upset, I wasn't. I was so wild and outrageous I actually like the look I was such a faggot. I looked like a cock sucking whore and I adored it. But I was still in the dark as to what was to come. The salon door opened and two new beauticians entered. More hairspray and then I was put back under the dryer to cook in my new bouffant hairdo. And bake I did with the dryer on low heat and that towering bouffant hardening. The two new stylists redid my wife's make up touching up things and adding little details. Some tiny jewels placed on the rim of her false eyelashes, things like that. Then a bizarre process started. They removed my wife's turban and proceeded to cover her head with a silk liner of some kind. It covered her entire head from the back of her neck to the front where a normal hairline would be. I t was taped into placed and then finally glued down with an adhesive. I still had no glue what they were doing to her. But it was obviously something she had ordered because she made no protest whatsoever. Then to my surprise the two special hairdressers grabbed my arms and bound them to the salon styling chair. The dryer was turned off and removed and a wide satin boned neck brace was placed around my neck that held my head erect and immobile. I was strapped into and my head and neck immobile and now I was frightened beyond belief and I started to protest. A red rubber ball gag was placed in my huge lipsticked lips to silence me. Then to my utter surprise and horror the two beauticians produced a very small precision electric hair trimmer and started to shave my head right at the very root, carefully cutting each hair at the root as the towering bouffant was removed from my scalp. It took a long time as they worked slowly but the end result was the entire bouffant had been lifted very carefully to preserve the full bouffanted style from my now bald scalp. Why would they ruin all the hours of work they'd slaved over and shave my head. Now I was the bald headed cunt without a hairdo but fully and heavily made up. They took the removed wig and sprayed the inside with hairspray to harden the roots and then placed the wig on a stand to dry. My head was again shaved to remove any stubble then they applied the same shade of foundation make up and loose powder to my recently shaved head and I couldn't utter a word of protest gagged and in that neck brace with a cock in my ass and fully made up. The ball gag is removed from my mouth finally. The only thing I can think to say to my wife is "Why Madame." "Because I needed your hair dear." "My own was failing and the wigs were just not suitable for me and as a transvestite they will work well for you." "But your own hair was perfectly conditioned, very healthy and now it will be my hair." "Tonight you we be my bald headed transvestite sissy cunt, but tomorrow you will start to grow your hair back again and when it is conditioned enough and long enough we will repeat this process." "But tonight dear we will have some very kinky sex and for your contribution tonight you will be well rewarded." I was finally released and we went to our room and what a night of kinky sex it was two heavily made up bald headed bitches. There was no 'Milking' for me tonight. Tonight Madame sucked my suck with great fervour in the end but before she would do that I was made to suck off two other male salon guests. So I sucked my first two cocks as a sissy faggot. Madame provided a very nice platinum blonde bouffant curled and teased wig before they arrived and she was my beautiful bald headed Mistress and dominant that made me suck they cocks. I do admit I enjoyed the kinky action and the whole night's fun and of course as I said tonight in ended for me in a blow job from Madame after the others had left. A night I will never forget. The next morning Madame went to the salon alone where my hair was now glued into place on her head and my hair now became hers. We returned home and our life fell back into the old pattern, which I now enjoyed. Every several days I went to salon for conditioning and shampooing but there wasn't enough hair yet to do anything with. As soon as the hair is long enough we'll start with the extensions again and of course more conditioning at the salon in the meantime I wear various wigs to complete all my sissy faggot roles. I do miss being in curlers a lot and I can't wait to my hair to be long enough again for setting. Madame tells me she has found another couple around our age that have similar interests, it seems the wife like dressing the husband up like a hooker and making him suck other transvestite's cocks. She is arranging a meeting for the weekend. Thank God I practiced learning how to walk in those 12" gold glitter platform shoes. My practice will come in handy now. I hope he has a nice shaved sissy cock like mine; I can't wait to suck it for Madame, now where did I put my white fur jacket? A hooker might get cold. The End