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How Much Glamour Can You Take By: Darlene LeQueene Dedicated To Denise UK I guess if fate had never changed my direction I might never have met her. Fate sometimes plays funny tricks on you. It seemed such a simple thing that changed the whole direction of my life. So simple, but the course it changed was far from simply or easy. My current girlfriend only a casual girlfriend, because I liked her hairstyle asked me to drop her off at the beauty salon on Saturday afternoon since her car was in the shop, she should be picked up at approximately 4:00pm. I agreed being the helpful boyfriend that I was and that's how my life changed. I have always been interested in what goes on in beauty salons, but also a little embarrassed to actually go in one. Well I mean it's such a ultra feminine sanctuary that you'd never really see a man in there, unless he was a hairdresser I guess. I when in at 4:00pm to pick up my girlfriend and was informed she'd be about another 10 minutes and to have a seat at one of the chairs by the reception area, and that's how I met her. I was seated in the padded chair waiting when this older woman came up to pay her bill. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. She was much older about 60 I guessed although it was hard to tell because she was wearing a lot of makeup. But somehow she radiated a great sexual appeal in waves even from a slight distance. I tried to make believe I wasn't staring at her but I was. She was so gorgeous my cock was already stirring to life. I surprised myself because of her age. She would not of course be everyone's cup of tea. To start with she was obviously very old, but still. And of course there was the amount of makeup she was wearing, much, much more than a normal amount to be sure, but I thought she looked stunning all made up like that. I like all the makeup as heavy as it was. She look so artificially feminine with it, but still somehow very sexy. She caught me staring and smiled at me. Embarrassed and ashamed at being caught staring I lowered my eyes and stared at my lap. When I looked up again she was standing directly in front of me still smiling. "Do you like," she asked in a husky voice with a sly smile? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare or be rude, but yes you are obviously quite beautiful," I said. Her seductive smile widened a little and she said, "Well then thank you for appreciating all the work that was done, and it was quite extensive." "Do you like bouffant hairdos and makeup?" Again she was smiling that sly looking little smile that says I know something, or I can read minds. "Well, no not exactly," I stammered shyly. "I just thought you were exceptionally feminine and beautiful." Her slight smile seemed to have a sort of wicked look to it. Like she was plotting something devious but still smiling, a politician's smile but rather then detract from her beauty it seemed to enhance it. It seemed proper on her. "Well darling, I think you might just be kind of friend that I might like to have." Her long red nailed and bejeweled finger held out a business card to me. God those nails looked sexy and wicked. I'd never thought of woman's nails as wicked before but that's the description that fit hers. And those dazzling cocktail rings. Most women didn't even bother wearing one nowadays unless it was a wedding ring, never mind rings of each finger. But they were somehow so mesmerizing and sexy on her. "Call me if you feel the same way sweetie." She smiled once more and then turned and left leaving a cloud of very exotic feminine perfume behind her. I sat there like an idiot for a minute or two too stunned to move. Finally I looked at the card she'd handed me all it said was Denise UK, Glamour For Everyone and a phone number. Fashion consultanr perhaps, Model, who knew? I tucked the card in my wallet just was my girlfriend appeared. "Sorry I was late Danny, they were running a little behind." I of course complimented her on how good she looked as we headed for the car, but the truth is my mind was still on the other older woman. I dropped her home and then went home myself. Once home I relaxed and took the cards out of wallet and stared at it again. I knew I really wanted to call it. 'Glamour For Everyone' what the hell did that mean? She was a little strange to say the least, but God almighty was she feminine and sexy. I couldn't get her out of my mind she was making me crazy. Jesus why would I care about her she was so much older than me. I tossed and turned in bed that night thinking of her. I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. Her beauty was so over the top glamorous that it actually gave her a slightly hard look, did I really like this artificial hard edged look. I thought about it and hated to admit it, but yes, somehow as overdone and artificial as it was I did like. God where did that come from? I liked her big bouffant hairdo it was obviously not anywhere near the current standard of woman's hairdos, but somehow it was very exotic and exciting to me. It looked hard lacquered into place, not at all the soft feminine curls his girlfriends usually had. It looked like it might be stiff to touch, but the hell was he all of a sudden finding that exciting. I mean really exciting, exciting enough to make his dick hard. I was completely taken by this woman. I wanted to play with her more than I've ever wanted another woman in spite of her age, hard edged hairdo and very over done makeup. The next day I started to call the number on the card, then stopped, then started, then stopped. Why was I obsessed with this overly made up old bag? By still I couldn't get her image out of my mind. I went through several repetitions of this, undecided as to whether I should call her. How silly I was acting like a love struck schoolboy but I was in my 50's myself. I usually liked girls in their 30's and might be as much as 30 in the OTHER direction. I closed my eyes and could picture those nails, that hair and that colorful makeup. Finally I dialed the number and her husky voice answered. "Ah, Denise, this is Danny, we met at the beauty salon the other day and you handed me your card by the cash register." "Yes Danny my darling, I remember you." "You complimented me on my makeup and hairdo." "Yes, I did," sort of stammered out. "I was wondering if you might like to meet for dinner or something?" I could almost feel that seductive wicked smile even over the phone. "I think I can go you one better darling, how about some cocktails and private conversation tonight at 8:00pm at my house?" Again I could feel that wicked over confident smile leering at me almost looking down at me. "Why yes, that'd be fine." She gave me her address and thanked me and hung up. Again it was a strange response. What woman doesn't want to be taken to dinner? Or for that matter invites strange men into her home on a first date. But somehow I felt compelled and driven forward. I already had vague visions of making love to her or kissing her. I tried my best to spiff up for the evening paying extra attention to my grooming. When she opened the door for me at 8:00pm I was again stunned by how exotically feminine she was. Almost bowled over by how over done she was. Her cloud of perfume again enveloped me making me quickly excited again as I followed her to the living room. We settled into easy chairs and started conversing in general terms as I watched her beautifully made up face, her big hairdo and her exotic long red fingernails gently holding the glass. Her flashing cocktail rings as her hands moved and the gentle jingling of her other jewelry. I watched her swaying long dangling earrings. I think I was on my 2nd scotch then the thought first entered my head after listening to her talk at length. No it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. But the more she talked the more the thought persisted in my mind now that I'd thought of it. She watched my face closely examining my expressions almost as if she could read the thoughts going through my mind. She smiled that wicked seductive smile again. "Figured it out finally have you darling?" It took you a while. Stunned and unwilling to be extremely and socially rude if I was wrong it would be a disaster. But I was left with no choice, I finally said in a soft voice, "You're not really a woman are you?" Well there it was it was out there was no retreating from that remark if I was wrong. She's be really pissed and throw me out, but she didn't. There was that wicked smile again. "Well darling as long as you remain calm, discreet, and well behaved and behaved we can discuss that, otherwise I'll have to ask you to leave now." So why wasn't I leaving? I was sure now and I should have been leaving in a huff, but I wasn't. I slowly nodded my head in ascent to stunned to do anything else but stare at her and nod. She seemed so confident in the fact and not at all excited that I'd said that. See saw I wasn't going to cause a scene so she continued because I just sat there dumbly. "Yes dear, your right I'm not a genetic woman, but you must certainly admit I had you fooled for quite a long time now didn't I dear?" I couldn't believe it. Bad enough I'd been lusting after an old woman, but worse yet now I found out I'd been lusting after a man. I mean let's face it living in London this was certainly not the first transvestite or sissy I'd ever heard of or seen. They seem to be everywhere here. But certainly none of the ones I'd ever seen were as sexy and heart stopping as her. My face was turning beat red like I was an embarrassed schoolboy, rather than an offended and tricked man. But I wasn't sure if it was from the shame of actually falling and having the hots for a guy, or the fact that even though she'd just admitted she was really man I still couldn't get the thought out of my head that she looked so sexy and exciting. What was wrong with me, why wasn't I protesting and leaving immediately? "And now I suppose dear you're wondering to yourself why after what I've told you, you still think I'm sexy and exciting?" I was shocked, how could she possibly know the thoughts I was just having. "Don't be surprised, dear, I'm over 60 and I've got lots of experience at reading expressions dear." "And your not the first to wonder why your not yelling and leaving." "I rarely pick incorrectly these days, although it has happened in the past. I nodded slightly, afraid to do anything else. It was uncanny how she could almost read my mind. She called in reading my expressions, but I think it went a little deeper than that. "I'm afraid you're going to need another scotch to help you absorb all this, aren't you dear?" She took the glass from my hand and refilled it with another scotch. Still I silently just stared at her. I was looking for signs of outward masculinity that I now knew should be there and would completely turn me off. But unfortunately none came. She still looked as hot and glamorous as ever. "I believe you'll find my next statements even more shocking dear." "You're here my dearest, because you're a little sissy faggot and when you saw me you wished you could look just like me." Now this was too much it was time to leave. I started to jump up in protest, but she raised her feminine hand softly and waved me back down to the couch and said, "Be calm darling, relax." "That's preposterous, I'm not a homosexual I picked the wrong woman, I mean you picked the wrong man, well you know what I mean," I stammered stupidly, confused. She said. "Well dear, as I've told you I've got lots of experience reading expressions and picking people and your look was one of slight awe at my beauty, stunned silence by my image and almost a sexual longing in your eyes." "All of these things combined tells me that your one of those rare men that appreciate my type of beauty, which isn't normally for everybody." ""In fact you like it so much you wonder what it might be like to play with a woman like me, perhaps even be like me." "Don't be upset by that thought darling." "OK, I'm am truly sorry Ma'am, Sir or whatever, but that's quite enough for me." "I believe the time has come for me to go." "I'm sorry for the mistake or if you thought I as homosexual or whatever." "As you wish darling you're free to go, but you'll be back." Like hell I would. I hastily left thanking himor her or whatever, trying to maintain some good manners and social grace. All the way home my mind fumed over the fact that I'd been so stupid to desire her. A fucking man for Christ sakes, what the hell was I thinking and why hadn't I left and the nerve of her telling me I'd be back, ya right! Then or top of all that to have her tell me on top of all that, that I was a homosexual or a sissy or whatever. The nerve of her, what a wacky broad. See there I went again a broad, she wasn't a broad she was a guy, I mean he was a guy, Jesus how confusing. Two weeks past but I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. I wanted to forget it and put in the the past, but her image kept returning in spite of my best efforts. Jesus what was wrong with me, I was actually considering calling her again. What to apologize, what for? I didn't even know. Was I really homosexual or a sissy like she'd said, Jesus, why couldn't I get her out of my mind in was making me crazy. Finally after two weeks more a month had past I could no longer stand her total glamorous feminine beauty eating away at me anymore. I called her. I expected her to be angry, but she wasn't she was her same cool, calm collected self. She didn't even seem surprised to hear from me again after a whole month had past. In fact it felt like she never expected me to hold out beyond a couple of weeks. "I'd like to talk again," I said quite directly. "Of course Danny dear no problem, I'd love to chat with you again." We set a time and I once again found myself in her living room. I had hoped she's look crappy to me now that I knew, but she didn't. In fact she looked better than ever. "Why did you say I was a sissy?" "Do I look or act like a sissy or a homo?" She laughed. "Because you are darling, you just haven't been dressed up yet." "But I can always tell." "Don't be alarmed but this" She casually lounged on the overstuffed chair like she was discussing the banal thing. "When your as experienced as I am dear and you've met as many sissies as I have it easy tosspot the reserved quiet novice ones." "You can see that secret longing in another person's eyes that says they like makeup and hairstyles other normally would not anymore." "Because not all men would like my heavy makeup or my extremely big bouffant hairdos." "Most would find it repulsive." "But those that get that slightly glazed looked in their eye. That slight look of awe and desire, those that do are a special type of men like darling." "I can see it in their eyes. I see that they not only like me. But they are beginning to wonder beyond that to what it's like to be like me." "What's it like to be made up like that?" "What's it like to have a hairdo like that, or be prepared to have a hairdo like that." "What it might be like to have big tits or long nails, or wear high heels." "Trust me darling when your experienced as I am you can read the vague thoughts like that going through their head." "I read those thoughts and expressions on your face dear." "Somehow they have a secret longing to be just like me, most don't even know it." "Well I hate to admit to it but to my surprise I have been dreaming of playing with you even after I figured it out." "But I'm not a sissy or anything like you said." "Well I'm truly sorry darling but there's only one way a man gets to play with me dear, and that's to become just like me, otherwise I'm not interested in macho men." "I couldn't do that, I mean, I, I, really couldn't." "If that's your decision dear, I understand completely and as before you're free to leave if you can't handle it, no hard feelings." "But I truly think you can do it darling." "I know it's frightening to think of it." All men are frightened by the type of actually doing that." "You're nothing new." "But give in to you're your secret desires and experience what real sexual bliss is about dear." "Have you ever had a sexual bliss that wasn't over in 10 minutes darling?" "But one that goes on and on for hours and hours from the first second to the last." "I'll bet you haven't." I'll bet you've never lasted more than a short while." Imagine a sexual experience that went on and on for hours and hours." "I, I couldn't, no I couldn't," I stammered, "I'm not that way." "Everyone would call me a homosexual." "What everybody dear?" "Do you see anyone else here?" "Have I asked you to go out as I do?" "There's only you and I here darling no one else." "No one to call you anything except me." "And certainly I could care less if your homosexual, in fact I want you to be homosexual, I desire it intensely." "There's no one else dear, only you and I." "But I mean I could never do like you did, you know the beauty salon." "Oh dear, is that's what's troubling you sweetie?" "Well as I said, I'm very experienced and I would never expect you to do that type of thing publicly as I do." "But here in my home I have my own salon and my own special methods of training a novice sissy." "No one else is here to object or make fun of you or anything like that dear." I should have gotten up and left right then, but as you well know readers I didn't, I couldn't I was still mesmerized by her, like a deer caught in the headlights. Her long thick black false eyelashes, so fake and phony, yet so glamorous and sexy. I was fluttered, her beautiful made up eyes were so gorgeous, her big bouffant hairdo was so exciting and feminine. Her long red nails that I could easily picture wrapped around my cock as those jeweled cocktail rings stoked my penis to climax. That stunning black dress and those exotic 6" spike high heels, she was so damn seductive and sexy I just couldn't leave I sat their dumbed, wanting to protest but not doing it. "So dear, you're still here, I take it you'd like to play?" I couldn't believe it but I meekly nodded my head yes. "Answer me sissy girl." "Yes Miss Denise I'd like to try playing with you." "Well then darling the first rule for a novice sissy under my guidance is that you should never again call me Denise only 'Mummy'." "That is the proper way for a sissy to address an older woman such as myself." I hesitated, picturing her as my Mummy and the thought excited me so much that my penis was rock hard. Perhaps she was right, I was a homosexual sissy. I guess I was going to find out because I could bo longer resist her. "Well then darling here is what you must do, you must go home and return tomorrow evening at 6:00pm with your body completely shaved." "I want you to shave your legs, your arms, your crotch, your underarms, everything, girls are not hairy darling, and I'm not going to do that part of it for you." "Everything else I will do for you." "Besides it will show your new commitment to Mummy dear." "Do that for me darling and Mummy will take of the rest, and I promise you a night of sexual enjoyment like you've never known before in your entire life." At home the next afternoon I couldn't believe I was actually doing as she instructed and shaving my entire body to please her, but I was. I was so curious now to know if the sexual delights she promised were actually as good as she claimed. I told they trly might me which is why I couldn't resist. Completely smooth now from head to toe I dressed casually as she'd instructed and drove to her house. When she answered the door I was even more stunned then I'd been before, because instead of being in one of her trademark big bouffant hairdos she was still in curlers, pink curlers. Lots of pink curlers, so bright and so pink I was stunned, or was I stunned just to see her in curlers. Her head was completely covered in pink plastic rollers with tiny pink picks holding them in place with a black woman's hairnet over them. I've should have been turned off, but I wasn't. I've never seen anything so sexy. "Come along sissy girl," she said as she pulled me inside. "Let's see if you've complied with Mummy's wishes." I stared at her made up face and her long dangling rhinestone earrings and curlers. I should be grossed out or something, but I wasn't in fact I thought she looked every bit like a suburban Mummy a very sexy and glamorous one. Or at least what I perceived as a glamorous Mummy to be. In spite of her age, the words that came to mind were, cute, adorable, oh so feminine and girlish. Jesus I was really going off the deep end here. It seems the more bizarre this turned out the more turned on I was. Could there be truth to her statement? She ordered me out of my clothes and I stood there naked in front of her as she examined me. "You missed a section darling," she said. "No Denise I shaved everything." She gave me a very harsh look, and I realized my mistake. "No I'm sorry Mummy, I shaved everything." "That's better darling, but you missed your eyebrows." "Look at mine darling, girls to not have bushy eyebrows dear." "Lady's have high thin severely arched eyebrows." "We'll fix that when your in the styling chair sweetie." "Other than that you look like you have the beginnings of a proper sissy faggot." I winced at being called a sissy faggot, but said nothing. I was too humiliated at this point to say anything, not believing I was actually doing this. "Well dear the first thing to attend to is giving you a girlish figure." She produced a wicked looking black and pink corset. The corset itself was black lace with pink ruffled trim. She placed it around my waist and proceeded to tighten in down. How bizarre was this, here was this woman all made up and in pink curlers putting me into a woman's corset. Hell she wasn't actually a women either, what was she? Technically he was a man putting another man into a woman's frilly and fancy corset. Or was he a sissy? Like me? Was she My Mummy? Already my mind was awash with various thoughts. I was too confusing and complex to even comtemplate, all I knew is somehow I want to continue. But no matter what they were my penis seemed to be enjoying them immensely because it was rock hard and sticking out quite excited. She tightened the corset tighter and tighter until I thought I'd be cut in half and then she tied it off and produced a matching black lace bra, with the same pink trim. As she placed it on me the bras seemed to be the opposite of the corset. Where the corset at first seemed way to small for me to wear, the bra seemed much to big. But that floppy image was soon remedied by a pair of big latex breast inserts. I then sat as she pulled long black nylons up my legs following her instructions. The feel of the nylons on my freshly shaved legs was surprisingly electrifying. Finally she produced a pair of pink frilly panties, which at first I thought were standard frilly girlie ones. But they turned out to be special 'Sissy' panties as she called them. "These are especially designed for naughty little sissy girls like you darling." These had a frilly ruffled hole in the front for my sissy penis to stick out through the ruffled opening. Leaving my penis on display for her to see while everything else was tucked away in the panties. "Now thank Mummy for your wonderful new lingerie sissy girl." "Thank you Mummy they feel wonderful and they are very pretty." "Of course they are dear." "I told you being Mummy's little sissy faggot would be fun." "This is only the beginning of the joyful feelings you'll have dear." "Makeup time darling." I was starting to get used to the corset a little and while it was uncomfortable it certainly was sexy, the nylons felt fabulous and the experience of wearing a black lace bra with those big titties was actually a turn on. I'd always loved big tits, and now I was the one who had them. So I was eager now to continue the experience with lady's makeup. God I really was turning into a sissy faggot, was it the clothes that did it to you? Or did you really want to do it before the clothes were actually on you? An interesting thought. Was it Mummy herself At the makeup table Mummy started making up my face like a girl. First as promised me shaved around my eyebrows until there was hardly anything left which frighten me, but she warned me to be quiet, that women had beautiful arched high arched brows not unruly bushy male brows and that she could have made it worse by plucking them all out like a real woman would do. Then it was lots of foundation to cover my male beard and skin, then loose powder with a big fluffy brush, which felt delicious. With those in place my eyebrows now seemed to be nonexistent now. What little had been left was now covered with layers of makeup. But that was only for a few seconds because she immediately and carefully started penciling in new eyebrows on me with lady's black eyebrow pencil. When she was done I was shocked at my now emerging feminine face. The eyebrows were indeed very high and severely arched changing the look of my whole face dramatically. I would never have believe that a single tiny change like that could such a monumental change in my whole face. I did look like a woman now. Even more accurately I was beginning to look like her. "Beginning to feel like the little sissy faggot you should be darling?" "Is it starting to seep in that you love like and you want to be a sissy for Mummy?" "Yes Mummy," I dutifully replied. She smiled at me and gave me tiny little light kiss careful not to muss her lipstick. But it was enough to excite me even more. I wanted to kiss those red lips I adore kissing those lips. I never thought kissing a woman in rollers or curlers would be exciting several weeks ago I would have found in disgusting, but it now all of a sudden it was. Something about it seemed so feminine and girlie. I was involved now in a process forbidden to men, denied to men. And I realized I liked the process and I didn't want to be forbidden and I liked Denise taking over to the other side. I realized of all the vast area now open to women denied to men that I wanted to explore. Next she went to work on eyeshadow, blending several shades together, first a very dark gray almost black on my eyelids then a deep purple above that and finally a white below my arched brows. "What a fine little sissy you look like for Mummy," she said. "Tell Mummy you love and adore her and Mummy will give you another sweet sissy kiss." I jumped at that immediately. "I love you Mummy, you're so beautiful." She bent down her big earrings swaying next to my face and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could taste her lipstick and it tasted divine. I could even smell all the cosmetics and they smelled divine too. Again almost as if she could read my thoughts she said, "You'll like the taste of kissing with lipstick even more fairy when you're wearing your own red lipstick." "But lady's like us kiss in a special way darling and you'll have to learn how to kiss like a sissy girl without messing your lipstick." "Believe me you will find it better than your old style of kissing." Next came long thick black false eyelashes like hers. She glued these to my lids deftly and I had to keep my eyes closed as they dried. When I opened them my lids felt so heavy, it was like a constant reminder I was wearing lady's false eyelashes and they were so long and thick that for the first time in my life I could not only feel, but see my own eyelashes. I batted them several times, it felt somehow so exciting even wicked. I was very turned on now and longed to stroke my cock. I started to place my hand in my lap, but she noticed and slapped my face lightly. "Don't even think about doing that yet you little faggot." "Mummy will tell you when it's alright to play with yourself, but right now that's Mummy's job and Mummy is not ready to do that yet." "So sit still darling and relax or Mummy will have to punish you." "I know you're excited over your new false eyelashes you little sissy faggot." "You adore being all girlie now right sweetie." "I know the feeling dear." "You feel like such a homosexual now and toy find all of a sudden you like the feeling." "I know, I know darling." Next she did my black eyeliner enhancing my eyes even more and then came red blusher for my now girlish cheeks. God being made up like this was turning me on so much. Finally my lips were outlined in a dark red and filled it with red lipstick. God it felt so good and tasted so divine. It was heaven. "OK pansy, time for the first fun part you get to be set in curlers just like Mummy." "But before we get started on that let's take some pictures of the makeup work." She took dozens of pictures of me in my girlie outfit and made up face. I thought I looked horrible without a wig, but she said I'd get used to looking like this. I was now half man with my protruding cock and bald head and half woman in my sexy lingerie and painted face. I looked like a total homosexual fairy. But she seemed to delight in it and oddly enough now I did too. She made me pose in various girlish effeminate poses while she clicked off one digital picture after another. She adored me posing and I was so excited I really got into it. I accommodated her my acting as effeminate as I knew how. "So pretty you are now darling." "My precious little girlie-boy is going to bring Mummy lots of pleasure. Sissy pleasure that Mummy likes. Pucker your lips and blow a kiss like a girl." "Feeling like a little homosexual faggot now darling," she said. "Yes Mummy actually I am." "Good that's exactly the way you should feel." "But it's so humiliated to be seen like this I'm not a girl." "Get used to the humiliation it's good for little homosexual sissies like you." "You look divine you little faggot." "You need to feel the humiliation and accept it, revel in it." "your Mummy's little homosexual faggot now darling, there's no going back anymore." "Bat your big false eyelashes pansy." "Ooooh, how pretty girl." "You look so adorable as a faggot." "Give Mother another kiss, but carefully and slowly darling don't spoil your lipstick yet." I kissed her gently, Our lips barely brushing together. Well she was right about another thing too. Usually my excitement over sex lasted only for a few minutes, but as she gave predicted I had been sexually excited the whole time and she's already been at it for and hour and a half. She was right this sexual buzz lasted for hours not minutes. I was beginning to understand. "Now for your curlers darling, come to Mummy's special sissy salon chair I walked over to the indicated area but when I saw the chair I balked because protruding up from the seat was a long while male cock attachment. "Oh no Mummy please, you couldn't, I won't." "I don't want that." "Please, no, no." She slapped my ass hard several times and I howled. "Of course you will darling, that's what all sissies are waiting for to be fucked just a girl." "You're a girl now, a homosexual sissy girl." "Sissy girls all adore a cock in their boy pussy." "Say I'm a girl, I need cock Mummy." "Say it bitch!" "Yes Mummy, I'm a girl now and I need cock.'" She lubricated the cock with some kind of liquid and ordered me to sit in my salon chair impaling myself on the cock. Slowly with much girlish whimpering and pleading the cock was in my ass and I was fully seated my ass flat against the chair. "Good girl, feel nice to take that cock sissy" "Maybe you need a Tampon like a girl later on too." "Feel good sissy girl?" "No Mummy it's very uncomfortable." "Poor girl, all part of your training darling." "Sissy girls love their pussy filled dearest, get used to it." "Of course it's humiliating and uncomfortable." "It's suppose to be darling." "You must learn to love that cock." Now settled on that cock she produced a long blonde wig and proceeded to glue it to my head with a special glue. She tested by pulling on the wig to make sure it was firmly attached. Then she ran a wet comb through it in preparation of setting. Soon the whole wig was damp and the setting began. She rolled the curlers very tight and in the beginning they were only slightly uncomfortable but as more and more were added they soon became quite uncomfortable. I finally decided to say something. "Mummy the curlers actually hurt a little." "Well of course they do darling." "Beauty and glamour know no pain dear." "You do know that little sissies must suffer to be glamorous and beautiful." "You do want to be a lady, don't you?" "Yes Mummy." "Well then dearie, stop your sissy whining and be a good sissy and accept your pain and humiliation so you can be a girl." More and more were added until my entire head was covered in pink rollers. 48 in all she informed me when she was done. She placed a black hairnet over them tightening it down even more. I felt so crushed by the curlers, some was a physical part and some was a mental crushing of my maleness. "Aren't you adorable sweetie," she teased. "But not glamorous enough darling even in curlers a girl likes to look pretty." She produced a pair of long rhinestone earrings, very big, heavy and ornate and screwed them onto my earrings. "Special sissy earrings darling, no clip on or pierced darling, these are designed to screw down onto the earlobe." "Very old fashioned, and also quite uncomfortable aren't they dear?" "Yes Mummy, quite uncomfortable." "Soon they'll really hurt dear, but a sissy must make sacrifices to glamorous darling." She gave them a little squeeze between her fingers making them hurt even more. There was that wicked cruel smile again, "Suffer in your feminization sissy girl." "Now we're going to start treating you the homosexual faggot you are so be uncomfortable and humiliated you deserve in sissy." "Well I think your ready for about a half hour under the dryer sweetie," she reached for the switch, then hesitated. "Oh but there is one more thing darling, to make you feel girlish, feminine and very sissyish." She flipped another switch on the side of the chair and to my surprised the cock in my ass started moving and vibrating. I wiggled in discomfort but she cautioned me, "Sit there a take that cock sissy faggot." Then she turned on the heat to the dryer too. For a few minutes she just watched me, and my face as the cock moved in my ass and the dryer blow it's hot air. "oh darling Mummy really gets off on this." "This is what Mummy lives for." This is what Mummy does all the work for." "Watching you suffer in complete sissyhood dear." Then she reached down and smiled that wicked smile and stroked my sissy cock with her long red nails and jeweled fingers. Her large cocktail rings flashed brilliantly as she stroked. "Feeling like a little sissy faggot now dear?" ""You will no longer be Danny." "From now on you'll Darlene the little sissy faggot who loves being a lady for Mummy and getting fucked in the ass." "Wonderful isn't it dear?" I whimpered and moaned as the cock and the dryer worked. "Your going to become Mummy's sissy cock sucker now." "That the only way Mummy lets naughty boys like you play with me." "Tell Mummy what a little sissy faggot you are darling." "Yes Mummy I'm a sissy faggot." Do you like getting fucked Darlene?" "Yes Mummy" "Ah dear, Mother is going to show you many sissy pleasures, this is only the beginning of glamour darling." "Now while Mummy strokes your cock I want you to look in all the mirrors and she what a sissy faggot you've become under my guidance." "Look at your pretty sexy face and makeup, look at your curlers and look at your earrings and your lovely clothes." "Feel the control Mummy has over you." Feel your maleness slipping away darling." "Feeling like a slut and whore getting ducked now." "Isn't it wonderful to be a girl darling." "Mummy's been doing it for 50 years dear and now you'll join me." I could only moan and pant in reply. "You really do look so adorable and helpless as a girl darling." She started stroking my cock again. "Look at the pretty sissy girl Darlene in the mirror dearest." I did my long thick false eyelashes, my smooth made up complexion and blushed cheeks, my elaborate eye makeup and those long swaying rhinestone earrings. In spite of the pain of the dildo I couldn't help it I did feel sexy, and very pretty even in the curlers. The pink curlers made me look so girlish and feminine and the makeup so womanly. Only a few minutes more darling, suffer for your glamour Darlene." She stroked my cock and soon I was spurting my white sissy cream as she called it. "Such a goof girl darling." Lick it off Mummy's fingers you slut." "Get used to the taste of male sperm filling your mouth faggot, love it!" I hesitated and she slapped my face. "Lick it up sissy girl, get used to it." "It's only the beginning of lots more cock and spunk." "I licked it off her fingers," and she smiled at me. "Very good Darlene, just like a lovely little sissy cocksucker you were meant to be." "I told you I knew men like you." ""You the shame, the humiliation and all the cock you can take in your ass and your mouth because you're my whore now." She turned off the hairdryer and turned off the switch to the dildo. I felt so weak and helpless it had been such an ordeal. But the orgasm I'd had was the most intense and the best of my life. Still I felt weak and exhausted now, and the earrings really hurt and the rollers now under the heat were even tighter and pulled at my scalp. "Well Darlene, that was the sissy maintenance part, now comes the truly glamorous part. I didn't think I could take anymore. She helped my weak body from the dryer chair and the cock finally came out. She lead me to another salon type chair she called the 'Styling Chair'. I winced because this one too had another cock protruding from the seat. She lubricated it and smiled, "Go ahead Darlene, you know what to do now sit on that cock and ride it slut." I didn't want to, but I felt so weak and helpless I said nothing but just hovered and then slowly lowered myself onto the cock. "Good girl, Darlene, very nicely done dearie." "I adore watching your expressions and sounds darling, you turn Mummy on taking that cock." Thankfully she then started taking the pink rollers from my hair. She sprayed it thoroughly with hairspray and then started teasing it up. This time I was faced away from the mirror she said she didn't want me to see until she was all done. She teased and sprayed and teased and sprayed over and over. I was totally stiff and lacquered as hers had appear in the salon that first day. She was right I had now become exactly let her. I thought she'd never be done using and abusing me. But finally she pronounced the creation done. She added a rhinestone necklace and several rhinestone bracelets to my wrists. She even added a big rhinestone jeweled pin to the bouffant hairdo. Again she turned on the dildo in the chair and said, "Now you sit properly like a good girl while Mummy finishes off her hairdo and takes some more pretty pictures of you for your new scrapbook." "Girls like you adore looking over their scrapbook and all the girlie things they've submitted to." "Now pose nice and show Mummy what a pretty little bouffant faggot you are." She was gone almost 45 minutes but I was getting used to the cock fucking me, and she'd left it on a low setting. When she returned she was her original glamorous self. Her hair had been teased into an immense bouffant hairdo just like mine, her makeup touched up and she was dressed very glamorously in a seductive black dress and 6" spike high-heels. "I think you've had enough cock in your sissy cunt for tonight dear, she helped me from the chair and back to the makeup table. She put me in a black dress similar but not exactly like hers. Now seated again she glued on long acrylic nails to my fingers and painted them with deep red nail polish. "Wonderful darling so feminine, 2" inches long baby, the girls call them slut salon nails." "Don't they make you feel so girlish and feminine." "Don't you want to wrap those long nails around a big powerful male cock and suck it?" "Does it make you feel dainty, helpless and submissive but sexy girl?" She placed lady's cocktail rings like hers on each of my fingers. "How much glamour can you take darling." "Look at the new you baby, a lady called Darlene." I started at my outfit, my makeup and my new bouffant hairdo. I did, I really did look just like her now. I looked, glamorous, ladylike and very sexy. I was a woman now, well except for my cock, which was rock hard again. "Do you like Darlene?" "Yes Mummy I do like it." "See darling, I told you, you were meant to be a glamorous sissy faggot." "And now your properly dressed for the role." "But Mother has shown you a lot of pleasure and sissy joys tonight." "I think it's time for you to show Mummy how much you appreciated the effort Mother has made." "It's time for Darlene to become the little sissy cocksucker she should be." She lead me to her bedroom, but despite what she said we didn't go straight to the cock sucking part. She spent over an hour showing me how to move my hands like a lady. How to display my nails with a nice limp wrist. How to pat my immense hairdo into place with those long red nails and jeweled fingers. She demonstrated each move and made me practice it until I was close to her movements. As I watched myself in the mirror I couldn't believe how effeminate I had become this quickly and how much I adored the new me. When she was done with everything from carrying a purse to wincing along and wiggling like a girl to walking in High heels. "And now the time has come darling, suck Mother's cock." I was so enraptured at this point I needed no further invitation. I slide her cock into my red lipsticked mouth and started sucking her cock. I paused just long enough to say, "I love you Mother." "I know darling, isn't it wonderful." "Mummy told you in the beginning you'd love me because you're a sissy and all the sissies love Mother." "Suck my cock good darling and perhaps Mummy will introduce you to all her homosexual friends that love little homosexual drag queens." I slide her cock back into my mouth thinking how wonderful it was to have the world's most beautiful Mother and the only Mother with a cock. The End