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The Day It All Changed - Part 2 free porn video
Chapter 2
"Ok sweetie, let's get started here. Andrea is going to take you over to
wash and condition that hair so that I can work with it while I go and
mix your new color. I'll see you in a minute." I looked at Jessica as her
sentence trailed off, but my mind was already distant. I was overwhelmed
and afraid. Looking back on it all, this is perhaps when I should have
finally put a stop to it all and called Vanessa out on her charade. This
is where I should have faced up to her. This is where I could have
stopped this in its tracks. This is where I should have been man enough;
you do not know what that means until you have the man pulled out of you.
I guess I was afraid, I guess I was shocked. I guess maybe I thought I
would just cut it all off once this humiliation was over. Maybe I thought
that the worst of it would be Vanessa teasing me about it when we got
back to her place. I could not have foreseen where this would lead.
Andrea moved in behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Ok girl -
let's get the show moving - princesses don't just get beautiful by
standing there - it takes work and we've got to take that first step!" I
couldn't. I sat there. I just did not know what to do. "Come on sugar."
My eye caught the look on Vanessa's face. It clearly let me know I had no
choice. I heard Jessica in the background asking if I was giving Andrea
any trouble and if she needed to call 'my' mom. I slowly got up from the
chair. Andrea walked ahead of me as I dragged my feet behind.
Washing my hair with Andrea, it turns out, was a pleasant experience. She
massaged my scalp and I tried to let it relax me. I found I had to close
my eyes though. As she looked down at me, I could see what Jessica meant
about how feminine it was to have layers of blonde hair over dark ones
below. It is not that her color was ugly, or unkept - much the opposite,
it was quite stunning; the fact was though that this strong contrast was
just not natural - it made it so obvious that it had been colored. It
made it obvious that she had made a choice and taken the time to look
that pretty, that she had spent time in a place like this to do that. My
stomach sank as I looked up at her and slowly let it dawn on me that I
would have that same color on my hair, and that people would believe that
is what I wanted to do.
As if on cue, Andrea started talking about it. "So I heard miss Jessica
saying that you are going for a shadow blonde like mine! I just love it.
I was watching one of the episodes of big bang theory and realized just
how girly Penny's hair looked - especially in that episode. That contrast
between the bottom layers and the top layers just screamed grown-up girl
to me. I had to do it." She wasn't helping me feel better of course, but
she thought she was. "Of course, there is a lot of maintenance to it, but
I don't mind that. I like the girly pampering here, and I like people to
see that I care about looking like this when they see me. I love curling
it, the two tones seem to exaggerate the curls - you'll find you will be
doing it all the time. Do you own a curling iron?" the statements rolled
into each other as they do when girls get excited with these things. I
stared at her blankly on that last one though. The answer was so plainly
a no that I could not bring myself to answer - I could not see this
through her prism. "Sweetie... earth to princess! Do you have your own
curling iron?" I managed to utter a, "No." This triggered a, "Oh, my,
Gawwwwd - sweetie, what have you been doing all this time. How are the
boy's ever going to notice you." Why would I want them to - oh the misery
of all this.
She was finally done, and I was happy to not need to hear any of this
anymore. Andrea walked me over to the chair and draped a pink cape over
me. Vanessa was still sitting there. She was reading a Spiderman comic
that Jessica had brought her, with a hoodie pulled over her head. She
looked like a bored teen boy. I guess I was staring at the comic when
Jessica came back. "Andrea, can you get her something to read please...
She is going to be here for a while whilst the color takes and I style
her hair." I thanked her for that with the most enthusiasm I had worked
out recently. I figured that I would try to lose myself in the comic and
pretend this was not happening.
Andrea came back with a copy of a teen girl magazine and something else
in her hand. "Here you go gorgeous! This magazine has a great article
about how to safely curl your hair without burning it or yourself, and I
brought you my spare curling iron. You can keep it. I can't believe you
did not have one yet - I am so happy to give you your first curling iron!
You will discover in the article that there are many thicknesses to these
and even some different shapes to create different looks - but you will
be able to practice many of the looks with this one that I have given you
before you go out and get another one!"
I must have looked like a deer stunned by headlights. I could not react.
"Well thank her, you silly girl," Vanessa said from behind her comic. "It
was very nice of her to give you something that will help keep you
looking pretty!" My eyes shot daggers at Vanessa, but it did not last
long. Her stare back at me was terrifying. "Thank you," I said, almost in
a whisper. Vanessa kept staring at me and it was getting more
frightening. I knew it had to sound more genuine before I felt the
consequences later - "Thank you for this gift - I need to learn to use it
though," I managed to say, a little louder than before, adding deeply to
my humiliation. It was just enough to diffuse the tension between
Vanessa and I.
"Before the color though, I want to get it cut, so we can get the color
in just the right places for maximum effect!" I looked at her pleadingly.
"Oh come on now... you know I am not going to make it short. You want
that girly length in there. I am just going to cut some layers into it,
shape the back a little more feminine and give you those gorgeous bangs
we were talking about." I felt sick - and I did not even know what layers
were, but knew it was not going to be good.
I started to get up from the chair. I was ready to stop this. I had
decided I needed to - that is until I felt a sharp pain in my ear.
Jessica had pinched and twisted my ear and held it twisted as I sat back
down. "Your mom said I would need to do that... I did not believe her.
But believe me I can do a lot worse if you don't let me do my job." I sat
there in pain, one very red ear and another white ear in the mirror and a
look of mixed fear and dread.
She started what seemed to be random cuts into my hair all around, some
high, some low and strangely my hair seemed to take on some volume and a
different shape. Vanessa was looking at me most fascinated. She spent a
long time behind me cutting the ends, pulling my hair taught and checking
her work. All the while I was looking at this and thinking - This is not
so bad. I can still brush this into a ponytail and it'll be ok. Well,
that did not last.
She took a little plastic bottle and sprayed the front of my hair as she
combed it forward and towards my chin. She took a comb and very precisely
drew a straight line about a quarter inch behind my hairline and combed
that back. She did the same vertically on each side and combed that
behind my ears, leaving just a curtain of hair across my face. "Now hold
still - this is where I cut the last bit of boy look out of your hair,
just like your mom wants!"
I panicked and jumped up from the chair as she approached me with the
scissors. She grabbed and twisted my ear harder than before. She made
sure she grabbed the one that was already sore I let out a high-pitched
shriek which did nothing to re-enforce whatever manliness I may have
thought I had. I sat back down and she threatened to "tie your little
tush to that chair if you do that again." She went on to mutter that she
could not believe she had to do this to a teen and that I was acting more
like I was a 5-year-old and that she nearly cut me with the scissors.
And then, just like that, she cut across somewhere above the level of my
eyebrows - a straight blunt cut. It felt like she was cutting the last
bit of boy out of me. "I know they look a little short sweetie, but your
mom wants to make sure you cannot grab your bangs in your pony tail so
that they are always there no matter what you do."
I felt sick. Really sick. I looked in the mirror and at this point I
realized how feminine this looked, and I did not even have the color or
the style. My only chance would be to cut my hair short, and my mom had
never let me cut it in the past - would she now? Oh god, I finally
realized, my mom! What was she going to say. What did I do? And Vanessa's
mom - was I going to be in trouble with her too?
At this point I felt Jessica start sectioning off my hair and twisting
each section into a mini bun above my head until only the lowest strands
of my hair were loose. And I had a whole bunch of little knots above my
head. "These bottom layers just get a bit of color, more towards their
tips" Jessica said as she added some foil below a section and brushed on
the foulest smelling thing I have had near me in a long time, then folded
over the foil. She did this all the way around my hair before releasing a
new section from the mini buns. "You see sweetie, as we move up we add
the die to a larger section of the hair and also higher up towards the
root."
This went on for a while. The teen magazine sitting on my knees with the
headline 'Curls are for Girls! (and the boys thank us for them!)' and a
picture of a girl with wavy hair walking past three strong teen boys
smiling at her. Sometime near the middle as I sat there with a bunch of
little foil envelopes hanging from my hair and this magazine clearly
visible on my lap with 'my curling iron' next to it was when I noticed
Vanessa taking pictures with her phone! I was about to shout for her to
stop, when Jessica said, oh, what a great idea! You can take photos
throughout the process that way her mom and feel like she was here!" To
which Vanessa enthusiastically replied. "Well I was just thinking of
showing her friends how the magic happened," Vanessa said with a giggle.
"Oh of course young lad. You must be in shock of what us girls go through
just to look pretty for you boys."
"I suppose so," Vanessa said still in character, never an issue for her
tomboyish self. "But it is interesting, I guess," she added. "Here, do
you want to try?" Jessica asked looking at Vanessa, who recoiled in
horror. Jessica laughed - "Oh no honey, I do not mean try the dye in YOUR
hair.. We would not do that to a boy! I meant try applying the dye to
your friend's hair - that way you can feel you played a part in finally
making her look girly!"
Oh, the irony.
And so it went that Vanessa actually joined in. She was given some gloves
and instructed on how to add the dye to my hair. As she started to apply
this to a strand near my ear, she leaned in and said quietly in my ear,
"You are doing great there - can't wait to see how pretty you are going
to look." And my eyes watered again.
"Oh honey, I know - that dye is very strong. It gets to my eyes too. We
will get it out as soon as we can." She took over again and Vanessa went
back to her chair and her comic book.
"Alright. We are done here. Now we just need to give that dye some time
to work its way in. I think this would be a good time for you to read
through that article and see if you have any questions you want to ask
Andrea or I. And you, young man," she said looking at Vanessa, "have been
very brave to go through all this girly nonsense here. It's time you went
to do something more for boys and let us girls be girly here." She handed
Vanessa some cash and told her to go to the arcade and play with the
boys. This time, perhaps driven by boredom, Vanessa took her up on it. I
guess she figured I was in too far to stop this now. And she was right.
And so it was that perhaps out of boredom, or perhaps out of fear of
being asked questions I needed to answer by 'my hairdresser' I started to
read about 'how to curl your hair and look cute'. It pierced through my
pride like an arrow as I tried to focus and pretend that every 'you' in
the article could not possible refer to me. I thought I had hit the
bottom; I could not have known at that point but I was far, far from the
bottom.
Jessica came back after what felt like forever. She opened a couple of
the little envelopes here and there and said the color was taking quite
nicely. She called out for Andrea to walk me over and get this washed
out. This time I moved as fast as I could. I wanted this out of my hair.
I wanted this all to stop.
After a good rinse she walked me back. I looked hard at the mirror, and
although I could tell my hair had changed color it did not look so bad.
Of course, having never had blonde hair, I was not really thinking that
the wet hair would look darker - especially with those darker layers
below.
It was around this time that Vanessa strolled back inside. I still do not
know if she ran the cash out, or if she wanted to get back and see my
suffering again. I know she walked right at me with her camera in hand.
Jessica was drying my hair with the dryer while ruffling it around. As
she did this I could see it go lighter and lighter. She explained to me
that it was important to get my hair about three quarters of the way dry
before she could actually style it. I was hypnotized by what was
happening. I felt like I was becoming less and less of a boy as my hair
grew dryer and lighter.
She stopped at this point and called Andrea over again. "Andrea, I know
how much you are enjoying being a part of her experience becoming a real
teenage princess. Do you want to show her, quickly, how to use the
curling iron before I style this fully?"
At this point I thought I was already numb to what was going on. I
thought you could not make this any worst, but again I was wrong. Andrea
proceeded to show me how to wind my hair around the curling iron, hold it
there for a minute and release it by carefully spinning my wrist so as
two unwind each curl carefully. She insisted that I do this myself.
And that, right there - feminizing myself; doing this to myself in front
of everyone and watching myself do it - that was where I again realized I
had hit rock bottom it was the most emasculating feeling I had ever had -
I was literally doing this to myself. Vanessa made it no better by saying
with a giggle, "You are amazing at that, it's like you have been doing it
all your life!" as she made a small video of it holding up her phone.
Jessica quickly took over the situation by saying, "Ok miss cheerleader,
I know you are loving this, but you will I sure have a lot of this ahead
of you now that we've actually made a girl out of you rather than that
tomboy you were. But it is time to stop trying to make yourself pretty
and let the pro do it even better." She said this with a giggle that
pierced through my weakened ego.
And so, she proceeded to blow-out my hair. She again sectioned off my
hair, and this time used butterfly clips to keep it out of the way as she
worked on each section. She used a round brush and tugged at my hair
while holding the nozzle of the hair dryer close to the brush as she
slowly pulled away from my head drying, straightening and adding a shine
to my hair as she did this. At the end of each strand that she
straightened she left a piece wrapped twice around the brush, held it
there for a little while and carefully removed the brush reconstructing
and securing the little tube of hair on the tip with a bobby pin. I
watched in horror as my hair became beautifully straight, with the new
shinny blond sections above contrasting with the dark ones below to give
even more of an impression of volume. The small curls on the end, held in
place by bobby pins hung on the end of each strand waiting to cool
(Jessica explained). For the first time in a while Vanessa sat there
speechless, but somehow hypnotized by this.
Once it was all over and my whole head of hair was straight and beautiful
Jessica started undoing each of the little clipped curls from the end of
each strand. Slowly a well-defined wave curling twice dropped loose from
the end of each long and straight strand of hair. After she had released
the last curl, she shook the waves lightly with her hand loosening them
up. "For a more natural look, you see, and it also adds volume. This is
what I like to call a bombshell blowout! The boys will go wild over you."
"Now for the final touch. You should be so thankful to your mom! These
are gorgeous!" she said as she slowly pulled my hair back away from my
temple on the right-hand side, and secured it there with the barrette she
had showed me earlier, bunching some hair from the bottom upwards about
half way to my ear, and three-quarter way up my head. A small ribbon
shaped clip covered in shiny pink crystals all over it highlighted my new
femininity. She did the same on the other side.
I stared at myself in the mirror. It was not me though. The color and
volume of that mane around my head, and those straight bangs that made my
eyes stand out, were not me. Jessica waved her arm around me as she
discharged a can of hairspray all over me to hold it all in place. I then
realized it was almost time to go. I had oddly prayed for this time to
come quickly during the time I was here, but now I realized what I looked
like; I was not ready to leave the safety of this place where I knew no
one but Vanessa.
How could I go outside? How could I walk back to Vanessa's? Who would we
see on our way there? It somehow made it even more real that I was about
to face life like this.
My thought process was broken by Jessica and Andrea blabbing in high
pitched squeals around me about how gorgeous I turned out. "I bet you did
not know your friend could look so pretty! I hope you don't let her drift
back into looking like a boy again!" Jessica said looking at Vanessa - to
which she delighted in responding - "How could she? Once you know you can
look like that, how can you feel like a boy again? You've made a girl out
of her finally!" My eyes watered again as Andrea held up a mirror and let
me see the v-shaped back of my long blonde hair ending in gorgeous waves
below my shoulders.
And so it was time to go. They walked me to the door and I dreaded every
step towards that door as much as I had dreaded the steps in from it. The
rest of the world was about to see me like this. I overheard a couple of
women telling me I looked gorgeous, and precious.
"Come back and see us. We loved making a proper girl out of you! But you
shouldn't make you friend come with you again... this is no place for
boys, he must have suffered so much sitting there reading those comics
through all this girliness... Oh, and I hope you enjoy your curling iron
sweetie!" Vanessa opened the door. The bright sunlight made me squint and
I froze. She had to literally push me out the door.
As the door closed behind us she looked at me and said, "Oh my god look
what they did to you! Thank goodness it did not happen to me. I would not
have taken that. Your hair looks like the most girly girl I have ever
seen! I am so glad it was you and not me in that chair - I would never be
the same again if it happened to me - but you had said earlier it was
just a hairstyle, right? There is nothing to it you said, right? I have
no idea how you are going to go to school on Monday! I would not be seen
dead like that and people know I am a girl. But you... well, I guess if
you were really a boy you would not have let any of this happen. You must
have wanted this..."
That cut through me like steel and I swung at Vanessa, missing her
pathetically. I tried again and she caught my hand mid swing and squashed
it. It hurt a lot. People passing on the street were slowing down to see
what was happening. I did not want any more attention and stopped what I
was doing and started walking.
"Feel better now SAMANTHA? Should we stop over at the arcade on the way
home cheer-girl?!"
My eyes widened and my stomach sunk. For the first time I really cried.
Not just wet tears, but I actually cried.
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