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Down The Sidewalk
I was enjoying my glass of white wine when Fernando approached me and
complemented me on my getup. This bar catered to a broad alternative base
including all degrees of transgender. And that was where I fit in. My
name is Bobby and I was new to this bar and new to this town. So I was
very happy to be talking to this good looking guy. He told me he was a
hairstylist and had several beauty service businesses. As a matter of
fact he said he was currently in need of a receptionist and explained
this could be a great opportunity for me if I had any interest in
dressing up on a daily basis. I told him that was every "girls" dream but
usually never went past the fantasy stage. He told me he had very
specific tastes and that he would love to talk to me in depth. He gave me
his business card and we agreed to meet at his salon the following
evening. At our meeting he told me he wanted me to grow my hair so he
could put it up in big curlers which I would be wearing every day all
day. He also wanted to color my hair a deep burgundy color with blonde
highlights. My uniform would be a black pencil dress and 5 inch heels. He
would teach me how to do my own makeup every morning there in his salon.
He said he would build a makeup station just inside the front window of
the salon. This would allow passersby to watch how I did my makeup. He
also would send me to a nearby beauty school to get a certificate in
aesthetics. This could be my own business in addition to my receptionist
duties. I could do both makeup and sell a full line of cosmetics. He
would loan me the money to get started. What a deal. How could I ever say
no. On the first day of work he sent me down the sidewalk to a shoe
store. The owner Leona was expecting me. She told me to remove my shoes
and to roll up my pants. She measured my feet and brought out a pair of
ballet heels which Fernando had specified. She laced them on me and
helped me to stand up. She told me she would be training me in how to
walk in these heels. When I asked her why, she told me that Fernando felt
it would help to give his salon a more exotic ambience. She let me hold
her elbow while we walked around her shop for an hour. I started off very
wobbly but gradually got better as the hour passed. Leona explained to me
that the secret was to take very short baby steps. I was able to practice
the second hour without holding her elbow. She then told me it was time
to show Fernando what I could do. Leona walked with me along the
sidewalk. People just stared at me in amazement. Leona instructed me to
ignore the stares and to just focus my eyes straight ahead with my chin
held high. She further instructed me to keep my elbows pressed close to
my ribs and to let my hands hang limp at the wrists. She told me to smile
widely and that I should be proud to be a sissy. Even though I liked to
dress up occasionally I had not really ever thought of myself as a full-
fledged sissy. This would take some time to fully sink in. Before we
reached the salon we turned into Kim's Outstanding Nail Salon. Kim
informed me that she and Fernando were partners and that he had requested
she give me 2 inch nail extensions. It took over 2 hours to put them on.
She painted them shiny burgundy red. Fernando signed me up at a beauty
school one block away from the salon. Fifteen students were registered to
learn makeup artistry and only three of us were men. The girls informed
the men there was an unwritten tradition of triple hazing against the men
and would take place at the first weekend get-together. At the party we
were told we had to agree to three conditions: having our eyebrows shaved
off, having 3 inch hoop earrings soldered on, and accepting 1/2 inch lash
extensions. Three armchairs were setup in the middle of the living room
and the men were invited to take a seat. Our wrists were taped to the
arms with wide duct tape as well as our ankles. The class instructor
walked up to each of us and without any hesitation took a hair-clipper to
our brows. The girls followed with a can of shaving foam and triple blade
rakes. Within minutes our brows were gone. Each girl had a turn at
shaving so not a single brow hair remained on any boy at the party. The
earring hoops came next. Our ear lobes were pierced with an instrument
that actually punched out a small portion of flesh. The lash extensions
took forever. They were long and very thick. My neck ached from holding
my head up for over an hour. The girls told us they were so excited that
we would all be each others models for the coming makeup classes. We
thought the ordeal was over when they announced a contest. They brought
out several boxes of medium-size binder clips. They wanted to know which
sissy could endure the most clips. The winner would get a full-body
massage from the girls after class every day of school. Our T-shirts were
cut off with a pair of scissors and our pants and underwear were pulled
down to our ankles. Each sissy received a clip on the same body part
during each cycle. After we each got clips on our nipples, penis, and
testicles, one of the sissies gave up. He was untaped from his chair and
the girls hugged him and rubbed neosporin on his welts. He then sat on
the sofa surrounded by all the girls. Then the contest continued. Five
more clips were placed. I wanted to quit but I wanted to win because of
my age. After three more clips the second sissy quit. I was the declared
winner but now the girls asked me to continue to test my absolute upper
limit. Each additional clip was placed on my testicles. After 5 more
clips I had to give up. Then the girls asked me for one more thing. With
all the duct tape removed they were able to pull off my pants and
panties. They asked me to walk around the living room in my ballet heels
in a sissy walk and with all the binder clips still hanging on me. I
obliged them but they would not let me stop til the end of the party.
Finally they removed all my clips and proceeded to smother me with kisses
and neosporin. They all expressed how much they were looking forward to
the days I would be assigned to them as their makeup model. There was
actual talk now asking the instructor if I could be given longer lash
extensions. The instructor said maybe in a few weeks. The classes went
very well and Fernando would drive me to school every morning. The school
uniform was a white short dress. Fernando asked special permission to
have my uniform converted to a pencil dress with a very tight hem. After
school I had a long walk to the salon. The tight hem really made this
difficult. During one of the makeup lessons one of the girls gave me very
high-arched thin eyebrows. One of the boys Jerry enrolled in the
hairstyling courses noticed my brows and asked me if he could do my hair
in the style that was once popular with such thin brows. He also wanted
to bleach my hair platinum blonde. I told him I would need to get
permission from the instructor and from my employer. The very next day
all approvals were given. Fernando had one condition: All cutting was to
be kept to a minimum. That weekend the school allowed Jerry to use the
school facilities and equipment. The colorist and styling instructors
even dropped in to lend a hand. The bleaching took forever but the color
was outstanding. The method for the style Jerry wanted to do was called
marcelling and was very popular in the 1920's. The school actually owned
a pair of the special electric tongs used for the technique. The result
was a series of waves. His plan was to comb my hair straight back and to
start the marcelling at my hairline and to work his way back to my nape.
He would then cut just a little bit off to give a blunt look. Jerry used
a chemical that would maintain the style for a whole month with a minimum
of hairspray. I was very impressed with Jerry's work and could hardly
wait for Fernando to see it. When Jerry finished I hobbled over to our
aesthetics area and did my makeup. The plan was for Fernando to pick us
up for dinner. By now the girls had already replaced my lash extensions
with 3/4 inch. I did my brows like the ones Jerry originally liked. I did
my lips in burgundy red and ocean blue eyeshadow. I went heavy on the
blusher and eyeliner to make the platinum hair pop. Fernando was very
impressed and offered Jerry a partnership in his new wash & blow-dry
salon he was planning to open down the sidewalk. Fernando was so
impressed with my marcelled hair he decided we would stay with this style
for a long while. Fernando added to my duties. He bought a very high-tech
CAD computer work station and had it integrated with my makeup station by
the front window. He had it loaded with the very latest virtual reality
software connected to a high resolution multi-angle camera system. The
idea was for me to photograph the customers and then show them how they
would look in one of Fernando's cool haircuts. Of course this was all to
increase Fernando's haircut business. To demonstrate the system Fernando
took my picture and brought it up on the system. It's capability was
incredible. Fernando was able to show me how he could buzz the sideburns
and nape of Jerry's marcel hairstyle. The result could be terrific. As a
matter of fact he said that would be the plan for some upcoming weekend.
The next day Fernando told me to walk down the sidewalk to Edna's
foundation shop. She took my measurements and was happy to announce she
had something in stock that would meet Fernando's request. She led me
into her back room and helped me to undress. She then went into her
stockroom and came out with a black undergarment. She told me to take
hold of an overhead grab bar and to step into the garment. It came all
the way up to my armpits and extended down to the bottom of my thighs. I
thought she must have retrieved the wrong garment because the breast
pockets were so big. But the next box she brought out explained the large
size of the cups. The box contained Triple-D silicone breasts. Edna had
to struggle to insert the breasts but she got them to fit. She then
explained that Fernando wanted me to have large breasts, a narrow waist,
and ample hips and butt. I had not noticed that this garment also had
pockets for pads to make my bottom and hips larger. She inserted those
also. Now came the pain. She had me grab the overhead bar as she took
command of the laces at my back. She actually had her knee pushing on the
small of my back. Finally satisfied that she had squeezed me all she
could she tied off the laces and cut them off with a pair of scissors.
She informed me the garment would stay on 24/7 and be changed out with a
spare set every Saturday. She told me she got my waist down to 23 inches
but Fernando wanted us to aim for 20. Since my pencil dress was made of
stretchy material it fit back on perfectly. Edna was super impressed with
how sexy I looked. I agreed with her but I expressed it would be very
difficult getting used to such a tight corset. She laughed and told me to
return to the shop. Upon entering the salon Fernando asked me to sit
down. He had a surprise for me. He showed me a small box which had two
barbells for piercing. He said he very much wanted to put these on me and
showed me a large needle and cork. Please. I had to say OK and stuck out
my tongue. He pushed the needle through and screwed on the barbell. He
put one on each side of the centerline down the middle of my tongue. Now
I could barely talk and he chuckled. He said I would recover within a few
days. The following week I graduated from beauty school. We had a big
party and everybody wanted to dance with me. For the party Fernando
executed the haircut on me that we had designed on the CAD. When Fernando
finished my haircut he had me stand up and walk around the salon. As I
walked back to him he had me stop and he just looked at me for the
longest time. Then he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my
thighs. He declared his love for me and told me he wanted to marry me. I
didn't know what to think so I accepted his proposal. I tried to remind
him I was much order than he but he said that was irrelevant because my
brain was so young. Our wedding was incredible. He had a special hobble-
pencil wedding dress designed and made for me. All my classmates from
beauty school wanted to be my bridesmaids even the two boys. Jerry was
the best man. Fernando hired a great band to play all night. Nobody would
ever forget this wedding. In my own mind I was realistic. A guy this
young could not maintain total loyalty forever. In actuality I enjoyed
his deviations because they always included me. Many times we shared our
bed with his partners and others that were deemed interesting people.
Fernando even condoned Jerry taking me out as long as we limited our
contact to holding hands and cuddling. This was fine for Jerry since any
time we had a three-way with Fernando he was allowed to take me from
behind plus I brought him to climax several times with my mouth. Everyone
got the best of all worlds. In any case I was able to save a lot of my
earnings for any possible rainy day that could come in the future. About
the only aspect I regarded not ideal was that to remain true to
Fernando's desire that I remain laced in the corset-girdle for a full
week between changes he had to take me to a doctor to be fitted with a
special butt-plug that had a hose to bring out waste material every three
days. That frequency was sufficient because of the severe diet Fernando
had developed for me. My weight was maintained at 120 pounds and Edna was
now able to lace me down to 20 inches. The doctor also inserted a
catheter into my penis to keep my bladder empty. Over the years there
were many boys that came to me to be sissified. Everyone of them let me
shave off their eyebrows but not a single one of them would sign up for
the once-a-week lacing. A few of the boys signed up for the ballet heels.
Leona would take us for long walks at the mall. What a sight to see all
these ballet heels strutting along in unison. People at the mall would
stare and shake their heads. Actually we had a lot of admirers that were
willing to pay good money to hang out with us. Fernando allowed us to
throw regular parties at his salon and charge admission at the door. We
would serve horderves and soft drinks. We played slow music and charged
to dance with us. We even had to hire a security guard to insure safety.
Ballet heels were a big turn-on and anybody that was willing to endure
the pain could make a lot of money. The big laugh among us sissies was
that the pain of wearing the heels was so sexually gratifying for us.
Soon I had a lot of guys coming to my makeup station who were not able to
live as outright sissies with shave eyebrows and marcelled hair but who
asked me to simulate shaved eyebrows by gluing down their brow hairs and
then using heavy makeup concealer. This technique worked great and we
created a lot of pretty boys. I even added wigs to my product line. The
best seller was a white china doll bob with thick bangs. I was charging
$150 for every conversion. This really helped my rainy day fund. Fernando
now had my nail extensions up to 3 inches and I could still do makeup
expertly. My hair finally grew out and Fernando would send me down the
sidewalk to Jerry's salon every morning to have him put my hair up in
large curlers which I would wear all day long. At Fernando's special
request Jerry would curl my hair extra tight. At first he was very
apologetic for making them so tight but I would assure him I understood
and that I could withstand the pain. I actually think he started to add
some extra tightness of his own. In any case halfway through the day some
of my customers would ask me about my comb-out and I would have to
explain that this was it til bedtime.
The End.
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