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As my stories keep showing up here I figured I might as well post one of them myself for a change. Enjoy!
At Miss Vicki's
You are making a delivery to a beauty salon. You take the cart of goods inside and are transfixed by the atmosphere of the salon. Ladies are under dryers reading magazines and gossiping, The beauticians are working with curlers and combs and pins, and the salon shampoo girls are scurrying back and forth, chattering happily.
You sigh, and at that moment bump a chair with the cart. A box falls off and as it hits the floor a bottle explodes spraying you with a smelly chemical. Suddenly the girls are all around you . "Are you all right?" they ask. As you mumble an answer out of the crowd of girls comes a woman. She is tall, wears 4" heels and tight black pants, and has long black hair. It is Miss Vicki, the owner of the salon. "What have we got here?" she says with a smile. You mumble your name and then she sees the chemicals on your clothing, especially your pants. In fact the chemical has begun to burn a little and you begin to squirm uncomfortably.
Miss Vicki says "Quickly darling, come with me" and hustles you off to her office, which is also the private salon where Miss Vicki caters to her own special customers. "Quick, in the dressing room," she tells you and hustles you into a frilly pink dressing room. One end of the room is taken up by a huge make-up mirror and the table before the mirror is covered with lipsticks and mascaras and lots of other things you don't recognize.
You go in and start to take off your clothes and you see that there is silky lingerie hanging on the back of the door and on hooks on the walls. There is so much lingerie and the room is so narrow that you can't help but brush up against the frothy frilly things.
You call out to miss Vicki, "But what can I put on?" "she laughs and says, "Anything you like darling. Isn't anything in there your size?" You ask, "Don't you have any other clothes?"
"Oh all right.", says Miss Vicki, and soon comes to the door with what looks at first like pants and a shirt. She hands them through the door and you realize that it is a pair of black silk lounging pajama bottoms and a very full white silk blouse with a lace ruffle at the neck and wrists.
"But I don't want to wear this!" you whine but she is quick to respond. "You hush now" she says, "Here you are, a strange man I don't even know, with no clothes on in a beauty salon. I wonder what the police might think of that?" "Besides, it's only until we can get your clothes taken care of so you can leave. Now stop being silly and get dressed."
She hands you a pair of panties and a lacy camisole through the door explaining, "I don't want you to perspire on my good clothes honey, you look a little flushed to me."
You put on the clothes she has given you. Panties and camisole. Silk pants and blouse. You are transformed by the way they feel, so airy and light, cool silk against your skin. Miss Vicki hands a pair of black flats throught the door and to your surprise they fit.
You step out of the dressing room and see Miss Vicki. She smiles approvingly at you and motions you over to the chair. "Come on honey, I'll give you a trim while we wait". You go sit in the chair and Miss Vicki begins to run her fingers through your hair and look at you critically. Finally she seems to have decided on something so she puts a pink wrap around you and lowers your head into the shampoo sink. As she shampoos you she sometimes tugs your hair very tight and looks into your eyes.
You are shampooed and conditioned and then she turns you from the mirror. She explains that she likes her customers to only see "the finished product". She fusses for a few moments with your wet hair and then announces that you need a perm. You are alarmed by the idea but helpless to resist Miss Vicki.
She begins to put your hair in rollers. Small very tight ones down the middle of your head with big ones on the sides. Soon your head is covered with tight rollers. It is a strange feeling, but exciting somehow. She says you need a facial and gives you one over your protests. When she is done the skin on your face feels wonderful.
Miss Vicki stand you up to go to the dryer and as she does you see your reflection in the mirrror. Your head is covered in curlers and as you see them in the mirror you feel them tight on your head. Miss Vicki takes you to the dryer and you sit down. There is a TV/VCR there and once she starts the dryer she pops in a tape and pats you on the cheek signalling 20 minutes. She laughs to herself at something and leaves the room.
You look around and see that it is one of the most feminine rooms you have ever seen, solely devoted to the pampering of the female body and the enhancement of her beauty. You look back at the TV and are shocked. The tape is an X rated one, and whats more the participants are beautiful she males locked in embrace. You start to get up to turn it off but are trapped in the dryer, besides, surely if you turned it off Miss Vicki would not be pleased. Something about the tape is facinating to you , you sit under the dryer and watch.
Time flies by and when Miss Vicki bursts back into the room you are staring transfixed at the TV. She startles you and she laughs. "Hows my little klutz doing?" she says and pats your curlered head. "Did you enjoy the movie dear?" she asks and laughs again.
She begins to take the curlers from your hair and brush you out. She sprays what seems like lot of hairspray, and your hair itself seems to have been perfumed. After what seems like hours of her fussing with your hair she is finished.
Miss Vicki turns you to a mirror. You gasp and your heart races. You have been given a beautiful womans hairstyle. It has curls and waves and is sort of fifties. What's more the color has been changed. Instead of your normal color it is a cute shade of auburn red with reddish blonde frosted highlights..
You panic and immediately begin to complain and ask "How can I leave here like this Miss Vicki?" Miss Vicki just smiles. "Just go as you are honey, no one will be able to tell you are a man. Some men are just like that. They were really meant to be women."
You whine some more but Miss Vicki just says, "I'll tell you what, we'll go out in the salon right now and if any of the girls notice that you are a man looking like you do, I'll give you your clothes and fix your hair and you can leave. But if they don't notice that you are a man then you must let me dress you up all the way, my way, for the next 24 hours.
You don't know why but you agree, Miss Vicki almost seems to be able to control you. You get up from the chair and go into the salon. The salon girls rush past you or bump you lightly and say "scuse me honey." You look across the room to a mirror and see a feminine figure in silk pants and blouse staring back at you. She has a beautiful coiffure and her cheeks are rosy and radiant.
It is you, and as you continue to gaze into the mirror Miss Vicki comes up to stand behind you. She takes your hand and as she leads you back to her private salon she looks into your eyes and says "My way."
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