The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Eighteen

Before the blonde girl reached the dressing room, her mother called out to her that their appointment was in ten minutes … across the mall! Cristina rushed back and threw her romper on the sales counter along with the other items. The clerk happily rang up everything there and what the feminized boy was wearing. She placed the loose items in a bag and gave them to Cristina. Wendy and her mother exchanged phone numbers with Cristina’s mother during the transaction, saying they all needed to get together again sometime soon. Cristina grabbed Chris’ hand and almost tore his arm off dragging him through the department store and out into the mall. Her mother followed at a more sedate, yet speedy, pace. Six minutes later, Cristina and Chris drew to a stop in front of another shop. Chris looked up at the sign and almost fainted… Fabulous Creations Hair Designs

When her mother finally showed up, Cristina pulled Chris inside the beauty shop. The frightened girl-boy quickly sat down in the least conspicuous chair. Cristina told the woman behind the counter she had a makeover appointment, and gave the woman her name. The woman checked her book and smiled, asking them to come right in. Cristina asked the woman if it was all right if someone else used her appointment slot. The woman seemed nonplussed and answered it was fine. She inquired if perhaps her mother was to be the client instead. "No," the blonde girl answered blithely, yanking Chris out from his hidden seat. "My ‘boyfriend’, Chris!" The woman did a double take, and then smiled as before. "Whatever you wish, Ms. Cristina," the woman beckoned them past the waiting room and into the salon proper. Chris was unceremoniously seated in a salon chair and draped with a pink cape, while Cristina and her mother chatted with the stylist about his new do.

Chris sat impassively as the two blondes and his stylist debated several hairstyles each thought would look cute on him. Cristina was arguing for a tight curled perm. The stylist was bemoaning the shortness of Chris’ hair, saying he’d look fantastic with an upsweep or braids. Cristina’s mom agreed longer hair for him would be nice, but something simple for now would be best. The stylist tentatively suggested pigtails, quickly explaining that the style was something simple and many girls were sporting that look. She shot a sly glance at the wide-eyed boy trembling in her chair. The stylist grinned wolfishly as she looked back to the two blondes. "The best part is your boyfriend will easily be able to do this for himself, after I trim his hair for them!" she stated. "I’m sure a boy who enjoys dressing as pretty as he is now would want to learn how to manage his own hair." Cristina giggled as Chris’ blushed at the cutting remark. Her mother told the stylist to proceed with the pigtails. Both blondes seated themselves as the stylist took Chris’ hand and led him back to the sinks. "Come along, Chris, my boy," she stated loudly as they passed by several teen girls and women, who looked up in amusement. "Let’s get that mop of yours washed before we start making you even more adorable."

The sarcastic stylist washed his hair slowly. Her long fingernails gently scraped his scalp, as she cooed how cute he was going to be and how much she enjoyed working on little sissies like him. Chris’ mind wandered as the warm water, gentle massaging, and the soft, low voice of the stylist lulled him into drowsiness. He was still blinking the sleep from his eyes as a fluffy, pink towel was wrapped, turban-like, around his hair and he was led unresistingly back to the salon chair. The click-click of the scissors brought Chris back to his senses. He could feel the stylist working the back of his head, pulling his hair into two separate areas and trimming them even. "Pay attention, Chris’!" Cristina called to him. "You will have to do this yourself from now on, if I want you to." The feminized boy grimaced, but watched as the stylist brought each separate area down into a long strand and clipped his hair bows to hold them in place. The girl stepped back and Chris’ found himself staring at his new hairstyle in the mirror. Two cute pigtails hung just behind his ears and clipped just above to hold them in place. He looked the perfect picture of girlish innocence. He wanted to cry.

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