Beauty School Queen

by Zoneefem

The Contest

  

Jerry's mother was within two months of graduation from Mr. Lou's Beauty School and was very talented as a hairdresser. The students usually swapped out with each other to be a "model" for the state cosmetology test and the school's final exam, but Mom's model became ill and had to drop out of school suddenly. Jerry was a sixteen year old teenager with shoulder-length naturally blonde hair. He also had been "borrowing" mom and his older sister's clothing and undies for many years. Because his sister Susan was a disco freak, she had chopped off her hair to less than an inch long and colored it several shades of the rainbow, so mom was forced to insist that Jerry become "Jerrie" until her graduation. Jerrie had met Dawn, Mr. Lou's son(now daughter) at the beauty school where Dawn was now a student, and she had encouraged Jerrie to go "all the way" and take hormones.

Mom was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. This was the next-to-the-last week before the state exam, and she had so many things to finish on Jerrie's hair and overall appearance, she couldn't decide if she was coming or going. To make matters worse, Mr. Lou had insisted that she compete in the school's "Salon Chair Olympics". The winner of the contest got a check for $1,000 and as broke as she would soon be when Dad's final support check was spent, she needed to win. It was time to finalize Jerrie's hairdo for the contest and the state board.

Jerrie had been taking hormone injections and oral medications for a couple of months and her skin had softened to the point where it had a natural feminine glow. As a teenager, Jerrie still had an occasional problem with an erection, but those were less and less frequent. Her breasts were now an "A" cup, and unless you looked under her skirt and panties, you could not tell that she had ever been a boy.

"Jerrie, it is now time to finish your hair preparation for the upcoming events," mom told her. "I have purposefully held off giving you a perm until now so that it would be tight and fresh for the contest and state board. Monday morning we will cut your hair about four more inches and do a soft body perm. How do you feel about that?"

"Wow, mom, I can hardly wait for Monday! The feeling of my long hair brushing across the back of my neck sends chills down my spine. Will the perm change that?"

"Yes, it will make it even better. The perm will give it more body, so when it rubs across your shoulders, it will be even more pronounced."

"I've gotta call Dawn(Mr. Lou's daughter-formerly son) and tell her what you're going to do. She'll love it."

Jerrie dialed up Dawn's number and soon they were discussing how much should be cut from Jerrie's hair, how long the bangs would be and how curly a perm mom should use. Before long, it was bedtime. Jerrie now had her own set of hand-me-down nighties and she changed into the pink one she loved so much and walked into mom's room to tell her good night. Time seemed so compressed since Jerry had ceased to exist and Jerrie had been created. The hormones made Jerrie very emotional at times, so as she entered mom's room, she suddenly had a strong urge to cry. Mom thought something bad had happened and rushed over to put her arms around Jerrie. Even though Jerry's penis was far less pronounced most of the time, the feeling of mom rubbing up against her gorgeous pink nightie seemed to ignite a set of uncontrolled emotions, one of which triggered a sudden size increase in her now mostly unused member. Mom couldn't help but feel the now enlarged member, and without even thinking, she rubbed her body against the now tented panties. This really aroused Jerrie, and almost at once the panties became spotted with a small amount of pre-cum. Jerrie was unsure of what to do next. She was in mom's room in a beautiful pink nightie with damp panties. Almost as an afterthought, mom dropped her hand and seemed very confused. "I'm sorry that happened, but just remember, as a female, you must always be in control of your emotions. That's one of the things that makes a woman the stronger sex. She never lets go totally." With that, she ushered Jerrie out of her room into the hall. As Jerrie turned to go to her room, she thought she heard crying from mom's room, but then the sound stopped and she decided that she was mistaken.

The next morning, mom got Jerrie up earlier than usual. "Young lady, you need to get a move on-we've got to do a haircut on your lovely long blonde hair, then a perm. It may take a while just to get it rolled up. Put on your makeup and let's get on down to Mr Lou's." She swatted Jerrie on the butt in a playful manner, and seemed to tense up almost at once, but then recovered her composure. "Breakfast in fifteen minutes girl."

That just left enough time for Jerrie to jump in the shower and put on her daytime makeup before bounding down the stairs. She was so excited about getting her first perm. Of course she had watched several of the other students do perms, but that was on somebody else. This was to be her day! "Mom, will you let me look through some of the style books before we start cutting my hair? This is just like a double birthday present and I want to enjoy every moment."

Mom smiled and knew that she now really had two daughters instead of just one. About that time, Susan, Jerrie's seventeen year old disco sister came into the dining room grinning from ear to ear. She was so excited about Jerrie's new life and now she would be able to see her new sister with a lovely perm. Even though she now regretted her own hair affair(disco spiking, peacock colors and all), this was the culmination of a dream for Susan. "Ohh mom, can I come and watch you fix her hair? I promise to be good."

"No, missy, you would be in the way. You'll just have to wait until this evening to see the results." Mom seemed happy and Susan decided to drop the subject.

Mom and Jerrie left so early that they had to wait on Mr. Lou and his daughter Dawn to let them into the school. "What's on schedule for today," he asked mom. "Aren't you about due for a perm, Jerrie?"

"Oh yes, and I can hardly wait. I want to go through every hairdo book until I find just the right cut, if it takes all morning." It actually only took about ten minutes before Jerrie stopped flipping pages and began looking at one particular picture. It was a shoulder length flip with wings on the sides. "Can you do this to me," she asked mom.

"You have excellent tastes in hair,"exclaimed Mr. Lou. "That will look lovely on you young lady. I know it will be a real knockout." Dawn had come over and was looking over Jerrie's shoulder and couldn't resist running her fingers over Jerrie's silky mane.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I can hardly wait. This style is stunning in the picture, but with your hair and a great perm, it will be fantastic." Dawn then walked over to Mr. Lou and began whispering in his ear.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do, Dawn? I was planning on saving that perm for you. Dawn wants me to let you use a special perm the supply house gave me last week on Jerrie's hair. It is an experimental formula with lots of new conditioners that are supposed to give the hair extra snap and body. It is so new that the manufacturer has only issued a few to selected supply houses in each part of the country. It really is supposed to be super, and will not be released to the public for another six months."

Jerrie grabbed Dawn in a body hug. The two girls had both grown very close as they got to know one another. "Please Jerrie," Dawn begged, "Do this for me. Your hair is so lovely and it is bound to give you a fantastic amount of curl and body."

Mom then thanked Mr. Lou and Dawn, but told them to leave and let her get to work. This could take quite a while. She snapped the cape around Jerrie's neck and ushered her to the shampoo bowl. Then, after a thorough shampoo with little scrubbing so as not to excite the scalp into pouring forth too much oil or getting irritated, mom began to section off Jerrie's gorgeous long hair into sections and after restudying the picture of the hairstyle, she began to snip away at the lovely blonde hair. When she had completed the cut, she again sectioned off the hair and started rolling it on large white and grey rods.

"I think we'll alternate these so that we get a bit more body than just the large white wraps would give. We'll trim the top to about four inches and cut the back into a V-shape. Here Jerrie, hand me an end paper when I tell you to, otherwise it will take me all day to get this beautiful head of hair rolled up." Mom didn't realize that even as she was studying how to approach the perm she was stroking the back of Jerrie' neck in a very sensuous manner. She seemed to shudder involuntarily, then the moment passed.

About an hour later, Jerrie's head was covered with alternating white and gray perm rods. Most of them went under to the back, but the front of the bangs area was rolled forward. For each rod, she wrapped an end paper around the strand and smoothly wound the curls under to the scalp, and after they were all done, she pulled a long piece of cotton that resembled a rope from a box and placed it around the outside edge of all of the curlers. This would keep the lotion from dripping and making a big mess. Then mom carefully snipped the top of the perm-lotion squeeze bottle with her scissors and began to apply it to all parts of Jerrie's head. When the lotion was completely used from the bottle, she handed Jerrie a towel to catch any excess drips and set a timer for fifteen minutes.

"This new perm says it will process much more quickly than the old formula," Mr. Lou said. "That's why the manufacturer wants to limit its distribution-they are afraid that stylists who are used to leaving the lotion on for thirty to forty-five minutes will do the same with this and ruin the results. If this is done properly, they will promise a perfect perm. If it is done wrong--- well, don't do it wrong." With that said, Mr. Lou left mom at her station and walked over to assist another student with a basic haircut.

Mom began to worry-what if she didn't do this correctly, would she mess up Jerrie's beautiful hair? If that happened, she might not pass her state exam. Oh well, she had to try and do her best. From a distance, Mr. Lou watched and smiled to himself. He knew how good a hairdresser she would be and that if this perm was done properly, it would be beautiful.

"Ringggggggg," the timer sounded. Fifteen minutes seemed like such a short time to Jerrie, but to mom, it was an eternity. She simply had to do a good job on this. She escorted Jerrie over to the shampoo bowl and had her sit with her head in the sink. Then

after the water was adjusted to just a bit warmer than medium, she proceeded to rinse the curls. Next came a towel to absorb some of the excess water, then she applied the neutralizer and again set the timer, but this time for only five minutes. When the second ding rang out, mom began rinsing the neutralizer out. She was almost through when Mr. Lou came over and appeared to be very agitated. This upset mom and she asked him what was wrong.

"I just had a call from the perm manufacturer's research department. One of their big shots was calling on the supply house that gave me the perm and when he happened to read the instructions, he couldn't believe that they were correctly done. They are not sure that the fifteen minutes as stated in the written instructions to leave on the waving lotion is long enough. When I told them that you had already applied the neutralizer on this perm, they got very worried and said that someone would come over here right away. They are concerned that the typist may have screwed up the instructions and typed fifteen minutes instead of thirty minutes. Since you are so far along with the perm, they said to go ahead and finish as instructed and they will try to figure what to do next. Their chemist is away on a honeymoon and they cannot confirm the procedure. If this doesn't work as planned, well …….."

Now Jerrie got very upset. Could this new perm have been done incorrectly and messed up her hair? This could have serious implications about mom being able to graduate if she had to try to find a new model at this late date.

Mom was frantic. Oh my, this could be just awful. There must be someone who knew how to fix this. Mr. Lou and the students huddled around mom's workstation in a circle. "You'll just have to cut off the ends and start over," said one. "How about just redoing the perm over the same hair. Would that mess it up," said another. There was nothing left to do but take out the perm rods. The moment of truth was at hand. Carefully mom took out the curlers one by one. As each was unwound, the hair fell into a lifeless clump. This was going to be a really bad hair day disaster.

"Jerrie," said Dawn as she walked over to behind the styling chair where Jerrie was now sitting, "let me feel the texture of your hair." She carefully ran her fingers through the wet hair, taking care not to disturb any possible wave or curl patterns. "I think this is okay-lets see what happens if I take a small section and curl it on a regular roller, then dry it with the hand blower." Everyone watched as Dawn expertly took just enough of Jerrie's hair and used gentle heat to dry that small part around a one-inch diameter roller. They all held their breaths when Dawn finally pulled out the metal clip holding the curler and let the hair loose.

Suddenly there was an audible sigh as the now dry single strand of hair sprang into life and produced a lovely slightly curly wave. Mom began to cry and the other students gathered around to see the results. "Lets get the rest of this dampened and roll her entire head in rollers," said Mr. Lou. "This is gonna be alright."

The school's front door slammed with a bang as someone rushed in. Mark Bliden was the vice president of marketing at Curlon, the perm's manufacturer. He was the person who had called the research department with the question about the time limit for the wave solution being only fifteen minutes. When the local distributor told him that he gave the new developmental perm to Mr. Lou, he immediately assumed the worst that perhaps a student would get the new solution and mess up someone's hair. When the research department had called him back and said that an unlicensed student was using the product, he panicked and called the company's attorney for advice as to what to do to fix the problem. "Whatever it takes," the attorney told him, "Whatever it takes." Oh well, maybe in a couple of years his bonus would start again.

Mr. Lou was standing near Jerrie when the vice president of marketing walked up. "Lets go get a cup of coffee," he told Mark Bliden. "We need to talk." About an hour later, mom was ready to take out the curlers. As each roller was removed, the hair bounced into perfectly shaped curls. After carefully brushing through the entire head to remove roller marks, mom teased and combed the hairdo exactly as shown in the style book, except that Jerrie's hair had a beautiful shine that usually didn't appear on fresly permed hair. Mr. Lou and his new "friend" looked on with broad smiles that were both happy and relieved. Mom had done a superior job on the perm and it was gorgeous.

Finally Mr. Bliden spoke, "The Curlon company has decided to preview this new perm at style shows around the world, and we couldn't think of a better way to do that than to demonstrate how wonderful the results are, even when performed by a student stylist on an amateur model. If Jerrie and her mom and Dawn are willing, we want to hire them to appear in shows around the world. Of course, models and stylists make lots of money, so we hope they will accept."

After much hugging, smiles and tears, mom, Jerrie, Mr. Lou and Dawn all went for a wonderful steak dinner. When mom and Mr. Lou were alone for a brief time, he explained that in order to avoid a possible scandal, the company would insist that both Jerrie and Dawn must have sexual reassignment surgery in the next few weeks, at company expense, of course. When the girls returned to the table and heard the news, they were ecstatic. All of their futures were now bright.

  

  

  

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