Bonnie Jeanne's Day of Beauty

by Janis Elizabeth

 

It had been several months since that fateful Saturday when Mom discovered my special notebook where I practiced writing my feminine name, Bonnie Jeanne Meadows. With the help and understanding of both my Mom and my Aunt Meg, I was able to become my feminine alter ego and dress in some of my cousin Carolyn's things that she had either outgrown or had never worn. Since then, Mom had allowed me to dress at home in the evenings and on weekends. She had the spare bedroom redone as femininely as possible, with a canopy bed, desk, dresser and a mirrored vanity for her new part-time daughter. All of my cousin's clothes that my Aunt Meg had gladly provided now resided in the closets and drawers. I simply loved all of my new fashions. My wardrobe would have been the envy of any girl my age. My vanity contained cosmetics appropriate for a girl my age, in addition to the headstand for my wig.

My life was not only about feeling good and enjoying the feel of the clothing while dressed as Bonnie Jeanne. Since I was dressing as a girl when I was home, Mom felt that I could share the household duties that she had previously done. She had taught me the rudiments of cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry. Mom had even gotten me a lovely ruffled pink apron to wear when I did the cooking. I still remember the sensation I got the first time I put the loop around my neck and tied the apron strings into a big bow. I looked at myself in the pink apron for several seconds, enjoying its feminine appearance. Although I was far from being a cordon bleu chef, the meals I prepared were tasty and well balanced. Mom seemed glad that she didn't have to come home every evening and prepare a meal. Usually, when she wanted me to fix dinner, she would leave notes on the kitchen table and on my dresser. Once I had changed into my lingerie and usually a nice skirt and blouse, I would go to the kitchen, put on my pretty apron and prepare the meal.

In the evenings, once my studies were finished, Mom would show me how to do the washing and ironing. She pointed out the different cycles on the washer like the gentle cycle for our lingerie. Of course, each piece had to be carefully hung up to dry after if had been washed.

We would work together on Saturday morning to do the cleaning, whether it was just to straighten up the house or to do a complete spring or fall cleaning. Mom had gotten matching dresses in pink and white for us to wear when we cleaned. I had jokingly said that a satin maid's uniform, either English or French, would be more appropriate. Mom smiled each time I made reference to a maid's uniform and said that someday I might get what I had wished for. I would smile inwardly at this promise. Mom had taught me to wear a scarf to protect my hair when we cleaned. While I wanted to wear my scarf tied behind my head like Mom did, I settled for tying it under my chin. I was using one of Mom's old print satin scarves. Although somewhat faded and worn with age, it was still very pretty.

Since my transition to Bonnie Jeanne, I had started letting my hair grow longer. During my third week as Bonnie Jeanne, Mom commented that I should have my hair trimmed so that it would continue growing and could one day be styled into a nice feminine style. She asked if she could tell her beautician about Bonnie Jeanne and set up an appointment for a hot oil conditioning, a trim, a pedicure, a manicure and, maybe, a facial. I was reluctant about having the manicure until Mom assured me that Tina, her hair stylist, could use clear polish on my fingernails. When I said it was fine, she told me that she would be seeing Tina tomorrow to get her hair done. She would see about an appointment for me at that time. Although the idea was exciting, I quickly put the thought of a beauty salon visit out of my head and went on with my daily routine.

When I returned from school the next day, I promptly removed my coarse school clothing and selected a pink padded bra, silky pink panties, tan nylon knee-highs, a pink full slip that fell to just above my knee, a short sleeve pink sheer blouse that showed off my slip and a straight navy knee-length skirt. As I dressed, I savored the feelings of each piece of clothing as I put it on. Before slipping into my flats, I put my wig on and applied some makeup just as Mom had taught me. I truly felt like Bonnie Jeanne when I was finished. As there was no note left for me, I knew that I didn't have to prepare dinner, so I made sure that I got my studying out of the way before Mom came home.

I was just finishing my last assignment when Mom came in. Her hair, as always, looked beautiful when it was freshly done. She was smiling broadly and seemed very excited. She told me to sit down as she had some exciting news for me. I was curious about her excitement, so I carefully sat down at the kitchen table. Mom sat next to me and started talking about her hair appointment. When she mentioned, in confidence, to her stylist about my becoming her part-time daughter and wishing that I could enjoy some of the services that were provided at the salon, she said that Tina, her stylist, broke into a big grin.

As she set Mom's hair, Tina mentioned that someone she was quite serious about had first come in to her salon seeking a shampoo and set while wearing lingerie under his male clothing. Since that first visit, Tina had developed a relationship that, she hoped, would one day lead to them exchanging vows while dressed in lovely wedding gowns. Thus, Tina had no problem with providing me with salon services, whether I was dressed as Brendan or Bonnie Jeanne. My beauty appointment was then set for Saturday afternoon. Mom ended by saying that, as she was about to leave the salon, a pretty young lady in a lovely French maid's uniform and very high heels came in. Tina introduced me to her special friend Judy. As Judy went to the back of the salon to begin cleaning, Tina whispered that this was the one that she had been talking about. Mom told me that Tina was almost glowing as she spoke about Judy. Mom winked at me, smiled and said that after seeing Judy in her French maid's uniform, she could understand why I would want one.

When I heard about the apparent loving relationship that Judy and Tina had developed, it put all sorts of wonderful thoughts into my head. Possibly one day I might find that special someone, just like Judy found Tina, who would appreciate me as Bonnie Jeanne and would accept and love her for the person she was inside and not judge her for what she wore on the outside.

As I thought about going to the beauty salon, I started thinking of what I would wear, even though it was still two days away. Since my hair wasn't long enough for me to go as Bonnie Jeanne, I asked Mom what would be appropriate for my in-between Brendan and Bonnie Jeanne state. Mom smiled and said that I should wear my lingerie under a pair of navy pull-on pants with a flared leg and a plain, light blue cotton short sleeve blouse. She assured me that Tina would be very discreet and had already offered to let me change into a dress once I was at the salon. I would carry a garment bag, containing my dress and slip, into the salon and then change in Tina's back room. I should wear black knee-highs since they would appear to look like regular socks and would also go with my dress. For shoes though, I would have to choose between my feminine flats or my normal boy's shoes. I promptly decided on the flats to complete my outfit, especially since I would be able to become Bonnie Jeanne.

Saturday morning arrived quickly. I was up early so that we could get the housecleaning done. I put on a white padded bra, white satin panties and slip, tan knee-highs, my pink dress and my flats. I tied my scarf over my head and went to meet Mom in the kitchen for a light breakfast. Today was one of those days where the entire housecleaning seemed to get done in record time. After a light lunch, I changed from my cleaning dress into my attire for my trip to Tina's beauty salon. It felt strange to be wearing slacks and a shirt, albeit feminine ones, with my lingerie on underneath. Mom had already packed my garment bag with a lovely lavender dress with a full skirt, cap sleeves, all trimmed with lace, my lacy, full slip and a matching purse.

As I came into the living room where Mom waited, I saw her smile and tell me how nice I looked. Although I would have preferred to be in a dress, I accepted Mom's compliment with a smile. We headed for the car and soon arrived at the beauty salon. I giggled when I saw the name 'The New Woman Beauty Salon.' Mom started to ask me why I was giggling and then it hit her of the meaning I took from the salon name. She smiled and said that this was just another step in becoming a new woman on a part-time basis. We got out of the car and walked into the salon together. Mom made sure that she carried my garment bag for me.

At the front desk was an attractive woman, apparently waiting for us. She looked at me at said "Brendan?" I nodded my head in reply. She came around from behind the front desk and gave me a big smile and a hug. She introduced herself as Tina and was about to ask if I had brought my extra things when she saw Mom holding my garment bag. She led me back to her office and said that I could change into my things and emerge as Bonnie Jeanne. I went into the office, shut the door and quickly removed the blouse and slacks and put on my slip and dress. I left the garment bag in the office, carried my purse and went out to meet Tina. She was waiting for me in the area where my facial and pedicure would be done. As she seated me, she said that Mom had told her about me and my lovely desires. She said that she was glad that I would be Bonnie Jeanne rather than Brendan while she provided me with my day of beauty. She knew I would be more comfortable as Bonnie Jeanne. I smiled and said I was glad that I was able to change. After removing my flats and knee-highs, I sat back in the makeup chair and Tina placed a pink plastic shampoo cape over my outfit. She also placed a pink plastic shower cap over my hair to protect it. As the chair was reclined, I felt my senses drinking in all of the feminine ambiance of this place. I looked at the dryers with women seated under the clear plastic domes, their bodies covered with shampoo capes and their hair in rollers and hairnets. The smells of styling gel, permanent solution and nail polish filled my nostrils. I also looked at the styling stations and briefly watched as rollers were put in or removed and lovely hairstyles created. The other patrons seemed to pay no attention to me or that I was obviously a boy in a dress.

Tina started by applying an apricot fruit scrub to my face. She told me this would remove the dead skin cells and would cleanse and open my pores. We chatted as she worked on the scrub. Next, an oatmeal paste was applied to my skin and allowed to set for a few minutes. While I was waiting, Tina went and got her camera. She asked if I would like some pictures of my first beauty salon visit for my scrapbook. I nodded my head and smiled as she took the first of several pictures that day. She carefully sponged off the oatmeal mask and then applied what she called a deep cleansing facial mask. This would stay in place for fifteen minutes. I wanted to start giggling when I saw my reflection with the blue mask covering all of my face except for the area around my eyes. Again, this called for a picture to be taken.

As I was relaxing waiting for the mask to do the cleansing, I noticed that Tina had placed my feet in a foot bath/whirlpool. She had me soak my feet and enjoy the effects of the whirlpool for about five minutes and then went to work on the nails. As she was about to apply polish, she looked at me and asked if I wanted colored or clear polish. When I was briefly hesitant, she said I should get colored polish, at least on my toenails. It would make me feel more feminine every time I looked at my painted nails. With that logic, I quickly agreed and watched, in awe, as Tina skillfully coated each of my toenails with a frosted pink polish. When she was done, I simply loved how my toes looked.

Tina removed my facial mask and said that usually women get a full makeover after their facials. I smiled sadly and said that I would have to wait for that delight until I could truly come into the salon as Bonnie Jeanne. Tina understood and promised that she would do my makeup in a special way the first time I came in with my hair long enough so that I could be dressed as Bonnie Jeanne and not have to change into a dress or a skirt in her office. Before moving me to the shampoo bowl, Tina allowed me to put my knee-highs and flats back on.

I walked gracefully to the shampoo bowl and seated myself, carefully smoothing my dress under me. Tina observed my movements and smiled. As she leaned me back for my shampoo, she started talking about her Judy. I half heard her as I luxuriated in the relaxing shampooing and massaging of my scalp. It was so relaxing experiencing the shampoo process. Tina rinsed my hair and shampooed it a second time. After my second rinse was completed, Tina wrapped a towel around my head and led me to her styling station. Once I was seated she introduced me to the stylist working next to her. "Bonnie meet Bonnie Jeanne. She is a lovely person and is quite a bit like my Judy." Bonnie smiled at me and said she was pleased to meet me. She also said with a wink that she was happy to see that Bonnie Jeanne was properly attired for her salon visit. I smiled at her kindness.

Tina carefully combed my hair so it was hanging straight. She then applied the conditioning oil and combed it through my hair. She put a plastic conditioning cap over my hair and then the heated conditioning cap was put into place with the elastic strap slipped under my chin before it was fastened. Tina handed me a magazine to read. I looked and noticed that it catered to teenage girls. I took the magazine and started reading it as the heat from the cap activated the conditioner. As I sat there reading the magazine, I realized that more pictures were being taken for inclusion in my scrapbook. For each one, I made sure I had a nice smile on my face.

After ten minutes, Tina returned and turned off the heated cap. After removing it, she took me over to the shampoo bowl to rinse out the excess conditioner. I leaned back into the neck support while Tina removed the plastic conditioning cap. Again I savored the feel of the warm water as Tina rinsed any residual conditioner form my hair. She wrapped a towel around my damp hair and led me back to her styling station. We chatted as she trimmed up my hair. Tina assured me that in a month or two, my hair would be long enough to have some style and maybe even some body from a permanent. I was thrilled to here that I could possibly have a permanent so soon.

When she finished trimming my hair, Tina brushed it slightly and then reached for the can of hairspray. She told me to hold my towel over my eyes while she applied some of the spray to my hair. I smiled and quickly complied. Tina told me that the hairspray would keep my hair in place but would easily wash out when I showered. She then moved me over to one of the hair dryers and rolled the manicure table up to it. She smiled as she lowered the dryer hood over my head, even though she did not turn it on. Tina indicated that I could experience some things today without actually needing them.

By direction, I soaked the nails on my one hand in the solution Tina provided. When she started to work on that hand, she had me soak my other hand. She cleaned the cuticles of the accumulated junk that had built up and then filed my nails into nice ovals. I watched as she reached for the frosted pink polish. Even though I wanted my fingernails to look as nice as my toenails, I knew that for right now, this was not practical. As I started to voice my objections, Tina smiled and said that she was just teasing me. She then reached for the clear polish and quickly applied two coats to my nails. I was warned not to touch anything while my nails dried or I would have a visible mess. After keeping my hands still for a while, I was told by Tina that my nails were dry and I could again move my hands and fingers around. I sat there for a few minutes looking at my freshly manicured nails.

Tina moved me back to her station and started to remove my shampoo cape. She told me to sit there for a few minutes. She had someone that she wanted me to meet. It wasn't long before a beaming Tina returned arm-in-arm with a very lovely young lady. She was wearing a gorgeous lavender satin French maid's uniform trimmed with white lace, black stockings and lavender heels that were at least four inches high. A lovely white, lacy apron contrasted against her uniform. Lastly, a white lace maid's cap was pinned to her hair. My mind raced as I envisioned myself dressed in a similar fashion.

Tina smiled as she said, "Judy, I want you to meet a very special young lady. This is Bonnie Jeanne." She then turned to me and said, "This is my Judy, my very special one that I mentioned to both your Mom and you." I stood and looked at Judy, smiled and offered my hand in a very feminine manner. She took my hand in a soft and gracious way and gently shook it and then pulled me close for a nice hug. I loved the feel of her satin uniform. When she again stepped away, Judy said she was pleased to meet me and very happy for me that I was exploring and understanding my softer, feminine side. Her last words, before she went to cleaning the salon, were that she hoped I would find someone just like Tina. I smiled again and said that it was my wish also. Judy said she hoped to see me here in the future and then left to begin hr cleaning duties. I watched, enthralled, as Judy walked gracefully away from me in her heels, her hips causing the skirt of her uniform to sway in a most feminine manner. Perhaps one day, I would be able to dress and move like that.

Mom was waiting for me. She asked Tina if it would be all right if I put on my wig so that I wouldn't have to change clothes. I smiled at the thought of again being Bonnie Jeanne out in public. Tina said it would not be a problem, took the wig case from Mom and securely positioned my wig on my head. Using her brush and comb, she did some quick styling on it and then said that I could wear it in any time and she would wash and set it while it was still on my head. I said I would remember it.

As Mom was paying my bill, Judy came forward, again hugged me and handed me a sheer white headscarf to cover my hair. I thanked her for her gift and placed it over my head, tying it under my chin. Mom handed me my purse and said that we had time for a little shopping before dinner. She wanted to get me my first pair of heels and a pair of open toed sandals, so I could show off my freshly done toenails.

As we walked out of the salon, I thought of the beauty treatments I had received, of meeting Judy, of the promise of getting a permanent in the foreseeable future and the thought of my first pair of heels. As I looked back at the salon, I smiled as I contemplated the name. Yes, being there had made me feel like a "New Woman."

 

 

 

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