Judy: From the Beauty Salon to Prom Girl
by: Janis Elizabeth

 

Prologue

The old year that has past was filled with all kinds of different experiences, some expected and eagerly awaited and some only dreamed of and hoped for. Memories created from the old year become the foundation of the hopes and expectations for the new. With the beginning of the New Year, there is always the promise of new and exciting times, the potential for many new and different activities and the possibility of experiencing many different stimulating sensations. This was particularly true for me at the beginning of this New Year.

The past year had seen me fulfill my biggest fantasy of having my hair done in a beauty salon while wearing at least lingerie. I had given many opportunities to dress en femme on a regular basis. And, I had been allowed to develop a wonderful relationship with a fantastic young lady named Tina who, in addition, was also my hair stylist and beautician. She completely accepted me for the person that I am whether I was dressed as Jerry or as Judy. Tina did not judge me or condemn me because I enjoyed dressing in a feminine manner. She realized that there was more to me as a person and that this did not depend on what I wore.

With the new year dawning, I could now look forward to the second semester of classes, additional appointments having my hair and makeup done at Tina's salon, the regular wearing of soft and sensuous women's clothing, including all of my French maid's uniforms, and the continued development and growth of my special relationship with Tina. For all of these reasons and more, I was ready for the New Year.

 

 

Chapter 1

I awoke, neither bright nor early, that New Year's morning with my white satin negligee bunched up around my shoulders. For a few minutes I lay there looking at Tina while she slept. Her negligee was in the same state of disarray as mine was and her naked body looked very enticing as always. As I reached out to caress her lovely breasts, Tina roused, looked at me and smiled. Almost immediately, we had resumed our activities from much earlier this morning.

After all of our late night/early morning activities, we were very slow to get out of bed. I jokingly reminded Tina of the belief that what you do on New Year's Day you will do every day throughout the year. Tina looked at me, smiled and said, "I think that would be great. Wouldn't you want to wear a soft negligee every day and engage in wild and passionate lovemaking with someone special?" I had to agree with her that, if it were possible, I would love to do that every day. We finally arose a little before noon. As our negligees slid back over our bodies, we hugged and fondled each other some more, through the silkiness of our garments.

We took off our negligees, put on our shower caps to protect our hairdos and then showered together. I believe that any time two people that love each other can shower or bathe together, there is more time spent enjoying each other's touches and less time actually spent washing. This was the case with our shower. It felt so good to caress Tina's breasts and bottom while she worked her tongue into my mouth. It took for the water to start getting cold before we finally decided that it was time to turn off the water and dry ourselves off.

Tina handed me a big fluffy pink towel and also got one for herself. When we finished drying off and had applied bah powder, she asked me to wrap my towel around me as she did with hers, just like a woman. We walked back into her bedroom with our intimate parts covered by our towels. As Tina started to get out lingerie for us to wear, she asked me what I would like to do with the rest of the day. Since I really didn't want to watch any of the bowl games, I told her that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me. After a little thought, she asked if I would like to have a new salon experience by going and having her give me a permanent. I told her that I didn't want her to have to go in to the salon on a holiday just to do my hair. She just pooh-poohed my concerns and said that she would love to give me a perm. "Besides, we will not have to worry about being interrupted today. Who knows," she said, "maybe I can also talk you into having your hair frosted? I think that you would look great with your hair frosted." I told her that I would have to think seriously about having her frost my hair. However, it certainly was not out of the realm of possibilities.

 

 

Chapter 2

We proceeded to get dressed in our white satin lingerie, black stockings, white satin, short-sleeved blouses and long, full denim skirts. Since it was a holiday, we were dressed more casually than usual. Black patent 2-inch heels completed our outfits. Tina put a minimal amount of makeup on and advised me to do likewise. I carefully applied some foundation, powder, blush, mascara and lipstick to my face. Since there was a slight chill in the air, we each wore light windbreakers and scarves also. My jacket was of red nylon and my scarf was a silken print. Tina wore a navy blue jacket and a light blue scarf. We picked up our purses and headed for Tina's car. I gracefully got into the passenger's seat, making sure that I did not mess up my skirt.

We chatted about many things as we drove to the salon, including Kathy and Bonnie's reaction to my secret passion, the New Year's Eve party and Jennifer's reaction to my appearance. I told Tina that I was very pleased with the way everything turned out yesterday, especially the great reactions from Kathy, Bonnie and Jennifer. I commented on Jennifer's brazen fondling, not only of my silken covered bottom but of Tina's as well. I did have to admit though that it felt good to have her fondle my bottom through the satiny softness of my gown and my lingerie. Tina laughed a little and said that was just the way that Jennifer was. Although she didn't have any proof, she suspected that Jennifer could and would enjoy being with boys, girls or boys dressed as girls. This would have explained for her embraces and caresses last night, especially with me.

As there was no traffic, we made good time in getting to the salon. Naturally, Tina was even able to park right in front. I carefully got out of the car while Tina went to unlock the salon door. After we were inside, she locked the door behind us. "Judy," she asked, "what do you think of having your hair frosted? Have you made a decision?" I thought about her question for a minute and then said, "Well, I don't want to look like something that escaped from a circus sideshow. However, if you think my hair will look nice after it is frosted, I am more than willing to have you do it." Tina looked at me, smiled and said, "Judy, if I didn't think it would look fine, I wouldn't have suggested it. Just trust me. You have always been happy with your looks after all of your previous appointments. I can assure you that you will like how your hair looks when I am done."

With that, she seated me in front of the shampoo bowl, placed a blue shampoo cape over my clothes and leaned me back until my neck rested in the bowl cutout. For protection and more, Tina then put both a pink shampoo cape and a pink cobbler's apron over her clothes since she was going to be using a lot of things that could leave nasty stains on fabrics, especially satins and denims. After a gentle and relaxing shampoo and conditioning, Tina wrapped a towel around my head and had me sit up. We then moved to her styling station. She clipped a dry towel around my shoulders and then tied a fitted plastic cap with a lot of holes in it over my hair. "This is how we will frost your hair," she said. "I will use a special needle to pull the strands of your hair through the cap. Once we have all of the strands that we want to frost outside the cap, I will apply the frosting solution." I nodded in semi-understanding.

Working quickly and carefully, Tina began to pull the strands of my hair through the plastic cap. I just sat there in amazement and watched our reflection in the mirror as she did it. After about fifteen minutes, she looked at me and said, "Once that hair is frosted, it should give you a nice contrast to your existing hair color." Before she went back and mixed the chemicals, Tina took a few pictures of me for our respective scrapbooks. After putting on plastic gloves and preparing the frosting solution, she took a small brush and thoroughly coated each strand of hair that was protruding through the cap. When she had finished coating these strands, she took a few pictures of the in-process product. Just from looking in the mirror at this point, I wasn't sure if the result would turn out as well as Tina had promised. Next came a plastic cap, like a shower cap, that covered the frosted hair. "This cap will seal in the heat from the reaction of the chemicals with your hair," she said. "It will take about fifteen minutes for the frosting to be completed."

She handed me a ladies magazine to read while the frosting was in process and told me that she would be with me in a little bit. I was enjoying the sensations of sitting there in my denim skirt and soft blouse, having my hair frosted in Tina's salon. I realized that I was very happy that I had decided to let Tina frost my hair and smiled appreciatively at her. When it was time, Tina took me back to the shampoo bowl, had me in a reclining position at the shampoo bowl, took off the outer plastic cap and rinsed the remaining solution off of my hair. She then removed the plastic frosting cap and took me back to her styling station. My hair was then sectioned and wound on perm rods with end papers. After wrapping the outer edge of my hair with wide cotton wrapping and handing me a towel for my eyes, Tina proceeded to apply the permanent solution to each of the perm rods, thoroughly soaking each one. A plastic bag was clipped in place over my hair and the perm rods and I again proceeded to read more in the magazine while the perm took. Occasionally, I would have to wipe my eyes to ease the irritation caused by the excess perm solution runoff from my hair. I was oblivious to the time as I relished each part of this new experience.

Once the perm had processed, Tina took the plastic bag and the cotton wrapping off of my head and again took me to the shampoo bowl where she thoroughly rinsed my hair and applied the neutralizer. I sat there for several minutes while the neutralizer worked. After removing the perm rods, Tina took me to her styling station, rolled my hair and put me under a dryer. Once completely dry, I was back at Tina's styling station where she proceeded to style my freshly frosted and permed hair. She asked that I not look at myself in the mirror until she was done. Since the salon was adorned with many mirrors, the only way that I could comply was to keep my eyes closed, which was difficult because I eagerly wanted to see the finished product even before Tina was done.

Finally, I felt her spray a generous amount of hair spray and then she turned the styling chair toward the mirror. "OK Judy. Open your eyes. You can look now," she said. I slowly opened my eyes, not sure of what I expected to see or whether I wanted to see the result. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was amazed at how nice both my frosting and my permanent had turned out. There were indications of the different color from the frosting throughout my hair. However, it was not excessive nor did it call any undue attention to me. My hairstyle showed a gentle wave throughout from the permanent. "I gave you a body perm rather than a curly one," Tina said "because I thought it would create the best style for you and would be the easiest to maintain."

I sat there awestruck, looking at my reflection admiring my freshly frosted and permed hair. Tina produced the camera and took pictures of the finished product while I beamed at her. She then removed my shampoo cape and started to straighten up her styling station. I stood and reached for her to give her a big hug of thanks. This, of course, led to a passionate kiss and some intense fondling of each other. We broke our passionate embrace only for as long as it took Tina to close up the shop and safely drive us back to her house. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening enjoying each other's charms while in varying states of dress and undress.

 

 

Chapter 3

New Year's Day gave way to the rest of January. The second semester began with the new schedule of classes. There was also the regular routine of hair appointments, salon cleanings and weekends with Tina. Many of my female classmates, both those who knew me during the first semester and the new ones from the current semester complimented me on both my permanent and on my frosting. Some even said that they were glad that I could really appreciate the finer points of good hair care. All seemed delighted that I wasn't like one of those macho types who scorned their softer sides. Several of them even asked where I had my hair done. Naturally, I glowingly recommended Tina's salon to them. A few tried it and later told me how good Tina and the other stylists were at their craft and how nice they were also. This additional word of mouth advertising helped Tina's thriving business grow even more.

Every weekend would find Tina and I together, from the close of the salon on Saturday evening until dawn on Monday. Sometimes, we would go out to eat and take in a movie. Other times, we might attend an on-campus cultural event like a play or a concert. For those occasions we would proceed to get dressed in our dressier outfits. Sometimes we would just get a pizza and spend the entire evening cuddled up on Tina's couch watching television. Saturday nights would find us donning soft negligees and getting between satin sheets as we slept in each other's arms. Sundays would always see us getting dressed in our Sunday best, going to church and then going out to a nice place to eat. No one in the congregation suspected that I was other than a female friend of Tina's. Monday morning would find us reluctantly returning to our weekday routines.

Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday this year, so after the salon closed, Tina and I changed into red satin lingerie, red knee-length, satin dresses and red 3-inch heels and went out to a nice restaurant to celebrate the spirit of the day. Naturally, upon returning to her house, we each put on a red satin negligee and really celebrated the reason for the day.

Around the end of March, I let Tina do another frosting and perm on my hair. This time, it was done while Bonnie and Kathy were still in the salon styling the hair of some of their clients. When I sat down at Tina's station with the frosting cap on my head, they both smiled at me and gave me knowing looks. When Tina was finished, both Bonnie and Kathy hugged me and complimented me on my appearance.

My grades continued to be excellent and this enabled me to continue to dress en femme, especially on weekends, and have my hair done at Tina's. Furthermore, Tina and I were enjoying a great relationship. Also, she continued to expand my wardrobe of French maid's uniforms. In addition to my original uniforms in black, red and light blue satin, I now had French maid's uniforms in royal blue, pink, Kelly green and white satin. Tina told me that she had plans to get me one in lavender and maybe one in light green also. All were trimmed in white with white aprons and lacy caps except for the white uniform, which was trimmed in black and had a matching black apron. Everything seemed to be going very well. Would things get better in the future? I certainly hoped so. However, only time would tell.

 

 

Chapter 4

One night at the beginning of April, I started thinking about going to the Freshman Formal at the end of the month. This was the Freshman Class's equivalent to the Senior Prom. A date was not required in order to attend, nor was a date of the opposite gender required. After finishing my tasks around the salon, I asked Tina if she would like to go with me to the Formal. She asked if I would feel uncomfortable going with her because she was ten years my senior. I told her that the age difference didn't mean anything to me. She had accepted me as I was. She had introduced me to so much that was new and wonderful and different, from my weekly hair styling, to my French maid's uniforms to all of the pretty clothes that she had gotten for me. We had even shared her bed on many, many occasions. I didn't even think about the age difference between us. I very definitely wanted her to attend the Formal with me. She just stared at me for a moment before reaching out and hugging me tightly. "Are we both going to wear formal gowns," she asked? "Of course," I replied. She again hugged me tightly. We made plans to go shopping the next evening for our gowns. "Wear something other than one of your French maid's uniforms," she suggested. "I don't think the clerks would know what to think if you came prancing in there in a short satin uniform with a starched crinoline and 4-inch heels."

The next evening I appeared at the salon wearing a long, full denim skirt, a white cotton short sleeve blouse, white satin lingerie, black stockings and black patent 2-inch heels. I greeted Bonnie and Kathy as they were leaving. Bonnie told me that I looked nice tonight. Kathy said that I just didn't look the same, since I wasn't wearing one of my pretty French maid's uniforms that evening. I told them that Tina and I were going shopping for formal gowns for each of us after I finished cleaning. Kathy said she hoped that I would find something pretty. Bonnie said that the next time she saw me, she wanted me to describe any gowns that I had tried on and/or bought. This evening, I think I cleaned the salon and finished my tasks in record time. Tina was wearing a white cotton blouse and a flared print skirt.

She drove us to a bridal and formal shop about forty-five minutes away. "I figured we might have a better selection in a place where we weren't competing against every other woman in town for a gown for the same dance. Also, this is where I got our gowns that we wore last New Year's Eve. You were satisfied with that gown, weren't you?" I agreed that my New Year's Eve gown was beautiful, felt nice and fit very well. I was glad that we were going to try to get our Freshman Formal gowns at the same location.

We parked on their adjacent parking lot. As we approached the front door, I longingly looked at the gowns, both formal and bridal, that were on display in the window. Each type of gown had an appeal to me in a different way. Two sales associates greeted Tina and me as we entered. The one asked if she could help us. Tina replied that we were looking for long gowns for a formal dance at the end of the month. The two associates, Janet and Virginia, showed us toward the racks of formal gowns. I looked longingly across the store at the row upon row of white satin bridal gowns. Tina must have read my mind because she leaned over to me and whispered, "Not tonight, Judy. However, I promise that we will come back sometime and look at and try on those pretty bridal gowns. I would love to see you wearing a nice white satin gown, hoop crinoline and a veil. I think you would look very pretty as a bride. However, this evening, let's concentrate on finding our special dresses for the Freshman Formal." I sighed and reluctantly agreed with her.

Virginia first asked us what size we were looking for and, after finding out that we both were looking for a size 12, asked if we were looking for any particular style. I commented that style was not important to us but that we each wanted a gown that looked good on us and that felt good while we were wearing it. After looking at several styles, Tina and I each selected three gowns to try on. While Janet stood by to assist Tina with zipping up each of her selections, Virginia stood ready to assist me with that same chore.

The first gown was a red satin sheath with wide straps and a square neckline. After I had it on, Virginia came into the fitting room and zipped me up. Tina had brought her camera, so, by default, Virginia became the photographer for the evening. She took a few pictures of me in the red gown. Tina and I both stepped out of our fitting rooms and looked at each other in our gowns. She was wearing an Empire gown with a high waist and a long loose skirt of emerald green satin. The neckline of the gown exposed an ample portion of her breasts to view. "Do you think this may be a little too daring for the Freshman Formal," she asked? I said that I thought it might be. We commented on how our gowns felt and then went back and tried on the next one.

My second gown was sleeveless, fitted to the waist with a flowing skirt and straight neckline in black satin. While it looked and felt nice, it just didn't seem right. The third gown was a full-skirted pink satin gown with wide straps and a rounded neckline that would require a crinoline or two underneath it. I loved the style but was not impressed with the color. Virginia asked me to wait for a minute and let her see what she could find in the back. A few moments later, she came into my fitting room with two more gowns of the same style, one in a light green, the other in a royal blue. It was love at first sight with the royal blue satin. Before Virginia would let me try it on, she went out and got two full-skirted crinolines for me to have on under the gown. "This will let you experience the full effect of the gown when you look at yourself," she said.

Virginia lowered the first crinoline over my head and down my body, securing it at my waist. She reminded me that I would also need an ankle-length slip under the gown. The second crinoline was then placed over the first. Virginia then helped me into the gown. As she zipped me in, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I loved the way the gown looked and felt on me. It was a good thing that I had tucked myself in properly, otherwise my heightened state of excitement might be very visible. While it felt strange to walk with a long gown and the two crinolines, I soon moved with a comfortable air and an easy grace.

Tina came into my fitting room and eyed me approvingly. "I love the style and the fabric of that gown and how it looks on you," she said. "The color of the gown sets off the color of your hair and of your complexion. You look absolutely great." At that moment, Tina looked pretty great herself. She was wearing a strapless black satin gown that was fitted to the waist and then gently flowed into a wider skirt. I told her how terrific she looked. "Well, I guess these will be our gowns for the dance," she said. Janet produced two pair of white elbow length gloves for us to wear with our gowns. After we put them on to complete our appearance, Virginia again acted as the photographer and took several pictures of each of us alone and then several pictures of us together. Janet commented on how beautiful we looked and said that once we had our hair and makeup done, we would look tremendous. I blushed at her compliment, while Tina expressed our thanks. We then changed back into our skirts and blouses and returned to the salon showroom.

Virginia asked what type of shoes we would like to be wearing, and after finding out our sizes, went off to see what shoes she could find that would match our gowns. When she came back, she didn't seem overly optimistic. "Judy, the only pair of shoes that I have in your size that would match the blue gown have 4-inch heels. Do you want that much heel or would you rather have something lower?" I told her that the 4-inch heel would be fine. When Tina heard my comment, she indicated to Virginia that 4-inch heels would be fine for her also. Virginia then produced two pairs of 4-inch heels, one in a royal blue with open toes that matched my gown and an identical pair in black that went with Tina's dress. After trying them on, we both said that we would take them. Additionally, she had matching evening bags that we also purchased. As they had lingerie in stock that matched our gowns, Janet convinced us to include our lingerie also, rather than try to find everything that matched at the last minute. Tina got a strapless black satin bra-slip, panties and garter belt. I selected a royal blue satin bra, panties, ankle-length slip and garter belt. "You ladies will definitely be the Belles of the Ball," Janet told us as we paid for our purchases. We thanked both her and Virginia for their assistance. Tina broadly hinted that we might be back one day for a white satin wedding dress or two. I just beamed as she said this. After again thanking them for their assistance, we headed for the car and for Tina's house, where my gown would stay until the Freshman Formal in a few weeks.

 

 

Chapter 5

On the journey home, Tina and I talked about our shopping trip and the different gowns that we had tried on. She commented on how nice I looked in the full-skirted royal blue satin. I said how nice it felt, even with both crinolines on under the skirt. I again complimented her on how good the black strapless gown seemed to fit her and how pretty she looked in it. We also talked about the various styles of bridal gowns that we saw and about going back one day and trying some of them on. I told Tina that I would really be looking forward to that special day when I could have that unique experience.

As we neared town, Tina commented that she had never seen my apartment. I said it wasn't anything special, that it just the typical small student apartment. She persisted in wanting to see it. Finally, I relented and agreed to show her my home away from home. I gave her directions on how to get there. When she had parked the car, she commented on how close I really lived to her salon.

We got out of the car and headed for my apartment. While I was reaching into my purse for my keys, I heard a woman's voice behind me ask, "Pardon me. Is this the apartment of Jerry Daniels?" I froze for a few seconds as I realized who was speaking. I then slowly turned around to face my mother. "Hello Mother," I said. "To say that I am surprised to see you is an understatement. What brings you here tonight?" It took a moment or two for Tina to realize what was happening. It took a little longer for my mother to realize that this was her son who was standing before her wearing a skirt, blouse and heels. "Jerry, is that you," she asked with disbelief in her voice? After a pregnant pause, I turned to Tina and said, "Tina, I would like you to meet my mother, Sharon Daniels. Mom, I would like you to meet a very special young lady in my life, Tina Roberts. Come in and let's talk about your visit and why you see me in this different attire." With that, I turned, opened the door and led Tina and my mother into my apartment.

 

(Due to the length of the original story, it was split into two parts. See Judy's Prom and Bridal Experiences for more about Judy and Tina)

 

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