Judy's First Beauty Salon Visit            by: Janis Elizabeth

 

One of the joys being a teen-ager in the sixties and seventies is, that with the British music invasion of the Beatles, Dave Clark Five, etc., people had come to accept longer hair styles on men and boys. It was in that environment, that I was able to let my hair grow longer without getting a lot of grief from my parents. It was also one of those overt things that I could to be to be more like a woman. Yes, in secret, I was one of those guys that enjoyed wearing lingerie and other women's clothing.

I was eleven or twelve when I first became fascinated with my mother's soft and silky lingerie. I remember the first time I slipped into her room and wore her clothing, putting on one of her bras, a pair of panties and a slip when I was home alone. I used several pairs of her silky panties to fill my bra cups and give me a more feminine shape. The sensations that flooded through my body were enough to fill my thoughts with the joys and wonders of this clothing. As my mother kept her lingerie drawer in an unorganized state, it was easy for me to regularly remove some of her lingerie and wear it while moving around the house. It was also easy to replace, as my mother would never have noticed that it was not in the same position as before I borrowed it.

Since then, I have enjoyed wearing all manner of women's outer clothing and lingerie. I even had my own hidden supply of women's lingerie and outer clothing, carefully acquired during several shopping trips to distant malls. I would wear my hidden treasures when my parents were not around. To heighten the experience, I regularly shaved my arms and legs and used depilatory cream over the rest of my body. The sensation of feeling a silky piece of lingerie against your hairless body is one that is almost impossible to describe.

One of my favorite fantasies that I had was about wearing at least a bra, panties, garter belt and stockings while having my longish hair done in a very feminine beauty salon. I had tried to do my hair on rollers myself once or twice but was frustrated by my inability to properly get my hair tightly onto the rollers. At the time, I did not have the patience, or the experience that it took to properly set my hair on rollers.

I graduated from high school and went away to college still wearing my hair at the same length as some of those pop singers. However, it meant that I had to wash and condition it regularly or else I would have a mess of tangles and snarls. Some teens adopted the messy look; I chose not to. While my parents did not approve of my hair length, wishing that I would wear it in a shorter style, they did teach me always to be neat in every aspect of my appearance, including my hair.

Within two or three blocks of the apartment where I lived while at school, there was a series of small stores and shops, one of which was a very feminine looking beauty salon called 'A New Woman Beauty Salon.' I had found it during my first week on campus. After finding this beauty salon so close and convenient to my apartment, I would regularly walk past and look in at the surroundings, seeing the women getting their hair done while trying not to be too obvious by staring.

One Tuesday in early September, I was in my apartment after class. I had just put on a white satin camisole, garter belt, white satin panties and nude stockings. The feeling of its softness next to my skin sent chills through my body. I decided to leave my bra off for the time being. Thus attired, I was all set to read and study when I had an overpowering urge to go and get my hair washed and set at 'A New Woman.' I have had these desires on several occasions, but none previously were as powerful as this urge that now consumed me. It seemed like Mondays and Tuesdays were the slow days at the salon. They also had a sign in the window encouraging walk-ins. Rather than remove it, I decided to leave my soft lingerie on. I put my socks over my stockings, pulled my jeans and shirt on, and tucked in my shirt so that my panties would not be showing and slipped on my loafers. It felt wonderful going out knowing that I had on lingerie under my jeans and shirt.

I walked slowly to the beauty salon, trying to build up my courage to go in. I even walked past it once without stopping. I did look in and see that there were no customers in the salon at that time. On my second pass, I decided to go in and see what would happen when I made my request. The ever-present smell of setting lotions and permanent wave solutions hit my nose as soon as I entered. A little bell attached to the door announced my presence. I stood patiently at the front desk, waiting for the beautician to appear. In a few minutes, an attractive woman in her late twenties came out from the back. "May I help you," she asked? She had medium length blond hair that was nicely fixed. Her makeup was not overdone. She was wearing a denim skirt and a short sleeve thin white cotton blouse. I could see traces of the lace on her slip through the blouse.

For a few seconds, I could not answer her question. Finally, in a halting voice, I asked if it would be possible to get a shampoo and set. She looked at me for a second or two and then asked why I wanted to have my hair done in a woman's beauty salon. I started to get embarrassed, so I turned to leave. She stopped me and said, "Wait a minute. I don't have any problem with what you asked. However, I was a little surprised, to say the least, by your request. It's fine if you want to have your hair shampooed and set. My name is Tina and I would be more than happy to wash and set your hair. I don't have any appointments scheduled for the rest of the afternoon, so my time is freely available. By the way, what is your name?"

I told Tina that my family had named me Gerald but to I usually went by Jerry. "Well Jerry, if you would follow me back to the shampoo area, we'll get started." She led the way to the back of the shop where she had me sit in one of the reclining shampoo chairs. Tina turned the collar of my shirt inside to keep it from getting wet. Little did I realize that when she did this, she could look down inside my shirt and see the straps of my camisole. She then put a neck tissue around my neck and draped a pink plastic shampoo cape over me, fastening it around the tissue. Tina then leaned me back until my neck rested in the neck rest of the shampoo bowl. She then put a clear plastic cobbler's apron decorated with little pink flowers over her so as to protect her clothes. After adjusting the temperature of the water, Tina proceeded to thoroughly wet my hair. Next was the shampoo. What a relaxing feeling as Tina's fingers gently massaged my hair and scalp while making sure that my hair was completely shampooed. She then rinsed my hair and applied conditioner. A second rinsing and then she turned off the water. "You have very nice hair. I know many women who would love to have your head of hair. Now just sit still for a moment while I get a towel." she said.

While reaching for my towel, Tina apparently noticed the obvious evidence of the tabs on my garter belt, outlined under my jeans. As she wrapped the towel around my head and lightly dried my hair, she asked, "Since you are here in a women's beauty salon, may I call you by a feminine name? It doesn't seem right to call you Jerry while I am rolling your hair up." I was somewhat stunned by her question as she had me sit up. "I guess that's all right," I managed to stammer. She asked if I had any special feminine name that I liked. When I said that I did not have any preferences, Tina thought for a few seconds and said, "Would you mind if I called you Judy? You could be Judith Ann. That has a nice ring to it. However, please don't let me embarrass you with this." I told her that, since I was in her beauty salon, it would be fine to call me Judy and I would not be embarrassed. Secretly, I liked her choice of Judith Ann or Judy for me.

With the damp towel wrapped around my head, she took me over to her styling station, wiped some more of the water off of my hair and then placed the towel with the other laundry. She then took a dry towel, draped it over my shoulders and used a big hair clip at the front to hold it in place.

"I first noticed the straps of what I presume was your camisole and not your slip when I put the shampoo cape on you. Then I noticed your garter tabs, Judy, while I was shampooing you. Do you like to wear women's clothing." I blushed furiously at her question and tried to hide my face in my hands. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said. "All of my customers wear women's clothing in here. Now Judy, tell me what you have on." Tina's question about a feminine name had initially surprised me. Ultimately, however, I was thrilled as she addressed me as Judy, even though I had shown my embarrassment over were comments about my lingerie. I told her that I was wearing a white lacy, satiny camisole, white lace satin panties, a white garter belt with six garters and nude stocking. "Sounds very pretty. Why didn't you wear a bra also," she asked? I told her that I felt that a bra couldn't be hidden as well as other items of apparel. Obviously, I was wrong about how well hidden were my camisole and garter belt. Tina looked at me and said, "Maybe you would show me your feminine frillies before you leave. Would you be willing to do that as a favor for me?" I slowly nodded my head in agreement to her request.

"Now, let's get down to the business at hand. I imagine that you want a very basic set with the ends flipped under. Do you want to have bangs with your new hairdo?" I looked at her with a blank look on my face and simply shrugged my shoulders. "Since I don't really have any idea of what I want to tell you, I guess my hair is in your capable hands," I told her. "Well, Judy, you will love your hair when I am done with it." Tina began to comb through my hair to remove any tangles. She then sectioned it and rolled it. As each roller was placed tightly next to my scalp, Tina placed a metal hair clip to properly secure the roller in place.

While she rolled my hair, she asked me about myself. "Are you a local or a student," she asked? I told her that I was a student majoring in business. She then asked in I was living in a dorm, a sorority (oops, I mean a fraternity) or in an apartment and if I had a roommate. I told her that I lived by myself in a ground level apartment with a private entrance not too far from her salon. Tina asked why I wanted to have my hair done in a beauty salon. I told her that my life-long fantasy was to have my hair done in a salon while wearing some, if not all, women's clothing. She also asked if I had a girlfriend. I had to reluctantly admit that, while I would like to, I did not have a girlfriend. "I don't know if I could date someone and have her find out about my secret desires to wear women's clothing," I said. "Also, I don't want her thinking that I was dating her merely to get closer to her clothes." "Don't worry about it in here," said Tina. "Your secret is safe with me. I think it is nice that you know that you have a softer side under your masculine exterior and that you want to experience that side of your life."

It didn't take her long to have my head covered with various colored and sized rollers. She was ready to remove my shampoo cape when I asked her if I could wear it while I sat under the dryer. She told me that was not a problem. I also asked if she would tie a hairnet over my rollers. After searching a few seconds in her drawer, she produced a hairnet. "Pink seems to be the only color I have. Is pink okay with you," she asked? I nodded. Tina then tied the net on my head and led me to a dryer.

Just before she lowered the dryer hood over my head and turned it on she asked me if I would also like a manicure. I asked her if she would mind doing that. "Not at all, Judy" she said. "It will add to your fantasy. Your nails will look very nice when I am done with them." She then lowered the dryer hood, set the timer control and turned on the dryer. Tina then rolled the manicure table and her chair up to me. She sat down and I watched as she got things ready. She had me soak the nails on one hand for several minutes. She then took that hand out of the solution and had me soak my other hand. Tina started filing and cleaning until I had nicely rounded nails with all of the usual nail debris removed. She repeated the process on my other hand. Just as she finished cleaning, filing and shaping the nails on my second hand, the timer for the dryer rang. After lifting the dryer hood and checking my hair, Tina pronounced me dry.

"Judy, I would like to put a nice colored polish on your nails. I have a pink that would go well with your coloring. I'll even give you some polish remover and cotton, so that you can remove the polish later in your apartment. Would you like to have your nails polished?" I told her that would be very nice. I was living the very fantasy that I had only imagined on too many occasions.

Tina started applying the polish one nail at a time. Between the aroma of the polish and the sensation of looking at my hands and seeing the nails coated with a very feminine pink color, I almost fainted from the excitement. When she finished one hand, Tina cautioned me not to move them so that the polish would dry properly. She then did my other hand. While finishing my nails, Tina commented that maybe the next time, I would like a pedicure, as well as a manicure and a set. I told her that I would be looking forward to having a pedicure. My hands rested on the manicure table while my nails dried.

When my nails were dry, Tina had me move back to her styling chair. She faced me away from the mirror. "I don't want to spoil your surprise of seeing yourself before I am finished," she said. She proceeded to remove my hairnet and to take out all of my rollers. Tina then started combing and brushing my hair, occasionally using some additional setting lotion to hold my hair in place. Finally, she had completed my new hairstyle, complete with bangs. Tina handed me a towel and told me to cover my eyes. She then picked up a can of hair spray and proceeded to apply a liberal amount of spray to my hair to hold it in place.

She put the can down and told me that I would be pleased with the result. Slowly she turned the styling chair toward the mirror so that I could see myself. What I saw was astounding. Looking back at me from the mirror was an attractive woman wearing a shampoo cape with her hair freshly styled and her bangs covering her forehead. While not a beauty queen, the image staring back at me was very feminine and pretty, even without makeup. "Well Judy, what do you think of your hair style? Now, aren't you glad that you came in and had your fantasy fulfilled?" For a few seconds, all Tina heard out of me was stunned silence. When I again regained my wits. I told her that she had done a fantastic job. Yes, I told her, I was very glad I had come in and very happy with the results.

Tina hadn't removed my shampoo cape yet. "Would you like to heighten the pleasure of your fantasy even more," she asked? "Would you like me to apply some makeup on your face, so that you can really feel like a woman who has spent hours being pampered by her beautician?" Again, I readily agreed. Since she didn't usually stock cosmetics in the salon, Tina got her own makeup out of her purse and started applying it to my face. Foundation, powder, mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick were all carefully applied. She even thinned my eyebrows a little to give them a more feminine appearance. By the time she was finished, the attractive woman in the mirror was even more attractive. Everything about my appearance looked perfect from the pink blush on my cheeks to the pink lipstick on my lips that matched the nail polish color. I just could not believe how good all of this turned out. I was in heaven and felt very feminine.

Tina left me staring at my image for a few seconds. When she returned, she turned me a little. She held up a camera and said, "Come on Judy. Give me a big smile." Naturally, I beamed at her as she took a few pictures. She then had me place my freshly manicured hands next to my cheek so that my nails were visible and took a few close-ups of my made up face, hair and nails. "Judy, I'll make sure that I get you copies of all of these pictures for your scrapbook." I reluctantly removed my hands from in front of me so that she could remove my shampoo cape.

I started to reach for my wallet to pay for all of her services. However, Tina stopped me. "Not yet," she said. "Remember, you were going to show me your pretty garter belt and panties." I told her I didn't know if I dared due to a certain "problem" that I was having. "Don't worry, I'll help you take care of it. Follow me to my office in the back of the salon." When we got there, Tina reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties. "I always keep an extra pair here, in the event that I need to change them during the day," she said." She then had me lower my jeans. When I did, something was straining at the fabric of my panties, making it appear like an arrow sticking out from my body. Tina lowered my panties and wrapped hers around me. It didn't take too many strokes before I flooded her panties.

She held her panties in placed until the flood stopped. She then made sure that she wiped me dry. Before she would allow me to reposition my panties, Tina reached into her desk and withdrew an elastic belt and a sanitary pad. "Put these on, inside your panties, in case you have an accident." I thanked her, took the belt and the pad, placed it correctly around my waist and between my legs, tucked myself in and pulled up my panties. With my equipment tucked safely between my legs, I had a very feminine appearance in the front of my panties.

Tina looked at me in my lingerie. "Don't you like how nice it feels on your body," she asked? "Doesn't it feel good to have your stockings pulling at your garters with every step?" I told her that it felt wonderful. The sensations of the lingerie on my body were delightful. She asked me what size shoe I wore. I told her that I usually wear a men's 7. She then pulled out a pair of 3-inch heels from her desk. "I think these are an 8 1/2. Would you like to try them on?" I could hardly contain my emotions as I said YES.

Tina helped me out of my loafers, socks and jeans. She then had me sit down, while she helped me put on her shoes. To my surprise, they went on fairly easily. Yes, they were a little tight. However, they fit. Before she had me stand, Tina fastened a pair of dangling clip-on earrings to my ears. She helped me stand, telling me to hold on to the desk until I steadied myself and felt comfortable standing in the heels. In a few minutes, I felt that I could let go of the desk and stood up straight. The heels felt wonderful. Tina held my arm and helped me to walk a few steps around her office. It didn't take long until I could walk around on my own.

Tina had me remove my shirt so that I was standing there in all of my lingerie. She commented on how pretty all of my lingerie was and how nice I looked wearing it. She then took several pictures of me in her heels and my lingerie in different poses. In one she took a close-up that clearly showed my face and the lacy top of my satin camisole. For the last two pictures, she had me face away from the camera and bend slightly forward at the waist in a typical pin-up pose. She then had me look back behind me while thus posed. You could see my panty-covered bottom sticking out, my garters stretching taut and my nylon-encased legs with her heels on my feet. As she was rewinding the film, she told me how great my legs looked while wearing heels. I was thrilled, not only by her comment, but also by my whole salon experience.

While I was walking around some more in her heels and my lingerie, listening to the sound of the heels hitting the floor with each step, Tina decided to remove her blouse and skirt, so that I wasn't the only one visibly showing off her lingerie. She wore a very lacy white satin slip that literally clung to her body. I complimented her on her choice of a slip. She lifted her slip slightly so that I could catch a glimpse of her lacy, satiny panties. They looked as nice as the slip did.

Unfortunately, it got late too quickly. The adage about "Time flies when you are having fun" was so very true in this case. I told Tina that, although I was enjoying every second in her beauty salon, I really should be leaving. I thanked her for her assistance and told her how much I had enjoyed the entire afternoon.

I sat down and reluctantly removed Tina's heels and then I put on my shirt, jeans, socks and loafers. What a disappointment it is going from women's 3-inch heels to men's flats. After I was properly dressed again in my jeans, socks and shirt, we left her office and went to the front of the salon where I could pay for my hair, makeup and manicure. Tina made sure that I had some polish remover and cotton for my fingernails. "Here, take the bottle of nail polish with you and do your toenails in the privacy of your apartment," she said. "Just think how nice you will feel this week knowing that you have your toenails painted, just like a woman." She also told me how to remove my makeup.

Lastly, she picked up a frilly satin sleep bonnet from the display on the counter and included that in my total. "Judy, I'm sure you don't want to mess up your set while you sleep tonight. This bonnet will protect your hair while you sleep. By the way, what do you wear when you sleep?" I told her that I usually wear a long satiny nightgown and panties. "One of these days, you're going to have to show me your pretty nightgowns too," Tina said. She wished me pleasant dreams that night. "Make sure you wear your sleep bonnet," she said. I told her that I would. Tina also commented that it was a pity I was wearing boy's clothes. If I fully were dressed as a woman, she would recommend that I wear a thin scarf over my new hairdo to protect it from being windblown. I said that maybe the next time, I would be more appropriately dressed.

I was ready to leave when Tina stopped me and asked if I wanted to make an appointment for next week. I told her that would be great. "Would the same time next Tuesday be convenient for you? I can mark off the entire afternoon, as we did today, so that we can take care of all of your feminine needs." I told Tina that would be very nice. I saw her write 'Judy', shampoo and set, manicure, pedicure, facial, makeup in her appointment book. She then asked if I would come in as Judy, coming into the salon dressed in women's clothes. If I did not feel comfortable with that, she would allow me to change in her back room office. "I want you to wear a bra during your next appointment. If you do not have proper shoes to wear when dressed, you can borrow my heels again," Tina said. She promised to have my copy of her pictures available for me next week. "I'll also have a fresh roll of film in the camera too, so that we can continue to document Judy's experiences in the beauty salon."

I was so overcome by all of Tina's kindness that I just had to reach out and give her a big, warm hug. She didn't seem surprised by my action and hugged me back. Tina told me that she was looking forward to Judy's next appointment on the following Tuesday. "Not half as much as I am," I told her. She told me that if I were to become a regular customer, I would have to study hard and keep my grades up. Tina didn't want me to slack off on my studies just to concentrate on my feminine desires. I promised her that I would keep my grades up. Tina looked at me and said, "I will regularly want to see the grades from your papers and tests so as to check on your academic progress. Please don't hide any of your grades from me. If I see that your grades are starting to slip, I will bar you from this salon until such time as you show me that your grades have improved. Is that an acceptable condition for you?" I agreed to her condition without a second thought. I did not want to lose this recently attained privilege of having my hair done in Tina's salon.

I left the beauty salon feeling very feminine after receiving my new hairdo and having my nails manicured. The echoes of my heels hitting the floor as I walked still rang in my ears. I had the memories of my being clad only in my camisole, garter belt, panties and stockings in front of Tina and seeing her similarly attired. The feminine pad between my legs provided an additional reminder of the experiences of this afternoon. I could hardly wait for the following Tuesday to arrive so that I could again have my hair done. I had truly gone to a very appropriately named beauty salon, for when I left, I felt that I truly was 'A New Woman.'

 

 

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