Synopsis: The continuing story of Lorijo. Consider this part 5 of her continuing journal. Jenny becomes more concerned about Lorijo’s looks and wants her to appear younger, like a teen. If you enjoy attractions of girl hair and being aroused by those who find pleasure with molesting long blonde luscious hair, then you may like this story. You will enjoy this story more if you read the pervious Lorijo feminization stories as you will know and understand him more. Please read them all.

 

Lorijo’s Salon Incident                by: Lorijo Baily

 

Another month passed and Jenny began letting Lorijo go out on her own. Jenny’s feminization of Lorijo took the direction of making her appear younger. Jenny wanted Lorijo to perfect the teenage girl appearance before allowing her to move forward and go back to work. In doing so, Lorijo dressed younger. Jenny wanted her to appear like the "young little teen," so Lorijo wore shorter and tighter skirts, scantier tops, and hairstyles that looked young and cheerleader like.

I left the house to meet a salon appointment at 4:00 P.M. Jenny would be home later than usual and I expected to be finished and home by six. I entered the salon wearing a black mini skirt, a silk tight fitting tank top, and tennis shoes with white anklets. My hair had grown four inches and now fell between my butt and mid back. I needed to cut two inches so the blunt cut looked exactly even and very straight, and I needed blonde streaking highlights.

My usual girl wasn’t available today. In her place a man named Calvin was assigned to do my hair. He was a tall good-looking man and young, probably near my age of 23, but I looked younger because I dressed and looked more like a teen on Jenny’s insistence. I always enjoyed the salon because having my hair fondled, washed, set, and prettied gave me a powerful feeling of being feminine. There are many things that make a male feel more feminine, but great looking long girlie hair to me is the most important. Hair brushing your skin makes you always aware that you are presenting yourself in a feminine manner.

Calvin, the male operator, approached and greeted me. "Hello, Lorijo." He immediately grabbed the mass of hair hanging down my back and lifted it for closer examination. "You have beautiful thick hair, Lorijo. It will be a pleasure to work on you."

He went about his business of mixing color graphics and applied the paste carefully. He lifted each layer of hair, painted the roots, and placed paper foils to protect the hair he didn’t want to color. He chatted about hairstyles, coloring, and clothes while he worked. He told me how much he liked my outfit, that it made me so sexy, and how much he loved working on young girls’ hair. By his conversation, I knew he thought I was younger than 23, so I asked him a question. "Do you know how old I am, Calvin?" He answered seventeen and I smiled to myself without answering his guess.

After the color set he washed and conditioned the newly highlighted hair. His hands seemed to rub and take an unusually long time to finish this task. His lengthy washing felt soothing and almost put me to sleep. Next he carefully combed the wet hair to full extension laying it flat against my back to eye the cut line. He took a scissors and clipped a very straight line letting two inches fall to the floor. Then he carefully trimmed my bangs cutting them into random points over my eyes. The bangs appeared as jagged hair points when he finished.

He began blow drying my long hair while using a brush to fluff the silky blonde. He pulled the brush from my scalp to the ends with deliberate care. I felt myself being mesmerized by the brushing and his soft tone of speaking. He kept saying how lush and beautiful my felt. He talked about my hair as if it was a desired object.

I sat enjoying have my hair groomed like always. To me this was the ultimate girl treatment. As the hair became drier, the blonde colors began to shine like golden silk stands. I looked in the mirror and saw my smock was wet in front. Calvin saw me noticing the wetness and untied the neck strap and removed it. "We don’t need this anymore," he said. My silk tank top was also wet and my bra-less chest revealed two 35A+ tits with great detail. I admired them in the mirror for a few seconds and then moved my arm to cover them because I saw Calvin staring at them.

"That’s okay, Lorijo, I have seen them before." My hair had dried and Calvin put the brush down. His hands stroked my hair with light conditioner with the very tender almost loving strokes. I looked around the salon and everyone had gone. It was nearly six.

Calvin took a comb and began combing my hair to one side. He pulled all the hair and placed it in his hand. As he did, he leaned on my arm. I felt his penis pushing on my bare arm and it felt erect. I wasn’t sure what to say or do so I let him gather and tie the hair to the right side of my head. A beautiful long ponytail stuck out from just behind my ear. It looked like cheerleader hair, very young, and very sexy.

"I think the side ponytail is very sexy don’t you?" I had to agree. Jenny would like it too. The hair stuck out and fell over my shoulder in a heavy blonde mass. It was a true bimbo look. He came to the side where my hair gathered. He lifted the ponytail and pressed on it with his crotch. He looked in the mirror at me and spoke.

"I find your hair most sensuous, Lorijo. It is very exciting. Your hair is so soft and thick. Most girls are jealous of you I bet. Your ponytail does things to me. Do you want to know what?"

I looked at him in the mirror and girlfully replied, "what?" He clutched the massive ponytail and pulled at it before he answered my question. "It makes me want to masturbate. Would you mind?"

I felt confused and uncertain what to do because we were alone. I didn’t want him to find out I was not a real girl because he would tell the others and Jenny would be mad. I sheepishly answered with a no.

I watched in the mirror as he unzipped and took out an enormous erection. He placed it into my ponytail and moved it all around the hair, burying his cock deep inside my fresh clean hair. Then he took his large cock and began rubbing it all over my head. His hard shaft lifted my bangs from my forehead and moved back over the sleek blonde hair. I sat perfectly still while he slowly molested and massaged his cock on my beautiful hair at his leisure. He took great care with each rub to feel my silky stands on his hard throbbing meat.

"Your hair is so beautiful," he whispered, "I want to cum all over your hair. I want you to feel my shampoo wetting your hair. I want my balls to explode all over your young head."

He grabbed my ponytail with authority and wrapped the mass of blonde hair around his cock until I couldn’t see it. He gripped his cock tightly though my hair and began stroking himself with long slow movements. Each time he stroked I felt a tug on the ponytail. I sat quietly as he fucked my ponytail afraid to move or say a word, knowing he would cum in my clean hair.

I saw him tense. He started to cum. One squirt of cum came through the thick ponytail and landed behind my ear. I felt it trickle down my neck as he moaned with satisfaction.

"Oh, Lorijo, thank you. Your hair is so sexy that I couldn’t resist having it. Please don’t say anything. They would fire me if they knew what I did. You are not old enough and I could get in trouble. Promise you won’t tell."

I felt flattered about his guessing my age at seventeen, but mad about having him fuck my hair. If I told Jenny she would kill him. If I told anyone there would be trouble, so I decided to let it pass. He had enjoyed my hair in a sexual way and it was over. Deep down I felt somewhat flattered that my hair would be so pretty that a man would want to fondle it until he got off.

I told him I wouldn’t tell. Then he made one more request. "Would you lift your top so I can see them?" At this point one more thing didn’t matter. I lifted the silk tank showing him my firm little teen tits. He stared hungrily. "Can I touch them?" I nodded yes. He squeezed one and then the other. He tried to cup them but they were too small to fit in his hand. "They are so firm. I have never touched such young tits. I have always wanted to touch young girl tits. Thank you for showing them to me and letting me touch them." I put my top down.

"Let me clean your hair before you go." He took a comb and combed all the white cum from my ponytail. The glob landing on my neck now rested on my shoulder. I took my finger and wiped it off. He smiled and removed cum from my finger with a towel.

"There, Lorijo, you are ready to go. And thank you for being such a good girl. And thank you for your beautiful sexy hair."

I departed the salon realizing that for the first time a male had used me as a feminine person. I had aroused him by my femininity. Calvin had asked me show him my tits and I let him touch them. I guess in a way I felt complimented. This is what Jenny meant about being sluty. I entered the salon looking like a little teen bitch and Calvin took advantage of my look.

I entered the apartment to greet Jenny. She immediately remarked on how young my hair looked with the great side ponytail. I smiled and said, "yes, they liked it to, very much so."

 

 

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