Synopsis: This begins a multi-part story journal about a young man who has latent desires to be feminine. A woman befriends him at his job, and invites him to meet his deepest desire with her guidance, but her motives are complex so you must read all parts to see what a sacrifice Lorijo makes in the end. It is a story about transformation of mind, body, and the ultimate satisfaction of living a fantasy. If you enjoy salon tales, buying and wearing feminine clothes, and seeing how a male can really be made to be feminine then you are going to enjoy the story about Larry made into Lorijo.

 

Lorijo’s New Hair                  by: Lorijo Baily           © 2001

 

I am a 22-year-old male who has worked in an office pool since leaving school. For the past two years I have been the only male on the staff, and thus am treated like one of the girls. This is because I am not large in stature or aggressive towards them. They accept me as non-threatening.

A very good-looking woman of 38 years befriended me recently. Her name is Jenny, and I have always liked her because she is candid, honest, and secretly a person that I would like to be. This is why I became ecstatic when she invited me to her apartment on Saturday.

I arrived early in the morning. Jenny greeted me wearing a bathrobe and a smile. I noticed how messy her hair appeared and she caught me staring.

"Oh, my hair, it’s a mess. You’ll have to pardon the appearance, Larry. I am so glad you came. Here, sit!"

She sat on the sofa next to me sipping coffee. Her eyes were so blue, and her long blonde hair so silky even though it hadn’t been brushed it looked heavenly to me. Again she noticed my gaze at her hair.

"You like my hair don’t you, Larry. I see you looking at it at work. You know your hair is long, longer than mine, but it looks so much like "guys hair."

Jenny’s hairstyle was a classic blunt cut to just below the shoulders with long bangs over the forehead. The golden honey blonde color accented her blue eyes. I was dwelling on her comment when she spoke again.

"Would you like to have hair like mine?"

The question startled me. It was direct, but more than that, it hit home. Secretly, I would love to have hair like her’s, but was afraid. I decided to answer honestly.

"Yes. But wouldn’t it be too feminine? I mean, what would they say at work?"

She smiled with an approving like smile. "Larry, they wouldn’t say a thing because they like you. The girls think of you as one of them."

I felt her hand touch my hair. "You know I could fix this for you if you like. Tell me the truth Larry, wouldn’t you like to look just a little more feminine?"

I must have blushed because she said she was sorry if the last remark embarrassed me.

I looked into her eyes and saw something in her that seemed to tell me everything would be okay and that it would be okay to submit. I spoke without giving thought of consequences.

"Actually, Jenny, I would like my hair better if it looked like yours. To be totally honest, I have felt desires to be feminine, and working with women like I do just seems to enhance those feelings."

My words flowed like exhaling air held too long. After saying them, I suddenly felt relieved that I had shared these inner desires to be feminine with her.

Jenny handed me a hairbrush and turned her back to me. Her robe dropped over her shoulders exposing cascading blonde hair and a smooth soft back.

"Brush me, Larry!"

I brushed her hair with long pulling strokes until it looked smooth and silky. The ends of her hair were evenly cut in a blunt straight line. I touched the ends and they felt sharp, crisp, and so feminine.

"Go ahead, Larry, and feel it some more if you like."

I placed my hand on top of her head and pulled my fingers through beautiful soft silky golden hair. I felt aroused and desirous of wanting to have hair that looked and felt like her’s.

Her voice sounded soft but authoritative. "Come into the bedroom with me, Larry. I want to fix your hair for you."

I followed her in and sat at the vanity sink as directed.

"Let me give you a wash." She pulled off my shirt, untied my stringy ponytail and dipped my head into the sink. Water poured and shampoo suds grew as her hands massaged the mass. After the rinse she conditioned and combed out the tangles. My hair was long to mid back.

"I am going to give you a cut." I nodded as the scissors went to work. I felt hair falling and judged the cut line to be similar to her length. Next she combed hair over my face and very carefully snipped a line just below my eyes. Then she angled the scissors and made wedge like cuts.

"I am giving you bangs with carefree style like mine, Larry."

I sat perfectly still enjoying the attention of a having a female care for me. She finished the cutting and reached under the cabinet producing a large bottle of hair dye. It read: golden honey blonde #404.

"We need to put some life into this hair, Larry."

I felt the liquid being massaged into my hair until the entire mass sat on top of my head. Jenny promptly placed a plastic shower cap over the hair.

"There you go, dear. In thirty minutes we can wash out the dye. Then another wash, condition, and finally blow dry and style."

I waited quietly while Jenny dressed. The experience had felt wonderful thus far and I couldn’t wait until she did the finishing touches.

As timed, Jenny washed and conditioned my hair. I sat erect while she began brushing and blow-drying. I noticed her smooth belly exposed by the crop top she wore, and the fact she didn’t have a bra on. This was evident to me because of large hard nipple bumps pressing against the top. Her skirt came to her upper thighs, and at times I caught glimpses of red panties shinning from under the black skirt. When she moved close I could feel and smell her hair as it brushed my face. It felt very sensual and my penis became rock hard.

As my hair dried, I began feeling the freshly cut ends on my shoulders and back. The crisp cut ends tickled my skin when she dropped the hair from the brush.

"There we are. All finished. Let’s turn you around so you can have a look at the new you."

I turned in the chair until I faced the mirror. A beautiful gold color shinned like fresh honey. Soft sculpted bangs fell over my eyes at random angles. The body of the hair seemed so much fuller. She placed her head on my shoulder. Our hair appeared identical in color and style.

"Now isn’t that so much better? See, we look just alike. I think you look very feminine. You do like it, don’t you?"

I did. More than she knew, and I did look feminine, more than I had imagined I could. The hairdo had really made a difference in my appearance. I shook my head from side to side and watched the hair swish across my face and neck. It felt so free with movement, and it smelled divine.

"You look so pretty, that I want to call you by another name. How about I call you Lorijo? Yes, Lorijo is a good name for you. Here, take the comb and play with it. Get the feel for really girly hair."

I stroked the shafts and felt the ultra smooth texture. The comb glided easily through the soft blonde strands. I lifted the ends and let them fall freely several times. It gave me shivers.

I spent most of the day at her apartment. I was constantly aware of my new feminine hairdo whenever I moved, and I moved a lot to enjoy how it felt. Jenny saw my delight with the feminine look. She knew my inner weakness of feminine desires and attraction to real girl hair.

"I know you will have to go to work Monday and the girls are going to notice your hair. But don’t worry they will get used to it. There is one thing you can do for me, Lorijo. I am going to give you a pair of my panties, a bra, and thigh high nylons, and I want you to wear them under your clothes Monday at work. This will let you enjoy your hairdo so much more. You can think of today when you wear them."

I went home that evening with the things she gave me. I took off my clothes and stood before a full-length mirror. The beautiful hair didn’t fit with the rest of me. I pilled my hair under a shower cap and entered the shower armed with a razor. I started shaving and didn’t stop until I reached my ankles. I dried and stood before the mirror again. My freshly shaved body did justice to the new hair. At that moment I felt more feminine then I ever had. I shook my head from side to side and watched how the hair evenly flowed. As I shook my head, I relieved myself from the day’s strain of erections. As I reached orgasm, I lowered my head and shook the hair wildly while studying the flying hair. It seemed to magnify an already wonderful feeling.

Monday came and I stood before the mirror worried about having to go to work with such blonde feminine hair. I tried to hide my bangs by pasting them back but they wouldn’t stay. Finally, I tied my hair into a ponytail, put on the panties, bra, stockings, and dressed. I wore a long sleeve shirt to hide the newly shaved arms, but the ponytail didn’t look like a man’s tail. Now matter how I tied it, it still stuck out in all its’ blondeness like a beacon. It said, "I am girls’ hair and you can’t hide it."

I noticed the girls’ reaction as I entered the office. Nobody said anything, but I could see they noticed my hair by how they looked. I was sitting at my desk when Jenny approached. The first thing I noticed about her was her hairstyle. Her ponytail bounced as she stopped. She had the exact ponytail as I did. She must have seen mine and changed her style.

Jenny leaned toward my ear and whispered. "Are you wearing the things I gave, Lorijo? Your hair looks very girly today. Do you like mine?"

She giggled while waiting for a response. "Yes, I have them on." Then I blushed and said, "yes, I like your hair, Jenny."

After an hour passed a girl came up and said, "your hair looks cute, Larry." She smiled and quickly walked away.

I felt very conscious of my hair all day. Jenny didn’t help. She came up often and asked how the panties felt, and if I liked wearing a bra? I did but I didn’t say that to her, but I nodded my head yes.

I found myself feeling my legs through my pants. The newly shaved skin and the nylons made the fabric slide over them like glass. The panties felt tight in the crotch and the bra gave me a constant reminder of its’ presence. I felt more feminine then I ever had that day. Jenny had been right to give me her under things. I was enjoying my hair more by feeling what was next to my skin.

By Friday all the girls became more friendly and open about my new hairdo and color. A few said they liked this feminine side of me. However, the ponytail style stayed for the entire week. I just didn’t feel relaxed enough to let my hair down.

Jenny stopped me Friday on my way home. She wore her usual big smile and ponytail to match mine.

"Lorijo," she whispered in a sweet voice. "Please come over Saturday morning. I have something planned that I think you will like."

I can tell you now what her plan was in case you want to read part two of Lorijo. Jenny made appointments for us at a hair salon, and she had more instore for me. We would not only go to the salon together, but I would go dressed as a female.

 

 

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