Synopsis: This continues a multi-part story journal about a young man who has latent desires to be feminine. Part one of this story is entitled Lorijo’s New Hair. I suggest reading this so you may better follow the feminization of Lorijo. In this segment Lorijo becomes the girl she has secretly wanted to be. Her friend Jenny continues to guide her and begins to gain control of the processes that Lorijo must achieve to reach female potential. Lorijo has become her special project that will surprise even Lorijo.

 

Lorijo’s Salon Day               by: Lorijo Baily            © 2001

 

Jenny answered the door wearing her usual robe, but her greeting was different. She addressed me as Lorijo and not Larry.

"Come in, Lorijo. I have good news. We have salon appointments at eleven for full treatment, and from the look of your hair you need it."

It quickly sunk in what she said. Jenny was taking me to a beauty salon for girls’ "get pretty day".

I followed her to the bedroom where she stopped at the vanity and dropped her robe. She wore just panty and bra. I stared at her girly shape with self-desire and she noticed.

"Don’t worry, Lorijo, I am going to fix you up before we go."

Jenny instructed me to remove all my clothing, everything. I slowly removed all but her panties that I still wore.

"You might as well take them off. I am going to see all of you sometime."

I had always been shy about having others see my somewhat smallish male parts. For some reason, I had not grown to the size that most men achieve. My penis when hard measured barely 5 inches, and when soft, a scant 2 inches. My testicles were not large either. While most guys have testicles the size of small chicken eggs, mine were more the size of large quail eggs. They didn’t hang down in a big bag, but stayed closer to my body. I had been teased in school enough to know that showing my parts to Jenny would be cause for astonishment.

I pulled the panties free and stood naked before her. My small penis stuck straight out. I hadn’t been circumcised and the end of my penis looked like a lump of gathered skin. She stared at the boyish organs but her only comment was about how nicely I had shaved everything. I felt relieved when she didn’t say anything about my size.

"I have picked out dresses for us today. You can’t go the salon and have them think you are a man. I am going to fix you up, even a little makeup to give you a girly edge before we leave."

I enjoyed the way Jenny commanded my feminization. She seemed to know exactly what I would like and accept.

On the bed laid two jumper style dresses. They were sleeveless having only thin strings to hold them up over each shoulder. The fronts were not low cut but the backs scooped down to midway on the back. The length came to just above the knee. My dress was pale pink with white flower print and Jenny’s a solid light pink. The dresses were very cute and very feminine.

Also on the bed laid strapless bras, and pantyhose. Two pairs of shoes with two-inch heels were on the floor. I studied the clothing with anticipation of dressing for the first time in totally feminine clothes.

"Don’t you think the outfits are cute, Lorijo? Before I dress you I have surprise."

Jenny pulled open a drawer and produced to beautifully formed silicon prosthetic breast inserts for my bra. She took them out, covered the flat side with some sort of cream, and placed them on my chest. Then she applied makeup to cover the thin line that showed they were artificial. When she finished I had a pair of B-cup breasts that looked nearly as real Jenny’s. I was amazed at how real they appeared and felt. I could feel the weight of each breast pulling my chest down. They even bounced.

As I stared into the mirror at my new breasts I became aroused. My penis slowly and uncontrollably extended to a full 5 inches. That was the first time Jenny mentioned anything about my male parts.

"You can’t be sprouting that all day. Do you want to do something about it now?"

I did, but was afraid to say yes. I just shook my head no and asked if we could get dressed.

I pulled on the pantyhose. They immediately contained the erection from being visible. Jenny fastened the strapless bra around my chest. The bra held them upward and inward to form cleavage. She quickly lifted the dress and slid it over my head and zipped the back.

Jenny was 5’6" and weighed 131 pounds. She was slightly taller then me at 5’5", but I weighed ten more pounds. It didn’t matter because we both wore a size ten dress.

I kept looking in the mirror at the girly figure. A pretty girl stared back. I so loved how the new me appeared, and I so loved the feeling it gave me. Jenny was putting the final touches on brushing my hair.

"We have to hurry, Lorijo, or we will be late."

This was the first time I ever went out in public dressed as a female. It happened so quickly that I didn’t have time think or consider the what-ifs. Before I knew we were in her car driving to the beauty salon.

"When we get there, Lorijo, let me do the talking. I am going to tell them you are my sister. You look very girly today so don’t worry about them thinking you are weird or something. Trust me, you really look like a girl, and when they finish, even you will be convinced."

We entered the salon and were greeted by several attractive women. They knew Jenny, and she introduced me to them. It was my first public introduction as a female and what a thrill.

"Girls’, this is Lorijo. We are going to have washes; color highlights, facials with makeup, and nails. Give us the works."

Kelly took me by the arm and gently nudged me to walk toward a chair. She put a flowered smock over the dress and began to study my hair."

"You have lovely hair Lorijo." Her hands picked up locks of hair and dropped them. Each time I felt the hair against my skin. It gave me a sensation of belonging, and of being a girl. I realized how much the hair meant to me. Long beautiful hair was the essence of becoming female.

"I am going to give you vanilla blonde highlights to lift out the gold color. The highlights are going to make guys look twice. You will like it."

She inserted paper foils and painted colored paste randomly. I sat of fifteen minutes under dryer heat and then the color was washed out with a shampoo. Kelly then applied conditioner and carefully combed my hair. She took a scissors and began trimming the long ends until the blunt cut looked mechanically precise. Kelly turned the chair around for me to see how straight the hairline looked. She combed and primped my bangs cutting only small amounts of hair so as to leave a peek-a-boo effect.

"There before we dry and comb you I am going to have the facial girl do you."

Carrie came to the chair and cleaned my skin. Then she took a tweezers and started plucking eyebrows. She hummed and talked about men, clothes, hair, and food the whole time she worked. She completed by applying full makeup to my face and eyes, topping it off with rich lipliner and a pink shade of glossy lipstick.

Kelly returned and began drying and brushing my hair while another girl painted my nails a matching shade to the lipstick. I watched in the mirror while Kelly worked. My hair became more beautiful by the minute. The light vanilla blonde lightened the hair in just the right places, and my makeup was a work of art. Even I couldn’t believe I was a male from what I saw in the mirror.

"There," she said, "all done. You look cute and hot. Go getem’ girl."

Her words tingled in my heart. She had actually called me girl. None of them suspected. Jenny had been right, and now seeing in the mirror, I even thought I was a girl.

I stood and looked at my hair. I took my hand and lifted a large amount of blonde fluffy hair, letting it fall naturally on my back. I turned my head fast and the hair followed but came back into place when it stopped.

I felt a hand on my head. "That’s enough, Lorijo. Yes, you look pretty, and yes your hair is the best, but it’s time to go.

Jenny took my arm to help control walking in the heels. She leaned closer and whispered, "learn to walk slower and move your butt a little."

I looked at Jenny. We looked similar, same hair, same nails, and almost the same clothes. I saw myself when I looked at her and I liked what I saw.

She put her arm around my waist once outside and we walked to the car like two girlfriends. I felt constantly aware of the hair moving across my back, and how the breeze blew strands into my mouth. Each time it made me tingle with excitement and want to experience more of living in this world as a female.

In the next segment Jenny and Lorijo shop the mall. Lorijo is introduced to many new experiences including using restrooms.

 

 

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