The Male Debutantes' Pageant

by Annabel Naismith

 

Chapter Eleven

Tuesday proved to be an uneventful day at school for Andy, Dan and the girls. Sam had a hair appointment after school and Abigail and Alison decided to meet him in Tracey's salon to pass on further wisdom along his road to girldom and his transition into becoming Sally Sexton at the pageant.

Sam had let his mother, Janet, know of the hair appointment and that Tracey might be conditioning and colouring his rather drab dark brown hair. Sam had not hitherto taken much care of his hair and it had become longer than some of the boys, reaching onto the collar of his shirts and half-way down his ears.

Janet had been thrilled to see Sally's debut at Andy's house the previous Sunday afternoon and was keen that Sally was going to look her best at the pageant. Janet had been very pleased to hear of the hair appointment.

When Sam got home from school, Janet ushered him promptly into the shower.

"Go and have shower, Sam," said Janet. "I got you some new shower gel and shampoo. The new shower gel is the one with the red writing. Just give your hair a quick wash and don't worry about conditioner."

Sam had never worried about conditioner. He undressed and went into the bathroom. He eyed the shower gel with some trepidation. How girly was this going to be, he wondered. He flipped the top open and smelt it. Girly, without question, possibly a bit fruity - it was red after all. Was it strawberries or cherries it smelt of? No matter, after a shower he did not think he would smell too bad. He turned the water on and began washing, the shampoo first, then the gel. The pink bubbles smelt nice, partly of fruit and partly of summer garden. Sam relaxed in the warm water and sang loudly.

Downstairs, Janet smiled fondly. It was good to hear Sam singing happily again; he had been a bit down just lately. The pageant had been so enthusiastically welcomed by Andy and Dan, Sam's two best friends, that Sam had been left out of their games and he had been moping around the house.

The telephone rang and Janet answered it.

"Hello."

"Hello, is that Janet, Sam's mum?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Abigail. Me and Ali are going to make Sam into Sally."

"Hello Abigail. Sam's in the shower. Shall I get him to call you back?"

"No, actually I wanted to talk to you. Would it be OK if me and Ali come back and give Sam a manicure after he gets his hair done?"

"It's OK with me. Does Sam know about it?"

"Yeah, we spoke about it yesterday."

"That will be fine then. What time were you thinking of coming over?"

"We thought we'd meet Sam at Tracey's and walk back with him."

"So between six and half past. Yes that will be OK. I'm not doing a cooked dinner for Sam. He's watching his weight for the next few weeks."

"That's going to really help Sally look good in the pageant. He showed us the corset yesterday. He's going to lose weight really well with that."

"I hope so. I have let him get too fat and you keep reading about all the health problems fat children have when they grow to adulthood."

"Yes, I've seen that too," agreed Abigail, "so we'll see you later then. Bye."

"Bye, Abigail."

What a nice girl, thought Janet. She was pleased to see Sam meeting nice girls and hoped it meant he was likely to find a nice girlfriend one day, maybe one day soon.

After a few minutes, the singing stopped and the rumble of the shower motor also stopped. There was the familiar thud on the floor as Sam stepped heavily out of the shower.

Janet gave him a couple more minutes to get dry, then went upstairs to help Sam into the corset she was making him wear to improve his figure. When he emerged from the bathroom, Sam was wearing a pair of plain cotton underpants. The packet had said girls but they were so plain that Sam believed they were for boys.

"You smell nice, Sam," said Janet enthusiastically. "Use some of this deodorant."

Janet gave him the aerosol and Sam applied a liberal spray to each armpit.

"Right, let's get the corset on."

"Do I have to? No-one else will be wearing one."

"It will help you lose weight and anyway, you're wrong. Andy wears a girdle to improve his figure when he dresses as Mandy. And he's much thinner than you are naturally."

Sam grunted and knew he was going to have to wear the corset. He stepped into the corset lifted into position. Being overweight, he had some excess flesh on his chest, which gave the effect of an early-teen girl's breasts.

Janet laced the corset up tightly. She had Sam stand in the doorway and stand on tiptoes, then take some of his weight by pulling down on the doorframe. Janet put a knee in the small of his back and pulled hard on the laces to make sure it was as tight as she could get it. She knotted the laces and reached for her tape measure."

"Right, Sam. It was 32 inches yesterday, so it should be 31 and a half today."

She put the tape measure round Sam's waist.

"Good, it's actually 31 and a quarter. Well done Sam. Now get dressed and I'll run you down to Tracey's. It's ten to five, so hurry up."

Sam arranged the excess flesh in the cups of the corset, put on a t-shirt and his jeans and followed Janet down the stairs. Despite the obvious girlishness of having his hair done instead of cut, Sam was quite looking forward to his appointment with Tracey. As long as she didn't try to pierce anything. But he didn't think that would happen again. While they were driving, Janet mentioned the phone-call she had had with Abigail.

"Oh, yes Sam, while you were in the shower, that nice Abigail rang. She said that she and Ali would meet you here and come back home with you and give you a manicure."

"They won't put nail-varnish on will they?"

"She didn't say, but I shouldn't think she will. You'll only have to take it off."

"I don't know. Andy went to school with pink nails yesterday."

"I'm sure she would paint your nails if you ask her to."

"No, I don't want her to," said Sam quickly. "It's just that he forgot to remove it until last night."

"Didn't anyone notice?"

"Well they did actually." Sam thought of the comments Andy had to endure at school and hoped a similar fate would not befall him.

"Anyway, here we are then. Come straight home with the girls. Bye Sam."

"Bye mum."

Sam went into Tracey's salon as Janet drove back home.

"Hi Sam," said Tracey. "You're nice and punctual."

She showed him to the chair and ran through what she wanted to do.

"Your hair is nice and thick but it needs a condition and its colour needs to be livened up a bit. I thought a tint of auburn would set it off nicely. What do you think?"

"What colour's auburn?"

Tracey smiled and showed Sam a picture of a girl with auburn hair.

"She looks pretty," said Sam

"Yes she does, but do you like the colour of her hair?"

"Yeah, it's nice - on a girl."

"And it's a nice colour on a boy too, Sam, especially one with your skin colouring."

"Ok then. It won't be too different from my usual colour, will it?" asked Sam anxiously.

"No, most of your friends won't notice at all. I bet the only ones who will notice will be girls and they'll think you're being very stylish. Come on; let's get your hair washed first."

Sam was made to suffer the indignity of sitting in Tracey's shop window while she washed his hair. It was not the hair washing that was undignified for Sam, it was sitting in a shop window wearing the pink smock. He enjoyed the sensation of has having his hair washed, then rinsed, then washed again, then conditioned. It was a nice feeling but it did go on a long time. He was sure there was something else more constructive he could be doing, like playing games on his computer.

At length, Tracey dried his hair, then she applied a pungent smelling substance to his hair and massaged it in. She put a cap on his head.

"Ok Sam, this is the boring bit. The dye takes a while to work. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes please," said Sam, hoping that some biscuits or cookies might accompany the tea.

"Do you want to read a magazine while you're waiting? They're all a bit girly, I'm afraid."

Sam selected a teenage girl's magazine and found an article on pop music which was quite interesting. To Sam's discomfort, this was how Abigail and Alison discovered him, wearing a pink smock, a blue head-cap and reading a girl's magazine, with apparent interest.

"Hi Sally, look at you. Look at her Ali, isn't she doing well!"

"Brilliant Abi. Well done Sally. What colour is your hair going to be?"

"Auburn."

"Excellent choice, Sally. That will really suit you. Did you have anything cut off?"

"Not yet. But Tracey might do something in a minute."

Tracey returned with the tea for Sam. Sam was disappointed to see there was nothing to eat.

"Are you going to cut Sally's hair?"

"Who's Sally?"

"This is." Abigail indicated Sam.

"Oh I see, Sam's going to be Sally in the pageant. Not yet but I thought I'd just tidy up one or two split ends. I wouldn't want to take too much of or she would have to wear a wig. I think she has just enough of her own hair to make a nice girly style in the pageant. But Sam will have to look after it and make sure it's nicely conditioned and brushed to be sure it stays looking nice and well conditioned. You can help her there, can't you?"

"Yeah, that's why we're here tonight," said Alison. "We're showing Sally that being a girl has its enjoyable side too."

"Ok, so I'll show you how to dry and bush the hair and then the girls will be able to help as well, Sally."

"My name's Sam."

"Sorry Sam," apologised Tracey with an embarrassed giggle.

"Don't worry," said Abigail, "we're calling her Sally most of the time. It will help make her think like a girl."

Sam thought about continuing his protest but decided not to while he was wearing the pink smock.

"Poor Sam, all these girls ganging up on you. And some of the boys seem to be joining to the opposition."

"Yeah," agreed Sam with feeling, "my two best friends. Or former best friends, I should say."

"Don't be like that Sam," said Alison kindly, putting her hand on his and squeezing it gently. "They really want to be friends with you. So do all the girls. We would love you to be our friend."

"That's right Sam," agreed Abigail, "that's why we're here now, to try to help you relax and have fun with us."

Sam smiled weakly. He liked the attention, but dearly wished he did not have to be a girl to get the attention.

Tracey waited a few minutes longer. Eventually she decided it was time to trim and dry Sam's hair. Tracey was careful to leave as much length as she could and only trim the split ends. Then she got her dryer and brushed the hair up and out using the hot air to hold the fullness in place. The girls were fascinated at the effect that Tracey was able to achieve and even Sam had to admit it was different.

At last Sam was finished. He paid over the money his mother had given him.

"Come on then, Sam," said Abigail cheerfully. "Let's get you home for the next bit of pampering. You're going to like this."

"Yeah," agreed Alison, "we got some special oils to massage your hands and some nail protein to make your nails stronger and more flexible. You just brush it on like nail varnish and it soaks in."

They walked along with their arms linked and Sam in the middle. He felt wonderful; two attractive girls were on each of his arms. He really liked both Abigail and Alison; they both had a really good sense of humour and were really kind and friendly.

While they were walking along, Sam noticed how the wind ruffled his hair. It seemed really fluffy and bouncy.

"Does your hair get more bouncy after Tracey does it?" he asked the girls.

Alison and Abigail looked at each other.

"A bit," replied Alison, "but our hair is longer, so it hangs more heavily."

"Yeah," agreed Abigail, "plus we condition our hair all the time, not once on a blue moon like you boys."

"Do you like the way your hair feels, Sam?" asked Alison.

"Yes, I do. It's different, but I like it."

"Brilliant," said Abigail, "that is part of being a girl. Pampering yourself and enjoying the feeling of having been pampered."

They walked along in silence for a minute or two.

"Thank you," said Sam, suddenly.

"What for?" both girls were puzzled.

"Pampering me. I can see what you're trying to do now. It's really nice of you. I still think I'll look silly in a dress but I'll try and do as well as I can in the pageant."

"Brilliant, Sam," said Alison and kissed his cheek.

"Does that mean we can start calling you Sally when you're being pampered?"

"Oh, OK Abi but as long as no-one else is around. And definitely not at school."

"Well done, Sally." Abigail kissed Sam on the cheek. She noticed the smell of the shower gel. "Hey Sally, you smell nice, what is it?"

"My mum got me some new shower gel."

"That's really nice, what do you thing Ali?" The two girls stopped walking and sniffed at Sam's cheeks. Sam felt flattered and embarrassed by the attention.

"Very nice, Sally," said Alison. "You'll have to show me which one it is. I must get some of that."

They soon arrived back at Sam's house.

"Hi mum, we're back,"

"Hello, Sam, hello girls. Let's see the new hair-do then. Very nice. Turn round. Yes, very nice. That colour suits you Sam. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's not too bad. It's a nice colour and not at all girly. And my hair feels nice too."

"That must be the conditioner. Would you like to go to Tracey's every week, Sam."

"I don't know about every week," said Sam.

"If you don't want to go, I will," said Abigail. "You're very lucky having a mum who wants you to go to Tracey's every week. It won't take so long next time because it won't need to be dyed for weeks."

"Yeah," said Abigail, "it's not like when you get dyed blonde and the roots start showing."

"Oh well, we'll see. Now you girls were going to do Sam's nails, weren't you?"

"That's right," said Abigail, "a manicure and a pedicure."

"I hope you put on clean socks after your shower, Sam."

"Well no, I didn't actually. I was going to put on clean ones tomorrow morning."

"Really, Sam. These lovely girls are coming to give you a pedicure and you go and put your smelly old socks on. Go and wash your feet now. And I'll find you a nice robe so you'll feel a bit more pampered."

Janet and Sam went upstairs, leaving the two girls standing in the hall.

"Janet is brilliant," said Abigail. "She's going to be a real ally."

"What sort of robe is she going to get for Sally? I bet it's pink and silky."

"You're on. I bet it's blue and silky. You know those Japanese style ones."

"You could well be right there. Shall we start getting the stuff out Abi?"

"We'd better wait until Janet comes down. I don't know where we're going yet."

Janet started coming down the stairs. "I think you'll probably be more comfortable in the living room. Sam's dad isn't back until late tonight."

The girls went into the living room and got out several bottles of moisturisers and one of nail protein and a nail treatment kit.

"Did you pay for all that with your own money?" asked Janet.

"Yes, why?" replied Alison.

"That is so sweet of you. You must let me repay you." Janet rummaged in her purse and gave them a 20. "Does that I cover it?"

"Yes, thank you Janet."

Sam came nervously down the stairs and into the living room. The robe was silky and pale blue, reaching just past his knees.

"Yes!" said Abigail because she had won the bet with Alison.

"Excuse me?" said Janet, who was not aware of the bet.

"I was just so pleased to see Sally again," explained Abigail hastily. Alison grinned wickedly.

"Oh, yes, I suppose she is more like Sally than Sam," said Janet, thinking to herself that Sally was only wearing three garments: the corset, the panties and the robe and all three had been made with the intention that they be worn by women.

Sally sat down in an armchair.

"Feet first," said Alison.

The two girls went to work on Sally's feet. They took one foot each and massaged moisturisers into the skin, working carefully between the toes. Sally watched with interest then leaned back and relaxed. As she did so, the robe fell open, exposing the girl's panties she was wearing. Abigail nudged Alison, who looked where Abigail was indicating. Alison reached up and pulled the robe over to cover the panties and exchanged glances with Abigail. They concentrated on the foot massage because they knew at any time they would burst into laughter and then Sally would find out that Janet had bought girl's panties for her.

Janet was impressed with the work of the two girls. "You two should set up in business. People would pay a fortune to have their feet massaged like that, especially by two pretty young girls like you. Sally seems to be enjoying it."

Sally was leaning back in the armchair and purring. Janet had not seen Sally, or Sam, look quite so happy in a long time.

The girls next took a special stick to polish Sally's toenails. After a few minutes they each took an emery board and started filing Sally's toenails carefully. They spent several more minutes filing and then it was time to paint on the nail protein.

Janet was intrigued. "I've seen that in the shops but I've never thought to try it. Does it work?"

"I think so," replied Alison. "I use it before I paint my finger nails. It says on the bottle that you should brush it on every other day if you're not wearing nail varnish. So we'll leave you the bottle and you can make sure Sally does her nails every other day."

"I will."

Sally was by now so relaxed that she had drifted off into a doze and was snoring gently. Her robe fell open again.

"Janet," asked Alison quietly, "does Sally where that underwear to school?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"The material looks too soft to be for a boy and there isn't a hole in the front. They look like girl's panties."

"Strictly between ourselves, they are girl's panties. But they're not so obviously girly that Sam would complain. I thought it would help Sam be more confident as Sally. That's why he wears a girdle as well."

"How does he change for games? Surely all the other boys will see his underwear," asked Alison.

"He hasn't had to so far. Do you think I should let him change back to boy's underwear on the days he has games?"

"No, I don't see why you should," said Abigail.

"I think that would be a bit mean," said Alison. "He might get picked on by the other boys."

"If Sam hasn't noticed he's wearing girl's panties, I shouldn't think the other boys will have," said Abigail.

"Well OK, but maybe not the girdle if Sam's got games," said Alison.

"That sounds like a sensible compromise to me," said Janet. "And if he's got games, that will help his figure as much as wearing a girdle for a day."

"While Sally's asleep, shall we give her face mask?" suggested Abigail with a grin.

"Brilliant, Abi!"

"Won't it wake her up?" asked Janet.

"It'll be OK, it's just a bit of extra pampering. Grab the stuff Ali."

Alison looked in her bag and removed a large bottle. She carefully squeezed some onto her hand. She then carefully spread it onto Sally's face. She added a couple more handfuls until Sally's face was completely white. All the while, Sally carried on snoring quietly.

"All she needs now is some cucumber," observed Abigail.

"Brilliant!"

"I'll go and get some," said Janet.

While Janet was out of the room, the girls looked critically at Sally's legs.

"Her legs aren't bad," observed Abigail, "not too hairy, but they will need shaving."

"Or waxing. That'll wake her up."

"Yeah, it's a shame we haven't got any wax. I wonder if Janet has."

Janet returned with two slices of cucumber. She leant over Sally and very carefully placed the cumber over Sam's eyes.

"I must get a photo of this," said Janet.

Abigail and Alison grinned at each other. Janet was going to be a great help to the cause of transforming Sally.

Janet returned with her camera and fiddled with it to set the picture up.

"Go on girls, you go and stand beside Sally. Say cheese."

"Cheese!" chorused the girls.

"Now would you take one of me with my pampered little girl?" Janet handed the camera to Alison. "Just press that button."

Janet crouched down next to Sally. "Cheese."

The camera flashed again.

Sally stirred, then woke with a start. Something nasty and slimy was on his face, over his eyes. He brushed it away quickly.

"What's that? What have you done?"

"We gave you a bit more pampering while you were asleep." replied Alison. "You've got a face mask on. It deep-cleanses your face and conditions the skin."

"Huh."

"Don't grunt, Sally. The girls have been very kind to you and you were enjoying being pampered so much, you had a little doze. You should be very grateful." Janet retrieved the slices of cucumber from the carpet, where Sally had flicked them. She thought it best not to replace them; they had become rather fluffy.

"Thank you, Ali and Abi."

"That's OK," said Abigail, "it's been fun."

"Would you like a manicure Janet, now we've got all our stuff out?" asked Alison.

"That would be lovely, Alison. Thank you."

Alison and Abigail set to work filing Janet's nails.

"I hope you're paying attention, Sally," said Janet. "This is how girls pamper each other. It's a lovely feeling."

Sally looked over at the two girls and Janet. It was quite inconceivable that a boy would even think of giving a friend's mother a manicure. Girls really were a completely different species from boys; not unpleasant, quite nice in fact, but completely and totally different.

After a few minutes, Janet's manicure was complete and it was time to remove Sally's facemask. Sally went to the bathroom to rinse off the mask.

"Janet," began Abigail, "me and Ali were wondering what would be the best way for dealing with the hair on Sally's legs."

"I would have thought shaving would be best."

"Yes but will she do that?" asked Alison.

"I don't think she'll want them waxed, so that just leaves shaving or cream," said Janet. "I sometimes shave and sometimes I use cream. I find the creams don't work terribly well and you need to use a razor as well."

"We were wondering about how we were going to get Sally's legs shaved," said Alison. "We can hardly go into the bathroom with her and we were hoping to take her shopping over half-term. Mandy and Danni are going so there will be about 10 girls."

"Including three part-time girls," added Abigail.

"I see your difficulty," said Janet. "Leave it to me. I'm sure I can find a way to get Sally to deal with hairy legs. And then the hair needs to stay off for four weeks."

The conversation was curtailed by the return of Sally. Her face was less white than when she left the room and the robe was wetter. Clearly, she had washed her face.

"How do you feel now, Sally?" asked Alison.

"Not too bad."

"Try and show a little enthusiasm, Sally. These two lovely girls have given up their evening to show you some of the joy of being a girl and that is the best you can do to thank them. Really, you have a lot to learn about being a girl. A real girl would be so very grateful for all the attention that Alison and Abigail have lavished on you this evening."

"Sorry, thanks Ali and Abi."

"That's OK, Sally," said Alison. "But do your hands a feet and face feel better now?"

"They feel really nice, thank you. My skin feels soft and my face feels fresh and, I don't know, kind of tingly."

Sam would never have done it. It would have been utterly out of character for Sam. But the impulse suddenly hit Sally. She stepped forward and kissed Alison on the cheek and then turned to Abigail and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you. Really. You've both been so nice to me."

"Come on Abi. Team hug." With that Alison put one arm round Sally and one round Abigail and the three girls hugged each other. As they parted both Alison and Abigail gave Sally a kiss on the cheek.

"I think you've done really well today Sally," said Alison.

"Definitely," agreed Abigail. "I think we're a good team and Sally will give Danni and Mandy a run for their money. But we still need your help Janet, you know, to keep Sally on the path of girlishness and not lapsing into nasty horrid boyness."

"I'll do my best to make sure that Sally does her best."

The girls gathered their several bottles together and said their goodbyes.

Alison and Abigail left Janet and Sally and walked through the quiet streets of Nutstead. They were surprised to see Jess, Lucy and Gemma walking back from the direction of Mandy and Amy's houses.

"What were they doing?" wondered Alison.

"I shouldn't think it's anything good," replied Abigail. "Those three are bad news looking for somewhere to happen."

Jess, Lucy and Gemma approached Abigail and Alison. Abigail and Alison were a bit nervous, but they had never had trouble from the three bullies before and they had successfully fought off Jess the previous Saturday.

"Hi, Abi, Ali," greeted Jess cordially.

"Hi Guys. It's not like you to be up this end of the village," said Abigail, equally cordially.

"Yeah," replied Jess. "We're just out checking there aren't any transvestites or perverts wandering about. There's been a lot of it about lately. It's not safe for a girl to use a public toilet any more. It all seems quiet on that front though. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

The three girls walked off and Abigail and Alison continued their walk home.

"Those three are getting out of control," said Alison. "It sounds like those bitches are out to get Mandy and Danni."

"We need to warn her. And Amy. At least we're Ok; I don't think they would have a go at us."

"I hope you're right Abi. I wonder if we would have got off so lightly if it had been just one of us on our own. Anyway see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, 'bye Ali."

Alison walked up the path to her front door, while Abigail walked four doors along the lane to her house. Alison opened her front door and waited until she saw Abigail's front door open before she stepped into her home. You had to be very careful to look out for your friends.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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