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Plastic Sissy's Salon Visit

by Ms. Bianca

 

All day long, I had eagerly looked forward to this time. I had even taken the afternoon off from work so that I could properly get myself properly dressed. Today was to be a very special day for me, as I would be fulfilling several of my fantasies. From the first pair of satin panties that I had tried on early in my teen years, I had enjoyed dressing in feminine things. I had also enjoyed having my hair done in a beauty salon. In addition to the hair styling, I loved being wrapped in the plastic of the salon cape. This love of the feel of the salon cape grew to include plastic raincoats, rain bonnets, shower caps, aprons and plastic apparel. Today, or should I say tonight, I was being allowed to combine these loves into one hopefully delightful evening.

Until I found Bette and Bonnie, I had visited several salons in the area for a shampoo and set. Usually, it was a one time only visit since I felt like I was intruding into a woman's private sanctuary. Although it was never actually said, I received the feeling that the woman doing my hair was just barely tolerating me even though I would be paying the standard price as a regular customer. Still, I savored each salon visit, as the vinyl shampoo cape was placed over me, my hair was shampooed and rinsed, and the hair curlers were placed in my hair. I would usually ask to wear a hairnet and my shampoo cape under the dryer. The reaction to my requests ranged from toleration to disgust, but I was typically placed under the dryer wearing the coveted hairnet and shampoo cape. I would pretend to read a woman's magazine as the warm air cascaded down over my rollered and netted hair. Usually, I would look at the women having their hair done and how they seemed to enjoy the complete process. I would imagine being dressed femininely and treated as just another woman by the customers and salon employees alike. After I was dry, I would return to the stylist's station, where she would remove the rollers, brush and comb my hair and apply hairspray. When she finished, I always felt very feminine with my hair done and the shampoo cape still covering my clothing. The only thing that would have made the entire experience better was if I could have been dressed completely in my feminine things. This, however, was something that I did not dare do because of the even more negative reaction I would receive. Thus, I was content to simply enjoy the services of the salon. When I paid for my set, I never felt like I would be welcomed back there for a future appointment.

This changed when I walked into Bette and Bonnie's salon. I was greeted warmly and treated like any other regular customer. At the end of the visit, it was like I was encouraged to make another appointment, which I did. Soon, I had a standing appointment for a shampoo and set as the last customer of the day. Their friendliness enabled me to experience different services of the salon, including, a body permanent, a hot oil conditioner, a manicure and a facial, all of which were delightful. Along the way, I admitted my desire to Bette to wear some of my feminine finery into the salon for one of my visits. I also admitted a secret desire concerning plastic and vinyl. I told the ladies that I liked to be covered with plastic. In fact, you could almost call me a plastic sissy, which Bette and Bonnie started to do to tease me during my visits. One night, they asked me when I was coming in properly dressed. When I paused briefly, Bette hinted that I could have several salon treatments and be covered with plastic and vinyl, as I desired. Bonnie even said that she had a pair of ruffled plastic panties that she wanted to give me for my night of beauty. I could wear them as a part of my attire. Finally, I relented and said that whenever they so decided, I would dress properly. Bette asked if next week was all right and then marked the appointment book with a star before I could answer. Bonnie suggested that I have a hot oil conditioning, frosting, permanent and set so that I might continue to be immersed in the plastic that I loved throughout the evening. Without hesitation, I agreed, at which point Bonnie went to the counter and returned with a ruffled pair of pink plastic panties for me to wear. I sighed softly when I saw them, felt their softness and heard them crinkle in my hands. I promised to wear them next week.

Now, next week, which seemed so far off then, had finally arrived. I drew a hot bath and made sure I added some lilac scented bath salts to the water. Before I stepped into the tub, I made sure to protect my hair with a pink plastic shower cap. I mean, if I was going to be treated as a plastic sissy today, I might as well start off properly. I luxuriated in the hot foamy water for as long as I could. Fortunately, I did not need to shave as I kept myself hair free by regularly using a depilatory cream. Finally, I had to leave the bath in order to get ready. I took a big, pink fluffy towel and dried myself off. After using some lilac scented dusting powder, I wrapped the towel around me like a woman and took off my shower cap.

My outfit, including the ruffled plastic panties, was already laid out on the bed. I removed the towel and started to dress. First, I put on my lavender satin bra with lace. After fastening the back, I positioned my b-sized breast forms into the cups, filling them nicely. I paused for a moment and admired my enhanced chest as I looked at my image in the mirror. Next, in keeping with my plastic sissy image, I put a clear plastic bra over my satin one. I loved the look of the plastic over satin. Next, I put on my matching satin garter belt. I quickly fastened it around my waist and then sat on the edge of the bed to put on my black stockings. As I drew them slowly up my bare legs, I savored the feel of the material sliding over my skin. Carefully, I attached the stocking tops to the garters. As I stood up, I felt the tug of the garters on my stockings.

I knew I couldn't linger in my dressing, so I put on the lavender satin panties with lace around the leg openings and across the front. Before properly putting them into place, I took a maxi pad and placed it inside, in order to keep me tucked and to guard against any unforeseen accidents. The plastic panties lying on the bed seemed to beckon to me. I picked them up and lovingly felt their softness and the ruffles. I stepped into them and drew them up my legs. The plastic crinkled as it slid into place.

Next was my lavender full slip with lace at the hem and across the bodice, which fell to just above my knee. I smiled as I saw and felt the satin slip over my satin and plastic covered breasts. I then put on my lavender satin, long sleeved blouse. As I buttoned the front, I made sure that I touched each of the frills on it. I stepped into my straight, charcoal gray skirt and pulled it up around my waist and then reached behind me to zip and button it closed. Lastly, I stepped into a pair of black patent pumps with three-inch heels. Bette had directed me not to wear makeup. I did tie a printed satin scarf over my head and then put on my clear plastic raincoat. I put a large visored plastic rain bonnet on over my hair, tying it neatly under my chin, and then drew the raincoat hood up over my scarf and rain bonnet. After picking up my black vinyl purse, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Naturally, I was pleased with what I saw, although I think I would have felt more comfortable had I been allowed to wear some makeup also.

Carefully, I drove to the beauty salon. The last thing I needed was to be stopped for a traffic infraction while dressed in my feminine things. Additionally, driving in heels was a new experience for me and I needed to be careful. As luck would have it, I seemed to catch every traffic light on my way. At every light, a young woman was in the car beside me. She almost did a double take when she first saw me in my plastic raincoat and hood, since it was a clear evening and no rain was forecast. At each ensuing light, she would peer closely at me. By the time she seemed ready to put down her window and speak to me, I had to turn off to the salon.

I parked near the salon and exited the car. The sound of my heels on the pavement was like music to my ears. I also felt and heard the crinkle crackle of my panties and raincoat. I got to the door of the salon and found it locked. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door and then waited for Bette or Bonnie to let me in. I stood there hoping no one would see me in my raincoat. After what seemed like an eternity, Bonnie opened the door and let me into the salon. She greeted me with a hug and caressed me through the raincoat. When we parted, I noticed that she was wearing a 50's style beautician's uniform in pink. Before I could take off my raincoat, Bette came up behind me and greeted me as her plastic sissy. She was dressed in the same style and color uniform as Bonnie was. Bonnie commented that they were going to take pictures of my total plastic salon visit, starting from right now. I posed with my hand on my raincoat covered hip and then put my hand up and patted my hair, which was covered by my scarf, rain bonnet and raincoat hood. After the initial pictures were done, Bette helped me out of my raincoat while Bonnie asked whether I was wearing the plastic panties. I blushed and nodded indicating I had them on. I also mentioned about my plastic bra that I had put on over my satin bra. Before anything else could be done, I had to describe everything I was wearing, even down to the maxi pad nestled snugly in my panties. Bonnie then said that she had my first layer of plastic ready for me. With that, she produced a light blue plastic cobbler's apron, which she held out for me to put on. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves and stood there while Bonnie tied the apron in the back.

I was put at Bonnie's styling station and prepared for what was to come. Since they didn't have a shampoo cape that would entirely cover me, it was decided that I would wear several capes. The first one, a light green plastic, was placed over my outfit and apron in backwards fashion so that the long portion of the cape fell down my back. The second, in teal, was placed over me in the normal fashion. A pink plastic cape was then placed over top of the teal one and fastened around my neck. As each cape was put in place more pictures were taken. I was starting to feel like I was in heaven. After I was caped, and before we proceeded with my salon visit, Bette warned me against touching myself inappropriately during the evening. If one inappropriate touch were observed, my salon visit, and perhaps my salon privileges would be terminated. After making sure that I understood the conditions surrounding the evening, Bonnie led me over to the shampoo bowl where Bette was waiting, her pink uniform now covered by a clear plastic cobbler's apron, similar to my blue one. I smiled when I saw her thus attired.

As I sat in the chair at the shampoo bowl, I made sure that I had smoothed both my skirt and the backwards shampoo cape under me. Bette smiled and said that she had liked my outfit and that she hoped tonight would be everything that I desired. I smiled back and said it seems to be starting that way. Leaning back into the shampoo bowl, I relaxed and enjoyed the refreshing shampoo. As Bette leaned over me, I could also detect the scent of her cobbler's apron, which was so near. I wanted to lift my head slightly so that I could kiss the apron that she wore. Bette sensed what I wanted and told me to be patient for a few minutes. When she finished the last rinse, she started to wrap a towel around my head. All of a sudden, I felt her lifting my head with the towel toward her body. My face was promptly pulled into the plastic of the cobbler's apron while Bette was telling me to be the plastic sissy that I wanted to be and feel the plastic, savor its scent and to kiss her plastic covered breasts. All of which I did and enjoyed. She held my head tight against her breasts for several seconds before releasing me while Bonnie took pictures. I was allowed to properly sit up. She smiled at me as she dried the excess water from my hair and promised that I would have several more occasions to kiss her plastic apron before the evening was over. I smiled and looked forward to the next occurrence with eager anticipation.

With my hair now damp, I was taken to Bette's styling station, where she combed the tangles out of my hair and then applied the hot oil conditioner. Next, a plastic conditioning cap covered my hair followed by the heat cap. After she snugged the cap onto my head and fastened the cap's elastic strap under my chin, she turned the heat on. She did all of this while standing in front of me in her plastic apron. Placing her hands behind me, she drew my head toward her lower body and into the plastic covering her uniform and her crotch area. She asked me if the plastic sissy liked to have her nose buried into plastic that protected a woman's essence. Although difficult, I did manage to nod my head. She then said I was a good sissy and would be rewarded with more plastic touches later.

Before Bette left me to process under the heat cap, she brought out a large blue plastic shower cap, which she used to cover my face. She said that it seemed fitting to cover my face with plastic since I was so crazy about it. She asked if I liked this added touch. As the fresh plastic smell filled my nostrils, I simply nodded my head. She told me to smile, even though no one would see it under the shower cap while more pictures were taken. The switch was then turned on and the cap proceeded to get warm. I was left alone with my thoughts while covered with the two caps. Even though I was tempted to rest my hands in the strategic spot of my skirt, I refrained because I did not want to lose the rest of this experience or deny myself a wonderful source of salon delights.

When my hair was properly conditioned, Bonnie removed the shower cap from my face and the heat cap from my head. She took me over to the shampoo bowl, removed the conditioning cap, rinsed my hair and, as Bette had done before, lifted my head with the towel so that it was pressed between her plastic covered breasts. I simply was ecstatic with again having my head drawn into the cobbler apron covering a woman's breasts.

With a towel over my head, I was led to Bonnie's station. With my plastic panties and the shampoo capes, I made a lovely crinkling sound as I walked. This combined with the sound of my heels hitting the salon floor was starting to drive me crazy. After I was seated, Bonnie felt that I needed another shampoo cape over me. This one was a pale yellow with flowers. Instead of having the Velcro neck closure, this one had the long strings attached to the top of the cape, which could be fed through an eyelet in the front and tied. Bonnie tied the cape ends into a big bow and told me how sweet I looked with the bow in the front of my cape.

She next put a close fitting frosting cap over my hair, making sure that it fit snugly on my head. She tied the ends into a pretty bow under my chin. "Time for the plastic sissy to get her hair frosted," she said. With that, she took a special hook and began to pull strands of my hair through the tiny holes in the cap. When she finished, a fair portion of my hair had been pulled through the cap for frosting. Bette then stepped behind me with a bowl and a brush. I noticed she was wearing thin, clear plastic gloves on her hands. Just as she started to brush the bleach compound onto my hair, Bonnie stepped in front of me and demanded that my hands be uncovered. She then put the same type of gloves on my hands. Soon Bette had covered all of the exposed strands of hair with the bleach. She put a plastic conditioning cap over the frosting cap and the exposed hair and then she put the shower cap over my face. As she walked away, she told me to enjoy myself.

I was so enraptured with all the plastic that I was being subjected to by the girls that I lost track of time. It seemed like only a few minutes before Bette was back, removing my shower cap. It was back to the shampoo bowl, where the conditioning cap was removed and the excess bleach rinsed off. The frosting cap was then removed. Bette toyed with the frosting cap for a few seconds before putting it back on my head so that the plastic back of the cap was now over my face and mouth. She said that it was appropriate for the plastic sissy to wear plastic caps in as many ways as possible. She took the towel and again used it to pull my head upward toward her. My plastic covered face was pressed against her plastic covered breasts, giving me more thrills as I experienced it. Bonnie made sure to record this episode on film.

After towel drying my hair, and placing both the frosting cap and shower cap over my face, Bonnie led me to her station. Removing both caps, she proceeded to quickly wrap end papers and perm rods into my hair. Soon my head was covered with perm rods, most of which were on the small side. Bonnie said that this would give sissy a curlier hairdo. Next a strip of cotton wadding was wrapped around the outside edges of the perm rods. Before Bonnie applied the perm solution, she picked up two chemical catching bibs. One she placed in front of me and snapped the plastic collar around my neck. The other, she fastened around my head, just below the perm rods for catching excess perm solution. She handed me a towel for my eyes and then proceeded to thoroughly soak each perm rod. The liquid felt cold against my scalp and the aroma filled my nostrils.

When the last rod had been saturated, Bonnie put a plastic tight-fitting cap over the perm rods. She then commented to Bette that it was a shame to waste the last little bit of perm solution that remained. Bette went and got some of the cotton wadding and placed it in the shower cap. She then took the excess solution and soaked the cotton. Smiling she placed the cap over my face and told me to enjoy the scents and the feels of everything. I was forced to breathe the pungent perm lotion in the cotton while my perm processed. I was truly in heaven while I enjoyed all of this.

When my perm finished processing, I was guided back to the shampoo bowl. My shower cap still covered my face. When I was seated, both the shower cap and processing cap were removed. The ambient air striking my face, after breathing the fumes of the perm solution, was truly a breath of fresh air. The neutralizing solution was applied to the perm rods and then the shower cap was placed over my face so that I could once again breathe the aroma of the wet cotton wrapping.

Finally, the cap and perm rods were removed, and all of the chemicals were rinsed from my hair. I was taken to Bette's station for the last treatment of the night. She proceeded to quickly cover my head with small plastic rollers. This, she explained, was to make sure that I truly had soft, fluffy curls. When she finished, she put a pink hairnet over top of all the rollers. Before I was allowed to sit under the dryer, I had to pose for pictures. First, it was the various stages of putting a bouffant rain bonnet over my roller-covered head and tying it neatly under my chin. Next was the primping and touching of my rain bonnet and rollers as I smiled and minced around. Lastly, there was the addition of more rain bonnets to cover my head. By the time I was finished, I had ten rain bonnets of different styles tied neatly in place. I had several clear plastic accordion-pleated rain bonnets over my head. Each had a different design printed on them. I also had a few visored bonnets, a pink nylon-lined bonnet and a fisherman's style bonnet in clear plastic. Again, I posed for the camera while primping and touching my bonnet covered head. When Bette and Bonnie thought they had enough pictures, I was allowed to remove my bonnets so that I could get my hair dry.

Sadly and slowly, I removed each one. When I took off the last bonnet, I started to move toward one of the regular salon dryers. Bette stopped me though and said that they had a special dryer for sissy. She seated me at her station and then produced a portable hair dryer with a large pink plastic bonnet. She leaned over the front of me as she placed the dryer bonnet on my head. Before she turned on the heat, she pulled my head into her apron covered breasts and held it tightly there, while I could savor the feel of the plastic and her womanly attributes. Finally, I was allowed to have my hair dried. I sat there looking around the shop at the feminine atmosphere created by the mirrored styling stations, clear plastic domed hair dryers, the plastic shampoo capes in a variety of colors, and all of the items used by the stylist in her trade. I was seated so that I could always look at my mirrored image if I so chose. I would look around the shop for a bit and then focus on my plastic image reflecting back at me. I savored all of the plastic that was surrounding me, from the hair dryer bonnet, to the shampoo capes and cobbler's apron, to the plastic panties and bra I wore under my blouse and skirt.

When I was dry, I expected to have the rollers removed and then be on my way in my raincoat, hood, scarf and rain bonnet. I was surprised, however, once I was seated at Bonnie's station. Instead of removing my rollers, she informed me that I would have to keep my hair in rollers until tomorrow morning. Additionally, I would have to wear all of the rain bonnets that I had on moments before. Lastly, I would have to stay caped under my raincoat when I went home. I was told that I had to return in the morning to have my rollers taken out of my hair.

Upon hearing all of this, I burst into a big smile. Bette looked at me and said that they thought I would be pleased. I patiently sat in the salon chair while Bonnie and Bette took turns covering my roller-covered head with the rain bonnets. They put on each one while standing in front of me. I could almost feel the closeness of cobbler's aprons as they worked. After the last one was neatly tied under my chin, Bette leaned forward and drew my head into her apron. After smothering me in plastic for a few minutes, she stepped back and allowed Bonnie to do the same thing with me.

Finally, it was time to leave. Bette helped me into my raincoat while Bonnie tied my scarf around my head and put up my hood. I paid my bill and made sure that I gave each of the girls a large tip. As I crinkled and swished toward the door, I heard Bonnie say that they would see me in the morning. She also said to bring back all of the capes. I smiled and turned to thank them one last time. I then went to my car and drove carefully home. I knew that I would relive this experience again and again once I got home. I also knew that, in the future, I would happily relive this night again and again in Bonnie and Bette's salon.

  

  

  

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