Pretty in Pink

by Sara Kentish

 

A Visit to the Plastic Sissy Beauty Salon

 

Sally had asked me to meet her at work at 4.30. I had been sitting at home in the flat all day watching TV so I was glad to get some air. I walked the short distance to the beauty salon where she worked as a beautician with her aunt Jane and her cousin Jackie.

I was met by Jane. She said that the girls had popped out for a moment after the last customer was finished and that they would be back soon. She asked if I wanted to wait in the staff room. I sat down in a comfy armchair. Jane closed the door behind her and left me alone to wait. I picked up a magazine from the table and started to browse through the pages of hair fashions.

I must have drifted off into a daydream. The door opened again and I quickly looked up from the magazine. Jane was standing in the doorway, carrying a plastic bag. I did not pay too much attention as I put the magazine back on the table and stood up ready to go. I thought that Sally must be back.

"Sorry Michael but Sally isn't quite ready for you," explained Jane. "I hear that you've been a naughty boy. Sally has asked me to tell you to take off all your clothes and put on these things I have here. I think that she wants to test you, to see how much you love her."

I did not understand, "Sorry what do you mean ? Where is Sally ?"

"Too many questions Michael. You are not here this afternoon to ask questions. You are here to do as you are told. Do you understand ?"

"What ?" I queried.

"Sally needs to teach you a lesson. You will do whatever I ask. Do I make myself clear ?"

"Why ? What have I done wrong ? Where is she ? I want to talk to her."

"From this point on you will only speak when you are commanded to do so. Do you understand ?" commanded Jane in an increasingly menacing tone.

"No. I want to see Sally to see what the hell is going on."

"You will see Sally in a minute. In the meantime you will do as you are told."

Only then did it dawn on me that Jane had changed her clothes. She was not in the usual salon uniform, but was dressed now in a special pink plastic overall style dress. Her blond hair was scraped back into a long pony tail.

"What is going on ?" I asked.

"You will soon find out. Now for the final time, take off all your clothes and I will help you into these things that we have chosen for you."

"What are you going to do to me ?" I asked rather pathetically.

"As I have said you will soon find out. Please will you do as I ask now ?"

I tried to think what was going on. Was this really happening to me ?

Jane was still standing in the doorway, blocking any possibility of escape. What could I do ? Perhaps it was all some sort of innocent fun. What was she carrying in the bag ? There only seemed to be one way to find out and that was to do as she asked.

"OK. I will do as you ask, but I want to see Sally as soon as she gets back."

"Fine", said Jane. "But first you must take off all your clothes and put them in the washing basket behind you. Then I will help you into these things. Once you are dressed I will take you out to see Sally, she should be ready by now."

"Ready for what ?" I asked again.

"No more questions from now on Michael. Agreed ?"

Reluctantly I started to undress.

"Do you have to watch ?"

"Yes I am afraid I do. I thought I said no more questions." By now her tone had become more forceful, even aggressive.

I continued to undress but hesitated when I came to my underpants.

"Everything off please and into the basket. Quickly please, " ordered Jane.

At least she said please I thought.

I stood naked in front of her. I tried to cover my genitals with my hands fanned out like a footballer in a wall.

"Don't be silly. Take your hands away. I've seen it all before. And by the looks of things I've seen much bigger tackle," she mocked.

I was extremely embarassed. I was naked and vulnerable in front of my girlfriend's aunt. I had only met her a couple of times and then only to exchange pleasantries when meeting Sally from work. How had I found myself in this position ?

"Can I see Sally now please ?" I pleaded.

Jane was not in the mood to listen to me. "Michael I am becoming a little annoyed with your constant questions. I thought I told you to be quiet. Do I make myself clear ?"

"What is going on ?"

She was almost now at the point of shouting at me. "For the last time you will soon find out. But for now you will hold you tongue. You will only speak when you are requested to do so."

"Sorry ?"

"You will only speak when you are requested to do so. I will not tell you again. Do you understand ?"

"Understand what ?"

"The position that you are in young man, standing here before me. I am in charge now. Not you. You will do as I tell you. Do you understand ?"

I did not know what to say.

"Do you understand ?" she repeated.

What the hell is going on I thought to myself. I dare not speak out my thoughts for fear of what might happen next.

"I am in charge now Michael. You will do as I command. You will obey ? Do you understand ?"

I remained silent.

"When I ask you a direct question you will reply. Do you understand ?" She then carried on, "you will say 'Yes Madame', or 'No Madame'. I will not tolerate any disobedience. Shall we try again ? Do you understand me ?"

"Yes Madame," I replied limply.

"I am glad we understand one another. You will now do as I ask. Won't you Michael ?"

"Yes Madame."

"Good. As I hand you these garments you will put them on. Once you are dressed I will see if Sally is ready to see you."

First she handed me a pair of pink plastic pants. As I slowly put them on I found them soft and smooth against my skin. Then Jane helped me step into a pink sleeveless plastic dress and zipped up the rear. She then gave me a pair of pink plastic open toed sandals to put on my feet. This was my new outfit. I had certainly never worn anything like this before. The dress was quite short coming down to a few inches above the knee.

Once I was dressed Jane looked me up and down, and proclaimed, "Good. That looks better. You can now be taken out to see Sally. I expect that Jackie would like to see you too. Would you like that ?"

I blushed. Must I face Sally and Jackie looking like this ? I could not see what I really looked like as there was no mirror to hand. I guessed I looked a stupid fool. How had I ever got myself into this position. What would Sally say when she saw me ?

"Come on sissy follow me," ordered Jane.

"Sissy ?" I snapped. "What did you call me ?"

"Sissy," replied Jane straight faced. "Looking at you now my dear you look like a classic plastic sissy. Just the way I like them. Sally has found me a good one again. Would you like to follow me into the salon please ?"

Her words, and the dismissive manner in which they were delivered had broken me. She had me exactly where she wanted me. What could I do ? Dressed up as I was what resistance could I muster. I felt truly humiliated. All three of them must be in on the joke. I still thought that this must be some horrible sort of joke, with me as the unfortunate victim. Perhaps it would all soon be over if I just played along and let them have their little bit of fun. I was so confused by now I didn't really know what to do.

I followed as instructed.

The salon was not very large, with the reception area and waiting area to one side and another larger room with three haircutting stations, three wash basins and three driers. The salon itself seemed to have been decorated recently. It was clean and fresh, a mixture of pink walls, silver grey furniture with pink seating and white woodwork.

As I was led into the salon Jane introduced me, "Michael I think that you know Sally and Jackie." They were dressed in similar fashion to Jane in white plastic overall style dresses. They too had slicked their hair back tightly into flowing pony trails. Their make was expertly applied and quite severe.

I could hold myself no longer. "Sally what is going on ?" I asked.

"Michael I will not tell you again," answered Jane sternly. "You must only speak when I request that you do so. I do not want to have to tell you again as things might get a little unpleasant. Do you understand ?"

Sally stood impassive. She made no attempt to answer me.

I was trapped. There was little choice but to meekly respond, like an automaton "Yes Madame". I thought to myself please just get on with your little joke and let me out of here.

"Right Michael shall we get started ? We'll get you shampooed for your cut." Jane's tone had changed, now as if I was just another of her customers.

"Please take a seat at one of the basins and make yourself comfortable. We like to make all our customers feel they get the best service and privacy at my salon, especially when they are new customers."

Jackie then returned with a long, pink and white striped plastic gown with long sleeves and elasticated wrists. "If you'd like to put you arms out Michael, Jackie will get you gowned up," Jane said as she stood and shook the cape vigorously in order to remove any excess hair from previous clients.

I lifted my arms and Jackie slid them into the gown. Jackie then pulled the cape up around my neck and secured it tightly with the collar buttons at the rear.

"Okay then my dear, before I shampoo you, shall we quickly discuss how you would like your hair styling?" As I sat down Jane pushed my head forward slightly and ran her fingers, tips first, slowly up the back of my head from the nape to the crown to get a feel of the existing length.

"You have a lovely head of hair", said Jane, "it's so thick and full of life. It's not often that we have young male customers in here, is it Jackie?"

"No mum, not often at all" replied Jackie.

"Now what can we do for you ?" asked Jane.

I did not know what to say. I had been ordered only to speak when spoken to but now I did not know what to say. What sort of haircut were they plotting for me ?

Sally spoke up. "I think you should give him one of your sissy specials Aunty Jane. Make him look a real plastic sissy. I love a real plastic sissy."

Oh my God ! What on earth did she mean ?

"You leave it to me Michael. I think Sally is right. Aunty Jane will do her stuff ! You just sit back and enjoy the experience. OK ?"

I nodded rather apprehensively, placing myself in Jane's skilled hands not knowing quite what she had in mind.

"Sorry Michael. I didn't hear you. Ok ?"

"Yes Madame," I replied obediently.

Jackie had returned again with another cape from the hangers. This was an extremely large pink PVC shampooing cape which she draped over the front of me and fastened tightly at the back of my neck with the velcro strip. The cape covered not only me but the whole of the chair. There was no going back now.

"Would you mind just popping your head back slightly dear," requested Jane.

"Are you comfortable Michael my dear?" she enquired.

"Yes Madame" I replied still a little concerned at what style Jane had in mind for me.

Once the shampooing was complete Jane combed my hair back in quick, firm motions, making my head tilt back on each stroke.

"I think your thick strong hair would be ideally suited for a perm Michael. What do you think ?"

"Are you sure ?" I stammered, "You don't see many blokes with a perm these days." My surprise was obvious to both Jane and Jackie.

"Remember my order Michael. You are only allowed to say 'Yes Madame' or 'No 'Madame."

"Yes Madame."

"Good boy Michael. I do not like sissies who disobey me."

She paused briefly before continuing, "What do you think Sally ? Do you think a curly little perm would suit your little plastic sissy ?"

"Yes I do Aunty Jane. Let's get started. I'll go and make sure that the front door is locked so that we cannot be disturbed, and I'll also go and get rid of Michael's old clothes. I don't think that he'll be needing them again today after you've finished with him."

There was certainly no turning back now. For the next couple of hours I sat back while the girls did their stuff.

Once the shampooing was complete and the shampoo cape removed, I was moved back over to one of the hairdressing stations in front of the mirror. Jane then began her work trimming my hair. I sat rigidly still and quiet, fearful of what style she had in mind. I dare not move now. Part of me wanted to get up and say "Sorry I can't go through with this." But it was like I was mesmerized as the neat clippings of hair fell down the front of the plastic gown and slid into my lap.

The strangest part was when Jane started to roll my hair onto the pink and yellow perm curlers. It felt quite tight to start with but once again I sat patiently watching the expert at her work, firstly working her way through the centre of my head before turning her attention to first the right and then the left side of my head. It was not long before my whole head was covered in prickly curlers and end papers. A ring of cotton wool was tucked in around the edges of the curlers to hold the lotion in. Then the cold lotion was squeezed all over, into all the gaps until the little bottle was empty. Jackie then passed a pretty pink plastic bonnet to Jane, which she placed carefully over my head full of curlers, tying delicately under my chin. "There," she said, "the price all plastic sissies have to pay to look beautiful. I hope the curlers are not too tight. We'll leave that on for twenty minutes or so to cook. Would you like a coffee ?"

"Yes Madame" I replied. But programmed as I was by now I forgot my manners and did not say please or even request my usual one spoon of sugar.

I sat back in the chair for the next twenty minutes, with my coffee and a copy of Hello magazine, which Jackie had handed me to read. All three ladies disappeared to the staff room leaving me alone in the salon. I was in a hopeless position, I could hardly get up and run away, dressed as I was and with a full complement of curlers in my hair.

I must have been in some sort of dream like state, awakened by the shrill ringing of the tiny alarm to indicate that my twenty minutes were up. Jane returned to lift the pink bonnet and test a couple of the curls. "Five minutes more," she said, replacing the cap, before disappearing again.

The alarm quickly sounded again. This time Jackie appeared and asked "Would you like to come over to the basin Michael ?"

"You'd better let me put this shampoo cape around you again," she said, robing me again in the pink PVC cape. "We don't want to get you all wet !"

I eased myself back into the chair with my neck nestling over the sink. Jackie began to run the water, checking to see that it was not too hot for my scalp. "Let's give it a good rinse," she said, "to get rid of all the perm lotion."

Once more I sat back calmly as the water rinsed the lotion from the curlers. Once Jackie had completed this task she cradled my head in the towel, which had been draped around my shoulders, and patted my hair dry in a very thorough manner. I must confess that in a strange way I was beginning to enjoy all this attention from three attractive ladies. Sally seemed to be trying to avoid me by playing only a minor role in the proceedings. Jane was definitely in charge.

Then Jackie began the task of removing all the curlers from my hair. Jane reappeared at this point. With the two ladies flanking either side of the basin they quickly unwound the curlers and papers leaving my hair in a collection of strange squiggly strands.

"Now this bit will be a bit cold," said Jackie, as she dabbed a sponge of cold liquid all over my freshly curled head. "We'll leave that on for five minutes or so and then we'll be done."

It was soon time for the final rinsing. Jackie once again checked that the water was not too hot before spraying away the lotion.

Jackie dried me off again and then removed the pink outer cape. "Would you like to come back to the styling chair Michael ? I'll hand you over to Jane to complete the transformation."

I sat back in the chair and looked at myself in the mirror. Once again I felt nervous. What would Jane do ? How was she going to finish off my new style ?

"Right then Michael. How does it feel ? Now you know what plastic sissies must go through. I must say I think it really suits you. Let me dry it off and style it up for you. Not long now and your ordeal will be over. I think Sally will be really taken with it."

Jane set to work again, this time with the hairdryer in hand, shaping my wavy new look. I felt that there was lots of body in my hair. Fortunately the curls were not too tight. Jane applied the finishing touches, with lots of hairspray to set it in place.

"Ok Michael I think I'm just about done. Do you like your new look ?" asked Jane as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Yes Madame" came my regulation response. I dare not say anything else.

"Let's ask Sally what she thinks shall we ?" said Jane, as she spun me round in the chair.

"I think he looks gorgeous. Just as a plastic sissy should look like. Thank you. What do you think Jackie ?"

"Another one of mum's masterpieces I think."

"And what does the plastic sissy himself have to say. Are you happy we transformed you into a plastic sissy ?" asked Jane.

I really did not know what to say. I had no choice but to respond with another humiliating, "Yes Madame."

"Good. Another satisfied plastic sissy customer. I'll hand him over to you now Sally to complete his sissification."

Jane and Jackie retired to the staff room, satisfied with their work, leaving me alone with Sally.

There was a quiet couple of minutes. Neither of us knew what to say to each other. I dare not speak even though Jane had disappeared. It seemed like an eternity before Sally broke the ice.

"I'm sorry Michael. I'm sorry you got dragged into all this. Jane and Jackie got me involved. They said I needed to be tougher with you. They thought I needed to teach you a lesson after the other night when you let me down. They said I should prove who is really in control. I thought it would be fun at first. I didn't realise it would go this far. I can't stop now I must do as Jane says."

I sat motionless unable to say a thing even to the girl of my dreams. Despite all this afternoon's strange events I still loved her.

"Do you still love me ?" I asked. "That was all I wanted to know."

"Of course I do my dear. After today I probably love you even more. But please you must let me finish your ordeal."

I sat still to let Sally finish her work. First she applied a foundation cream to my face, then eyeshadow, mascara, blusher and cherry red lipstick. Then she coated my fingernails in a vivid red shade, before stooping to apply a similar lacquer to my toenails.

When she had finished she called for Jane and Jackie to come in again. "Come and see girls. Come and see my new plastic sissy." They all seemed pleased with my transformation.

"Doesn't he look cute," mocked Jackie.

Jane announced, "Right girls it's time to make tracks for home. We must get the plastic sissy ready for his trip home with us."

A sudden feeling of dread came over me. Was I going to have to walk out of the salon dressed as I was now ? What else was planned for me ?

The three ladies disappeared into the staff room and returned dressed in three identical long black shiny plastic trenchcoats. Sally was carrying another coat. She gestured for me to turn around and put my arms into the coat. It was a long clear pink plastic coat. As she buttoned me in I could see the pink dress through the outer garment. As soon as I walked out of that door it would be obvious I was wearing a pink dress under a pink tinted coat.

But that was not quite the end of things. Jane had to have the last word. "Of course we must not forget the crowning glory for our plastic sissy to cover his lovely new hairstyle." She reached out and tied a clear pink plastic rain bonnet over my freshly curled coiffure.

"There doesn't he look a picture. Pretty in pink. I bet he wishes all his friends could see him now. Don't you plastic sissy ?"

"Yes Madame" I responded as if I had been programmed to do so.

Sally and Jackie walked me to the car while Jane locked up.

I hoped that no one would see me as we walked back to the car park. Surely no one would be able to recognise me. How could they ever recognise me. I had been totally transformed into some form of hideous mutant plastic sissy.

I have never felt so humiliated. It was very difficult to walk in the high heeled pink plastic sandals that had been strapped on my feet. My plastic outfit was also making me hot and I could feel the beginnings of beads of perspiration on my shoulder blades.

I was bundled into the back seat of the car. The humiliation was not over yet. The drive home produced some strange looks, all eyes seemed to be on me, the pink plastic sissy. I never knew that there were so many traffic lights in town. They all seemed to conspire against me – red, red, red. Jane kept having to stop. Cars pulled up alongside. It felt like the longest car journey home ever. Was she deliberately driving slowly ? Eventually we arrived at our destination at Jane's house. I dare not even contemplate what would happen next.

 

The End

  

  

  

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