There, Doesn't He Look a Picture

by Sara Kentish

 

A Second Visit to the Plastic Sissy Beauty Salon

I was ordered to be at the salon for 4.30. Since my first visit to the salon a month ago I knew that when Jane gave such an order one would be extremely foolish not to comply. I left the flat in good time for the short walk in to town.

Jackie was standing behind the reception desk as I pushed open the front door.

"Hello Michael," she greeted, "Take a seat we've still got a couple of customers to finish off. We won't be long."

I sat down in the small waiting area, and picked up one of the hair magazines from the table. It was not long before both the remaining customers had settled up with Jackie, collected their coats and departed. Once they had gone Jackie locked the front door.

Jane came out from the salon, "I'm glad to see you again Michael. I see you have done exactly as you were told. I do like my sissies to be punctual. Let's hope that you will continue to do precisely as you're told during our little session today. Will you please go with Jackie, while I go to get changed ?"

"Please remember that from this point on you will only speak when you are commanded to do so. And even then you are only allowed to say "Yes Madame", or "No Madame". Do you understand ?"

"Yes Madame", I replied, as I knew I must.

Jackie led me off into a side room. She pointed at a bag of items sitting on a plastic chair. "You'll find everything you need in the bag Michael. Please take off all your clothes and get yourself dressed in whatever Jane has put in the bag for you. Be as quick as you can. When you are ready please sit down and wait to be collected."

As soon as Jackie closed the door I started to rummage in the bag. I wondered what strange items I would find this time. For my first visit to the salon I had been made to wear an outfit of pink plastic. This time I found a pair of white plastic pants, a pair of white plastic sauna trousers, a white plastic sauna top with zip up front and poppers at the neck and a pair of white plastic sandals.

I stripped off and slid myself into my new all white plastic outfit.

It was not long before the door opened again. This time it was Sally who had come to collect me. She was not in her usual salon uniform, instead she was dressed now in a special white plastic overall style dress. Her blond hair was scraped back into a long pony tail. She looked cool and masterful.

"Come on sissy follow me," she ordered.

Obediently, indeed pathetically, I followed her into the salon. Jackie was standing to the side of one of the styling chairs. She was dressed in the same style of white plastic overall as Sally, with her blond hair also now swept back into a pony tail. She held out a very large pink plastic gown.

"Put your arms in here sissy," she directed. "Let's get you ready for your little session."

Sally helped do up the poppers at the back and neck so that I was enclosed in two layers of plastic. The large gown almost touched the floor.

"Good. That's what I like to see," commented Jane as she re-entered the room, "An obedient and respectful plastic sissy, looking forward with trepidation to what we have in store for him."

Jane had also got changed out of her usual salon uniform, and was now dressed in a special pink plastic dress. Her hair, like her two assistants, was stunningly swept back into a pony tail. She looked stern and dominant.

"Come over here my little sissy and take a seat in our special plastic sissy chair that we've had specially made for you," she mocked.

It looked a fairly normal salon styling chair I thought. What was special about it I wondered ?

As I sat down I soon found out some of the special features of this particular chair.

Jackie and Sally knelt down either side of me. They lifted my feet onto the chair's footplates and fastened my ankles into some straps. Then they secured my wrists to the arms of chair, with another set of straps. I was now unable to move. I was confined in the chair, wondering what other special features there might be.

Jane had collected a large white plastic sheet from the reception area. She draped it around me, smoothing the velcro strip at the nape of my neck. Again the plastic sheet covered much of the chair and all of me.

"One final cape," she said, draping a smaller, soft, smooth pink vinyl cape around my shoulders, over the other layers of plastic that already restricted me, "and then we can begin."

By now I was already starting to feel a little warm inside my plastic cocoon. I could feel the beginning of perspiration starting to form inside my plastic suit. The aroma of plastic began to fill the salon.

"Are you getting a sweaty plastic sissy yet," teased Jane, spinning me round in the chair. "There's no escape my dear. You belong to us now."

To my surprise Jackie and Sally then wheeled me over to the sink. It was then I discovered the final special feature of the chair. Jane pressed a button, and the chair tilted backwards so that my head was ideally positioned for shampooing backwards into the sink.

"Do you like my little gadget, my little sissy ?" she teased again.

"Yes Madame".

"Good. I thought you would. I think it's time to make a start now, don't you girls. Right Michael let's get you shampooed."

Jane began a vigorous shampooing, while the other two girls watched intently.

Once the shampooing was complete Jane combed my hair back in quick, firm motions, making my head tilt back on each stroke. She tilted the chair back to its upright position.

I was then wheeled back over to one of the hairdressing stations in front of the mirror. Jane 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.

I sat almost mesmerized as the neat clippings of hair fell down the front of the plastic gown and slid into my lap.

The trim did not take long. It was only a month since my previous visit so my hair had not grown much. Once Jane was finished she wheeled me over to the row of driers. She wrapped a flimsy hairnet around my head. She reached for the mobile drier sitting in the corner of the room, and brought it over so that it sat behind my special chair. She gently lowered the drier casing over my head and turned the switch.

I soon felt the warmth of the hairdryer. It was not long before it made me start to sweat inside my plastic suit. I could feel the suit starting to cling to my body.

As I sat under the drier I was still not sure exactly what was going to happen to me. Surely it was too soon after my first visit to be another perm.

Sally had disappeared but she returned with a trolley laden with items.

"I expect you are wondering what special treat we are planning for you today?" mocked Jane as she turned off the drier and removed my hairnet.

"Yes Madame".

"Well my sweet little sissy we're going to put you in a tight fitting sissy cap and pull fine strands of your hair through the holes in the cap, tiny little strands all over," she began, priding herself in giving me a detailed description of what I was going to have to endure from the confines of my special chair.

"We're then going to give you subtle sun bleached highlights, nothing drastic my dear. We'll try to make sure that they blend in beautifully with your own natural hair colour."

"Aunty Jane is going to pull the highlighting cap tightly down over your head so that there is no gap between the cap and your scalp. Let's hope no one else comes round and sees you sitting there all strapped in, looking like you are wearing a rain hat or a badly punctured swimming cap. You won't look a very flattering sight believe me."

Jane was pulling on her special protective gloves rather like a master surgeon preparing for a major operation. Sally was tying a protective white plastic apron around Jane's waist to cover her pink plastic dress.

Meanwhile Jackie was pouring some powder into a plastic tray. She then added another cream like mixture and began to mix them together. She stirred the mixture into a thick paste. I could see it was a lovely pastel blue shade

 

As Jackie mixed the concoction, Jane began to pull the thick rubber cap over my head. As she had promised it was a tight fit. She was forceful as she pulled it down front and back so that it covered my head. I was left with a large rim just above eye level. The confinement within the tight cap was already further increasing the perspiration levels within my plastic suit.

Once the cap was in place, Jane was quick to start plucking thin wisps of hair up through the little holes in the cap's surface. Again she was far from gentle. Little did she care. My suffering was not her concern. She was happy to see me squirm both with pain and embarrassment. It seemed to take ages for her to pull through all the strands that she required. Meanwhile Jackie continued to mix the paste.

 

Once Jane was happy that she had pulled through enough strands of hair she took the plastic tray from Jackie. She spread the pastel blue paste liberally over my wispy freakish looking hair. Jackie passed her a see through plastic cap, which Jane placed over my by now light blue head.

"What a pretty looking sissy you are my dear. Don't you look a picture all wrapped up in plastic and strapped into your chair. We'll let you cook for about 30 minutes I think," said Jane, as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

 

The three girls disappeared into the staff room leaving me alone in the salon strapped into my chair. I could hear them chatting and giggling in the back room, no doubt relaxing over a cup of coffee, laughing at my predicament. There was no chance of my escaping. I was securely strapped into my seat. By now the effects of the plastic were really starting to be felt. The sweat was building up inside my suit, running down my back and down the legs of my plastic trousers. The white plastic suit was clinging to the inside of my legs and my arms. It was like being in my own personal sauna suit.

I sat rigidly still, unable to move my arms or legs. I was hoping that one of the girls would return soon and perhaps release me. However Jane was right. I was left for the best part of half an hour before she returned. Even then it was only to wheel me under the dryer for a few minutes. This only served to increase my discomfort, stimulating the clamminess of the plastic clinging to my arms and legs, and promoting rivulets of sweat to start running down the inside of my plastic top.

Thankfully after a few minutes the drier hood was lifted and I was wheeled over to the sink once again. Jane removed the outer plastic cap and started to rinse my hair through. Having washed away the blue paste it was time to remove the tight rubber cap. Jane showed no mercy. She yanked the cap from my head with little or no warning. Indeed she seemed to take great delight in causing the maximum sense of pain.

She then subjected me to a vigorous shampoo, followed by a conditioning treatment and another rinse. She quickly towel dried my hair before wheeling back over to the styling station.

I sat back in the chair and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair felt soft and silky. I could see the effect of pale blonde highlights. Nothing too bold or overstated. Quite tasteful infact. No artificial yellowness, very natural looking indeed.

Once again I felt nervous. What would Jane do now ? How was she going to finish off my new style ?

"Right then Michael. How does it feel ? I must say I think your new sissy style really suits you. Let me dry it off a bit more and style it up for you. Not long now and your ordeal will be over.You can then show yourself off to the world."

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. As my hair dried the effects of the highlights became much more apparent.

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

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

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

Sally took over as she had done on my previous visit. 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.

"Doesn't he look cute again," 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."

As before a sudden feeling of dread came over me. It was quite a pleasurable experience sitting being pampered inside the salon. However the thought of having to go outside dressed in my plastic outfit with newly highlighted hair was not something to look forward to. Was I going to have to walk out of the salon dressed as I was now like I had done last time ? What else was planned for me ?

The three ladies disappeared again into the staff room. This time I was left for another ten minutes or so, still strapped into my chair, still perspiring vigorously inside my plastic suit. They returned dressed in three identical long black shiny plastic trenchcoats. Sally was carrying another coat.

Jackie released me from the chair. As I stood up I could feel the beads of sweat running down my body, my arms, my legs. I could feel the suit clinging to my back and to my bum where I had been seated for so long. Plastic gripped the contours of my body.

Sally gestured for me to turn around and put my arms into the long clear pink plastic coat that she was holding. The white sauna suit was clearly visible through the transluscent coat. Jackie bent down and strapped me into a pair of pink high heels.

But that was not quite the end of things. I knew what to expect this time.

Jane had to have the last word. "Of course we must not forget the crowning glory for our plastic sissy. We must protect his lovely new hair from the nasty wind outside." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a clear plastic rain bonnet. She then unwrapped the bonnet from its packaging and pulled it over my freshly highlighted coiffure, tying a tight bow under my chin. The clear bonnet showed off my new blonded look.

"No visit to the plastic sissy salon is complete without the sissy being made to wear a lovely clear plastic rain bonnet," she declared.

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

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

"Let's see our pretty plastic sissy perform his little curtsey for us just like he has been practising at home."

As directed I performed my well practised curtsey for my captors.

"Have you enjoyed your second visit to the plastic sissy salon Michael ?" asked Jane.

"Yes Madame," I replied. In a funny way I had actually enjoyed it. I suspect Jane knew that I had too.

"Would you like to come again soon ?" questioned Jane.

"Yes Madame. I would, please."

"Good, that's what we like to hear. If you're a good little sissy then I'll make you another appointment for a month's time. Sally and Jackie will walk you to the car while I lock up here."

 

The End.

  

  

  

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