Twin Switch

by Salon_Fetish

 

Chapter 1

The owner of the small salon, Kim, was sitting behind the desk paging through a magazine when the front door opened. A child appearing about 12 or 13 stumbled in, almost knocking into the coat rack just inside the shop. Kim, when she saw the youngster, took a moment to try to decide if it was a boy or girl. The features were boyish-girlish pretty, the hair, fairly thick just to the shoulders. She had just decided it was a girl, then changed her mind that it was a pretty boy, when a woman entered the salon, hand on the shoulder of another child who looked quite a bit like the first.

"Twin girls", Kim decided, looking first at the girl, then at the woman. The slight look of distaste on her face when she saw the children, believing all children to be rotten and in need of discipline, changed to one of admiration when she saw the woman accompanying them. Of medium height, Kim thought her absolutely beautiful, with hazel eyes, knockout figure, and a cascade of tawny curls down around her shoulders. The woman, in turn, was looking with definite interest at Kim, whose tall, slender body showed fine womanly tone and had thick blonde hair falling half way down her back.

"Can I help you?" Kim asked, smiling at the woman.

"I certainly hope so", replied the newcomer, grasping both children now by the collars of their shirts. Kim noticed both wore rather androgynous blousy shirts. "I've decided my step-children are getting new looks." She looked in annoyance at her quite scared looking charges. "Major new looks".

"Great!" Kim beamed, seeing that the experience was not one the children were looking forward to. "The, uh, gir…kids are very attractive."

Smiling in a knowing way, the step-mother replied "Oh, indeed they are. You might have noticed they're twins."

"I can certainly see that," the stylist responded.

"Tell me – are they boys or girls?" asked the parent of the surprised stylist.

"Oh…well…," stumbled Kim, feeling very much on the spot. "Girls," she said, trying to sound confident.

Kim couldn't tell for sure, as they both looked so scared, but she thought at least one of them looked even more upset at her answer. Their stepmother's smile grew larger.

"I mean, ah, boys," Kim tried again.

This time the other one gave a pained look.

"Right and wrong, both times", was the response. "One of each actually."

Kim looked harder at the two children, trying to discern which was the boy and which was the girl. Once again, she wavered in her opinion. Both were so pretty and since neither had obviously hit puberty, she just couldn't tell for sure.

Without realizing it, she said "Wow."

"Wow, indeed," said their parent. "And, if I do say so, they are both spoiled brats that, as far as I'm concerned behave so much alike they are, as I told them, interchangeable. Both as big a pain in the ass as the other one."

"Which is what brings us to you."

Kim, immensely attracted to the woman, disliking the children even more, but still confused, tried to get a handle on the situation, and said "New looks, right?"

"Oh, yes. One perm and styling and one clipper cut, preferably a flattop if you do them."

"Sure, I trained as a barber as well as a stylist," Kim stated, glad she now saw the plan. "So, to differentiate them, the girl is getting curls and the boy a buzzcut."

"No," came the reply.

Now Kim was even more lost and totally bewildered.

Pushing the first child that had entered forward toward the stylist, the stepmother said "She is getting a buzzcut, nice and butch. He is getting a lovely set of curls…"

"At least, that's the first step."

Kim stood silently for a moment, looked from the adult, to the two almost cowering children, then back to the woman, who looked back with a half smile, almost inviting.

Then the light bulb went off and Kim's smile was at least as large as the others.

"OH…I see," she said, stepping forward to the one she now knew was a boy. Tucking his thick long hair behind one ear to verify something she said "You know…I do ear piercing too," and looked up.

The stepmother's eyes lit up as she reached out and lightly touched Kim's arm. "Perfect. And by the way," her fingers lingered on Kim's arm, "my name is Terri."

 

Chapter 2

After introducing Kim to the children (by pushing them each toward a chair in the small waiting area) as "Chrissie and Chris, isn't that handy?", Terri sat down to discuss the "fun" as Kim called it. Prior to beginning, Kim closed the blinds on the front windows and turned the sign to Closed on the door.

"Their father died recently, which as far as I was concerned was not a big deal. He turned out to be more of a wimp than I thought he was and I was very tired of him. You wouldn't guess it, but Chris and Chrissie are almost 16. Late puberty runs in their family. I'm not sure their father ever hit it, based on my experience with him," she added contemptuously.

"Unfortunately, in addition to leaving me a very large amount of money, he left these two in my care as well." Terri stared disdainfully at Chris and Chrissie, who sat huddled in the other two waiting chairs. "So, since I'm stuck with them, I decided to have a little fun…and teach them some lessons."

Kim was getting excited. The chance to put little shits in their place while getting to know Terri at the same time made this her best day ever, as far as she was concerned.

"Who would you me to start with?" she asked Terri.

Terri grinned, looked straight at Chrissie and said, "I'm a bit torn as the girl is so vain about her hair. Brags how well she takes care of it, and how pretty it is. I can't wait to see her face when the clippers start running through it."

As she spoke, Terri got up and approached the girl. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through Chrissie's thick tresses saying, "You want to get rid of all this hair, don't you, sweetie?" When the girl didn't immediately respond, Terri grabbed a handful of hair and pulled sharply saying, "Remember our talk, dearie. Tell my new friend Kim exactly what you want."

Eyes beginning to glisten, Chrissie said something that Kim couldn't make out. Kim stood and closed in on her as Terri said "Speak up, for God's sake."

"Please, Miss, I hate this mess of hair. Can you give me a nice boy's crewcut? I want it totally…" deep breath, "I want it totally…butch. I've always wanted to look like a boy."

A tear escaped from the corner of her eye as she spoke. Kim reached a finger down, wiped it away and licked it from her finger as she said, "Well, I would be happy to help you, dear." Stroking the poor girl's hair she continued, "And I must say, I think you will look much better when this is all gone. Much more…butch, since that's what you really want. But I'm thinking a flattop would even better than a crewcut. Generally, only a really butch would get a flattop." Sliding her hand into Chrissie's hair over her ears she continued, "Clipped nice and tight on the sides and up the back, with a close shave on the neck." Moving her hand into the hair on top, holding it up she said, "And all this can go. I think a good solid ½" landing strip on top would be perfect for the look you want. It is what you really want, isn't it?" Kim was enjoying this tremendously and smiled at the horrified girl.

Looking over at Terri for confirmation of her fate, who stared daggers at her, Chrissie nodded her head. "Yes, I hate looking like so feminine. I want as boyish a buzzcut as you can do so a flattop would be great." Deep breath. "And, can you please help make Chris into the pretty girl I think he should be?"

Kim was taken quite aback. It was obvious Chrissie had been "convinced" to ask for her hair to be buzzed but the statement about her brother was very unexpected. She was, of course, unaware of a conversation Terri had with Chrissie that morning…

"I will do it, Chrissie. Don't doubt it for a minute. I have the money and the legal contacts."

Chrissie sat stunned. She knew her stepmother hated both her and her brother, her brother probably more so as Terri seemed to despise the male species in particular. God only knew why her father never saw Terri's agreement to marriage as anything but a money-grab plan. But this…

"You couldn't! Even you wouldn't", Chrissie was cut off.

"Want to bet?" Terri gave the most evil grin Chrissie could possibly imagine. "You two might as well be the same person, you act so much alike. And as pretty as he is…"

"NO!" shouted Chrissie. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't …".

"Well…perhaps…I'll stop short of permanently changing his, shall we say, outlook on life. But, if I do, here's what I expect from you."

As Chrissie listened, she knew Chris would never forgive her. He would believe that she had betrayed him to their hated stepmother. That was ok, though, if it kept Terri from, God, she couldn't even say it to herself…

Chrissie faded back to the present, sitting in the salon, actually asking this bitch that seemed to be cut from the same cloth as her stepmother, asking to be given a boy's flattop and to give her beloved brother a makeover .

The girl tried to smile, remembering the very explicit instructions from Terri during that horrible conversation. "Please, please won't you give my brother a makeover? I think he would look adorable with curls.

Chris, cowering in the chair next, began to tear up. He couldn't believe what Chrissie was saying. His sister, the only one he had left in the world, suggesting he be made up like a girl? It had been difficult enough when, months before, Terri had told him he would not be allowed to get his hair cut. He knew he and his sister looked alike, particularly since they hadn't hit puberty. He didn't want to emphasize it, though. And Chrissie had commiserated with him at the time, reassuring him that many boys were going to long hair.

And now look at her. AND she was asking for a buzzcut. Jesus, what had gotten in to her?

Kim looked over at him quietly crying, then back to his sister. Terri stood watching the whole thing, grinning like a cat and said to Kim, "Look, Chris is so happy his sister is going to help with his transformation, he's crying." She stroked his cheek gently and tucked his hair behind his ear. "And you did say you do ear piercing, didn't you, Kim?"

"Oh yes. Now does the little butch have pierced ears?"

"She does, but I haven't let her wear them for a while, trying to get them to close up," Terri replied. "Unfortunately, they were originally pierced when she was quite young so they don't want to close."

Happily, Kim said, "I have something that just came in from Inverness, the piercing equipment company. A new type of liquid skin rebuilder. It's supposed to be for fixing "bad" pierces, you know, at the wrong angle or place. You can spray it on, and it instantly reseals the ear." Reaching into a drawer in the front desk, Kim pulled out a small spray can. She then pulled up Chrissie's thick hair, revealing her ears. As she squirted the girl's left lobe she said, "The manufacturer warns to only spray once as too much will make the ear un-piercable." Kim then proceeded to squirt the lobe twice more, covering the single hole, which quickly faded from view. Stepping around to the other side of Chrissie, she performed the same action on the other ear, this time only squirting once. "So many boys and butches have one earring I'll leave one ear ready for a re-piercing." She put the can back in the drawer.

"There. Terri, you shouldn't ever have to worry about her wearing earrings again in that ear, unless it's one of those old-lady screw-ons. Her ear won't take a piercing." To demonstrate, Kim used a little piercing gun and attempted to pop a hole through the lobe. The needle stopped at the surface of the lobe. Chrissie barely felt a thing.

"Oh, that's good," said Terri. "And I like the idea of maybe one earring in one ear, like a boy would have. I know Chrissie wants to be extra butch, don't you?"

Chrissie didn't say a word, but reached up a gently felt her unpiercable lobe. One part of her femininity had been eradicated and she knew more was to follow.

"Now, Chrissie, what do you have in mind for your pretty brother?"

Wanting to scream at the total unfairness of the situation, Chrissie began laying out what Terri had instructed her, trying to sound enthusiastic as she had been told to, but still almost choking on the words.

"Well, I was thinking a perm, to give him the type of curls I've talked about getting in the past, before I decided I wanted to buzz mine off. If you can, maybe just some long layers, so he doesn't lose too much length. Wouldn't he look gorgeous with hair like that actress Keri Russell from Felicity, before she cut her long curls off? Since he's going to keep growing it, his hair should be down to almost the middle of his back in another few months. And, since you do ear piercing, he should have at least doubles, and maybe a third in one ear, to give him that extra-femmy look." Looking over at her shocked brother, she continued, "Also, can you arch his eyebrows extra high and thin to give him that slightly surprised girlish look?

Chris grew more desperate as he listened to Chrissie describe what she had in mind for him. Suddenly, he bolted from the chair, making for the door. Terri, however, had been expecting this, and grabbed him before he had made it more than a few feet. Kim stepped up and, grabbing his other arm, helped Terri escort him to the styling chair nearest them. On the way, Kim stopped them, reached into a drawer and extracted a long strap.

Reaching the salon chair, together they thrust him into it, with not so subtle threats from Terri. Chrissie, remembering Terri's earlier threats about her brother to her in private, grew frantic about repercussions if he kept struggling. She said, 'Come on, Chris. I can't wait to see you all pretty and feminine." Then, the kicker, "You make a lousy boy, after all."

As though he had been punched in the stomach, Chris stopped struggling. The hateful words she uttered knocked all resistance from him temporarily. Kim quickly wrapped the belt around his front, pinning his arms and securing him to the chair.

Chrissie, who felt like throwing up after what she had told the stylist, but had thought it was the only way to get him to stop fighting, looked pityingly at her soon-to-be-feminized twin brother.

Then, remembering her own dilemma, looked into the mirror. Her thick waves, falling gently down to her shoulders shined in the salon light. Her mind traveled back again to the talk from Terri…

"Starting today, Chrissie, you will make it clear to everyone you hate looking girlish. You will ask, insist even, that you want your hair totally buzzed down. And…you can forget about those pretty outfits of yours since…"

Chrissie's head had started to swim at that point, and she refused to think about the rest of the conversation.

Looking down at her pinned twin once again, she said, "Can you get started on him?"

Terri chimed in, "Yes, Kim, please. It seems Chrissie here has decided her brother will be first."

  

  

  

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