Trainswitch

by Salon_Fetish

 

Chapter 3

Chris, helpless in the chair, sat as Kim covered him with a flowered smock, lifting his hair and fastening it behind his neck. He looked angrily at his sister as Kim wheeled out a cart with a tray full of small rollers and other items.

Kim said "Take a good long look at yourself, sissy. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be the prettiest little thing in town."

Snap

Terri took a picture with her small digital camera.

"Oh that's priceless. The little sissy waiting with bated breath for his makeover."

Terri nudged Chrissie. She knew what was expected.

"You are such a sissy, brother. This new look for you is long overdue. I can't wait to see the results. You should have been born a girl but since you weren't, I'm going to help make you into one."

Kim turned the chair so Chris faced away from the mirror. She then tipped the chair back, his hair falling loosely into the washbasin bowl.

"Your hair is so thick and beautiful. It's going to look so good with curls," she said. Glancing to his sister, Kim continued, smirking, "It's a shame your sister is so insistent on cutting all hers off, but at least one of you will have a gorgeous mane." Warm water began to flow through his hair as the stylist washed and conditioned his hair.

Finishing, she blotted his hair dry and ran a comb through it to get out any tangles. Unable to see himself, Chris could feel as each roller was put in, section by section, the tightness against his head slightly uncomfortable.

Terri and Chrissie watched from the sidelines, the first tingling with excitement as her plan was put in motion. The second, with despair and sadness as, minute by minute, her brother was taken closer to taking on the appearance of…her.

"By the time he's done," Terri had told her that morning, "Even you would think he's you. Don't worry, though. There won't be any mixing the two of you up since you'll be getting your own makeover."

Chrissie shuddered. Terri noticed and said to Kim, "Kim, dear, when you have his perm wrapped, do you think you could start Chrissie's haircut? I think she's getting anxious."

"Absolutely. Chrissie, take a seat in the chair next to your brother. I'll get to you as soon as I can."

A knock on the front door caused them all to turn. A muffled voice called through the door.

"Kim? Kim are you in there? It's Laurie!"

"Shit," said Kim. "It's my new stylist. Just when we're getting started, too."

The knocking continued.

"Well…," said Terri. "Why not let her in? After all, my stepson needs that flattop and you are a bit busy with Chrissie."

It took a moment, but Kim caught on quickly.

"Perfect!" she said.

"And," Terri said, "the two of you will certainly behave yourselves, won't you children?" She squeezed Chrissie arm hard and stared at Chris.

The soon to be shorn girl also caught on quickly and followed Terri's plan. "Of course we will Mom." The boy, his head more than half covered in small colorful curlers, gasped. They had never called this woman Mom, had actually sworn they never would. "I'm Chris and he…I mean she… is Chrissie."

Everything was going perfectly, thought Terri.

Kim walked to the door and unlocked it. A very attractive, young woman entered the shop. Dark eyes complemented her sleek, dark brown hair which she wore in a bob just below the jaw line.

"Hey, what's going on? Since it's my day off, I was just taking a drive and realized I left my wallet here when I left last night. Did you decide to close today?" She saw Terri and the two teens. "Oh, I didn't realize you had company."

"Actually, Laurie. I'm glad you stopped," said Kim. "This is my good friend Terri and her kids. The twins are getting new looks. I've got my hands full with Chrissie's perm. Do you have time to give her brother Chris a flattop?" Kim knew Laurie loved using the clippers so was pretty sure what the answer would be.

Laurie looked at the one standing. She had wondered at first glance the sex of the twins. Her boss had confirmed for her the one in the chair was a girl (which made sense, she thought, considering the rollers), this one a boy. Cute, too, she thought to herself. And that hair! It was nice hair, but way too feminine for a boy. She thought of plowing the clippers through it.

"Sure! I was only taking a drive anyway," she said. She moved gracefully to the empty chair, donned a smock hanging on a wall hook, and motioned to the standing teen.

Kim said to Terri, "Don't worry, Terri. Laurie might be young and fresh out of beauty and barber school (she's 17 by the way, she dropped out of high school) but she's very good. And a whiz with the clippers."

Chrissie moved slowly to the chair, dreading what was to come. From the vantage point of the other chair, Chris looked on and said in his tenor voice, "Oh, I'm sure my brother will be quite happy with the results." Scorn in his voice, "He's so excited about both of our new looks."

Chrissie knew how upset her brother must be, particularly thinking that she, his twin, was partially behind this. It didn't help her stomach, though, as she slid into the waiting chair. Laurie smiled brightly as she fastened the striped cape around Chrissie neck and followed it up by fastening a piece of tissue paper around it as well.

"Going to give you the full barber treatment, Chris. You certainly need it," she said. She held Chrissie's hair up in back. "Wow, what beautiful hair. Any girl would be thrilled to have hair like this." She dropped it down again, letting it fall all around Chrissie's shoulders and ran her slender fingers through it. She touched Chrissie's cheek in a casual way. She was surprised to feel attraction to her new client, both because of "his" apparent youth and because, after having had both boyfriends and girlfriends, Laurie had come to the conclusion she was gay. "You don't need a shave, that's for sure! Of course, at your age, that's not surprising."

"I'm…I'll be sixteen next week," Chrissie stammered, feeling very uncomfortable with the vibes she was getting from Laurie on top of the looming barbering. "We both will."

"Really? Not too much younger than me, then," Laurie replied, gratified she at least wasn't having hormonal feelings for a total child, even if he was male. She stroked Chrissie's cheek again. "Well, you'll be sprouting a beard any day then."

"NO!" Chrissie exclaimed, then realized remembered Terri's threats. "I mean, I'm going to stay clean shaven."

Laurie smiled. "Well, that's good. I think it would be shame to hide that good looking face."

Both Terri and Kim watched with enjoyment. Kim, in particular, because she knew Laurie had dated both girls and boys in the past and could see the combination of attraction and puzzlement regarding Chrissie's sexuality in Laurie.

Snapping the final rod with end paper into place on Chris's head, Kim applied the perm solution and wrapped a length of cotton around his hairline to, as she said, "protect your beautiful eyes from drips".

"Now, before I stick you under a dryer, I believe your brother said something about ear piercing."

Laurie looked up from the brushing she was doing preparatory to the flattop. "Your brother is making suggestions for your makeover? That is so cool." Her fingers, accompanying the detangling massaged the top of Chrissie's head gently, increasing Chrissie's discomfort.

"Oh my god," she thought to herself. "She likes me."

Kim asked, "Now Chris, how many piercings did you say you think your sister should get?"

 

The pleading look in her brother's eyes didn't stop Chrissie from responding. She knew she had to go along with her stepmother's plan. The alternative was so much worse. "I think two in each, Kim. I see so many of the girls have four holes now. And maybe, if not today, later, a third in one ear. I think that looks really cool."

Laurie almost bounced as she giggled, "Hey, look at these!" She tucked her shiny dark hair behind her right ear showing a fairly large gold hoop with smaller version just above it. "And…" she uncovered the other ear showing three different sizes of hoops dangling down.

"Great," Chrissie's sarcasm was lost on the bouncy Laurie.

"It's neat that I have the same piercings you want your sister to get, isn't it."

"Oh yeah, really cool," Chrissie's sarcasm continued.

During this discussion, Kim had taken out the small piercing gun she used, and selected two sets of earrings. His face turned pale at the site of the feminizing instrument. Kim said, "Don't worry honey, I've picked out two beautiful sets of earrings for you. Just think about how pretty they'll look."

Chrissie, oblivious to Laurie's brushing now, watched as Kim used a marker to put four dots on Chris's lobes, thinking "I was going to get a second piercing when I turned sixteen." Her brother blinked hard as the gun was positioned over the first dot in his left ear and the earring popped through. Stepping around to his other side as she reloaded, Kim popped its match (it's twin, Chrissie thought sickly) into his other ear. Chris couldn't see what the earrings were, but Chrissie could.

Kim loaded the first earring from the second set into the gun and with another "pop" (and wince from Chris) inserted it into his right ear. Another few steps, another reloading and "pop" – his left ear was now double pierced as well. Seeing this set of earrings, Chrissie felt her pity grow even more for her brother.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it, Chrissie?" Kim asked. Sitting there with his head full of rollers, Chris looked on the verge of tears again. The salon owner lifted a hand mirror from its hook next to the sink bowl and held it up for Chris to see his new marks of feminine beauty. His jaw dropped as he examined Kim's work.

Each ear now had a gold flower in its first hole, the second filled by a slightly smaller pink stone.

"You did say your birthdays' were next week, didn't you Chris? It's October so I went with your birthstone for Chrissie's second hole. And the flower…well, what girl doesn't like flowers, right?"

The "Oh how pretty" exclamations of Laurie certainly didn't help Chris's frame of mind. Terri, displaying a smile a Great White might exhibit when approaching a wounded marlin, stepped up beside him.

She traced the edge of his ear, stopping to finger his flowers. "Chrissie, these are adorable. With two sets sparkling away, you'll drive the boys crazy. And I do believe your brother has already bought you some earrings for when your ears are healed. Didn't you get Chrissie some of those extra big hoops that are so popular with the girls, Chris?"

Chrissie simply nodded, knowing Terri was referring to her earrings. She owned at least a dozen and a half pairs, from small dainty studs to 3 inch wire hoops to little fairy dangles. Earrings she wouldn't be able to wear anymore. Earrings that would add to her brother's new feminine look.

Chris sat in stunned silence as Kim turned him to face the wall mirror and wheeled over a portable hair dryer. She positioned it over his head and turned it on . He could feel the hair tightening around the rods as his hair heated up. His feminine image (really, that of his sister) stared back from the mirror. Rollers tight against his head, dryer whirring away, earrings staggered up his rather small lobes, soft features…he would have a hard time convincing anyone that saw him right now he was a boy. And he knew when the perm had completed its work, the curls would only make it worse.

As though reading his Terri said, "And just think, Chrissie – as every minute those tight little curlers are in your hair means days and days more your new curls and image will last."

Not knowing the deeper level to which Terri referred, Laurie piped in, "Yeah, with your features, Chrissie, those curls will really make you a knockout! And did Kim tell you? She's been testing out a new, longer-lasting perm – with any luck, you won't have to reperm for the next year."

Chrissie didn't get the chance to see what Chris's reaction to that was as Laurie swung her chair around to face the wall mirror. Picking up a set of shears from the shelf Laurie said, "Time to get you started, Chris. You get to watch your transformation."

The young barber-stylist slid the scissors into Chrissie's hair even with her right eyebrow saying, "As thick and long as it is, I want to cut the bulk off with the shears before starting in with the clippers." Chrissie tensed, watching herself in the mirror, waiting for the first cut.

"Wait."

From her position on the other side of Chris's chair, Terri called out.

Chrissie had no illusions that her reprieve was anything but short lived. Her stepmother's next comment, though, was both unexpected and added to cold feeling in the pit of Chrissie's stomach.

"Chris," Terri said to Chrissie, "Didn't you tell me you wanted to take the first cut? Sort of a celebration of your new look? I know how much you're looking forward to all that hair coming off." Chrissie wanted to slap the smirk off her stepmother's face.

"Oh, cool!" Laurie exclaimed.

"Doesn't she know any other expressions?" thought Chrissie to herself.

"Um, well..." Chrissie mumbled.

"Perhaps Laurie can help you, Chris," her step-monster continued.

"I'd love too," Laurie almost cooed. "Here Chris."

She reached under the cape and grasped Chrissie's hand. Pulling it out, Laurie handed her the scissors then wrapped her own hand around the scared girl's. She lifted Chrissie's hand back to the opposite side of her head, where she herself had positioned the scissors minutes before.

"OK, Chris, now you want to cut way up starting on the side. For a standard haircut, you'd never cut this short to start, but since I'll be virtually shaving the sides and back, it's no problem."

"Virtually shaving the sides and back," echoed in Chrissie's head.

"Here we go." Chrissie began to panic as Laurie squeezed her hand, forcing the blades to close.

Schniiiick

Years of growth began falling away. In the mirror, Chrissie saw over a foot of hair cascading down onto her shoulder, then sliding to the floor. A large section slid down the front of her, ending up in her lap. The contrast of the crisp cut ends running from the front of her head right over her left ear to the waves sitting gently around her shoulders was the difference between the butch-boy she would become and the pretty girl she had been.

"There's a start," Laurie said. She reached into Chrissie's lap and lifted up a soft wavy lock. "Wow. You really took care of your hair, Chris. This is so soft." She gave a friendly smile to the girl who was trying very hard to keep tears in check. "The one drawback to you wanting a flattop – it certainly won't be soft and silky anymore. Bristly is more like it."

"Bristly…Virtually shaving the sides and back…"

Chrissie shuddered.

"Here, let me get to work now," Laurie said, taking the scissor from Chrissie's limp fingers.

The teen sat mutely as Laurie continued shearing away her hair, continuing the line she herself had begun a good two inches over her ear, working her way across the back and to the other side. Chrissie felt the cool blades against her neck as Laurie cut through the remaining length, exposing her neck for the first time since…well, since she could remember. Her mane was reduced in less than a minute to a chopped unfeminine mess.

"There!" the stylist said. "Much more workable now for the clippers."

"That's a good start, Laurie," Terri said, coming around to Chrissie's chair. Chris sat glaring from under the dryer.

"Definitely starts to show his handsome face," said Kim, joining Terri. She put her hand on Terri's shoulder, surprised a bit by her own forwardness but unable to control it as attracted as she was to the gorgeous woman. Terri noticed but said nothing, although Kim thought she saw the smallest hint of a smile.

"What do you think, Laurie? Don't you think he's handsome?" she teased, knowing Laurie was drawn to Chrissie and enjoying the embarrassment on the caped girl's face.

"Well…if you'll pardon me for saying so, Chris," Laurie stood behind Chrissie, leaning forward, her breasts warm against the girl's shoulders, increasing her discomfort, "you don't have rugged outdoorsy handsomeness. More gentle, attractive features. And yes, with the hair coming off, it really does open up your face." She finished by saying, "I certainly think you're good looking."

Chrissie's face turned a bright shade of red, which Laurie mistook for embarrassment because (she thought to herself) he must be attracted to me too!

"Yes, yes he is," Terri beamed. "I can't wait until I see the final result." She reached up and patted Kim's hand. "Kim, let's leave her to it. Is Chrissie almost done?"

The two walked away, leaving Chrissie to face the mirror… and her future.

Laurie set the scissors down, picked a large pair of clippers from their shelf hook, and attached a guide to the blades.

"OK, Chris. Now just to be sure – you said you wanted a flattop, right?"

Chrissie knew Terri would be listening to her answer and that it not only better be the right answer but an enthusiastic one.

"Yes, please, Laurie. I don't know why I ever let it get as long as it was to begin with. I'd really like a flattop, as short as you can." Pause. "I really want to look like a boy…again."

"No problem," Laurie said. "There won't be any mistaking you for a girl with this haircut. I'm going to start by doing a rather long crewcut then shape it from there."

Pop. Bzzzzz…

Chrissie watched in the mirror as the clippers were placed just under her right wispy sideburn, Laurie resting her other hand on top of the girl's head to keep it steady. The slight tickling of the blades went unnoticed as she watched Laurie quickly and smoothly move them up the side of her head, leaving a bare ½" behind.

"This is a rather long crewcut???" she thought, trying to envision how much worse it would be when done.

The buzzing continued. Laurie was quick and efficient separating the emotionally trapped girl from her beloved tresses. She was also, as the opportunity presented itself, leaning very closely against Chrissie, wrapping her fingers through the hair on the top of her head, tipping it back and forth to get a better angle.

Soon, the "long crewcut" was done, at least on the back and sides. Chrissie looked in the mirror as Laurie swung her back around. Even at its rough stage, her haircut gave her a decidedly boyish look, cropped … her brother, before Terri informed him he wasn't allow to cut his hair anymore.

"Getting there, Chris," Laurie said as she tousled Chrissie's hair (what was left on top).

Chrissie watched her pick up what she thought was a large pick from the counter and wondered why.

"Flat Top comb," Laurie said, briefly. "This will make sure it's table-top level for a perfect cut."

With these words she slid the large pick-comb into what remained of Chrissie's hair on top ½" from her scalp and began buzzing the locks sticking through even with the comb. Chrissie watched in the mirror as the last vestige of her girlishness was clippered away, leaving behind a decidedly masculine buzzcut.

The haircut quickly took on its final form.

"Perfect," Laurie almost purred, running her hand over the top. "Here, Chris, feel," she said, sliding her hand under the cape again and pulling Chrissie's hand up. Chrissie looked at the boy staring back at her in the mirror as she felt the bristles rub against her palm.

"Oh god," she thought. "What has she done! I'm my brother. A little pretty, but a boy."

During Chrissie's reverie, Laurie had snapped a different guide onto the clippers.

"Two more things, Chris then you'll be done." Laurie's enthusiasm for the work seemed to grow with each step.

Using the adjusted clippers, Laurie took the "long crewcut" of the back and sides down to no more than one quarter of an inch, rubbing and stroking her hands along Chrissie head "checking the evenness" she claimed.

Chrissie continue to stare at the stranger in the mirror as the boy's image solidified, leaving her wondering if she would ever see Chrissie again.

Laurie next set down the clippers and pumped a large mound of white foam into her hand from a dispenser.

"I told you you were getting the full barber treatment," she told Chrissie as she began gently smearing the shaving cream up the back of Chrissie's neck and around her ears, finishing by dabbing some just in front of her ears.

"Wait…" Chrissie couldn't help the exclamation when she saw Laurie pick up the straight razor.

Laurie paused, saying, "Is something wrong, Chris? I'm just going to shave around your hairline to clean it up."

Chrissie realized her mistake and, knowing that Terri waited on the sidelines monitoring everything that went on, said the first thing that came to mind to cover her outburst. "Um, I just want to make sure you square it off in the back, nice and crisp."

Laurie ran her hand over the top of Chrissie's new flattop. "Of course, silly. That's the only way to give it that perfect flattop look. I told you you were getting the works."

"I certainly am," Chrissie thought.

With that, Laurie began shaving Chrissie's neck. The teenager, in shock over the butchering of her hair and the defeminization she was enduring watched the attractive young stylist complete her transformation. Her shock was joined by confusion when she realized a small warm feeling was growing in her stomach as Laurie finished her neck, fingernails running across the smooth-shaven skin, created a perfectly sculpted roundness around her ears, then squared Chrissie's sideburns almost up to the tops of her ears.

"I'm not enjoying this," Chrissie told herself as Laurie's hand brushed her cheek and the warmth surged. "And I'm definitely not attracted to her." She saw herself blush in the mirror as Laurie set down the razor. The blush had not gone unnoticed by the stylist.

Let me get you cleaned off," she said brushing the clumps of hair from Chrissie's shoulders and lap onto the floor. "I'd ask you if you'd like a lock as a keepsake but that's something a girl would do. Garbage for it I guess. Sort of a shame."

Chrissie swallowed a lump and thought of the years of growth and care that now lay strewn on the floor, waiting to be swept away.

Laurie used a small whisk broom to clean off Chrissie's neck and around her ears and face.

"Whoops. Missed some."

She leaned over and, hand resting on Chrissie's shoulder, slowly breathed into the girl's ear, squeezing Chrissie as she did. The softness of Laurie's breath made Chrissie shiver.

"There. All done." She reached over for the hand mirror and stood behind Chrissie to show her the back.

"I blocked it off a bit higher than I normally would, Chris, since you wanted to make sure it was nice and clean cut. And see how its squared off going up toward the ears?" she asked holding up the hand mirror behind Chrissie.

"Yes…yes I do. Ah…thank you Laurie. It, um, looks great."

Laurie looked as if she had just been given a present and giggled.

"You're welcome, kind sir. Now, if you're going to keep it this short and in shape, you'll need a trim about every three weeks. I'd be happy to do it for you." Laurie's hand continued to stroke Chrissie's bristly head.

From her position on the other side of Chris's chair, Terri spoke up. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Laurie. If you're willing, you can be Chris's personal barber!"

"Absolutely," Laurie responded. "I'll take good care of him." Her hands had moved from Chrissie's hair to her neck and were gently kneading the tense teen's muscles.

"And," continued Terri, "Kim and I have been chatting. We're all going to go out to do some shopping this afternoon, then back to my house for a little makeover celebration. Would you care to join us?"

"Sounds like a lot of fun! I'd love to," replied Laurie. Chrissie, who was hearing about the shopping and "celebration" for the first time thought, "It's getting worse and worse".

"Besides," Laurie went on, "It will give me a chance to get to know Chris better." Her fingers slid up the back of Chrissie's head and gently stroked around her ears.

"You can start now, Laurie," Terri said. "Chrissie is going to be a bit longer so why don't you and Chris chat?"

"Great!" chirped the effervescent barber-stylist, continuing her ministrations on the clippered girl.

"Great," Chrissie dully echoed as Laurie began asking her about hobbies, sports, and school.

Terri was well pleased. She had watched the Chrissie's eyes as she was forced to ask Laurie to give her a flattop then as she was forced to cut her own long locks. She had almost laughed at Chrissie's expression as the obviously smitten girl barber began the almost total shaving of her stepdaughter's once wondrous mane into a haircut a Marine would be proud of. And now, as Laurie chattered along at the girl, Terri considered additional possibilities.

"They make a cute couple. I think Laurie would be perfect to introduce Chrissie to her new life."

Putting aside her additional plans for her shorn stepdaughter for the moment, she turned her attention back to Chris.

  

  

  

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