Author's Note: This is loosely based on a true story. I have taken my literary license to embellish some facts and add a bit of spice to the story. I have also changed the names of the folks involved.

 

When the Wife is Away, Hubby Will Play

By Marti B

 

It had been a long, long time! My wife, who doesn't approve of my dressing, started complaining about my hair being too feminine and made an appointment for me at her salon about six month ago. Debbie didn't take off too much on top but I lost most of the length on the sides and back. I didn't go back to Debbie after that. I always found a reason to cancel appointments and could never find an available time that fit my schedule. Over the last six months I've roamed from salon to salon trying to find a place where I could be comfortable and where there was a chance that we could have fun and experiment.

I love to be pampered at the salon. I normally keep my hair relatively long for a man; around chin length and combed back over the ears. Deep inside I often feel that I'm a girl trapped in a man's body. Unfortunately, this particular body cannot pass for anything but male. I've had hair, nails and make-up done before and it's always the same result. The process is fun but the finished product leaves me very disappointed.

I recently found a new salon that was located between home and work. I went in for a trim and enjoyed the experience. The salon wasn't very busy on my first visit and the girls, Kim, Alyssa and Stephanie and I talked about a number of topics. I didn't bring up the topic of feminine styles but did get my eyebrows waxed relatively thin and arched on my second visit. I got a manicure with clear polish on my third visit along with a touch up on the eyebrows. Alyssa, who normally cut my hair, commented about the length being longer than most guys and that we could really have fun if I was ever feeling adventurous. This simple comment indicated that I may have found the right salon and the start of a long term relationship.

About a week ago my wife said that she was going to take a week off to visit her sister and asked if I minded. I told her to go ahead but that work would keep me home. My mind started racing with the possibilities. A plan began to form.

I was going to play up one of my fantasies and be "forcibly feminized". My mind was working out the details as the days to my wife's departure counted down. She was leaving on Wednesday and my plan was to get a salon appointment for Thursday. Then I came up with a better plan. I'd walk in on Thursday morning so it would really look like an unplanned event.

Bright and early Wednesday morning I kissed Janice goodbye at the security checkpoint and then watched as her plane taxied out. I was on my way to work when the warning light on the dash told me to "Get Engine Serviced Soon". I made a detour to the garage and left my car in their capable hands. I took the shuttle home and then drove Janice's car to work. About ten the garage called to let me know my car was fixed. I arranged for the shuttle to pick me up at home in an hour and headed out. On the way home I began thinking about my plan. Why not move everything up, I thought.

I got home with about twenty minutes till pickup time. I went to our home office and grabbed the pad of memo paper labeled "From the Desk of Janice". I composed two notes in my best feminine script. I folded the notes and taped them shut just as the shuttle driver rang the doorbell.

All too soon I was in my car and headed for my first destination; Piercing Pagoda. Yes, I was going to get my ears pierced.

I found a parking spot near the closest mall entrance to the kiosk and wandered up and down past the kiosk pretending to window shop while scoping out the place. A mom, grandma, and two small daughters were browsing the accessories. I got a bottle of water from the snack bar in the food court and pretended to be waiting for someone. You know, looking at my watch, searching up and down the sidewalk, acting annoyed.

Finally, though it was only ten minutes later the customers left. I was really shaking as I stepped up to the kiosk. There were two women working, a lady in her thirties and another in her mid twenties. The younger girl, Chris, spotted me first and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Yeah, I need to get my ears pierced." I replied.

"Well, I think we can help you" Karen, the older lady responded, taking over.

"Come over here and pick out a pair of earrings."

"Well", I stammered because I was getting nervous, "I lost a bet and have to get my ears pierced. I have this note from my wife with instructions. She was pretty clear that I was to give you the note and then follow your instructions." I said pulling out the note marked ears from my pocket. Karen took the note, broke the tape and began reading.

"Hello,

My husband Marti lost a little wager. As a consequence, he is going to be my slave for the next seven days. I want him to really feel the part so I told him that he needs to get his ears pierced as a sign of his loyalty and servitude.

What he doesn't know is that I want you to give him more than one set of earrings. The number is up to you as is the selection of earrings. Please select the most feminine earrings for him. He doesn't know the contents of this note and he has no role in deciding the type or number of earrings he gets.

Please have fun with this task. He's a good sport and will go along with whatever you tell him. Those were my instructions this morning.

Thank you,

Janice"

Karen first smiled, then laughed as she read the note. She looked up at me saying "I don't think I can do this."

Karen went over to consult with Chris. Chris read the note and began to laugh. "This is too cool!" she said. "I know just what to do."

Karen and Chris came back to the piercing area and picked up the display with the possible earring selections. Chris pointed at three and said, "This, this and this and maybe this one up top."

"I can't do that." Karen replied. She turned to me saying, "Do you know what your wife wants?"

"No, but I agreed to go along with anything she wanted as part of the bet." I responded.

"Chris wants to be mean with this but I think we need to be a bit conservative. Which do you want?"

I replied that I didn't want to get involved because I had promised not to influence the outcome. The whole time I was hoping that Chris would take charge.

Karen and Chris went off to the other side of the kiosk. There was a brief argument before they came to an agreement. Karen came back.

"You're lucky that I won." She said. She opened the drawers in the cabinet next to my chair and started pulling boxes out. "Chris wanted to give you flowers but I think those are too girly. I think Janice will approve of these."

She handed me a clipboard and told me to initial about ten boxes and sign in three places. One of the boxes to be initialed discussed cartilage piercing. I asked if I was to initial that and was told "Oh yeah!"

I handed the signed documents back to Karen and she studied my face. She used a pen to dot my ears in three places, two on the lobe and one about halfway up the back. She hid the earrings as she loaded the gun. It really wasn't too bad as the first set went in. She reloaded and I quickly had a second set in my ear lobes. She loaded the guns a third time and this time I felt it as I had two more earrings inserted into the mid point of the back of my ears. She loaded a single gun one more time and I got a fourth ring at the top of my left ear.

Karen handed me a hand mirror so I could see the results. I had two large cubic zirconium earrings in the lobe. There were two hoops behind those. I had two smaller amber stones at the mid point and a third cubic at the top of my ear. It was great as far as I was concerned. As I paid the bill I wondered what Chris would have done differently. Oh well, more fuel for the imagination. I headed off to my next destination, the salon.

I arrived at the salon shortly after one in the afternoon. I went in and was greeted by Kim, Alyssa, and Stephanie. There was no one else in the salon.

"Hi Marti, what do you need today?" Kim asked. "Hair and nails?"

"Everything." I replied. I explained about losing the bet and my fate for the next week. I ended by telling Kim about the note and how I didn't know what it said. I pulled the note out of my pocket and handed it to Kim.

The three girls grouped together to read the note. They smiled immediately and couple of times they whispered among themselves. The note read:

"Hello.

Marti lost a small wager and has to be my slave for a week. As you can see I've already had his ears pierced as a sign of servitude and now I need your help. Marti's team played like a bunch of girls and was humiliated last week. In honor of his team's performance I want Marti to be transformed into a real sissy boy.

You are free to do anything you want to him. I would like his eye brows waxed extra thin and arched extra high. As far as his hair goes, it's really too short for anything dramatic. Perhaps a perm or a nice girly color would help my little sissy stand out in a crowd. I do want him to have the most feminine sissy cut and style possible when he leaves today.

Use your imagination and give him the works. Just be sure that the person who leaves unmistakably looks like a sissy boy!

Thank you,

Janice"

 

Alyssa laughed and whispered to the others who immediately joined her in laughing.

"Are you sure you haven't seen this?" Kim asked as she placed the letter on the counter.

"No, but I can imagine." I replied touching my left ear.

"I really doubt you can imagine all the possibilities." Stephanie said. "We've been dead all day but now you've given us the chance for a little fun! Go back to the second room and strip to your underpants. Get up on the table and pull the towel across your middle. We'll be right with you."

I started to protest but one look at Stephanie took all the bluster out of me. She held the note and the phone with the unmistakable threat that she would call Janice. I slumped toward the facial/waxing room to follow instructions. The girls ignored me as I passed. They were engaged in a serious discussion concerning my fate.

I closed the door behind me and started to strip. Shit! As soon as my trousers dropped I realized that I had work a pair of flowered panties today. Did I dare let the girls see me this way? I started to pull my pants back up but realized that any refusal on my part could cause problems. Maybe they would think it was part of the bet. I stacked m clothes on the chair in the corner and pulled the towel across my waist as Kim entered.

"Ok. I believe we have a plan. For the next five hours you can just relax and leave everything to us. I promise you won't recognize the sissy who leaves here tonight. Just as we thought, the hair on his legs and chest is just a little too long for waxing."

Alyssa and Stephanie entered with clippers. They plugged them in a set to work on my body. They worked the front first and told me to roll over. The towel slipped and the girls got a good look at my flowered panties.

"I told you so!" Stephanie shouted. "She gets a Brazilian!"

The girls finished clipping the hair on my back and the back of my legs.

"OK sweetie, off with the panties." Alyssa ordered in here sternest voice.

"No!"

Stripping down naked and getting a Brazilian Wax was more than I had bargained for. I'd never explain this when Janice got back home.

"What did you say? Are you refusing? Kim, get Janice on the phone will you? Tell her that her little sissy is misbehaving."

"Don't do that. Please?" I begged. "I'll do anything you want." I said pulling the panties down.

The girls went to work with the clippers on my crotch. As soon as the brrr from the clippers stopped I felt the warm wax being applied to the underside of my scrotum. While they worked Kim explained that she was the only one with experience giving guys Brazilians. They had recently had a couple of inquiries and this would give Stephanie the opportunity to practice and learn.

"See Steph, the secret with guys is to keep everything tight." Kim instructed as she wrapped her fingers around my sack and shaft pulling the sack tight. I felt the cloth being pressed, a little too firmly to my thinking, and tried to brace myself for the rip. To say I was unsuccessful would be an understatement. A scream came out along with my pubic hair. As soon as the first section was clear the wax was applied to the next area and the process was repeated. I only screamed once more. After that the tears were flowing freely as the girls methodically removed my pubic hair.

I felt the wax being applied to my toes signaling that the girls had finished my Brazilian. As Steph and Alyssa worked up my legs Kim returned and brushed a cold paste in the area just above my penis. The girls moved up and past my crotch. They removed the hair on my chest and started on my arms.

The process seemed to take forever. The girls finished my hands and then waxed my sideburns off. Finally, the reached my eyebrows. Stephanie took charge. She seemed to apply a lot of wax to the underside on my brown. She rubbed the cloth and ripped away. I caught a fleeting glimpse of a lot of hair on the cloth. I was sure that I had no brows left. She repeated the process on the left side and then went to work with the tweezers to finish cleaning up. She plucked individual hairs for what seemed an eternity. Every so often she would pause and survey her work and then start on the opposite brow. After the waxing I couldn't believe that I had that much hair left.

"OK, time to roll over for the back." Alyssa said. I started to twist when Alyssa said. "No. Not like that. We need to get you cleaned up first or you'll have dye all over our table. You need to slide foot the table and stands in that basin while we rinse you off."

I did as told. As I stepped into the basin, Stephanie poured a container of warm water over my crotch. She applied some shampoo and rubbed the area directly above my penis. More water and more rubbing followed. I looked down and the water collecting in the basin was a pale red. Kim returned just as the girls were finished drying me.

"Wow! It looks awesome! Even better that we thought." She said.

I looked down. I had a strip of short, bright red hair that was about an inch wide and two inches long centered above my penis.

"It's called a landing strip." Kim laughed. "I thought it would really set off the little package under it sort of like a beacon."

"We're going to do the hair on your head to match." Stephanie added. "Now, back on the table and we'll finish waxing.

It took the three of them about twenty minutes to complete remove all the remaining body hair. Kim handed me my panties. I put them on and started to reach for my other clothes.

"Not so fast kitten. These are all you'll need till we're done with you."

Alyssa wrapped a pink cape around me. It barely covered my butt as we returned to the main salon. I was guided to the nail station and Stephanie took control. She cleaned my nails and trimmed the cuticles. Next she clipped the nails. I was not disappointed when she reached for the box of tips. I figured this was coming. She used the power file to buff the surface of my nails and then glued the tips on each finger. As Stephanie started to mix the acrylic powder Kim moved in and twisted my chair to start my pedicure.

I focused on Stephanie as I realized she was using pink powder for the nail beds. Yes, I was getting a French manicure with pink and white powder. I sat in silence as my new nails took shape. Thankfully, Steph did not leave then too long. They were definitely feminine! It was then that I realized that Kim had glued tips on my toes and was repeating the pink and white process there. As she filed my toe nails into a squared off shape I wondered how I'd ever get my shoes back on.

I hobbled from the manicure station to the stylist area where Alyssa took over. There was no doubt in my mind about what was about to unfold since she had pre-positioned the cart with the perm rods. I sat in the chair and Alyssa checked my hair for several minutes before guiding me to the shampoo area.

With a towel wrapped around my head I returned to the stylist chair where Alyssa went to work. As she wrapped my hair around the rods she explained that she was giving me a directional perm that would work well with my new asymmetric cut. She explained how I was getting a piggy back wrap because she hadn't been able to give one since the class she took last fall. I watched as she wound my hair around a medium size rod. She left a section of hair sticking out above each rod. As she finished a section she would go back and wrap these leftovers on small rods that stacked up on top of the original rods. Alyssa told me that this particular wrap would give me exceptional texture and a truly unique and long lasting curl pattern.

I think it was then that it finally sunk in. There was no way I'd be able to undo all this before Janice returned home. Panic seized me and I began to shake. The girls only laughed and told me to be a good sissy. What had I gotten myself into? How did my plan go so wrong?

I was given a copy of Elle to look at while I processed. Stephanie and Alyssa checked on me from time to time but Kim disappeared. One lady came into the salon for a trim while I processed. Stephanie cut her hair and I was sure the lady was told about me because I could see her study me in the mirror before giggling.

The simple ding of the timer signaled that I was finished processing. Alyssa checked a couple of curls and declared that I was done. We returned to the sink and the perm solution was washed out. Alyssa gently pressed a towel to blot the excess water from the rods before applying the neutralizer. I sat for another ten minutes.

Stephanie finished the lady who paid and sat down in the waiting area. Was she waiting for me? That question was answered as Alyssa removed the perm rods and rinsed my hair. She conditioned it and then rinsed again before leading me back to her stylist chair. The lady came over and gently touched the curls piled high on my head.

"Stephanie told me what they had planned so I decided to see the finished result." She said as she took the adjacent chair to watch.

This was going too far! I wanted to cry out and put an end to all of this. Could I really convince everyone that I was the author of the note? Would they call Janice? I checked my watch. Here plan had been on the ground for thirty minutes; more than enough time to turn her cell back on.

I tried to imagine Janice's reaction. Would she brand me as a disgusting pervert and walk out on our marriage? Worse, would she tell the girls to go even further with my transformation and then keep me this way? That didn't seem probable but I knew that there'd be hell to pay if Janice got involved. Indecision led to delay which eventually led to inaction.

Alyssa went to work creating the desired style without any protest from me. When I entered the salon my brown hair was almost chin length. I usually tucked it behind my ears and kept it close to my head with gel. Alyssa was about to change all that. First Alyssa used long clips to move the bulk of my hair out of the way and pile it on top of my head. Then she used clippers on the left side of my head cutting an arc that went from the front of my ear and gradually widened as it reached the highest point above my ear. From the apex of this arc, she traced a diagonal path to the middle of my neck. Every hair below this line was clipped to about three eighths of an inch.

Next she parted my remaining hair about an inch and a half above the shaved area. The directional perm wrap had defined this part. It wasn't my normal side, but nothing about this day was normal. She clipped the top hair in place and went to work trimming the curly hair into a tapered layer that hung below to my ear. In the mirror it looked like she was gradually tapering the hair above the clippered arc while leaving a curly layer that extended over this short hair. I could feel the layer of curls sway as I moved my head. Alyssa then moved to the right side. It was obvious that this side was going to considerable longer than the left. She seemed to trim very little. I could feel the curls extend all the way down past my ear. She would trim a little then use her fingers to fluff my curls. The result was an overly dramatic asymmetrical style that was close cropped on the left and full and fluffy on the right.

After trimming and fluffing for about ten minutes Alyssa called to Steph telling her that she was ready. Alyssa continued to work but it was apparent that she was just tweaking her creation while we waited for whatever was next.

The lady sitting in the next chair watched fascinated as the style took shape. A couple of times she smiled and once she laughed as Alyssa pulled the hair on the right up and described the bow that would look too cute right there!

Stephanie came out of the back room with the expected bowl containing hair color mix. My heart raced when I saw the red color of the paste that was going onto my head. I started to cry out once again but my fear of the consequences if my ruse was discovered was greater than my fear of being looked at as a whimp.

Alyssa started on the left side where the bulk of the hair was. She used a rattail comb to part my hair and clipped the curls up. She brushed the color on both sides of the layer of hair then used to comb to create another half inch section just a little higher up. She brushed the red paste into my hair and repeated the process gradually moving across the front and then around the back till she reached the short layer on the right. Here she simply brushed the red paste over the stubble.

She finished the basic color then circled me dabbing an additional dose here and there to correct some virtually invisible flaw in the color. At the very end, she dabbed a bit of color on my eyebrows. Finally she put the bowl and brush down and set a timer.

"Thirty minutes for processing." She said. "I want the red to get really vibrant."

I sat with tears in my eyes. A solitary tear escaped and ran a zigzag path down my cheek.

"Why?"

It was about all I could manage to say at this point.

"Why what? Oh you mean why the over the top style and color?" Kim replied from the front of the salon as she returned with a bag from the discount store across the street.

"We just trying to do what your wife wanted." She continued. "When I read the note my first impulse was to simply give you a feminine style, maybe a little color, and send you home. Stephanie is the one who pointed out that your wife didn't want that. There were several references to sissy and sissy boy. The point was driven home by the last sentence that told us to make sure that you looked like a real sissy boy when you left here."

Stephanie continued.

"There's a big difference between a girly look and a sissy look. Don't you agree?"

She didn't wait for an answer before continuing. A sissy look is more dramatic. You know, something that cries out "Look at me!" We talked it over and decided that you needed that over the top look that just screamed to be noticed. I think we're almost there. Once we finish your hair and do your makeup you'll be perfect in your new outfit"

Kim lifted the bag indicating that the contents were for me.

I slumped in the chair. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

"I didn't want this." I said quietly.

"Look Marti. We understand that this isn't your decision but the note said that you would go along with anything we decided. You have to agree, you will look like a sissy by the time you leave."

Just then the timer dinged.

Alyssa came over with a towel and rubbed a small section of hair near the crown.

"Just a couple of minutes more and we'll rinse. Steph, you might as well get ready to do her makeup."

I saw dejectedly for a couple of minutes. The lady next to me seemed sympathetic. She told me that it would all be worth it in the end.

"Ok lets go back to the sink." Alyssa said.

The water was a bit cold at first. I must have flinched.

"Sorry! Here, is this better?"

My hair was rinsed and Alyssa blotted it dry. We returned to the her chair and she used a diffuser to dry my hair shaping it with her fingers.

"The color is a bit bright but I actually do like the style." The lady next to me said. She handed me a small piece of paper and left.

I opened the note. It read, "If you need a shoulder to cry on I'm available. Liz" Her phone number was written neatly at the bottom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. You know, the style really wasn't that bad. It was dramatic with the closeness on the left and the billowing curls on the right. My eyebrows were incredibly thin arching high over the center of my eyes. Their bright red color emphasized the chiseled look.

"OK Marti, almost done! Lets go let Steph do her magic and we'll have you on your way to your first day of servitude. Oh, we better get your new outfit on. Here, your clothes are in here."

I went into the waxing room where all of this started. My pants and shirt were gone. On the table were a pair of Capri pants and a tee shirt. The capris were white with large bold red flowers. I removed my cape and pulled the pants up over my panties. I took the shirt. It was white with satin trim on the v collar and sleeves. The shirt had red sequins across the front that presented a simple message; "BOY TOY"!

I pulled the shirt over my head. That's when I noticed the shoes. Kim had gotten a pair of bright red sandals with three inch heels. There was also a red purse. I slipped my feet into the shoes, grabbed my purse and went to get my make-up.

I sat in a comfortable chair, my face illuminated with three bright lights. Stephanie started with a foundation. She explained that the foundation would hide my beard throughout the day. On top of the foundation she brushed on a powder. I had my eyes closed throughout this process but I could feel the progress of the brush across my face. Next came the blush. It was a rosy red. Stephanie used a smaller brush working the blush up along my cheekbone.

With my basic face set, Stephanie turned her attention to my eyes. She applied mascara with a series of light flicks of the wand. She did my right eye, my left eye, back to my right eye and then finished up on the left.

The toughest part was the eyeliner. I just couldn't keep my eye still while she worked on the lid. After two flinches Stephanie gave up on the thin line and gave me a bold line that encircled the outer halves of my eyes. The eye shadow was dark grey with a touch of silver just below my brow and across the eyelids.

Finally, Stephanie began applying color to my lips. She used a tube with a sponge wand. She put two coats of bright red color on my lips.

As Stephanie stepped back the other two girls came to assess the result.

"Wow!" Was all Kim could manage. Her smile told me that she believed they had succeeded in transforming me into the ultimate sissy.

"Oh my God!" Alyssa exclaimed. "This is incredible! Did you use the long lasting stuff?"

"You bet!" Stephanie replied. Turning toward me she continued. "Most of this will wash off with soap and water. I used our special lip color and mascara on you so that you won't have to work so hare to keep your sissy looks up. The color should last almost through the week."

They spun the chair around. I got my first look at the finished product. I was ready for the worst but was pleasantly surprised. Oh, I did look like a sissy; at least my mental image of a sissy. The hair, makeup, nails and outfit just screamed sissy. But, you know, it wasn't all that bad.

My hair was a mass of bright red curls that seemed to start above my ear on the right side and billowed up and over the top to this incredible mass of curls that extended to my neck. I looked down at my nails. The French nails on both my fingers and toes looked great. My feet fit perfectly in the sandals and my toes stood out in sharp contrast to the bright red strap that framed them.

What's more, I had experienced a whole afternoon of pampering by three incredibly talented and attractive girls. I had been at their mercy and they did feminize me. It was, after all, my fantasy.

"Thank you all!" I said with genuine enthusiasm. "This is incredible! I don't think Janice could have imagined what you would do. I know she won't be disappointed."

I stood and grabbed my purse. I made a wobbly trip to the cash register and settled my bill. The girls gave me discounts on everything and the Brazilian was free since Stephanie was getting training. I generously tipped them all and made my way toward my car for the ride home. My hips swayed in an exaggerated feminine motion as I crossed the street. I'm sure people looked but, I didn't care. I was going to enjoy my fantasy week and worry about a return to normal when I had to.

I smiled all the way home. This was going to be a great week! It was after dark as I turned into my driveway. I drove straight into the garage and closed the door behind me before getting out of the car.

As I entered the kitchen I heard knocking on the front door. I didn't move a muscle. I stood perfectly still for the next ten minutes while the knocking persisted. Finally it stopped. I remained in place for another couple of minutes before going upstairs in the dark. I was about halfway up the stairs when the phone started ringing. I let it ring thinking that if it was Janice, I'd call her back.

I heard the metallic voice of the answering machine. When the greeting stopped there was silence for a second before I heard my name.

"Marti, are you there? Marti, pick up, its Pat. I saw you drive in so I know you're home. Look, I thought we'd have dinner together so we wouldn't have to be alone. Marti, please pick up."

Pat lived two doors down on the opposite side of the street. She had been divorced for about a year and often came by to see if I could help her with a variety of "man chores". Janice and Pat were friends but Janice constantly warned me to be careful around Pat.

"She's lonely and is looking for comfort. Don't pretend that you don't realize that she's coming on to you. Don't do anything silly!" Those were Janice's last words as we prepared to drive to the airport. I intended to follow her advice to the letter.

I reached my bedroom but didn't dare turn on a light in case Pat was watching. Suddenly, I was a prisoner in my own house. This was going to be one hell of a weekend.

I retraced my path down the darkened stairs and back to the kitchen where the night light provided some comfort. I pulled the receipts from the afternoon's adventures out of my purse and wadded the papers up. As I threw the potentially incriminating evidence away I noticed that the trash was full. I grabbed the bag out of the can and headed out the back door to throw it away.

I opened the door and came face to face with …Pat.

"Marti. Why didn't you answer … Oh MY God!!! What happened to you? My God, you look like a damned sissy. Does Janice know? I'll bet she'd love to hear about this. Tell me sissy, what will you to do to keep this a secret. I think this is going to be an incredible week for me, don't you?"

 

To be Continued?

  

  

  

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