Joanne; Fresh Start As A Female

It was not the best solution; I am not sure there is one to this situation. My parents both sentenced to prison for dealing drugs, Mom got five years, dad got twenty with no parole possible. Parole was not possible because a young woman died from using the drugs that had contaminants in it. I knew of their drug dealing but kept myself away from all of it. In fact, a couple of times I stayed locked in the garage so I wouldn’t have to see what was going on. Since I just turned eighteen, the court wanted me to stay with a sister of my Moms, till I could find a job or something to support myself.

My aunt was glad to have me come live with her, always despising my Mom for what she did and how I was treated. In fact, it seemed both of my parent’s families knew what was going on with my parents; I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if a family member was the ones to turn them in. There were numerous suits about the drugs they sold, so all of those had to be settled too. The house was sold off to pay some of the personal suits with the remainder to go to my aunt for helping support me. The drugs they sold often contaminated, the one woman dying only one of the many people affected by the bad drugs.

I had my few clothes, an old worn out computer and a few pictures of my time in high school. Not much for eighteen years of life. I never allowed myself to get friendly with anyone from school, afraid they were buying drugs from my parents. Sadly there were too many of my former classmates that used drugs from time to time and probably, at least, a few ended up obtaining them from my parents.

The relationship between my parents and me was never good; their drug usage never allowed them to be normal parents or anything resembling one. I went to school, did my homework, and kept to myself mainly exploring the internet looking for a way out of this hell I found myself in. Luckily, I never got beat, they were too stoned to find me and too out of it to inflict any damage if they did find me. I know from the marks on my Mom’s body she did not fare as well. A bad situation all around for all involved. I guess I really didn’t hate them, but there was no love between us at any time of my life.

I had stayed in the house until it was sold, my Aunt picking me up the next morning after the sale was made final. In most states, there should have been social services involved, but I guess the paperwork never made it to someone’s desk. In fact, in turned out that my Aunt never did receive a call from them, I guess I was not important enough or young enough to be cared for. I harbored more ill feelings about that then the fact my parents never cared about me or loved me. It was just a fouled up mess that I was at the center of.

My aunt lived about three hours away in a small town, on the edge of a metropolitan area. Far enough away from the town to miss the smog and traffic, but close enough to be able to take advantage of all the shopping available. She worked in a salon as a stylist, making a quite comfortable living at what she does. She has worked there for six years, through several owners, the last one the best of the group. She now loved her job, anxious to go in every day to take on the challenges that each day might present.

Since I graduated high school early, by taking a test to see if I qualified, I didn’t have to finish the last semester. I liked school, made good grades, but was not sure I wanted to go any further with my education. With my parents, I knew they would not spend the money for me to get any kind of degree even an AA degree. Aunt Beth told me she would be glad to help with any college expenses, but that I would have to work some to help out. I told her how I felt and we decided to postpone any decision about more schooling until I could decide what I wanted from life.

For the first couple of weeks I hung around her house, she had a very fast internet, so I was able to surf to my heart’s content. I tried to help out, cleaning some and starting dinner for her. I even learned how to do laundry, while not hard, it was still challenging, since I had never done anything like that in the past. With my parents a neighbor lady did all of the family’s clothes washing, that is when she managed to get paid by my parents. Lots to remember to do it myself, but within a couple of weeks, I was handling the task with ease. I was getting tired of surfing the internet, the afternoons quite boring for me.

Beth suggested that I come in with her to work one day, she would style my hair, I could watch the goings on, and if still bored there is some close shopping nearby, and I could browse the stores for a while. After another boring week, I decided to do that, asking her if I could come in with her tomorrow. She was thrilled, the owner of the salon had asked about me, and she would like me to meet her.

Beth left about seven-thirty every morning, so I got up early and made sure I was dressed nicely and ready to go before she came into the kitchen. They were the best of my worn out clothes, unless a gift from a relative I hardly ever got any new clothes. My parents solution for clothing for me was to give me some money and send me to the thrift store. The money was never much maybe twenty dollars if I was lucky.

She approved of my looks, and we made the twenty-minute drive to the salon. I was surprised at the size of the place; I had wrongly assumed that Aunt Beth just worked in a small one or two person beauty salon. This salon is gorgeous, pink and chrome visible from wherever you stood. I counted at least fifteen stylists besides Beth, most of them already working on customers this early in the morning. I looked at the pictures of females with different haircuts scattered around the walls; it is quite impressive. Each picture was at least four-foot square, in full color with the detail on the photos really amazing. Beth showed me to an office at the back of the salon and told me I could make myself comfortable; she had several appointments this morning before she had an open spot where she would cut and style my hair.

I made myself comfortable and watched through the glass window the different things being done to the customers. Then something caught my eye, and I quickly glanced around at the rest of the customers that were having things done to them. I had presumed that all of the customers were female originally, their looks very feminine and pretty. The one that caught my eye was a person with a gorgeous hairstyle, wearing makeup, but with a flat chest and wearing some male jeans. The jeans were too big for the body, and I wondered if they would even stay up for much longer.

A tall statuesque female entered the office, walking up to me and introducing herself. Her name was Francine, and she owned the salons. You must be Jonathan, Beth’s nephew. I quickly got up from the chair apologizing for sitting in it. She just smiled telling me to stay put. She asked how I was, had I done any shopping this morning yet. I told her I was alright, actually bored, that is why I had come in with Beth. No shopping yet, just sitting and watching the people in the salon.

How about you tell me a little about yourself, what you like, what you want to do in life, and what you think of your life up to now? I tried to beg off; I am sure that she had other more important things to do besides talk to me. She stuck to her guns asking me the same thing again and then set down in front of the desk waiting for my response. I could tell she is used to getting her way, sitting calmly in front of me waiting for me to divulge all. I knew Beth had probably told her part of the story, but I started at the beginning and went from there. She listed intently, never made any remarks, but seemed really interested in what I had to say. We talked for over three hours; I should rephrase that I talked, and she listened for the entire time.

I finally wound down, in a way it helped to tell someone my story, I felt better having got some of the hate and fear out of my system. She suggested an early lunch, just her and me. I told her I had better wait for Beth, but she insisted that she didn’t bite, and Beth had two more appointments before she had a break. We walked out of the salon after telling Beth where we were going, and down a couple of blocks to a small café that specialized in soups and salads. She ordered for us, I made a face, thinking I would not like what she ordered. She smiled. “Wait until you try it before you condemn it.”

She was right, the first bite I tried to show my displeasure, but it tasted way too good. The smile that sneaked from under my nose made it obvious. We ate slowly; I am fascinated at being able to have a conversation with someone that cared about me and what I thought. We talked about a lot of things, but when it came down to the subjects discussed it mainly centered around me. She had a way that drew out a conversation even if you didn’t want to discuss it. Several times I had tried to change the subject, but in the end, I was talking about it willingly.

She paid the bill; I thanked her for the lunch and for taking the time to talk to me. I am sure she had more important things to do besides babysit me, but she disagreed. We walked back to the salon after she had picked several items to take back to the salon with her. It turned out that whoever went to the cafe would bring back food for some of the others. This time, it was for Beth and two of the other stylists. Beth was finishing with her customer, so we went back to her office. I sat out front of the desk, a more appropriate spot for a visitor to the salon.

Beth came back to the office, after checking out her customer and set down at a table along the wall to eat her lunch. Francine told her some of the things we talked about, then ten minutes later the other two stylists came to eat their lunch with Beth. In a way, I was amazed at the informal atmosphere, employees eating lunch in their boss’s office a not everyday occurrence elsewhere. Of course, I was introduced to everyone, and they asked what I had been doing since moving in with Beth. I answered their questions truthfully, and all seemed willing to help out if they could.

The receptionist came into the office and told Beth she had two emergency call-ins wanting a wet set if she could squeeze them in, Beth nodded approval, and the receptionist headed back to the phone to tell them her answer. The other two stylists had appointments, and they were soon back to work. One of Beth’s emergencies made it to the salon within minutes, a slightly masculine looking female with red hair. Francine watched me looking at what is going on, figuring that Beth never did tell me what the salon specialized in.

She started the conversation asking me what I thought about a male dressing and acting like a female. I started to say something then hesitated, could this have been what I saw earlier. Francine told me that most of the patrons of the salon that I am looking at now are male, their wish to look like a female the reason for the salon in the first place. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I kept looking at the people I could see from the window, and they were definitely not males. Some of them had very good sized breasts, their hair fantastic, and their makeup flawless. There is no way these females could have or are now males.

I kept looking at Francine; surely you are pulling my leg, this can’t be true. She picked up the phone and asked the receptionist to send Georgia back to her office. The receptionist conferred with the most beautiful female I had ever had the pleasure of seeing if only she was more of my age. Georgia looked back at the office and waved at me; that simple gesture sent me blushing and red faced as I lowered my gaze to the floor. I couldn’t look up for fear of getting more embarrassed. Georgia did come into the office and walked up to me and sat down on my lap. I probably would have fainted if my mind had not checked out of my brain earlier. I am sure I was deep red over my entire body; nothing could compare to what is happening to me.

Francine giggled and asked me if I didn’t have a question for Georgia. I stuttered, stammered finally the words squeaked from my mouth. I knew as they left my mouth they were silly, this gorgeous female could not be a male. But that is all my mind could put together. “Are you a male, surely you are not, forgive me for asking such a stupid question?”

Georgia looked into my eyes, seeming to look beyond the surface and deep into my brain. “Yes, I am a male who loves to dress as a female, why don’t you let me show you what I can do with that mop of yours. It might answer some questions that you are too afraid to ask. Nothing permanent just a little fun for the afternoon.” She got up from my lap and dragged me to her styling chair. I looked over at Beth, as she worked on her customer, but she just smiled and let me be led away. Actually it was more than a smile, a smirk even a few giggles escaped her mouth, although she was doing her best to control them. Looking back at the office the smile plastered on Francine’s face was huge.

Francine did follow along, then as Georgia was setting up she asked me not to make any snap decisions, just have a little fun this afternoon. “Try it, I think you will like it a lot, but to be sure you need to try it out first.” She returned to her office, leaving me in the hands of Georgia.

After Georgia had placed a cape around me, she explained what she is going to do. I going to wash and condition your hair. Then cut it into a feminine cut, but not something that you can’t make look masculine if you want to. Then some temporary highlights, ones that will wash out in a week or two. Then a wet set where I place curlers in you wet hair and dry it, so you have a curly feminine hair style. I will fluff it out and then set it with hairspray so it will keep its set for a day or two. Now do you trust me or do you want nothing to do with this? I swallowed hard, yes please make me pretty my reply. I sat there, where in the hell did that comment come from. I just asked her to make me look like a female and pretty. I guess the time has come, the stress too much, I am apparently going crazy as I sit there watching her work on my hair. Georgia did giggle at that remark, one pretty Joanne coming up.

I watched in the mirror as Georgia went through all the steps she told me was going to do, fascinated at what my hair looked like after each step. I would catch Georgia looking at my facial expression often, but she never said anything to me. After thirty minutes under the dryer, me glancing through a Glamour magazine, she finished up my hairstyle. There was no masculine me left, my appearance was now female, the curly style she gave me making my face look smaller and cuter.

I thanked her profusely, maybe a little too enthusiastically, I was a male and not supposed to like any of this. I made my way back to Francine’s office, Beth still working on customers. As I passed by her chair, she told me I looked quite stunning, a real attractive female. I floated the rest of the way to the office; I doubted my feet touched the ground once during the last fifty feet. The male Jonathan being excited about being an attractive female, there has to be something basically wrong about all of this.

There was a mirror on the wall just outside her office, and it drew me like a fly to honey. I looked at my image in the mirror, turned sideways a little to see the sides and back, then put my hand up to touch the curls. It felt so good, I couldn’t get over my image, a hairstyle changing how I thought of myself. Francine was standing in the doorway watching me ogling myself, giggling a little.

“I thought you might like this peek into yourself; maybe you should try some of the other things we offer.”

As my male self tried to assert himself some, no this is not right, besides I have no money to pay for any of this. Francine smiled. “Then come to work for us, temporarily until you see if this might be right for you. You will earn a little spending money, and all beauty services for employees are free. You have nothing to lose in the deal so how about you start working with us tomorrow.” I nodded my head and then she told me to go down the hall and through the last door on the right. Ask for Janice and she will get you fitted with some clothes. By the time you finish, Beth will be done with her appointments, and you two can go home.

“We start work at eight in the morning; I will get you signed up tomorrow morning when you come in.”

“Now give me a hug and get some decent clothes to wear.” I gave her a hug, the feeling that went through my body at that simple hug seemed to obliterate the hell I had suffered for the last eighteen years. I wandered down the hall, did I just do what I thought I did? Taking a job as a female, agreeing to dress as a female, I have got to be crazy as hell. I went through the door and stopped staring at the sight before me. Racks and racks of female clothes, waiting for someone to choose from them. Janice walked up to me, asking if I knew what I wanted. My brilliant reply is huh. She took my hand and led me to a dressing room off to the side of the store. She removed my shirt and jeans and measured me around the waist, the hips, and the chest. Then she told me to sit down, and she would bring some things for me to look at.

I should go running back to the salon, grab Beth and make a getaway, but my mind is already betraying me wondering if Janice is going to bring jeans or a dress. It was a dress, actually the uniform that all employees of the salon wore. She first handed me a pair of panties, and when I hesitated, she pulled my underwear down and off my legs. Have you ever tried to do something with you mind on something else while your body is doing an imitation of a fire engine? With her help I managed to get the panties on, then she handed me the matching bra.

I just looked at it, what on earth do I do with that? I knew women wore them, but I had never seen one put on. Janice giggled, but helped me slip my arms in the straps and then fastened the back for me. It was pleasantly tight, comforting in a way, but what am I doing wearing a bra? The bra did enhance my non-existent breast, now I had little mounds in the cups of the bra. Before I could do anything else, the dress was slipped over my head and situated on my body. She drew up the back zipper, an erotic feeling passing through me. I was trapped in the dress, a male that looks like a female in panties, bra, and a dress.

She checked how it fit, then went to get me some other clothes to wear when not in the salon. All of this sounding more than just a temporary thing, a trial to see if I liked it. When she returned the cute flowery sundress on her arm caught my eye, I hope I get to wear that, it is so pretty. Janice helped me to remove the uniform then helped me into the sundress. Instead of being upset at being dressed in the very feminine dress I started turning from side to side to see how I looked in the mirror. Janice giggled. “You are new at this aren’t you, I nodded my head. Don’t worry you are a natural; you will be dating boys in no time.”

Wow, is this where all of this is headed, dating boys? I really haven’t even dated any girls, and already guys are now appearing on my radar. Janice had a good eye for matching looks with clothes, she ended up picking seven outfits for me, one being the uniform that I would be wearing tomorrow. Several bras and a handful of panties were added to the bags I will be taking home tonight. When she finished, I took my bags and returned to Francine’s office. Beth is apparently done with her customers and waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me, gave me a big hug, and asked if I was ready to go. I thanked Francine profusely for her kindness, tearing up several times when I contemplated all of the things she had done for me today. I asked her how can I repay you for the clothes. Her two-word reply. Be happy.

I set my bags down and embraced her in a fierce hug, crying as she hugged me back. She joked with Beth, it is good we didn’t go with makeup today, we would have a giggling panda if we had. I calmed down some; she told me that she would see me in the morning, be prompt and pushed me out of the office. Beth and I plus my bags of clothes made our way to her car. The drive didn’t seem as long tonight; Beth did make one stop to get some carry out Chinese for tonight’s dinner. I actually went in to get the food, not realizing till I was inside how I was dressed. It turned out to be a non-event, I was referred to in the feminine gender, and they were very polite to me. Waiting for the food to be prepared I realized I was almost flat chested, just my little mounds in the bra. The dress was very feminine tight in the bodice and then flaring out to a full skirt. The small heels that Janice had found for me were easy to walk in, although not appropriate for such a fancy dress.

I paid for and brought out the food; my smile spread from ear to ear. Beth giggled as I got back into the car. “You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head, not sure what I would say if I could get any words out of my mouth. I was happy, all of the events today making all other things seem insignificant. The rest of the trip home is in silence, me looking out the window, but lost in my thoughts. I did show up at the salon this morning a male, although my hair was not exactly masculine. I know it was very unkempt to say the very least. Then Francine happened, Georgia sat on my lap and the rest of the day turned upside down. Now returning to Beth’s home I am completely dressed as a girl, happy to be so, and starting work tomorrow as such. Wow, what a day. A truly wonderful day.

I helped with the food, but my first priority is to get my new clothes to my room. Beth did notice, the fact that the clothes came first, then the food. I helped to set the table and made some iced tea. We chatted about the day as we nibbled on the food, very good by the way, one of the best Chinese meals I have had in a long time. I did ask her if any of this had been planned before I showed up.

“No, Francine is just this way, she gets to know you, then makes suggestions based on her appraisal of your needs and desires. Over the years, we have found out that she is seldom wrong, her instincts are very good. More than one person has benefited from her intervention. She is not pushy, but will pursue things if she feels they are right for you.” I asked her about the job offer; she told me to do as Francine said, try it if you like it no telling where it will lead to. We cleaned up, and she went with me to my bedroom to show me how to hang my clothes to keep them wrinkle free.

After we had finished I asked her about Georgia; she broke out laughing. “When I saw that Francine had called Georgia to do your hair, I knew you didn’t stand a chance. She undoubtedly is the most persuasive female there is, second only to Francine. She was just like you a year ago; now she is the epitome of femininity and one of the best stylists at the salon. When she sat in your lap, I knew I would soon have a niece, and may I say an obviously very pretty one.” Of course, the red color that follows me everywhere soon was in all its glory. Me being pretty, what a concept.

I noticed that Janice had included a nightie in the bags of lingerie, so I changed into that. Taking off the dress was hard, it felt so good I wanted to stay in it as long as possible. The nightie changed all of that. I wonder if I can wear the nightie to work. We headed back to the kitchen, Beth making us some tea, and she started teaching me some of the things that I needed to know for Joanne to be realistic. It was more than I realized, the actions, the movements so different than my male ones. According to Beth, I learned fast, she telling me just to take it slow tomorrow, watching the other stylists and customers and then adapting what they are doing to my own actions.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep, dreaming of dresses, makeup, and yes even boys. Morning came way too early, Beth getting me up before six AM. A bath in some wonderful smelling bath salts, with my hair in a net to keep it up and dry. Back in my bedroom, I dressed in the panties, a bra with slight padding and then the uniform for the salon. Beth helped me get my hair fixed right, then we grabbed some fruit and off to the salon. Francine wasn’t in yet, so Beth had me replenishing the supplies at each station. As the stylists came in I was thanked profusely, a boring necessary chore done for them. I enjoyed it, something to do, and the act of doing it made me feel like I had contributed somehow. Several of the stylists started their day around noon, working until the salon closed at midnight. When I had all the stations restocked I went to their supply cabinet and took everything out, cleaned the drawers and cabinets and replaced all the items. I was on the third one when Francine came in. She silently watched me doing the cleaning and restocking. When I had finished, she complimented me. “Doing something without being told to, you are definitely a keeper.”

I told her I was just bored around the house, something to do making time go faster was better and doing this is actually fun. She left me and headed to her office. I stood there just staring at her retreating figure. Was I to stop, follow her, or what? I resumed my cleaning only three more stations to clean and fix. An hour later I had those all completed, so I looked for something else to do. I had seen the stylists sweep up their cut hair after a haircut, so I found the broom and swept each station after they had finished with the customer. In between, I arranged the styling magazines, on the tables in between the dryers.

It wasn’t much longer when Georgia came in, she watched me sweeping up, and then started setting up for her first customer. When she opened her cabinet of supplies, she screeched, then asked the stylist next to her who cleaned it and organized it. The stylist pointed to me, Georgia ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug and a kiss on the lips. I was so shocked by that that I dropped my broom, causing giggling from all the customers and stylists. She dragged me back to her station, sat me in her chair and played with my hair, using some pins to put part of it on top of my head. When her customer came in, I moved out of the way, but she dragged me back to the shampoo stations with her. She showed me how to properly wash and condition the customer’s hair, then had me do it again. I was thrilled at the chance to do something for her. The customer complimented me, told me I did a good job. “I will ask for you next time I come in.”

One of the other stylists was trying to help two customers at once, one of them had come in late causing the stylist to have two customers at once. I asked her if I could shampoo the other lady while she set the other ladies hair. Another kiss and hug. I took the other customer’s hand and led them back to the shampoo area. I told her I was new, but I would try my best to do a good job with her hair. I did as Georgia had instructed, but because the hair felt greasy, I shampooed it twice. The lady was quiet during my ministrations, I thought I had not done as she expected, so I apologized. She got up from the shampoo basin and hugged me that was the best shampoo experience I have ever had. The other lady was finishing with her set so the stylist could get to this customer right away. When I turned around there stood Francine, smiling from ear to ear.

I thought I might have done something she didn’t want me doing so grabbed the broom and started sweeping again. I saw she went back to her office, but I could tell she was keeping an eye on me. When Georgia caught up, I was again led to her chair. She thanked me for all the help; the other stylist also thanked me for the help with her customer. Georgia was eyeing me up, especially my face. When she got out the tray of makeup, I presumed I would soon be wearing some. She explained what she was doing at every step, even having me make some of the applications. I noticed my face changed considerably, each new cosmetic removing some of the masculine looks. Her next customer came in, and they had a walk-in at the same time Georgia was the only one free, so she found out what the new customer wanted, while I was shampooing her regular customer. I received another compliment; apparently, I was taking extra time with them and my attempts at massaging their scalp were appreciated.

I finished with the shampoo on the first lady; Georgia took her back to her station, and I shampooed the walk-in customer. In turned out that lady wanted a rinse applied to highlight her hair for a party she was attending. Georgia showed me the bottle, and I applied it to the customer’s hair. When I finished, Georgia was still with the other lady so I moved this customer over to a sofa in the back of the salon after putting a towel over her hair to keep it from drying until Georgia could get to it. I got her some tea from the back and offered her a couple of magazines. She had read these so I asked her about the party she was going to. It seems it is a company party, one that she seldom gets to attend because she is usually out of town on assignments.

I kept her talking asking questions about this and that, telling her about Georgia’s skill, telling her that she had done my hairstyle yesterday. Georgia finally finished and came to get her customer. When she left, she was thrilled with her new look and tipped Georgia well. A short time later Georgia came over and handed me a ten dollar bill. I looked at her with puzzlement on my face. The lady left you a tip; she was thrilled at how you treated her and the fact that you took the time to keep her company while she waited. Francine was up front when she complimented you and wanted to see you in her office. I tried to give her the money back, figuring Georgia just gave me some of her tip that she had received, Georgia showed the twenty and ten she received and pushed me towards Francine’s office.

I did what most females do and placed the ten in my bra since my purse was in the back. I made it to her office and knocked on the open door. She invited me in and had me sit down. She told me she has been amazed all day at my actions and caring that I have shown in my first hours of employment. “I didn’t even have to tell you what to do, you just found things that needed to be done and did them. That happens so seldom today that you needed to be told.”

Now that changes our little deal; I have watched you all day, your female mannerisms and actions so natural. I will have to let you go from you current position; we can’t have natural looking females working here since we specialize in making males look their feminine best. When I inquired today of several customers that you helped they all thought you were female from birth. So I will have to let you go, my eyes dropped to the floor, and tears emerged from my eyes and within minutes I was sobbing. She came around to my side and hugged me, comforting me a little. Why had she let me get exposed to this side of me, then yank it away from me? Another stylist entered the office, introducing herself as Yvonne. She took my hand, telling Francine that she would have me fully trained in four weeks. I looked first at her, then at Francine, then at Georgia as she entered the office. Georgia told them to quit making me suffer that they were so mean to the new stylists. My head almost made a complete swivel as I tried to see the expression on everyone’s face and figure out what is going on.

Georgia took my face in between her hands telling me that Francine is firing you from your old job because you will need the time to learn to be a stylist. “Yvonne is our in-house instructor and will be teaching you to be a stylist. Four weeks with her then you will start on customers with some supervision. As soon as you are ready, you will get your license and will be a full-fledged stylist. Now you need to use the ladies room, wipe those tears off and start learning how to be a stylist.”

I got back at them when I launched myself at them hugging and kissing them all over any part I could reach. Finally, two of them dragged me to the restroom in self-preservation. I did get the damage repaired and handled the almost wet myself problem at the same time. Yvonne’s station was almost at the back of the salon, away somewhat from the busy salon. She made me wash and condition my own hair, then showed me many setting patterns for different hair styles. I was given a box of curlers, shown how to sterilize them and then had to mimic each pattern on my hair. After the curlers were in place. I had to set under the dryer until the hair was dry. She then showed me how to brush out the style on one side of my head; I had to do the other side and make the two halves look like the style.

We went through three different hairstyles that afternoon; then she had me set my hair in another pattern. She gave me a hair net to cover some of my curlers, telling me that I had to sleep in the curlers tonight, then when I came in the morning I had to brush out my style myself with no help. She also handed me some nail polish and told me I need to practice on my nails tonight leaving on the polish when I come to work tomorrow.

I literally was bouncing all over the place when we got home, I raced to my room to get changed out of the uniform, then headed downstairs to help Beth prepare something to eat. She had it under control; she told me to set the table then relax until dinner is ready. I was so hyped up I did the vacuuming after I had set the table. Beth came into the living room as I finished and felt my forehead. “Nope not running a fever, much be some other disease.” She giggled all the way back to the kitchen, then a few minutes later she called me to help put the food on the table. We ate the food, although I found I am so excited that my hunger is only half of what it normally is. I did the dishes for Beth, even drying them and putting them in the cabinets.

I retrieved my nail polish and practiced for several hours. I would put it on, then use the polish remover to get the old polish off, then reapply the polish. Beth gave me several hints, but she is pleased with my progress, the last time I applied the polish my nails looked fantastic. I kissed my Aunt goodnight and went to my room. I changed to a nightie, snuggled up in bed and dreamed of being a stylist the rest of the night.

When I awoke the next morning, I was slightly disorientated, but looking at my nails, I remembered what is going on, a big smile plastered on my face as I made my way to the bathroom. I did the basics, dressed in my uniform then applied a little makeup. With my hair still in curlers I grabbed my purse and we were off. Once at the salon, I put my purse up, went to the training room and removed my curlers. I was working on my hair as Yvonne came in. She stood in the doorway watching me. I hoped she would help me or at least advise me what to do, but she just watched making me work it out myself. It took me longer than when she did it, but I managed to get the style close to what it should have been. She made me do four other styles that day, all by myself. She would show me a picture of the style, the setting pattern and then I had to do the rest. Four separate times under the dryer, by the time the last style had dried, I had read all the magazines in the salon.

It was getting easier to set my hair in curlers, I guess practice does make perfect. Once after lunch, we had quite an influx of new customers, mostly walk-ins, so I was pressed into service washing and conditioning the new customers. This was while my hair was in curlers, not the most professional way to meet and wait on customers.

Several times while under the dryer I thought of the changes the last few days. From a do nothing young male to a wanna be hair stylist is quite a metamorphosis. Especially if that hair stylist is dressed as a female. It didn’t feel wrong, I knew it was not a normal thing to want or experience, but somehow it just felt comfortable. Like I should have been doing this all of my life. Considering my history it was quite a change, now a fresh start as a female.

Story Complete For Now

© 2016 thru 2020 Fran Cesca Walker

Joanne; Fresh Start As A Female

It was not the best solution; I am not sure there is one to this situation. My parents both sentenced to prison for dealing drugs, Mom got five years, dad got twenty with no parole possible. Parole was not possible because a young woman died from using the drugs that had contaminants in it. I knew of their drug dealing but kept myself away from all of it. In fact, a couple of times I stayed locked in the garage so I wouldn’t have to see what was going on. Since I just turned eighteen, the court wanted me to stay with a sister of my Moms, till I could find a job or something to support myself.

My aunt was glad to have me come live with her, always despising my Mom for what she did and how I was treated. In fact, it seemed both of my parent’s families knew what was going on with my parents; I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if a family member was the ones to turn them in. There were numerous suits about the drugs they sold, so all of those had to be settled too. The house was sold off to pay some of the personal suits with the remainder to go to my aunt for helping support me. The drugs they sold often contaminated, the one woman dying only one of the many people affected by the bad drugs.

I had my few clothes, an old worn out computer and a few pictures of my time in high school. Not much for eighteen years of life. I never allowed myself to get friendly with anyone from school, afraid they were buying drugs from my parents. Sadly there were too many of my former classmates that used drugs from time to time and probably, at least, a few ended up obtaining them from my parents.

The relationship between my parents and me was never good; their drug usage never allowed them to be normal parents or anything resembling one. I went to school, did my homework, and kept to myself mainly exploring the internet looking for a way out of this hell I found myself in. Luckily, I never got beat, they were too stoned to find me and too out of it to inflict any damage if they did find me. I know from the marks on my Mom’s body she did not fare as well. A bad situation all around for all involved. I guess I really didn’t hate them, but there was no love between us at any time of my life.

I had stayed in the house until it was sold, my Aunt picking me up the next morning after the sale was made final. In most states, there should have been social services involved, but I guess the paperwork never made it to someone’s desk. In fact, in turned out that my Aunt never did receive a call from them, I guess I was not important enough or young enough to be cared for. I harbored more ill feelings about that then the fact my parents never cared about me or loved me. It was just a fouled up mess that I was at the center of.

My aunt lived about three hours away in a small town, on the edge of a metropolitan area. Far enough away from the town to miss the smog and traffic, but close enough to be able to take advantage of all the shopping available. She worked in a salon as a stylist, making a quite comfortable living at what she does. She has worked there for six years, through several owners, the last one the best of the group. She now loved her job, anxious to go in every day to take on the challenges that each day might present.

Since I graduated high school early, by taking a test to see if I qualified, I didn’t have to finish the last semester. I liked school, made good grades, but was not sure I wanted to go any further with my education. With my parents, I knew they would not spend the money for me to get any kind of degree even an AA degree. Aunt Beth told me she would be glad to help with any college expenses, but that I would have to work some to help out. I told her how I felt and we decided to postpone any decision about more schooling until I could decide what I wanted from life.

For the first couple of weeks I hung around her house, she had a very fast internet, so I was able to surf to my heart’s content. I tried to help out, cleaning some and starting dinner for her. I even learned how to do laundry, while not hard, it was still challenging, since I had never done anything like that in the past. With my parents a neighbor lady did all of the family’s clothes washing, that is when she managed to get paid by my parents. Lots to remember to do it myself, but within a couple of weeks, I was handling the task with ease. I was getting tired of surfing the internet, the afternoons quite boring for me.

Beth suggested that I come in with her to work one day, she would style my hair, I could watch the goings on, and if still bored there is some close shopping nearby, and I could browse the stores for a while. After another boring week, I decided to do that, asking her if I could come in with her tomorrow. She was thrilled, the owner of the salon had asked about me, and she would like me to meet her.

Beth left about seven-thirty every morning, so I got up early and made sure I was dressed nicely and ready to go before she came into the kitchen. They were the best of my worn out clothes, unless a gift from a relative I hardly ever got any new clothes. My parents solution for clothing for me was to give me some money and send me to the thrift store. The money was never much maybe twenty dollars if I was lucky.

She approved of my looks, and we made the twenty-minute drive to the salon. I was surprised at the size of the place; I had wrongly assumed that Aunt Beth just worked in a small one or two person beauty salon. This salon is gorgeous, pink and chrome visible from wherever you stood. I counted at least fifteen stylists besides Beth, most of them already working on customers this early in the morning. I looked at the pictures of females with different haircuts scattered around the walls; it is quite impressive. Each picture was at least four-foot square, in full color with the detail on the photos really amazing. Beth showed me to an office at the back of the salon and told me I could make myself comfortable; she had several appointments this morning before she had an open spot where she would cut and style my hair.

I made myself comfortable and watched through the glass window the different things being done to the customers. Then something caught my eye, and I quickly glanced around at the rest of the customers that were having things done to them. I had presumed that all of the customers were female originally, their looks very feminine and pretty. The one that caught my eye was a person with a gorgeous hairstyle, wearing makeup, but with a flat chest and wearing some male jeans. The jeans were too big for the body, and I wondered if they would even stay up for much longer.

A tall statuesque female entered the office, walking up to me and introducing herself. Her name was Francine, and she owned the salons. You must be Jonathan, Beth’s nephew. I quickly got up from the chair apologizing for sitting in it. She just smiled telling me to stay put. She asked how I was, had I done any shopping this morning yet. I told her I was alright, actually bored, that is why I had come in with Beth. No shopping yet, just sitting and watching the people in the salon.

How about you tell me a little about yourself, what you like, what you want to do in life, and what you think of your life up to now? I tried to beg off; I am sure that she had other more important things to do besides talk to me. She stuck to her guns asking me the same thing again and then set down in front of the desk waiting for my response. I could tell she is used to getting her way, sitting calmly in front of me waiting for me to divulge all. I knew Beth had probably told her part of the story, but I started at the beginning and went from there. She listed intently, never made any remarks, but seemed really interested in what I had to say. We talked for over three hours; I should rephrase that I talked, and she listened for the entire time.

I finally wound down, in a way it helped to tell someone my story, I felt better having got some of the hate and fear out of my system. She suggested an early lunch, just her and me. I told her I had better wait for Beth, but she insisted that she didn’t bite, and Beth had two more appointments before she had a break. We walked out of the salon after telling Beth where we were going, and down a couple of blocks to a small café that specialized in soups and salads. She ordered for us, I made a face, thinking I would not like what she ordered. She smiled. “Wait until you try it before you condemn it.”

She was right, the first bite I tried to show my displeasure, but it tasted way too good. The smile that sneaked from under my nose made it obvious. We ate slowly; I am fascinated at being able to have a conversation with someone that cared about me and what I thought. We talked about a lot of things, but when it came down to the subjects discussed it mainly centered around me. She had a way that drew out a conversation even if you didn’t want to discuss it. Several times I had tried to change the subject, but in the end, I was talking about it willingly.

She paid the bill; I thanked her for the lunch and for taking the time to talk to me. I am sure she had more important things to do besides babysit me, but she disagreed. We walked back to the salon after she had picked several items to take back to the salon with her. It turned out that whoever went to the cafe would bring back food for some of the others. This time, it was for Beth and two of the other stylists. Beth was finishing with her customer, so we went back to her office. I sat out front of the desk, a more appropriate spot for a visitor to the salon.

Beth came back to the office, after checking out her customer and set down at a table along the wall to eat her lunch. Francine told her some of the things we talked about, then ten minutes later the other two stylists came to eat their lunch with Beth. In a way, I was amazed at the informal atmosphere, employees eating lunch in their boss’s office a not everyday occurrence elsewhere. Of course, I was introduced to everyone, and they asked what I had been doing since moving in with Beth. I answered their questions truthfully, and all seemed willing to help out if they could.

The receptionist came into the office and told Beth she had two emergency call-ins wanting a wet set if she could squeeze them in, Beth nodded approval, and the receptionist headed back to the phone to tell them her answer. The other two stylists had appointments, and they were soon back to work. One of Beth’s emergencies made it to the salon within minutes, a slightly masculine looking female with red hair. Francine watched me looking at what is going on, figuring that Beth never did tell me what the salon specialized in.

She started the conversation asking me what I thought about a male dressing and acting like a female. I started to say something then hesitated, could this have been what I saw earlier. Francine told me that most of the patrons of the salon that I am looking at now are male, their wish to look like a female the reason for the salon in the first place. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I kept looking at the people I could see from the window, and they were definitely not males. Some of them had very good sized breasts, their hair fantastic, and their makeup flawless. There is no way these females could have or are now males.

I kept looking at Francine; surely you are pulling my leg, this can’t be true. She picked up the phone and asked the receptionist to send Georgia back to her office. The receptionist conferred with the most beautiful female I had ever had the pleasure of seeing if only she was more of my age. Georgia looked back at the office and waved at me; that simple gesture sent me blushing and red faced as I lowered my gaze to the floor. I couldn’t look up for fear of getting more embarrassed. Georgia did come into the office and walked up to me and sat down on my lap. I probably would have fainted if my mind had not checked out of my brain earlier. I am sure I was deep red over my entire body; nothing could compare to what is happening to me.

Francine giggled and asked me if I didn’t have a question for Georgia. I stuttered, stammered finally the words squeaked from my mouth. I knew as they left my mouth they were silly, this gorgeous female could not be a male. But that is all my mind could put together. “Are you a male, surely you are not, forgive me for asking such a stupid question?”

Georgia looked into my eyes, seeming to look beyond the surface and deep into my brain. “Yes, I am a male who loves to dress as a female, why don’t you let me show you what I can do with that mop of yours. It might answer some questions that you are too afraid to ask. Nothing permanent just a little fun for the afternoon.” She got up from my lap and dragged me to her styling chair. I looked over at Beth, as she worked on her customer, but she just smiled and let me be led away. Actually it was more than a smile, a smirk even a few giggles escaped her mouth, although she was doing her best to control them. Looking back at the office the smile plastered on Francine’s face was huge.

Francine did follow along, then as Georgia was setting up she asked me not to make any snap decisions, just have a little fun this afternoon. “Try it, I think you will like it a lot, but to be sure you need to try it out first.” She returned to her office, leaving me in the hands of Georgia.

After Georgia had placed a cape around me, she explained what she is going to do. I going to wash and condition your hair. Then cut it into a feminine cut, but not something that you can’t make look masculine if you want to. Then some temporary highlights, ones that will wash out in a week or two. Then a wet set where I place curlers in you wet hair and dry it, so you have a curly feminine hair style. I will fluff it out and then set it with hairspray so it will keep its set for a day or two. Now do you trust me or do you want nothing to do with this? I swallowed hard, yes please make me pretty my reply. I sat there, where in the hell did that comment come from. I just asked her to make me look like a female and pretty. I guess the time has come, the stress too much, I am apparently going crazy as I sit there watching her work on my hair. Georgia did giggle at that remark, one pretty Joanne coming up.

I watched in the mirror as Georgia went through all the steps she told me was going to do, fascinated at what my hair looked like after each step. I would catch Georgia looking at my facial expression often, but she never said anything to me. After thirty minutes under the dryer, me glancing through a Glamour magazine, she finished up my hairstyle. There was no masculine me left, my appearance was now female, the curly style she gave me making my face look smaller and cuter.

I thanked her profusely, maybe a little too enthusiastically, I was a male and not supposed to like any of this. I made my way back to Francine’s office, Beth still working on customers. As I passed by her chair, she told me I looked quite stunning, a real attractive female. I floated the rest of the way to the office; I doubted my feet touched the ground once during the last fifty feet. The male Jonathan being excited about being an attractive female, there has to be something basically wrong about all of this.

There was a mirror on the wall just outside her office, and it drew me like a fly to honey. I looked at my image in the mirror, turned sideways a little to see the sides and back, then put my hand up to touch the curls. It felt so good, I couldn’t get over my image, a hairstyle changing how I thought of myself. Francine was standing in the doorway watching me ogling myself, giggling a little.

“I thought you might like this peek into yourself; maybe you should try some of the other things we offer.”

As my male self tried to assert himself some, no this is not right, besides I have no money to pay for any of this. Francine smiled. “Then come to work for us, temporarily until you see if this might be right for you. You will earn a little spending money, and all beauty services for employees are free. You have nothing to lose in the deal so how about you start working with us tomorrow.” I nodded my head and then she told me to go down the hall and through the last door on the right. Ask for Janice and she will get you fitted with some clothes. By the time you finish, Beth will be done with her appointments, and you two can go home.

“We start work at eight in the morning; I will get you signed up tomorrow morning when you come in.”

“Now give me a hug and get some decent clothes to wear.” I gave her a hug, the feeling that went through my body at that simple hug seemed to obliterate the hell I had suffered for the last eighteen years. I wandered down the hall, did I just do what I thought I did? Taking a job as a female, agreeing to dress as a female, I have got to be crazy as hell. I went through the door and stopped staring at the sight before me. Racks and racks of female clothes, waiting for someone to choose from them. Janice walked up to me, asking if I knew what I wanted. My brilliant reply is huh. She took my hand and led me to a dressing room off to the side of the store. She removed my shirt and jeans and measured me around the waist, the hips, and the chest. Then she told me to sit down, and she would bring some things for me to look at.

I should go running back to the salon, grab Beth and make a getaway, but my mind is already betraying me wondering if Janice is going to bring jeans or a dress. It was a dress, actually the uniform that all employees of the salon wore. She first handed me a pair of panties, and when I hesitated, she pulled my underwear down and off my legs. Have you ever tried to do something with you mind on something else while your body is doing an imitation of a fire engine? With her help I managed to get the panties on, then she handed me the matching bra.

I just looked at it, what on earth do I do with that? I knew women wore them, but I had never seen one put on. Janice giggled, but helped me slip my arms in the straps and then fastened the back for me. It was pleasantly tight, comforting in a way, but what am I doing wearing a bra? The bra did enhance my non-existent breast, now I had little mounds in the cups of the bra. Before I could do anything else, the dress was slipped over my head and situated on my body. She drew up the back zipper, an erotic feeling passing through me. I was trapped in the dress, a male that looks like a female in panties, bra, and a dress.

She checked how it fit, then went to get me some other clothes to wear when not in the salon. All of this sounding more than just a temporary thing, a trial to see if I liked it. When she returned the cute flowery sundress on her arm caught my eye, I hope I get to wear that, it is so pretty. Janice helped me to remove the uniform then helped me into the sundress. Instead of being upset at being dressed in the very feminine dress I started turning from side to side to see how I looked in the mirror. Janice giggled. “You are new at this aren’t you, I nodded my head. Don’t worry you are a natural; you will be dating boys in no time.”

Wow, is this where all of this is headed, dating boys? I really haven’t even dated any girls, and already guys are now appearing on my radar. Janice had a good eye for matching looks with clothes, she ended up picking seven outfits for me, one being the uniform that I would be wearing tomorrow. Several bras and a handful of panties were added to the bags I will be taking home tonight. When she finished, I took my bags and returned to Francine’s office. Beth is apparently done with her customers and waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me, gave me a big hug, and asked if I was ready to go. I thanked Francine profusely for her kindness, tearing up several times when I contemplated all of the things she had done for me today. I asked her how can I repay you for the clothes. Her two-word reply. Be happy.

I set my bags down and embraced her in a fierce hug, crying as she hugged me back. She joked with Beth, it is good we didn’t go with makeup today, we would have a giggling panda if we had. I calmed down some; she told me that she would see me in the morning, be prompt and pushed me out of the office. Beth and I plus my bags of clothes made our way to her car. The drive didn’t seem as long tonight; Beth did make one stop to get some carry out Chinese for tonight’s dinner. I actually went in to get the food, not realizing till I was inside how I was dressed. It turned out to be a non-event, I was referred to in the feminine gender, and they were very polite to me. Waiting for the food to be prepared I realized I was almost flat chested, just my little mounds in the bra. The dress was very feminine tight in the bodice and then flaring out to a full skirt. The small heels that Janice had found for me were easy to walk in, although not appropriate for such a fancy dress.

I paid for and brought out the food; my smile spread from ear to ear. Beth giggled as I got back into the car. “You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head, not sure what I would say if I could get any words out of my mouth. I was happy, all of the events today making all other things seem insignificant. The rest of the trip home is in silence, me looking out the window, but lost in my thoughts. I did show up at the salon this morning a male, although my hair was not exactly masculine. I know it was very unkempt to say the very least. Then Francine happened, Georgia sat on my lap and the rest of the day turned upside down. Now returning to Beth’s home I am completely dressed as a girl, happy to be so, and starting work tomorrow as such. Wow, what a day. A truly wonderful day.

I helped with the food, but my first priority is to get my new clothes to my room. Beth did notice, the fact that the clothes came first, then the food. I helped to set the table and made some iced tea. We chatted about the day as we nibbled on the food, very good by the way, one of the best Chinese meals I have had in a long time. I did ask her if any of this had been planned before I showed up.

“No, Francine is just this way, she gets to know you, then makes suggestions based on her appraisal of your needs and desires. Over the years, we have found out that she is seldom wrong, her instincts are very good. More than one person has benefited from her intervention. She is not pushy, but will pursue things if she feels they are right for you.” I asked her about the job offer; she told me to do as Francine said, try it if you like it no telling where it will lead to. We cleaned up, and she went with me to my bedroom to show me how to hang my clothes to keep them wrinkle free.

After we had finished I asked her about Georgia; she broke out laughing. “When I saw that Francine had called Georgia to do your hair, I knew you didn’t stand a chance. She undoubtedly is the most persuasive female there is, second only to Francine. She was just like you a year ago; now she is the epitome of femininity and one of the best stylists at the salon. When she sat in your lap, I knew I would soon have a niece, and may I say an obviously very pretty one.” Of course, the red color that follows me everywhere soon was in all its glory. Me being pretty, what a concept.

I noticed that Janice had included a nightie in the bags of lingerie, so I changed into that. Taking off the dress was hard, it felt so good I wanted to stay in it as long as possible. The nightie changed all of that. I wonder if I can wear the nightie to work. We headed back to the kitchen, Beth making us some tea, and she started teaching me some of the things that I needed to know for Joanne to be realistic. It was more than I realized, the actions, the movements so different than my male ones. According to Beth, I learned fast, she telling me just to take it slow tomorrow, watching the other stylists and customers and then adapting what they are doing to my own actions.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep, dreaming of dresses, makeup, and yes even boys. Morning came way too early, Beth getting me up before six AM. A bath in some wonderful smelling bath salts, with my hair in a net to keep it up and dry. Back in my bedroom, I dressed in the panties, a bra with slight padding and then the uniform for the salon. Beth helped me get my hair fixed right, then we grabbed some fruit and off to the salon. Francine wasn’t in yet, so Beth had me replenishing the supplies at each station. As the stylists came in I was thanked profusely, a boring necessary chore done for them. I enjoyed it, something to do, and the act of doing it made me feel like I had contributed somehow. Several of the stylists started their day around noon, working until the salon closed at midnight. When I had all the stations restocked I went to their supply cabinet and took everything out, cleaned the drawers and cabinets and replaced all the items. I was on the third one when Francine came in. She silently watched me doing the cleaning and restocking. When I had finished, she complimented me. “Doing something without being told to, you are definitely a keeper.”

I told her I was just bored around the house, something to do making time go faster was better and doing this is actually fun. She left me and headed to her office. I stood there just staring at her retreating figure. Was I to stop, follow her, or what? I resumed my cleaning only three more stations to clean and fix. An hour later I had those all completed, so I looked for something else to do. I had seen the stylists sweep up their cut hair after a haircut, so I found the broom and swept each station after they had finished with the customer. In between, I arranged the styling magazines, on the tables in between the dryers.

It wasn’t much longer when Georgia came in, she watched me sweeping up, and then started setting up for her first customer. When she opened her cabinet of supplies, she screeched, then asked the stylist next to her who cleaned it and organized it. The stylist pointed to me, Georgia ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug and a kiss on the lips. I was so shocked by that that I dropped my broom, causing giggling from all the customers and stylists. She dragged me back to her station, sat me in her chair and played with my hair, using some pins to put part of it on top of my head. When her customer came in, I moved out of the way, but she dragged me back to the shampoo stations with her. She showed me how to properly wash and condition the customer’s hair, then had me do it again. I was thrilled at the chance to do something for her. The customer complimented me, told me I did a good job. “I will ask for you next time I come in.”

One of the other stylists was trying to help two customers at once, one of them had come in late causing the stylist to have two customers at once. I asked her if I could shampoo the other lady while she set the other ladies hair. Another kiss and hug. I took the other customer’s hand and led them back to the shampoo area. I told her I was new, but I would try my best to do a good job with her hair. I did as Georgia had instructed, but because the hair felt greasy, I shampooed it twice. The lady was quiet during my ministrations, I thought I had not done as she expected, so I apologized. She got up from the shampoo basin and hugged me that was the best shampoo experience I have ever had. The other lady was finishing with her set so the stylist could get to this customer right away. When I turned around there stood Francine, smiling from ear to ear.

I thought I might have done something she didn’t want me doing so grabbed the broom and started sweeping again. I saw she went back to her office, but I could tell she was keeping an eye on me. When Georgia caught up, I was again led to her chair. She thanked me for all the help; the other stylist also thanked me for the help with her customer. Georgia was eyeing me up, especially my face. When she got out the tray of makeup, I presumed I would soon be wearing some. She explained what she was doing at every step, even having me make some of the applications. I noticed my face changed considerably, each new cosmetic removing some of the masculine looks. Her next customer came in, and they had a walk-in at the same time Georgia was the only one free, so she found out what the new customer wanted, while I was shampooing her regular customer. I received another compliment; apparently, I was taking extra time with them and my attempts at massaging their scalp were appreciated.

I finished with the shampoo on the first lady; Georgia took her back to her station, and I shampooed the walk-in customer. In turned out that lady wanted a rinse applied to highlight her hair for a party she was attending. Georgia showed me the bottle, and I applied it to the customer’s hair. When I finished, Georgia was still with the other lady so I moved this customer over to a sofa in the back of the salon after putting a towel over her hair to keep it from drying until Georgia could get to it. I got her some tea from the back and offered her a couple of magazines. She had read these so I asked her about the party she was going to. It seems it is a company party, one that she seldom gets to attend because she is usually out of town on assignments.

I kept her talking asking questions about this and that, telling her about Georgia’s skill, telling her that she had done my hairstyle yesterday. Georgia finally finished and came to get her customer. When she left, she was thrilled with her new look and tipped Georgia well. A short time later Georgia came over and handed me a ten dollar bill. I looked at her with puzzlement on my face. The lady left you a tip; she was thrilled at how you treated her and the fact that you took the time to keep her company while she waited. Francine was up front when she complimented you and wanted to see you in her office. I tried to give her the money back, figuring Georgia just gave me some of her tip that she had received, Georgia showed the twenty and ten she received and pushed me towards Francine’s office.

I did what most females do and placed the ten in my bra since my purse was in the back. I made it to her office and knocked on the open door. She invited me in and had me sit down. She told me she has been amazed all day at my actions and caring that I have shown in my first hours of employment. “I didn’t even have to tell you what to do, you just found things that needed to be done and did them. That happens so seldom today that you needed to be told.”

Now that changes our little deal; I have watched you all day, your female mannerisms and actions so natural. I will have to let you go from you current position; we can’t have natural looking females working here since we specialize in making males look their feminine best. When I inquired today of several customers that you helped they all thought you were female from birth. So I will have to let you go, my eyes dropped to the floor, and tears emerged from my eyes and within minutes I was sobbing. She came around to my side and hugged me, comforting me a little. Why had she let me get exposed to this side of me, then yank it away from me? Another stylist entered the office, introducing herself as Yvonne. She took my hand, telling Francine that she would have me fully trained in four weeks. I looked first at her, then at Francine, then at Georgia as she entered the office. Georgia told them to quit making me suffer that they were so mean to the new stylists. My head almost made a complete swivel as I tried to see the expression on everyone’s face and figure out what is going on.

Georgia took my face in between her hands telling me that Francine is firing you from your old job because you will need the time to learn to be a stylist. “Yvonne is our in-house instructor and will be teaching you to be a stylist. Four weeks with her then you will start on customers with some supervision. As soon as you are ready, you will get your license and will be a full-fledged stylist. Now you need to use the ladies room, wipe those tears off and start learning how to be a stylist.”

I got back at them when I launched myself at them hugging and kissing them all over any part I could reach. Finally, two of them dragged me to the restroom in self-preservation. I did get the damage repaired and handled the almost wet myself problem at the same time. Yvonne’s station was almost at the back of the salon, away somewhat from the busy salon. She made me wash and condition my own hair, then showed me many setting patterns for different hair styles. I was given a box of curlers, shown how to sterilize them and then had to mimic each pattern on my hair. After the curlers were in place. I had to set under the dryer until the hair was dry. She then showed me how to brush out the style on one side of my head; I had to do the other side and make the two halves look like the style.

We went through three different hairstyles that afternoon; then she had me set my hair in another pattern. She gave me a hair net to cover some of my curlers, telling me that I had to sleep in the curlers tonight, then when I came in the morning I had to brush out my style myself with no help. She also handed me some nail polish and told me I need to practice on my nails tonight leaving on the polish when I come to work tomorrow.

I literally was bouncing all over the place when we got home, I raced to my room to get changed out of the uniform, then headed downstairs to help Beth prepare something to eat. She had it under control; she told me to set the table then relax until dinner is ready. I was so hyped up I did the vacuuming after I had set the table. Beth came into the living room as I finished and felt my forehead. “Nope not running a fever, much be some other disease.” She giggled all the way back to the kitchen, then a few minutes later she called me to help put the food on the table. We ate the food, although I found I am so excited that my hunger is only half of what it normally is. I did the dishes for Beth, even drying them and putting them in the cabinets.

I retrieved my nail polish and practiced for several hours. I would put it on, then use the polish remover to get the old polish off, then reapply the polish. Beth gave me several hints, but she is pleased with my progress, the last time I applied the polish my nails looked fantastic. I kissed my Aunt goodnight and went to my room. I changed to a nightie, snuggled up in bed and dreamed of being a stylist the rest of the night.

When I awoke the next morning, I was slightly disorientated, but looking at my nails, I remembered what is going on, a big smile plastered on my face as I made my way to the bathroom. I did the basics, dressed in my uniform then applied a little makeup. With my hair still in curlers I grabbed my purse and we were off. Once at the salon, I put my purse up, went to the training room and removed my curlers. I was working on my hair as Yvonne came in. She stood in the doorway watching me. I hoped she would help me or at least advise me what to do, but she just watched making me work it out myself. It took me longer than when she did it, but I managed to get the style close to what it should have been. She made me do four other styles that day, all by myself. She would show me a picture of the style, the setting pattern and then I had to do the rest. Four separate times under the dryer, by the time the last style had dried, I had read all the magazines in the salon.

It was getting easier to set my hair in curlers, I guess practice does make perfect. Once after lunch, we had quite an influx of new customers, mostly walk-ins, so I was pressed into service washing and conditioning the new customers. This was while my hair was in curlers, not the most professional way to meet and wait on customers.

Several times while under the dryer I thought of the changes the last few days. From a do nothing young male to a wanna be hair stylist is quite a metamorphosis. Especially if that hair stylist is dressed as a female. It didn’t feel wrong, I knew it was not a normal thing to want or experience, but somehow it just felt comfortable. Like I should have been doing this all of my life. Considering my history it was quite a change, now a fresh start as a female.

Story Complete For Now

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