PART 34
Josh felt as though he were slipping into a trance while Miss Andrea gently but methodically shampooed his hair. Unable to move, his thoughts raced and his pulse quickened as she deftly worked her fingers through his hair. Trapped in this ultra-feminine salon, the teenaged boy knew he was taking yet another step to becoming a total sissy. He thought regretfully about how he had let his hair grow longer so he could look cool in front of his friends. Still, he couldn’t deny how pleasant it felt to be pampered like this.
Continuing to hum, Miss Andrea finished the shampoo and rinsed it out with the warm water. Seeing that he was enjoying the shampoo, she said “That feels good doesn’t it sweetheart?”
Answering truthfully, Josh replied “Yes Miss Andrea, it feels really nice. Thank you.”
“Next the conditioner,” she informed her charge. “It’s important to use a high-quality conditioner so we can get that nice lustrous shine.” She smiled down at him and started to work the conditioner into his long hair. “You’re so lucky to have such lovely hair. It gives you so many cute options.”
“Thank you Miss Andrea,” Josh squeaked.
She repeated the process and was soon rinsing the conditioner out with the water again. She turned off the water and began to pat his hair dry with a fluffy white towel. By this point, Josh was disappointed that the nice massaging had to stop. His little man was fully awake and straining against his panty liner by this point. He knew his pretty lavender panties were bulging underneath the romper. Absent-mindedly, he realized that his little man was buried under four layers of girlishness: his panty liner, his panties, his floral girls romper, and finally the pink nylon salon cape. It was a mental picture that seemed to sum up his predicament perfectly.
His thoughts were interrupted when Miss Andrea raised the seat back up and returned him to a sitting position. Josh squirmed slightly as he tried to relieve the pressure on his groin, but all the straps and belts did not allow much movement at all. The silk scarves ensured his knees stayed close together which only made the tension worse.
Seemingly oblivious to everything happening under the cape, Miss Andrea towel-dried his long hair until it was just slightly damp. She then combed it very carefully all the way out. It was hanging well over Josh’s eyes in front and was nearly touching his slender shoulders in back. When she had it all combed out, she picked up her scissors.
“Now is the time for the real work to start,” she said cheerily. “We’re going to make sure we preserve the lovely length, and we'll do some cute layering,” she continued.
Josh sat helplessly as she began to comb and snip his hair. She was much more finicky and measured than the barbers that had always cut his hair before. She worked her way repeatedly back and forth in his damp hair—a tiny snip here, a comb there, then another tiny snip. It was mesmerizing. He was turned away from the mirror so he couldn’t really see what she was doing. He caught an occasional fleeting glimpse of himself in the mirror on the other side of the room, but with his bangs combed over his eyes and Miss Andrea stepping in front of him he was mostly clueless. Through it all, Josh’s little man was in a perpetual state of tension as his emotions ricocheted haphazardly from anxiety to pleasure to embarrassment to dread.
After what seemed a long time, Miss Andrea seemed to be done with the scissors and began to alternate between combing and gentle brushing. As she fussed with his hair, Josh felt the now-familiar weight of hair clips being placed in his long hair. “I’m sectioning your hair now so we can do your highlights, sweetheart. You are just going to be precious!” she explained. As she talked, Josh felt the weight of more hair clips being added. “Have you ever had highlights before, Josh?” she asked.
“No Miss Andrea,” Josh stammered. As she stepped away, Josh saw himself clearly in the mirror for a moment. His head was now covered in bright pink hair clips which divided his hair into small neat sections. He looked so small and girlish with all the hair clips and the pink cape fastened around his neck.
“Well these will add some lovely texture and depth to your style. The other girls will be so jealous!” she added enthusiastically. As she spoke, she began stirring a solution in a small ceramic bowl which gave off a slightly chemical smell.
Josh felt his face redden as that thought sank in. Acutely aware that his hair was being transformed into an unmistakably girlish style, he felt a new sense of deepening permanence. All this girlishness felt more and more irreversible, and it was all his choice. Even if he somehow returned to boys clothes, his hair would remain girlish unless he got a crewcut or something. He shuddered as he knew that he was either going to have a girly hairstyle for the foreseeable future or be forced to look like one of those Sterncourt boys from the brochure. His faint hopes for a longer haircut that looked “cool” on boys slowly evaporated as he stared at all the pink clips in his carefully sectioned hair.
“Here we go!” she said playfully as she swiveled him away from the mirror again. Josh saw she now held what appeared to be a small piece of aluminum foil. She put it on top of his head, and he felt her separating a strand of his hair. Holding that in place, she took a small brush and dipped it in the bowl. She then seemed to brush it onto his hair as if she was painting. Next, he felt her tugging, folding and clipping it firmly in place.
“One down,” she explained, “Only about twenty more to go!”
“Twenty?” Josh thought to himself. His pulse quickened and his face grew even warmer as he now understood just how involved this process would be. His little man perked up again in his panties. Instinctively, he tried to reach down and adjust himself to ease the pressure, but the padded straps still held his arms firmly in place. He felt so sissyish, and he could only sit meekly while Miss Andrea started on his next highlight. The shoulder straps held him snugly against the salon chair and a small bead of sweat trickled down his back. The teenager sighed inwardly as she reached once more for her paintbrush.
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