PART 36
Miss Andrea removed the last foil and thoroughly rinsed Josh’s hair with lukewarm water. Despite his current predicament, he relaxed somewhat as she once again massaged and rinsed his scalp.
“Oh my!” Gwendolyn exclaimed. “His highlights are gorgeous, Andrea” she said approvingly as she took in Andrea’s work.
“Wait till you see the finished product,” Andrea agreed, “he’s going to be adorable!”
Josh’s heart sank a little at this exchange, but he was anxiously trying to think of any excuse to slip away and hide his sticky accident. “Miss Andrea, he began timidly, “Could I please use the restroom before you finish my hairstyle?” Remembering to use the proper childish term, he said softly, “I, uhh, I need to tinkle please.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Miss Andrea replied, “Let me just wrap your hair up while you go.” She toweled his hair a bit and then raised her charge back to a sitting position. Before Josh had a chance to see his highlights, she had wrapped his head in a baby pink terrycloth hair turban. “You’ll need to keep that on while you’re out of the chair, dear,” she advised. Removing his pink cape to reveal all the straps and scarves holding Josh in place, she said, “Oh my goodness, I’d almost forgotten about these.” She began to unbuckle all the straps.
Gwendolyn smiled at her son as she reached down to untie him and retrieve her scarves. “Such an exciting day for you honey. You’re doing very well, Josh, and hopefully we won’t need these again when Miss Andrea finishes your style.” She said this last part encouragingly as if she were still making up her mind.
“Oh Mommy, I’m getting much better at my posture now I think,” Josh said hopefully. “I’ll keep trying.”
“We’ll see, dear,” his mother replied.
Finally released, Josh dared to look down and was immediately relieved that there was no obvious wet spot on his romper. Perhaps, just perhaps, his panty liner had saved him. His muscles were stiff from sitting for so long, and he was glad to stand. He was still a little weak-kneed from the straps and the thrill of his “little squirtie.”
“The ladies room is down the hall to the right, dear,” Miss Andrea directed him.
“Don’t dawdle, Joshy,” his mother added.
Josh moved as quickly as he dared to the restroom and closed the door. It was then that he realized he had another challenge: how to get out his romper. With the shorts attached to the top, he basically had to remove the whole thing to use the restroom. He found that he couldn’t quite reach the buttons in back to access the zipper. To his chagrin, he concluded that he would have to ask for help.
Opening the door, he called, “Mommy, can you please help me unzip my romper?” It was embarrassing to have to ask for help but he saw no other option.
Gwendolyn came to the door and smiled at him, “I was wondering if you’d need some help. Don’t worry, darling, Mommy’s here.” She unbuttoned the top buttons and unzipped him. “I think you can manage the rest dear,” she said as she closed the door and left him alone.
Pulling down his romper, Josh inspected his panties. Although there was a small wet spot on one side, he was happy to see his lavender panties were mostly clean. “Thank goodness for my panty liner!” he thought to himself. A second later, it dawned on him what a sissy thought that was. Still, he was grateful to be mostly dry. He dropped the soiled liner in the small garbage can and looked around. There were some scented wet wipes on a little shelf next to the vanity, and he used one of those to clean himself. They had a heavy lavender scent, but at least he was clean now. He sat down and tinkled, making sure to wipe himself carefully when he was done before pulling his panties back in place. He couldn’t afford another accident now that he had no protection.
He stood up with his romper still around his ankles and covering his cute sandals. Turning, he glimpsed himself in the mirror again. Standing in his lacy training bra and panty set and with the pink turban wrapped around his head, there was nothing about him now that looked remotely boyish. As he appraised his reflection, a deepening sense of shame took root. He was humiliated that he'd had a "little squirtie" as a direct result of being sissified this way.
He felt a sense of slight dread wondering how his hair looked underneath, but he left the turban wrap alone. He knew he’d never get it back on correctly by himself. Sighing, the emasculated teen straightened his bra and pulled his romper back up. Once again, he found he needed help getting fastened back into it.
As he started to call for his mother again, there was a tapping at the door. “Joshy what on earth is taking so long? Please don’t keep Miss Andrea waiting!” she chided.
“Uhh, I just need some help getting zipped back up Mommy,” he replied. Blushing again, he opened the door. Although she looked at him a little curiously, she just zipped and buttoned him back up.
Soon Josh was back in the salon chair. Although Miss Andrea and his mother did not strap him in like before, his mother thought it best to at least buckle his seat belt. And while she didn’t tie his knees together again, she draped the scarf over his bare legs and had him rest his hands on it “as a reminder.”
“Joshy, Miss Andrea and I have been talking, and she has another suggestion for your new look which I think is wonderful,” his mother said with a trace of amusement. “She’s done a fabulous job on you so far, and I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the result.”
Josh snapped to attention and listened intently. He had assumed this painstaking process was almost over after the shampoo, conditioner, haircut and highlights. What more could possibly be left?
“As I discussed with your mother, although you're fortunate to have a natural wave in your hair, some extra curl would frame your delicate features very sweetly,” Miss Andrea explained. “A medium perm to boost your curls would just pull the whole look together,” she continued. Concluding, she asked expectantly, “What do you think Josh?”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea, Andrea,” his mother interrupted. “I know Josh wants to turn over a new leaf with his look, don’t you honey?” she asked.
“A perm?” Josh thought unhappily. He was being given another choice, but his mother’s eyes made it clear what she wanted to hear. Feeling trapped, he already knew what his answer would be. “Uhh sure I guess. If you think it’s best I mean, Miss Andrea” he said with resignation. Catching his mother’s eye, he knew that his halfhearted response was not good enough. Cringing, he said more enthusiastically, “Oh yes please Miss Andrea, I would love to get a perm. I know I’m going to just love my curly hair!”
His mother nodded approvingly at her increasingly feminine son. Soon, she thought gaily, he would be sporting an unmistakably girlish new hairdo. With his lovely highlights and some dainty curls, she was certain he would be a picture of girlishness.
With a flourish, Miss Andrea draped the pink nylon cape around his shoulders again and said eagerly, “You’re going to love it Josh!” Turning him away from the mirror, she unwrapped his still-damp hair and removed the turban.
Josh was sure that by the time she was done, his hair would be unrecognizable. Feeling incredibly sissyish, he remembered to clasp his knees together properly under the cape as he awaited his first perm. With a growing sense of dismay, he could only imagine how girly he would look. He watched anxiously as Miss Andrea picked up a pink perm rod and then meticulously rolled the hair above his forehead. Almost unbelievably, his groin stirred again. He tried not to squirm as she pinned his first perm curler tightly in place.
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