7. SALON STYLE
David was adamant that he wasn’t going to be put into salon sack and struggled desperately against those who thought otherwise. No way were they going to turn him into another Millicent! It took three of them to catch him first. To say he was wrapped in three very thick preformed nappies and soakers and his two pair of rubber pants he was remarkably nimble and fast though awkward on his feet but they soon had him cornered yet it still took all three of them to get him into the sack. One to hold him around his chest pinning his arms a second to manoeuvre his legs into the sack and the third to hold the sack. Once his legs were in it was just a case of getting his feet through the leg openings and closing the cuff around his ankles then pulling the back zipper up to his thighs. One hand at a time was forced through the wrist openings and cuffs were fastened. Then it was just a simple matter of closing the back of the sack up to his neck and closing the collar with the snap fastener. And he was helpless and manageable, in what was effectively a see through straight jacket, although the fight didn't leave him until he was strapped into a salon chair.
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"Come along then" and she guided his chair across to the wash basins and sat him backwards with his head over the bowl.
He was still acting up at the hair wash station and Jenny was getting fed up with his antics so she turned on the shower head full and gave his face a short two second blast of cold water. He came up coughing and spluttering more with shock than anything else. "Are you going to behave or do you want your face washing again?" she demanded. Due to the sheer volume of his invective it warranted him being fitted with a pacifier a little earlier than anticipated.
The tannoy system boomed out. "Clean-up crew to the dais, please. Clean-up crew to the dais." Four boys their faces prettily made up and impeccably dressed in lovely dove grey French maids uniforms with large puffed sleeves and mid thigh length dresses with a mass of billowing petticoats underneath together with the most bewitching frilly panties imaginable that were barely concealed. They also wore starched white aprons with ruffle edged cross over shoulder straps and pretty little lace caps with long ribbon streamers that almost reached down to their very tightly corseted waist. They clip clip clipped their way across the polished wood concourse in their ridiculously high tippy toe ankle strap shoes that were worn with sheer white lace topped hold up stockings and they appeared on the scene with a janitor's cart and worked with a polished efficiency mopping up the wet floor, wiping down surfaces and drying things off. Then they gathered up their tools and vanished back to where they came from just as quickly as they had arrived.
Meanwhile David was having a pacifier fitted. The fat bulbous and swollen head of the phallic teat was being rubbed teasingly against his lips by an assistant. He tried to turn his head away to avoid it but it was relentless.
He was as cooperative as expected but he could resist only for so long before the bulbous head of his Silent Sissy pacifier was pushed firmly into his an unaccommodating mouth, followed by the remainder of its semi tumescent shaft until the mouth shield was pressed firmly against his lips and forcefully held there. But to drive the point home to him that the use of his mouth was not his to be exercised but rather to be kept under the control of another was when the first blast of compressed air entered his oral intruder. His eyes almost burst from his sockets with the shock as the thing rapidly inflated in his mouth filling it to capacity and suppressing his tongue beneath its now rigid and swollen shaft. David struggled violently within his sack but to no avail. He was absolutely livid at being treated this way and would have something to say about it if only he could say anything at all. And what sound he could make was reduced to nothing more than a breathy whisper.
More than satisfied with both result the assistant completed washing David's hair, wrapping the wet hair in a fluffy pink towel turban style and guided him back to the styling station at the front of the salon where she toweled his hair dry and combed it out.
"Hold still we don't want you to lose an eye." That in itself was enough to secure David's cooperation. And with a snip snip snip he had a fringe, worthy of any little girl, that rested neatly just above his eye brows. She then trimmed the straggly ends across his shoulders to an even length, that completed she centre parted his hair and combed out his fringe and began sectioning his hair into small bunches.
Jenny, his stylist for today, rolled a cart of her curlers towards him, it was obvious who they were intended for at which point he stared becoming agitated and somewhat more animated than he had been previously. She just nipped his nostrils together until he calmed down.
He had little choice but to accept his situation and suffer in silent protest as he endured his ordeal. There were no mirrors present for him to observe their progress; it was all left to his fertile imagination to conjure up visions of what was being created for him. She re-wet his hair from a pump spray, picked up a curler and began wrapping his sectioned hair tightly onto it one by one. Each section was treated the same way, tug, pull, wince and the grip pinned it in place tight to his scalp "There" she said "finally all done bet you're dying to see how cute you look right now? Let's just get some photos of your first girlie hairdo shall we? Every boy wants to capture his first time in curlers for posterity." And David was posed in his sack and apparently happily suc-king on his pacifier with that very thought in mind. At least that's what everybody would be told.
David sat there in glum silence oblivious to what was going on. "Now here comes the fun part" she said as she sprayed his hair with a very liberal coating of "Curls in a Can" the permanent solution for wayward boys requiring firm control, the label said. She paid particular attention to soaking his curls thoroughly. Then his hair was wrapped completely in cling film and a band of cotton wool tucked in at the edges to stop leaks then topped it off with a shower cap pulled well down over his ears.
He was moved again this time to a more comfortable chair under a commercial salon drier on medium roast for an hour of boredom giving him plenty of time to wallow in his misfortune. His mother's threat of getting his hair done was coming to fruition now all he could do was to hope he didn’t look to ridiculous.
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All the time his hair had been worked on Jenny had his fingers soaking in some green liquid so no sooner had he made himself as comfortable as he could as the centre of attention a nail technician wheeled her own cart over to him she pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of him. "How long would you like your new nails?" David wanted to say he was happy with the ones he had and to leave them the frack alone thank you, but just wasn't able.
She took one of his hands and began work on his cuticle pushing them back and exposing the nail beneath. Satisfied with what she had achieved she then trimmed back his nails and tidied them up giving them a more respectable shape. At least she's not painting them he sighed in relief though it was short lived. Again she took his hand and with a small battery abrader began to roughen up their surface to form a good key she then pressed a shaper up under his nail and proceeded coat them in a layer of frosted shell pink acrylic. Once satisfied she pushed his finger under a UV lamp for a few seconds to bake the acrylic before applying a second coat then moving onto his next finger.
Once the nail technician had completed all ten of his fingers David found himself watching intensely out of a sense of morbid fascination as she bonded a set of letters to his nails with two additional coats of clear acrylic and baked it hard. When she was happy with the results achieved she began shaping his nail tips to perfection. He felt so helpless he had no control over anything that was happening to him.
It was then the technician turned her attention to his feet and began working on his toe nails. He tried pulling his foot away but she just grabbed hold and yanked it back and dug her finger nails in to make the point. He got the message and didn't interrupt her while she filed and filled sanded and buffed his nails nor did he complain as she painted them in a frosted shell pink although he desperately wanted to.
The square tips of his French manicure were not natural to him at all although they offered only a moderate extension to his clipped natural ones by a quarter inch after all he was only 15 going on 2 and not on the game, he found himself remarkably clumsy with the newness of them and the loss of tactile sensation of his old nails he nearly scratched his eye out misjudging their length and lethality on several occasions.
He could only guess about his hair, but now there were 10 pink fingernails to match his 10 pink toes as a constant visual reminder of the feminine imposition placed upon him. He just knew that they weren’t going to be coming off as easily as they went on. He was defenceless against them, they glared out like beacons in the night, making his fingers look long and slender and his hands delicate and feminine, and they positively screamed SISSY across his finger nails in sliver holographic letters.
She checked on him after his hour was up and tested a curl, re-wrapped him and returned him for a further 30 minutes. Eventually he was confirmed done and released from the heated hell of the drier. "At last" he cursed, he could get out of here but no his hair was washed yet again this time to remove the evil smelling concoction now he smelled of strawberries instead. His hair was being gently dried with a hand held drier whist his mop of beautiful ringlets were brushed out and his curls sprung back to shape the instant they were released to the oohhs and aaahs of staff and other watchers. A beanie hat with a big fur pompom on top was pulled onto his head and his curls tucked in until it was time for him to be unveiled in all his emasculated glory.
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