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Back in the days when studying for my marketing degree, I had a girlfriend who worked at the front desk of a salon. Sometimes, I would pick her up after work. I remember loving the smells and sounds of the salon, seeing how women would enter looking one way, undergo a makeover, sometimes a pretty radical one, and leave looking totally different. I remember thinking how much power the stylists had to transform someone and then not even think about it by the time they were back with their boyfriends and husbands that night. Meanwhile, for better or worse, the client had to go about life looking totally different.We broke up near the end of my studies, and I did not get into another relationship as I was too busy building an on-line marketing business. It was a great business to have; I worked alone and was able to bring in a pretty consistent income. It did not matter where I did my work because I did not have to meet with my clients except by e-mails, texts, and phone (I even avoided Zoom and Skype). So, a couple of months ago, I moved from the cold winters of the northeast to the warm temperatures of the west coast. With my business kept me very busy, I did not have time to make friends, and my family connections were only a few holiday cards in December to distant relatives who I had not seen in years.Over the past couple of years, I had developed an interest in BDSM. Largely, I thought that some of the Mistress pictures that I saw were hot. So, I began to cruise through some websites for BDSM and watch some of the videos. One night, I followed a link to a so-called dungeon not too far away from me. Most of the pictures of the Mistresses on their site did not do much for me, except for Mistress Nancy, a German lady who had a knock-out brunette, bobbed haircut. It took me a few days to get up the nerve to call, but eventually I did, and an appointment was set with her for that night.It was a wonderful session of what most would probably call garden-variety BDSM. I felt at ease with Mistress Nancy, and at the end of the session, I told her that I would like to see her again. She asked me what I would like to do next time. I realized that I was at a loss for any specific ideas, so I asked her what she liked. She said that she into doing forced feminization sessions and asked if that was something in which I would be interested.I hadn’t thought about it, but I realized that I did have a fantasy that would entail that. “It probably would not be anything we could really do here,” I began, “but I could tell you a fantasy that I’ve had and maybe that would give an idea for what we could do next time.”Mistress Nancy nodded for me to continue.“Well, güvenilir bahis I’ve found beauty salons to always be a place where a client walks in and the hairdresser can do all sorts of things to them. Maybe we could do some sort of a roleplay thing like that.”“I think that there’s more to your fantasy than that,” Mistress Nancy said as if knowing that I was only telling her a small part of the story. “Tell me all of it.”I felt very nervous about sharing something that I had only had private thoughts about, but I was with a beautiful Mistress and if she wanted me to tell, then I would.“It would start by getting an e-mail from you, telling me that I am to go to a hair salon for an appointment that you have made for me. I wouldn’t know any details except the address of the salon that you’ve chosen. A couple of minutes before I am to go inside, you’d text me the story is that you have told the salon. Maybe I am a friend that you have decided that you will help transition to be more feminine, or maybe I lost a bet to you, or maybe you just sent me there for my normal four-to-six-week haircut. It would be up to you what story you’d like to use.”“Hmmm, sounds intriguing. What would be done to you in your fantasy?”“I really wouldn’t want it to be anything that couldn’t be undone by the end of the day. So maybe some sort of a hair set, or just a styling.” I continued, “Then afterward, I would come to see you here for a session. If it was a forced feminization session, I guess that would work well. But I know that it probably isn’t something that could be done, bringing things from here into the outside world.”“Probably not but give me your number and maybe you’ll get a text from me. In the meantime, don’t have your hair cut in case I decide to have you done in a salon.”I gave her my number and soon left the studio. It felt good to tell Mistress Nancy that fantasy, but I knew nothing would ever come of it, except for maybe a roleplay session next time. =====It had been a couple of months since my session with Mistress Nancy. I had become very busy with work, which left me little time for anything else. I had not had my hair cut per Mistress Nancy’s instructions. But, to be honest, it was more about not having the time to get to the barbershop. It was past the base of my collar and over my ears, plus, it had gotten a bit shaggy.Late one Tuesday night, I heard the text tone on my phone. It was from an unknown number and read, “You need to be feminized. Be at the salon on 390-K Anderson St at 6 pm on Saturday. You will be texted just before 6 pm with the story that I have told them and what will be done to you. Come to the dungeon after they finish güvenilir bahis siteleri with you at the salon. Reply tonight to confirm that you will submit.”I suddenly felt all sorts of excitement followed very quickly by nervousness and being absolutely scared. Part of me wanted to ignore the text and pretend I had never received it. Instead, I found myself texting “Yes, Mistress. I submit.” This was really going to happen.=====For the rest of the week, I was alternately gripped with fear and anticipation. I did not hear anything further from Mistress Nancy. As Saturday approached, I started to think, and maybe hope, that nothing would come of it and I would not get the text before 6pm. Then I could just revel if the excitement of the fantasy. By the time I was driving to the address she had provided, I had convinced myself that nothing would happen, and I would just be driving home come 6 pm.As I got close, I noticed that I was getting into a run-down area of town. Approaching the address, I saw a decrepit strip mall. Pulling into the lot, most of the stores looked like they had been closed for years. At the far end, I saw a broken sign that said, ”Salon Bella Mujer.” It had the address from Mistress Nancy’s text.My mind raced. Did I really want to go through with this? What was I getting myself into? Then rationality started to come back. I knew Mistress Nancy would not have anything done to me that that would make me look any different come tomorrow. Maybe she really would only have me get my normal haircut here. It might not be a place that I would choose myself, but I really did need a haircut, I thought to myself while subconsciously running my hand through my hair that had really gotten way too long lately. Yeah, I did really need to get a haircut anyhow. No matter what, I’d probably have them give me a trim. It would be okay.As the panic subsided, my phone alerted me that a text had arrived. I had lost track of time, and it was now 5:58 pm. I looked down to read the message.“Go into the salon and tell them that you are here for the 6 pm that I made for you. I forget what name I made it under. I told them that you are my slave, and I am sending you to get your hair set on rollers. I’ll look forward to seeing you with your pretty curls later.”It was now 5:59pm and I did not have a chance to think further. With that, I got out of the car and walked toward the salon door. From a distance, I saw the salon hours posted as 10am to 6pm for the day.=====As I entered, first I noticed how old and rundown everything was. The linoleum floor was worn through in many places, mirrors were cracked and dirty, and the salon iddaa siteleri chairs looked like they were from the 1950’s – and had been used ever since then without being re-done or cleaned. To my left, I heard, “May I help you?” from the attractive high school aged girl behind the desk.“Yes. I am here for a 6 pm appointment.”The girl looked at her book and said, “You must be Rachel Arlaine. I am Katie.”“No that’s not me.”“That’s the only 6 pm we have booked, you are our last appointment for the day, so that must be you, Rachel. A very nice lady called and told us your situation and what we needed to do to you today. You were instructed to come to us today, weren’t you?”“Yeah,” I mumbled.“Then please kneel right over there,” Katie pointed to a spot in the corner.When I looked at her rather confused, Katie continued, “Come now, Rachel Arlaine. You are not going to be a problem, are you?”Something in her tone was so commanding for just a high school girl, that I knew it was best if I did what she said. So, I knelt in the corner and looked up at her.“Wrong way, Rachel Arlaine. Face the wall and keep your eyes down. Idalys will be with you in a moment.”I did what she said. I could hear some giggles from the one stylist with a customer in her chair and some whispers between them that I was sure were about me.After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the clicking of heels on the worn linoleum floor coming toward me.From behind me I heard, “Rachel Arlaine, your Mistress called and made an appointment for you. She requested you be done with curlers. You will be treated like the sissy slave that you are. You will address me as Lady Idalys.”I was still facing the wall with my eyes down looking at the floor, which seemed to be wise based on my interaction with Katie. I felt something being put around my neck, and I caught a glance of a chain. Lady Idalys had put a collar around my neck.“You will follow me to my station to begin your transition, Rachel Arlaine.”I was very glad that the text from Mistress Nancy had said that I would just be getting a curler set here. It would be something that I could wash out later, but in the meantime, this was going obviously going to be a full fantasy salon service. As I was being led on the leash by Lady Idalys and could see her, I was all the more looking forward to being put into her chair. Lady Idalys was about mid-forties with a perfectly sculpted body, yummy C-cup breasts, and frosted blonde, wavy hair to her shoulders. She really did look like a lady who knew how to take charge.The other hairdresser had just finished with the woman in her chair as Lady Idalys was leading me by the leash. Lady Idalys called out to her by name, “Luciana,” and gave her instructions in Spanish. Luciana smiled and headed toward the back room. I watched briefly as Luciana walked away with her long curly, dark hair bouncing and swaying just above a perfect behind.
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