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Next they learned that when wearing a skirt, they had to sit with their legs, knees, and ankles pressed together. Their mother's warned them that, if they sat with their legs apart, "Nasty boys will try to peek up your skirts to see your panties.

Each mother showed their sons how to walk in a feminine manner, how to take small, dainty steps the way a girl walks. No more of those long, aggressive strides that boys and men

use.

One of the most unaccustomed sensations was learning to delicately carry a purse. "It's not a football!" the mothers admonished, "it's where all your essential makeup goes.. you don't want to bang it around!" The boys just followed instruction with a bewildered look on their faces.

On the way to the beauty salon, nothing happened. They were able to get to the salon without incident. That's not to say they weren't seen. . .they were.

Being out in public in a skirt, carrying a purse and having everyone think the two boys were girls was appalling. Neither boy could think of a time in their lives so full of repulsion than at being stared at by other boys. Being dressed as a girls in public made them feel ashamed and embarrassed but both realized that keeping a girlish simulation was their only way out.

Needless to say, both boys entered the salon with great apprehension. The immediate odor of hair spray and other hair care products, drove home the point that this was very much a feminine place. Their nervous glances into the interior observed a number of women and girls in various stages of hairdressing and manicures.

Dominique Laurent, the salon owner, met them with a broad smile saying, "Ladies..." She emphasized the word much to the boy's shame. "I've been expecting you-your friend Evan is here already. And, my don't you look lovely. I can assure you that work on such pretty girls will be a distinct pleasure."

Despite themselves, Joanne and Emma were eating this up this praise. Their feminist armor let them down, and pride for their 'pretty daughters' got the better of them for a moment.

BLONDE & BLONDER -31 "Ah.. .Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Wainwright, there is no need for you to stay here while we work on them. Why don't you come back in. . .say two and a half hours, and let me surprise you with the full effect, no?" Dominique purred as she virtually pushed the two mothers out the door. "Shop, have some Cappuccino at the cafe, and relax. The girls are in good hands, trust me!"

Joanne and Emma had hoped to participate in this major event of their sons' metamorphosis, but Dominique's persistence persuaded them to leave. Turning to their panicky sons, they said, "Cooperate with Ms. Laurent, and we'll be back shortly after noon."

"Tres bien! Now follow me, I've assigned two of my best operatives to look after you girls," Ms. Laurent said taking Sam and Paul by the hands and almost dragging them into the heart of this ultra-feminine salon. As they neared the rear, they were approached by two stunningly beautiful women dressed in beautician's uniforms. The apprehensive boys were pleasantly surprised as these sexy young women each took one of them led them to fully equipped salon cubicles.

As they passed a bank of hair dryers, both boys did a double take as one of the young women sitting under a dryer with her hair set on huge rollers smiled and waved at them. "Evan!?" Sam mouthed in surprise.

Evan just smiled and made a gesture with his hands indicating in person!'. To their surprise, he looked completely feminine with smooth shaven legs crossed at the knees peeking out from beneath a blue suede miniskirt. On his feet he wore open toed high heel sandals that displayed pink polished toenails, the same shade as his fingernails!

Above his skirt, a white cowl-necked angora sweater hugged his curves. And, they were curves! The final thing Sam noticed as he entered his assigned cubicle was that Evan was wearing gold hoop earrings...in his pierced ears! What was happening to them?

While Sam was deep in thought, the woman fastened a plastic cape around his neck and turned him around to shampoo his hair. "This is your first time getting your hair done, right?" she asked, making small talk.

"Yeah, well at least in a place like this."