Transvestia

I had been curling my own hair every weekend with some success but I kept desiring to go to a beauty salon and have my hair done by a professional operator. After much thought on the matter and being off work for a couple of weeks, I picked a Wednesday morning, knowing it would be the slowest time in the beauty salon, to have my hair done for the first time as a woman. The morning of the eventful day came. With great care I applied my make up and dressed, double checking every small detail twice. Looking in the mirror when I finished dressing, I was sure that I was ready for this big day. Taking my purse in hand and gathering all my courage, I was off to the beauty salon. I didn't have an appointment, so I just walked in and asked the receptionist for a shampoo and set. I was in luck, there was an operator free and she was able to take me right away. After shampooing my hair she rolled it on rollers. I had to pinch myself as she pinned each roller in place to assure myself that this was not just another one of my dreams. It was hard for me to realize, the woman I was looking at in the mirror having her hair put up was really me. Tying a hair net over the rollers, she sat me under a hair dryer and as she adjusted the hood over my head she offered me a cup of coffee. Relaxing under the dryer with a cup of coffee and a cigarette, hearing the hum of the dryer and feeling the warm air blowing around my head was a heavenly sensation to me. As I looked all around this wonderful place, that was for women only to indulge in and enjoy, and saw all the other women sitting under the dryers, having their hair set or being combed out, I realized that at long last I was a woman among women and on their own grounds. As my operator was combing out and styling my hair in a beautiful coiffure, after it was dry, she informed me that with a hair cut and a permanent wave my hair would look ever so much better. Upon completion of my coiffure, I made an appointment with her for the following week to have the hair cut and a permanent. I was elated as I left the beauty salon, knowing at last I was a woman and could pass even in the close proximinity of other women. She surely must have suspected that I was not a female, but she gave no indication that she did. Instead she treated me as her equal, a woman.

The following week I had my first hair cut and permanent wave as a woman. Ever since that time I have been going to a beauty salon every week to have my hair done. I enjoy each and

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