Some years ago, and not that many, I stood naked before a mirror and imagined myself as a girl. Of course seeing a large sack of testicles with penis protruding jolted my dream back to reality. Nevertheless, I felt a strong urge to dress the part and play girl. Every day I returned home to the privacy of my apartment and carefully dressed until I became the girl I wanted to be. I carefully managed every detail until the image in the mirror reflected the most feminine image I could render. I then spent the evening flitting about alone while feeling absolutely feminine.
A year passed, and I turned nineteen. My self-feminine desires increased and I decided to take the next step. I let my hair grow until it reached a length of four inches below my shoulders. It was light brown and not styled but thick lustrous hair.
For several weeks I passed the same beauty salon and stood before the window lamenting about having my hair colored, cut, and styled. Growing it had been a huge step, but making it look and feel feminine would be a big commitment. I decided to do it and made an appointment at the salon for Saturday.
I entered the salon and a girl named Jenny took me to her station. She asked me what I wanted done today. I hesitated as she caressed my hair in anticipation of a major cut. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"I would like a multi golden blonde color and a cut. I want only an inch or two taken off the ends in a blunt straight line and I want long wedge like bangs, long enough so they hang in my eyes in a peek-a-boo way."
Jenny looked a little dazed at my request. After all, I was a male wanting a very girly style and treatment. She acknowledged the request and started working. My heart began pounding as the color foils went in. This is it, I thought. This is my defining moment to become more feminine and people at work would notice. I thought about ways to hide my new hair, but also thought about dressing with new and natural girly hair.
After a time Jenny washed out the color application. Having her caress and shampoo my hair felt so wonderful, and being in a place that was so absolutely female excited my senses. I watched other female and listened to them chatter wishing I could take part, and I smelled the wonderful odor of the salon.
