We parked outside the beauty salon and I nervously headed in. I had a
lot of trouble walking in the high heels but managed. I was a little
glad that I had not been allowed to cut my hair in over a year. I hoped
it was long enough that I might not be taken for a boy in girl’s
clothes. As I walked I felt my thighs rub together. The pantyhose gave a
pleasant sensation as my thighs met. I was very aware of the pad between
my legs and the unusual position of my privates. In a way I was glad of
this since I felt a little turned on and the last thing I needed was an
“Keep your legs together dear,” my aunt cautioned me. “Try to walk
like a girl. You will get better in the heels with a little practice.
Take small steps and keep your head up. We have lots of work yet to
totally feminize you.” I was totally unsettled by the state I was in.
The thought of being a girl was really hard to take at this point. I
wanted to get out of these clothes and be a boy again, but I knew my
aunt would not let me. I hoped she would change her mind.
I still had boy’s hair and only a little makeup so I was sure people
would know I was a boy. However, no one gave a second look. Apparently
my shaved legs, short skirt, modest breasts and the other feminine
things about my appearance caused people to immediately accept me as a
girl. I knew that if my hair wasn’t so long that I probably couldn’t get
by this way in spite of my girl’s clothing. We went in and were greeted
by an older woman named Joan.
“Oh she is a dear. I can’t wait to get started,” Joan said. “Is she
wearing a padded bra or are those her real breasts
“She is a full B cup and Paula is wearing a regular bra, aren’t you
“I guess so,” I replied.
“Do you like wearing a bra?” Joan asked.
“Well I uh guess so,” I stammered.
“Let’s get started. When she leaves here she will be absolutely
gorgeous. A lot of girls will wish they looked as good.”
The first step was to style my hair. I was led over to a stylist’s
chair. I sat down and remembered to keep my legs together. A cape was
draped over me. One of the women trimmed my hair in places to a short
but feminine style. I now had bangs in front which dramatically changed
the way I looked. My hair now framed my face in a very feminine manner.
I knew lots of girls had shorter hair and no one thought they looked
like boys. I knew why. It was not the length, but the style. The bangs
made my face look very feminine. Even if I had boy’s clothing on I might
be taken for a girl now. What little makeup I had on made it more
obvious that I was a girl.
“Time for your makeup,” Joan said.
My temporary makeup was removed with some kind of scented wipes.
Some kind of wax stuff was applied to my face and when dry yanked off.
It removed the small amount of facial hair I had. My face was now
“Paula will start electrolysis soon to remove all facial hair
permanently,” my aunt said. That was another step that would prevent me
from ever being a male again.
Next my eyebrows were plucked to very thin lines. I now had almost no
eyebrows left. I hated having this done. It was so painful. My aunt said
that my eyebrows would be plucked frequently and that I would learn to
do it myself. Just the thought made me cringe. I couldn’t believe how
thin my eyebrows were now. They looked like only an eighth of an inch
For the next half hour Joan applied makeup starting with foundation,
blush and powder. Red lip liner and lipstick were also applied. My eyes
were made up with liner, shadow and lots of mascara. An eyebrow pencil
enhanced my ultra-thin eyebrows. As I looked in the mirror in front of
me I saw a girl staring back at me.
Next they had me remove my pantyhose. The women didn’t even let me do
this in private. I removed my heels and hiked up my skirt and pulled
down my pantyhose and removed them.
“Oh she really does have a nice feminine contour. You can’t tell she
is a boy. Is she having her period?” the women laughed as they detected
that I had a feminine pad between my legs.
“Paula wears a pad all the time to hold her genitals in place. I also
want her to feel feminine just as we do when we wear pads during our
periods. Of course she will eventually have a lovely vagina,” my aunt
“I remember when I was a girl and we had to wear those sanitary belts
and attach our sanitary napkins to the belt with the tabs. Girls now are
lucky with the adhesive kind or wearing tampons,” an older woman said.
I then had a pedicure and red polish was applied to my toenails.
After it dried I put my pantyhose an shoes back on.
I was led to a table and acrylic nail tips were applied to lengthen
my fingernails to a very feminine length. The smell was awful. The
acrylic nails were permanent, not like the glue on nails I knew some
girls used. I was told that I would have them until my natural nails
grew out to the same length. The artificial nails would be slowly
trimmed to retain the same length. This was another detail that marked
me as a girl. Again red polish was applied.
“Stand up and look in the mirror Paula,” Joan said.
I looked into the full length mirror and a girl reflected back at me.
I realized that I really looked like very feminine. I didn’t look like a
boy dressed up as a girl at all. I actually felt a little better knowing
that maybe people wouldn’t think I was a boy. If I was to be forced to
live as a girl it would be better if I looked like one. I had to confess
that I not only looked like a girl, but I was actually quite cute. I
even felt that I was the kind of girl I would get turned on to if it
wasn’t actually me. Even if I tried to dress like a boy I couldn’t hide
my nails, makeup and my plucked eyebrows as well as my new feminine hair
style. My high heels and short skirt didn’t help either. I felt my
breasts being supported by my bra.
I don’t really k now why, but as I saw the girl in front of me
reflecting back in the mirror I got a bit turned on. After we said
goodbye to Joan and I walked out I thought for a moment that maybe being
a girl wasn’t so bad after all. Would I be able to turn guys on? I knew
if I saw a girl that looked like I did that as a boy I would be very
aroused. I wondered if girls would still turn me on if I was living as
one. I now knew what it felt like to have shaved legs, wear a bra,
panties, and pantyhose as well as a skirt and girl’s top.
“Let’s go Paula. Our first stop at the mall will be to get your ears
pierced. You can’t go without earrings,” my aunt said.
I knew that with pierced ears, my plucked eyebrows, and feminine
hairstyle that I would look like a girl in spite of what I wore and even