Let's try out this crossdressing

Salon hair but DIY feminisation
By Vitalandfresh

A previous story from a few months before told of me, a man, growing my hair and wondering on the experience of having things women have.

I am having my hair trimmed every six weeks to keep it looking in shape as it grows, but also because I enjoy having my hair washed and pampered. I had been talking with Paula the hairdresser about when it would be time to give my hair a body perm and I said that I would quite like to see it curly again just for a day – I had it permed when I was a lot younger. I left the salon without arranging it but realised that the next appointment would be when Christine, my wife, would be away for a few days. So when I received a text message from Paula’s system confirming the next appointment, I replied asking her to set it temporarily curly, as if it were permed.

I could now put my idea of trying a dress, breasts, earrings and the rest into action to coincide with the curly hair. I use ebay, and if I take care to be discreet it’s unlikely anyone would notice any odd purchases.

There are a lot of second hand dresses on offer and not really knowing my size made it difficult to choose. I wanted the dress to show off my breasts that I hadn’t yet acquired, but I also wanted to feel the skirt brush against my thighs. At one point I thought why don’t I go to a discount clothes shop and buy a new dress, I could take it into the fitting cubicle with some men’s trousers, on the pretext that I was buying the dress for my wife. In the end I bought a dress on ebay in jersey material that flared a bit in the skirt but hugged my top. I had it delivered to a local store for pickup so Christine wouldn’t be aware.

Breast forms are an entertaining subject to research: how big, what shape, what material, and will they glue on. I decided on the silicone filled type, hopefully so they jiggle. They will be for a C cup which should look a natural size on me. They can also be glued on but that is another minefield. The only ‘secure’ way to stick them is to buy a super strong glue that may cause skin irritation and that needs a powerful solvent to take them off. Contrary to the internet stories, few breastforms are robust enough to survive being slept in which was disappointing. So I went for a glue for prosthetic disguises that is water soluble. If the breastforms are not too heavy, it should work. So ebay was used to deliver this stash to the local store too.

A bra was next, in theory it’s straightforward to measure yourself for a bra. Measure your chest under your pecs, then select the cup size. I was between 36 and 38 inches so I bought both sizes. It’s a bit weird that there are so many used bras on ebay but it’s useful to me.

Earrings could be problematic as my ears aren’t pierced even though there were plenty of boys in my class at school who did get one or both pierced, but they were a lot cooler and braver than me. Christine has plenty of really striking and original dangly earrings, I’d love to try those. So when she was out I tried using sellotape in a narrow strip to glue the hanger wire to my earlobe and if it was all clean it worked.

It’s usually Christine who does the shopping, I do most of the cooking, honest!, but on a rare supermarket visit I bought lipstick and nail varnish. I had researched it online and written down the colours so I didn’t linger at the shelf, and I blatantly stared at my shopping list to pretend that I was buying it for my partner. I went for what I thought would be subtle colours.

So the kit arrived and I discreetly tried everything for size and waited for my hair appointment and solitude to put it all together. I was not going to the salon in any way ‘dressed’, I would do the transformation at home afterwards.

The big day arrived, I was the first customer of the morning. Paula hadn’t responded to my message asking for curls and the time slot was usually only 45 minutes before the next customer came in. This had happened a few times, it was an elderly lady, the salon was a quiet local one serving the immediate area, not a town centre one. Paula is always ready for my arrival and before I can knock or try the door I was invited in. She immediately seats me at the washbasin and washes and conditions my hair, chatting about hill walking or if I’ve been away. I then move to the chair in front of the mirror and Pauls cuts my hair to allow it to grow out but keep some shape, she is thorough and proficient. As the cut is being completed she said she could show me how to style it and I asked if she got my message about curling it, she replied no but if I want that she can do it. ‘Shall I use a curling iron or are you ready for rollers?’ I hesitate, she continues, ‘You seem pretty open to adventure, we’ll do rollers’. Perfect.

Quickly she dampened my hair, massaged in some mousse, or lotion?, then wheels a cart with rollers alongside and immediately winds a roller in. I’m transported back a decade or 2 when I’m having a perm and wondering what it will look like. She managed to put in 31 3/4 inch rollers and I announced that I need to take a photo to show Christine, Paula took my phone and took a few photos from every angle. This is great. She got the hand-held hairdryer and blasted my curlers one by one to dry them quickly, I couldn’t imagine this would be done before the next customer, but after less than 10 minutes, she deemed it dry and the rollers were taken out. Paula tousled (is that a word?) the curls, pulled them this way and that and then there was a tap at the door. She let in the old lady who waited patiently in the seat at right-angles to me. I was wondering what the lady is thinking, does she think my hair is naturally curly or can she tell I’ve had a shampoo and set like she will or used to have? Paula offered me hairspray and I said yes, I wondered whether it would last overnight. She trimmed my eyebrows, as always, I like that. I was smiling but non-committal when asked by Paula if I like the do. My hair wasn’t very long at this point so it looked more wavy than curly and stood up at the front where it’s not so thick. Anyway it looked different and I didn’t judge it too much as I could do that when I get home. I got up to pay, arranged the next visit in six weeks and then I went out into the big wide world.

I had previously thought about the possibility of being met by a neighbour who knew me on the walk home so I took a slightly longer way home, only half a mile. However as I turned a corner and neared my house there he was, hat on, head down, approaching me 20 yards away. I did a swift turn about and went back the way I came. I don’t know what I would have said if he had asked me about it later but he never did.

I made it home! I look in the mirror and caress my hair and rather than the stiff set hair described in the good old days, it feels soft and springy, in fact if feels great. Time to get togged out.

It takes quite a while to put all the gear on, the breastforms are cold having been in the basement. I realise my legs are rather hairy so I clip the hair shorter but haven’t the nerve to remove it completely. The earrings are fiddly to put on but with trial and error it works again, they are turquoise plaques maybe half an inch long. The nail varnish is a pain to do, and I realise the colour is insipid, I should have gone brighter. Lipstick, I chose a pale colour that you can barely tell is on and another colour a bit bolder that looks so bright it says ‘Look at me’! I don’t have shoes but the mirror barely reaches the ground so that’s not a problem. I suppose I’m missing out on the high heel experience but I remember the 1970s when men (or boys) had heels that were maybe 3 inches, that’s high enough for me. I could run and play football in them.

So I walk up and down, do stairs, sit and read, see myself passing mirrors, go to the toilet, shake my head, but I stay inside.

What’s my verdict? My hair looks a bit unnatural, it sits up at the front and isn’t thick enough. When I show the photos to Christine she’s more damning. I’ll try again when it’s longer and ask to make it more curly. I like the dress, it feels good, free, and walking about without knickers is great. The feel of the breasts is a bit disappointing, in the bra they don’t really jiggle and having run with a mini backpack on with water bottles in the straps, I suppose the feel is not new. I then tried to glue the forms with no bra but the jiggle was minimal and they fell off quickly. The breasts look quite good in a fairly false way but I don’t notice them unless I see myself, they don’t particularly obscure my view when I look down. In the mirror with my hair puffed up and big breasts sticking out I thought of my mother (eek!). The dangly earrings however are great, I feel the weight of them and as with my hair (now longer), I can feel them on my neck as I move, very sensual. I wonder if I dare get my ears pierced, am I bold enough to withstand the attention? The nail varnish gives my hands a feminine look, but that’s undone by the hairy backs! The lipstick is beyond my judgement, I can’t tell if I just look like a clown or if it helps, it’s too bright.

Overall I don’t look very feminine but it all feels good. I did think I would get more turned on by it all but I’m strangely detached. It’s definitely having my hair done that excites me the most.