Womanly stuff 3 - Curly hair, my wife gives her verdict

What does Christine think of me having my hair curled?

Curly hair, my wife gives her verdict
By Vitalandfresh

I had done my crossdressing event and my next hair trimming appointment arrived a month or two later. Paula washed my hair and I moved to the styling station, "So what did you think of the curls last time?" asked Paula. "Well it felt great, but the top seemed a bit thin and puffed up, it was wavy rather than curly" I replied. "If you want it really curly it will need to be two inches longer" said Paula. That was a bit of a blow. After the summer, at another salon visit, I made another appointment for proper curls, I mentioned doing it in rollers but Paula seemed a bit vague.

As I walked home I realised that Christine, my wife, would be at home this time when I returned with curly hair. She had been away for my previous hair curling session, but I had sent her photos of me in hair rollers and the finished 'do'. We then had a video call before I did my dressing in my feminine garb. Christine was cool about the curls in both senses of the word, she wasn't shocked, I'd told her Paula was keen to give me a body perm. Her reaction was: "No, it doesn't look natural, the front is too thin and lifted up. You do look a bit feminine, I'd love to see you in a dress. If I had one your size I'd ask you to try it." That threw me completely, here I was preparing to put a dress on that I'd secretly bought and Christine said that. I was speechless.

Reflecting on it later, I should have said I could get a dress, but the moment had passed and I didn't have the nerve to bring it up again. That said, Christine has never been horrified by any signs that I might be a bit fem. When I was a lot younger I had my haired permed for a couple of years and she seemed to like it. She liked to caress my curls, as did I. Around that time she had a stylish friend who encouraged Christine to let her give her radical short haircuts, spikes, undercut, a bowl cut. I loved it and when the friend moved further away I took on the job for a few years, I learned how to do simple cuts. We got some clippers and I cajoled Christine into some quite short buzzes.

Anyway basck to the current story, time passed, my hair grew, a bit, it's painfully slow, still only six inches long. The text message pinged reminding me of my next hair appointment, it's always in the morning, for 35 minutes but it's 45 minutes before the next customer knocks. I was wondering if Paula would schedule longer if she was setting my hair.

As I approach the salon, the door opens as usual. Paula washes my hair, no mention of curls. I sit in the chair before the mirror and Paula smirks and chirps "So we're putting a bend in your hair today". I get instantly aroused. She gets the curling iron, it warms while she dries my hair. Strips of my hair are wrapped onto the curling iron, a new experience. My head slowly becomes bigger and more textured, I like seeing the locks swing and flop as she drops them. It's over quickly, but as she tweaks and primps 09:55 arrives and she suddenly lets two men into the salon. They are seated to the side and as much as I pretend to be oblivious of them, they are doing likewise of me. They look vague similar, one older, are they father and son? Surely it's as embarrassing for men to go for a haircut together as for me to have my hair set? Paula asks me if I would like to have spray, I want the curls to last and I always accept any suggestion she makes so: yes. Next she trims my eyebrows which I always enjoy, even being watched. I'm amazed each time at how short she crops them but how it still looks fine. The cape is removed and as I walk to the desk, I make eye contact with the older gent and there's a very brief acknowledgement.

I walk home the long way to avoid my neighbour, this time successfully. As I walk I anticipate Christine's comments, I hope she mentions wearing a dress again, I could suggest I buy one to try and gauge her reaction. My hair bounces and swings a bit with each stride, I love it. I enter the house and Christine sees me, "Oh, I was wondering if you'd try again." Quick appraisal: "No, it doesn't look natural, you can see barrel curls at the back". With the distraction of the men in the salon, I hadn't properly looked at my hair, she had a point... "It feels great" I reply, touching it, "I bet it does" she agrees. And I leave it at that, nothing about dresses.

I stay in that day, enjoying the sensations and stealing looks in the mirror. It survived the next night, looking a bit scruffy, someone skilful could probably recover it. I wondered if it would survive a 3 mile run and that did kill it.

The next excitement will probably be a body perm but Paula said it needed to be longer for that too. Maybe after that I'll try again with proper curls, it should hold better with a perm.