In the mall (sissy femdom story) Part 2

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In the mall (sissy femdom story) Part 2Part 2The first stop was no surprise. Actually I would have been disappointed if thedare had not involved a visit to a beauty shop. This one was just down the hallfrom the VS store. Typical for these places it featured a row of chairs downeach side of the shop with sinks, makeup counters, and dryers s**ttered about.There were only a few people in the place including a very cute young lady atthe front desk.She looked up as I entered the shop and only made it as far as the mounds tryingto escape from my sweater. She made a funny face, was she jealous? When shelooked up and saw that I was male … well if looks could kill! It was anuncomfortable silence.”May I please speak with Trish” I said, trying to ignore the gawking look fromthe receptionist.”She’s back in her office, one moment please.” With a giggle she was off intothe back, but not before another look and my bust and scowl.The receptionist came back with a lady I assumed was Trish. Mid thirties, slimbuild, almost athletic, quite pretty. Not surprisingly she was very well dressedand had beautiful makeup and well styled hair. She looked like she had a lot ofhair pulled up in a bun. Too bad, I like long hair, and wondered just how longit was.”How can I help you”, she started and then she saw mounds. She gasped and thennoticing the VS bag in my hand asked, “Did Rose send you?””Yes, but I don’t know why” was my honest reply. That started a torrent thatwould take me a long time to figure out. She went on about that bitch this, andthat bitch that, and she’s k**ding right, and you’re not serious, and youwouldn’t dare! It lasted a good minute and caught both me and the receptionistoff guard. Finally, she finished with “follow me” and we walked to the backroom. My giggling tits got a few looks as my thin lacy bra tried to hold themin. It was a losing battle.We entered a small back room that had a private sink, vanity, and chair. Sheindicated that I was to sit and then flopped down on a small stool beside me.After excusing the receptionist, who was obviously curious, but knew when toleave, she started again.”You can’t be serious?” and before I could answer she added “There is no way I’mgoing to lose, so canlı bahis why not save us both the bother and just leave now. If youdon’t, well … in an hour you won’t dare show your face out there. So, howabout it, ready to call it quits?”I was a bit taken aback. I really didn’t know what she was going on about. Ijust wanted to go through with the dare and get my prize. There was obviouslysomething else going on but it really wasn’t any of by business. At least Ididn’t think so.”Rose didn’t tell me anything, just to come here for 1 hour, so I’m here. Threator no threat I’m not leaving … so there.” I said it with my best little girlpout, just to piss her off. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that!”Well, we’ll just see” was her reply, “but I’m going to need help. Let’s see…. Janet is perfect. She’s a sweet innocent, but the best with nails. Let’scall her?” Like I had a choice. Janet turned out to be the receptionist. Afterarranging some cover at the front desk she came back and actually gasped andgiggled as Trish filled her in. She told Janet that I was out on a little dareform a friend of her’s and it was there job to do my hair, face, and nails sogaudy that I wouldn’t dare leave the shop looking like that. Simple job really,just over do it.It turned out Janet was the nail girl and had often talked of one day justgoing nuts on a client. Trish was giving her that chance. But first she wantedhelp washing and styling my hair. The first order was to take off my sweater.The poor bra just couldn’t do the job. The silicon boobs and inserts had shiftedand looked awful. “We’ll fix that” said Trish as Janet began to run water in thesink.I was kind of hoping for a long wig, the longer the better, but oh no Trish hadother ideas. She had Janet blow and brush it out with highlights added and alittle color to get a certain look. While Janet was busy there Trish pulled thestuff from my bra and started shaving around my nipples. The both giggled at myreaction. Then she picked up some adhesive they use for the acrylic nails, andjust before putting it on said ” Heh, I got a nasty idea, you won’t like it,sure you aren’t ready to leave” I just winked at her. There was that look again.She took the inserts and cut bahis siteleri a little X in the center back of each. Stretchingthem open she dropped a little glue in each. The she painted my nipple with thesame glue. While it got tacky she painted the outside edge of the main siliconbreast cups. When all was ready she stretched the inserts at the X and slippedthem over my nipples. They pinched, but not too bad. I’ve got nipple clips athome that are nastier than that, or so I thought. Then she covered the insertswith the cups and pressed them on till the glue set. “There, they’ll stay putnow, and just you wait” I didn’t understand the significance of that laststatement until later.About this time Janet finished my hair to Trish’s satisfaction and set to thetask that she really enjoyed. The only direction Trish gave was “Make sure theyare too long”. “Too long for what?” asked Janet. “Just make sure he’s helplesswhen your done.” Janet liked that I could tell.As Janet set to work on my nails Trish started on makeup. With my head back Icouldn’t see what Janet was doing, but I heard lots of humming a giggles fromher. Trish mean while was all business. She added very long false lashes, lotsof stuff on my face and eyes. After some time Janet asked “What color are yougoing to use for lipstick?” Trish smiled as replied “How about Cock Sucker Red”They both laughed at that. Janet countered “Then I’ll use Fuck Me Fusha for hernails” More laughs and then back to work.The hour was almost up when Trish said “ready to look?” With that she spun thechair around and I got a shock! What I saw was not a man. It was also not awoman. It was a man trying very hard to look like a cheap hooker! It was thehair that said it best. Now I understood why no wig. My own hair was a bitshort, and even done up in a very feminine style, it was still had a boyish cut.With all the fluff, color and highlights it looked …. well sissyish. Themakeup was summed up best in one word. SLUT. She wasn’t k**ding about thelipstick. High gloss, lots of it, and a painted pout that said “I like toswallow”. The eyes were painted to match and the lashes gave me a hint of littlegirl cuteness. With a wig I might of been passable, but with the bahis şirketleri hair I screamedBOY TOY SLUT.Then I thought to look at my nails. My god they were incredible. Very longcurves with the same bright red as my lips for color with a gold fleck finish. Iwas staring at them when she told me “Oh, I used lots of glue so they won’t becoming off for a while. We can get them off quick now if we hurry, but then it’sa day or two before you can even try.” The nails were so long I couldn’t doanything with my hands. They were damn near useless. I was like public bondage.They only possible use for nails like that was scratching a man’s back while he…. I was getting hard again and the girls were noticing.”So how about it” Trish added. “You can’t go out there looking like that. Callit quits and in 20 minutes you can be on your way, no harm done.” Well, it wasall a bit over the top, but I kept thinking back to that outfit and Rose’spromise for a special surprise. “May I have my sweater, please” was my onlyreply. Janet handed it too me as Trish went off on another rampage. “You can’tbe serious” and “Look at you , you slut” . “No way can you be seen like that!”She almost seemed to start to cry and I stood up to leave. Why was she soupset, I was the one made up. I still didn’t get it.Then it hit. Actually it wasn’t an it, it was them. You see, although my nowvery full breast cups were firmly attached with glue to my chest, the very heavyinserts were only glued to my nipples. When I stood, they shifted and all theweight was carried by my nipples. I immediately changed my mind about the clipsat home being nastier. And the flimsy lacy bra offered little support, so now asthey giggled I had a continual tugging on my nipples. I looked at Trish and sawfrom her look she knew exactly what I had just felt. “Last chance” she said witha smile.I walked out carefully. I cursed my choice for a lacy little bra this morning.Every step was transmitted directly to my nipples. They still swayed a lot inthere but now everything was a little firmer. The looks from the staff as I leftthe shop told me Trish had obtained her goal. It was all definitely too much. Itwas just too bad for her that I didn’t mind looking like a slut. I was a littledisappointed about the about the hair though. That made me look like someonetrying to get caught, but I already was.Now I had to careful that noone saw me as I made my way to my secondappointment.

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