Lorijo on Becoming a Girl 101

by: Lorijo Baily

 

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.

The chair came up and Jenny combed out the newly colored hair. She carefully combed and stroked the freshly colored and washed hair until the ends where flat on my back. I felt the scissors cutting and noticed about an inch or more of wet hair falling to the floor. Soon she pulled a crop of hair forward and let it hang over my face. Then her hand came up and snipped vees in the hair until jagged bangs hung over my forehead.

"I think we can dry you and comb out your new look. It is a classic blunt with bangs so it should look very cute on you."

She turned me toward the mirror and began using the blow dryer and brush. I watched as the darker wet hair soon began turning to golden blondes and cinnamon browns. The colors were wonderfully feminine and the drying hair smelled of sweet flowers from the conditioner.

Jenny used the brush to backcomb the bangs. They poofed out and hung down on my face in shaggy wisps. She pulled the back of my hair up and let it slowly cascade in waves of silky blonde. The hair glistened and looked so very feminine. As she prepared the hair for final presentation I felt myself becoming aroused. Seeing myself with such a girly head of hair excited all that was feminine inside inspiring my deepest desires.

"All done, Hon! How do you like it?"

Jenny’s words startled me. I was finished and now it was time to leave the salon as a new blonde in mens clothes. I would have to walk through the mall with my new girl hair for all to see, and there was no mistaking that my hair looked feminine.

I stuttered saying I liked it and rose from the chair to pay. Jenny smiled and told me I looked cute. The tone of her voice told me she meant it, and for a moment I accepted the compliment as one girl would from another. It was a good feeling; a feminine feeling that came from more than just dressing the part.

I paid Jenny and thanked her. She told me to come back and see her if I wanted, and that she could help me with eyes and makeup if I wanted.

I departed the salon into the maze of people in the mall. My hair flowed as I walked brushing my face and neck but I didn’t try and hide it. The hair felt and smelled wonderfully feminine. I was aware of looks but just kept walking toward the parking lot. A child’s voice from the crowd remarked to the mother, "look mama, a girl boy." I could hardly wait to get home and put on a dress and makeup.

I immediately stripped once inside. Before dressing I began shaving my entire body. I wanted the new me to feel all the sensations of the clothing on my skin. Before dressing I sat before the mirror and applied makeup and lipstick as I had done many times before. Then I dressed. First came a black wonder bra with matching bikini panty. Then I slid on to my smooth legs lightly smoky thigh high stockings with lace tops. The dress I selected was a black babydoll type. It had thin support straps, a low back, and fell to mid-thigh. The black color showed off my new hair in a very sexy fashion, and my bare shoulders and back allowed me to feel the hair move on my skin as I walked.

At this moment, I realized the dressing would no longer be enough. I needed more and wanted to be feminized. I wanted to be shemale. I wanted to change my life and live as a girl.

For the next four hours I walked around the apartment trying to perfect a girl walk while talking in a girl voice. I constantly looked at my hair and swished my head to feel the silky soft hair on my body. I told myself over and over that I was girl until I believed the words.

The next day was Sunday and the mall salon opened at eleven. I picked up the phone and called. I asked for Jenny. She remembered me. I shyly asked if I could come in today and take her up on the eye and makeup treatment. She told me to be there at one.

I didn’t want to dress totally like a guy so I selected a pair of jeans and a blouse I had bought some time ago. It was a wrap blouse that tied on the side. I dressed and looked in mirror. At a glance I could be mistaken for a girl without boobs. The blouse was unmistakably feminine but the hair made it nearly totally convincing. The long soft blonde hair and fluffy bangs softened every feature that was male.

I departed for the mall. When I entered I remembered my walking practice and began shifting my hips as I walked to give my rear that little wiggle. When shifting my weight just a little to one side my hip would thrust slightly causing everything to move. My hair swished from side to side with each step as I slowly walked to the salon. Nobody stared at me this time. I just seemed to blend in.

I entered and Jenny was waiting. She sat me down in a chair at the end of the salon. Her hand quickly grabbed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail.

"There! Now we can see to work on those eyes."

She stood in front and began plucking eyebrows. Then when finished she stepped aside for me to see. They were thin brown lines and slightly arched over each eye. Next, she curled each eyelash before applying mascara. Then came liner and eye blush. When she finished my eyes under the blonde bangs popped and softened my entire face.

"Would you like me to do more? Your skin is nice a smooth today so I could put on some makeup to blend with your eyes."

I nodded yes and she began rubbing on foundation. Then came toner and finally blush. The transformation was wonderful. I just sat and stared at my pretty girly face. Without asking, Jenny put on lip liner and then a pink shimmer wet look lipstick. Her hand untied the ponytail. She brushed my hair so it fell around my face and caressed the soft colors on my face.

I couldn’t move. Jenny had control of me and I loved it. She continued by opening her purse and taking out a perfume spray. I felt her spray each ear with the most fragrant feminine scent. Next she took an electric clipper and proceeded to clip my arm hairs. The hair on my arms was not long, but her trim job removed all but a fine fuzz.

"You want to be feminine don’t you? I think that is sweet, and I think you are sweet. What do you want me to call you?"

I looked up at her smiling face and said, "I’d like to be called Lorijo."

"Well Miss Lorijo, if you would like I would very much like to help you with more progress. I too have a secret ambition. I have always thought about taking a guy and turning him into a real girly girl. Are you interested?"

I didn’t have to think long before answering yes. My heart again pounded with excitement. The offer of having a female help me progress was so exciting.

I left the salon looking so feminine that when I saw my reflected image in store glass I would stop and stare. I noticed others looking at me too, but not looking as they had before. They saw my long blonde hair and a face made up by Jenny to look cute and feminine. They saw my deliberate walk and how my butt moved in the tight jeans I wore. But there was more. They saw me having a new confidence in myself as being a girl. I believed I was so they believed. I felt it with each step, and I constantly moved my head to let my hair swish for those who noticed. People notice hair, and the prettier your hair is the more they look.

 

 

 

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