The Mall
Part 2
The first stop was no surprise. Actually I would have been disappointed if the
dare had not involved a visit to a beauty shop. This one was just down the hall
from the VS store. Typical for these places it featured a row of chairs down
each side of the shop with sinks, makeup counters, and dryers scattered about.
There were only a few people in the place including a very cute young lady at
the front desk.
She looked up as I entered the shop and only made it as far as the mounds trying
to escape from my sweater. She made a funny face, was she jealous? When she
looked up and saw that I was male ... well if looks could kill! It was an
uncomfortable silence.
"May I please speak with Trish" I said, trying to ignore the gawking look from
the receptionist.
"She's back in her office, one moment please." With a giggle she was off into
the back, but not before another look and my bust and scowl.
The receptionist came back with a lady I assumed was Trish. Mid thirties, slim
build, almost athletic, quite pretty. Not surprisingly she was very well dressed
and had beautiful makeup and well styled hair. She looked like she had a lot of
hair pulled up in a bun. Too bad, I like long hair, and wondered just how long
it was.
"How can I help you", she started and then she saw mounds. She gasped and then
noticing 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 that
would take me a long time to figure out. She went on about that bitch this, and
that bitch that, and she's kidding right, and you're not serious, and you
wouldn't dare! It lasted a good minute and caught both me and the receptionist
off guard. Finally, she finished with "follow me" and we walked to the back
room. My giggling tits got a few looks as my thin lacy bra tried to hold them
in. It was a losing battle.
We entered a small back room that had a private sink, vanity, and chair. She
indicated 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 to
leave, she started again.
"You can't be serious?" and before I could answer she added "There is no way I'm
going to lose, so why not save us both the bother and just leave now. If you
don't, well ... in an hour you won't dare show your face out there. So, how
about it, ready to call it quits?"
I was a bit taken aback. I really didn't know what she was going on about. I
just wanted to go through with the dare and get my prize. There was obviously
something else going on but it really wasn't any of by business. At least I
didn't think so.
"Rose didn't tell me anything, just to come here for 1 hour, so I'm here. Threat
or no threat I'm not leaving ... so there." I said it with my best little girl
pout, 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's
call her?" Like I had a choice. Janet turned out to be the receptionist. After
arranging some cover at the front desk she came back and actually gasped and
giggled as Trish filled her in. She told Janet that I was out on a little dare
form a friend of her's and it was there job to do my hair, face, and nails so
gaudy 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 just
going nuts on a client. Trish was giving her that chance. But first she wanted
help 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 shifted
and looked awful. "We'll fix that" said Trish as Janet began to run water in the
sink.
I was kind of hoping for a long wig, the longer the better, but oh no Trish had
other ideas. She had Janet blow and brush it out with highlights added and a
little color to get a certain look. While Janet was busy there Trish pulled the
stuff from my bra and started shaving around my nipples. The both giggled at my
reaction. Then she picked up some adhesive they use for the acrylic nails, and
just 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 a little X in the center back of each. Stretching
them open she dropped a little glue in each. The she painted my nipple with the
same glue. While it got tacky she painted the outside edge of the main silicon
breast cups. When all was ready she stretched the inserts at the X and slipped
them over my nipples. They pinched, but not too bad. I've got nipple clips at
home that are nastier than that, or so I thought. Then she covered the inserts
with the cups and pressed them on till the glue set. "There, they'll stay put
now, and just you wait" I didn't understand the significance of that last
statement until later.
About this time Janet finished my hair to Trish's satisfaction and set to the
task that she really enjoyed. The only direction Trish gave was "Make sure they
are too long". "Too long for what?" asked Janet. "Just make sure he's helpless
when your done." Janet liked that I could tell.
As Janet set to work on my nails Trish started on makeup. With my head back I
couldn't see what Janet was doing, but I heard lots of humming a giggles from
her. Trish mean while was all business. She added very long false lashes, lots
of stuff on my face and eyes. After some time Janet asked "What color are you
going 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 her
nails" More laughs and then back to work.
The hour was almost up when Trish said "ready to look?" With that she spun the
chair around and I got a shock! What I saw was not a man. It was also not a
woman. It was a man trying very hard to look like a cheap hooker! It was the
hair that said it best. Now I understood why no wig. My own hair was a bit
short, 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. The
makeup was summed up best in one word. SLUT. She wasn't kidding about the
lipstick. High gloss, lots of it, and a painted pout that said "I like to
swallow". The eyes were painted to match and the lashes gave me a hint of little
girl cuteness. With a wig I might of been passable, but with the hair I screamed
BOY TOY SLUT.
Then I thought to look at my nails. My god they were incredible. Very long
curves with the same bright red as my lips for color with a gold fleck finish. I
was staring at them when she told me "Oh, I used lots of glue so they won't be
coming off for a while. We can get them off quick now if we hurry, but then it's
a day or two before you can even try." The nails were so long I couldn't do
anything 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. Call
it quits and in 20 minutes you can be on your way, no harm done." Well, it was
all a bit over the top, but I kept thinking back to that outfit and Rose's
promise for a special surprise. "May I have my sweater, please" was my only
reply. Janet handed it too me as Trish went off on another rampage. "You can't
be 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 so
upset, 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 now
very full breast cups were firmly attached with glue to my chest, the very heavy
inserts were only glued to my nipples. When I stood, they shifted and all the
weight was carried by my nipples. I immediately changed my mind about the clips
at home being nastier. And the flimsy lacy bra offered little support, so now as
they giggled I had a continual tugging on my nipples. I looked at Trish and saw
from her look she knew exactly what I had just felt. "Last chance" she said with
a 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 in
there but now everything was a little firmer. The looks from the staff as I left
the shop told me Trish had obtained her goal. It was all definitely too much. It
was just too bad for her that I didn't mind looking like a slut. I was a little
disappointed about the about the hair though. That made me look like someone
trying to get caught, but I already was.
Now I had to careful that noone saw me as I made my way to my second
appointment.
Continued in part III
