CHAPTER 1

I’d had a few relationships through high school, college and for a year or two after graduating. They slowly tapered off as I developed my own internet marketing business. It was long hours and I spent it pretty much completely alone in an office that I rented. Heck, my office was by a door near the rear entrance to the building so I couldn’t even tell you who was next door. The lack of social contact didn’t bother me, my business was very successful. I could buy pretty much anything I wanted … great home entertainment system, secluded home on a couple of acres just out of town, a few long weekends to Vegas, NY, LA.

I hadn’t spent much time thinking about relationships until the day that I saw Debi again. Oh, that wonderful day that would change my life forever.

It was late on a Tuesday night. I had just left the office after a several hours getting caught up with my clients by e-mail. It was about 1 a.m. as I wandered into Walmart to pickup some blank DVD’s. Walking back toward the Electronics section, I spied a woman stuck with fixing a display in the girl’s department. She had the most beautiful, long dark, curly hair cascading over her blue Walmart smock. “Damn nice,” I thought, “what a waste to have something like that working here.”

At that moment the woman turned around. It was Debi. I had not seen her in the ten years since we graduated from high school back in the Northeast. She had gone from being an ugly duckling type back then to being drop dead gorgeous now, even considering that she was working in Walmart. She looked at me with that “I know you from some place” look. I really wanted to just turn around, solitude is nice once you get used to it, but I felt bound to say something.

“Um, hi, Debi?” I said with such elegance (not).

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

I thought I had missed my chance turn away now. She probably had not even seen me. It was probably my imagination. Anyway, too late now.

I had to explain how we’d gone to the same high school and had been in an English class together. It was rather awkward. Eventually, she remembered. We then proceeded to have a nice conversation. I asked her what had made her move 1,000+ miles from the Northeast. Turns out she married after the junior college she had attended. When her husband was transferred, of course she moved with him. About a year ago, she had found him screwing around, and divorced him. Her attorney messed up badly and she ended up with almost nothing. Thus, she said the job at Walmart.

I asked her what she had majored in at her college. She said computer programming. I said she ought to be able to find something with that. She scoffed saying, any interview she could get wanted more recent experience and a 4-year degree. Then I had an idea.

“Debi,” I said. “I have a business that does internet marketing. It’s been growing pretty quickly, and I have been looking for someone with computer experience to bring in. Would you be interested?”

Really, I hadn’t been looking. But I knew I could financially afford to bring her on board. It would be worth it to have something that beautiful to look at. She’d be like one of the toys I bought.

She looked at me for a long moment. I felt her eyes run up and down me, sizing me up. At last she said, “OK.”

We made arrangements for her to start the next Monday.

CHAPTER 2

It had been a month since Debi had started with me. She surprised me with how quickly she picked up on things. She was already doing things I thought it would take many months for someone to get. She was just about to the point where she could have done the business by herself.

But it was tough sometimes having her around. There was more than one time I couldn’t get up from my desk without having it be obvious that I was enjoying looking at her from the back. I had set up her desk so that she was sitting in front of me with that beautiful mane there for me to behold.

I asked her to dinner a few times. No pressure, just to talk about what we were doing or something like that. But she was always busy. She never said what. She just indicated that she was going home to her apartment.

One late Friday night after a day particularly full of hard-ons, she had left the office a couple of hours earlier and I was just finishing up for the day. She had put a picture on her desk that she’d had taken beside the new car she had bought the week before. (I’d given her a couple of week’s advance pay so she could afford the down payment.) And did she even look sumptuous in that picture!

I decided to give myself a treat before I shut down for the night. Besides, she was long gone for the day.

I sat down at her desk in front of the picture and pulled my member out of my pants and began to play with myself. It didn’t take long until I was gushing into the napkins I’d saved from that day’s Chinese take-out. It felt so good … until I heard a voice behind me.

“Hmm. I was right. You really do want to be with me.”

Absolute horror. Unheard by me, Debi had come back to the office. I quickly noted her purse that she had forgotten when she left still sitting on the desk. Damn. I turned toward her slowly, wank still in hand.

“I think you need to see me tomorrow. I want you at this address at 10 am.” She bent over my desk, wrote an address on my message pad. Watching her, even in my current position, I could feel my self getting excited again already.

She handed the address to my free hand and picked up her purse. She smiled gently, “Be there,” and with a smirk she added, “I think you’ll enjoy this.” Then she left.

CHAPTER 3

It was with a great degree of trepidation on Saturday morning that I drove up to the house that was at the address that Debi had given me. She had caught me tossing off in front of her picture. But then again she had said, “I think you’ll enjoy this.” Maybe it was a bit kinky, but I thought that maybe this would get me into her temple with the beautiful brown fur.

I timed my arrival for exactly 10am. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After what seemed like an eternity, it opened. But it wasn’t Debi. A short girl with large breasts and shoulder length, very curly blonde hair looked at me and giggled. “You must be Debi’s.” She grabbed my hand and led me into the living room. On the couch was a tall, slender girl with straight black hair pulled back in a ponytail and all the way down to her butt. She had a rather pale complexion, not goth, but she did have a bit of that look. Kinda sexy I thought.

The blond sat on the couch with the black haired girl. I headed toward the chair next to them, but the blond said, “No, stand there. We want to take a look at you. Stacie, I think Debi has chosen a fine one.”

That made me feel good. I suddenly felt that maybe it was the best thing to have had Debi catch me jerking off.

“I’m Caren, and this is Stacie.” The blonde said.

“I’m –“ I started before I was cut off.

“Of course you are.” Said Caren. “We’re friends of Debi’s. She wanted us to see you first.”

Stacie called out, ”Debi, I think this one will do nicely.”

I looked toward the doorway to the kitchen and saw Debi enter the room. Dressed in a tight T-shirt and jeans. (Suddenly there was tightness in my pants too.)

“You really think so girls?” Debi asked.

“It will take some work, but we’ve made those plans already.” Stacie replied.

“Okay then.” Debi turned to me. “It became obvious to me last night what I’d already suspected. But if you do want to be with me, there will be certain rules.”

I thought, “be with her.” Okay!!! I said, “Sure, Debi, whatever you’d like.”

She smiled as I heard Caren stifle a laugh. “Well, then. Caren is a secretary in a law firm and a notary. I’ve had her draw up a little something that will keep everything on the up and up.”

“Up,” I thought. It’s already up.

Stacie pulled out some kind of document, a contract it looked like and handed it to me.

“If you would like to be with me, you will sign that. If you choose not to sign, you will never be allowed to see me again.”

“Where do I sign?” I quickly asked, guided by the thinking in my other head.

“You don’t care to read it?” Debi asked wryly.

“Debi if it means that I can be with you, it doesn’t matter much.” I took the pen that Stacie offered me and quickly signed and dated.

“Very well. You must understand that you must do everything that I ask you to do like it says in the contract without question.” I nodded as Debi paused. “Good.” Debi signed the document. “Stacie for your witness signature.” Stacie signed. “And Caren, you can make it official.”

Caren filled in the notary portion and applied her notary stamp. Somehow to me it sounded like it had an extra loud and deep thud. The contract, whatever it was, was now official.

Debi turned to Caren and Stacie, “Girls, there is so much to do. And we have just enough time to get to our first appointment.

“Come now.” Debi rose and motioned for me to follow her. I didn’t know what would be next, but I was so happy to be with Debi, it didn’t matter.

CHAPTER 4

As we drove in her car, it was very quiet. I did not know quite what to say. And when I did try to start a conversation, Debi deflected it. After a while we pulled into a strip mall. Debi turned to me as we parked.

“I’ll give you one chance to back out,” she said.

“Why would I? Debi, I just want to be with you, no matter what.”

“No matter what,” she repeated. “Okay, then. Take this.” She handed me a small envelope. “Do not open this until I tell you.”

We got of the car and walked along the sidewalk in front of the stores. Debi opened one of the doors and motioned for me to enter. It was a beauty shop. As soon as we entered Debi whispered to me to sit and open the envelope. There were about five or six women waiting and I took the one free chair.

Debi went over to the counter at the other end of the entrance. I suddenly got excited thinking that I would have the opportunity to watch her getting her hair done. Remembering the envelope, I took my eyes off Debi’s cute butt at the counter and took out the folded note. Remembering the envelope, I took my eyes off Debi’s cute butt at the counter and took out the folded note.

“For you to be with me, we need to make a few minor adjustments. Please do not worry about them. I am putting you in good hands here. Just relax and enjoy the morning. And above all, don’t ask any questions. The ladies here are great at what they do, so just let them do their thing. Just tell them you want them to do everything to you that was arranged. You’ll enjoy it. Remember, no questions.”

“Come here.” I heard Debi call me.

As I approached the counter she indicated to the lady standing next to her and continued, “This is Joelle, she will be taking care of you today. She knows exactly what you want.”

I looked at Debi with a confused look. Her glare made me quickly realize that this was part of the not asking, so I said, “Great, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands, Joelle.” To which Debi smiled.

“It will take about three hours, can you pick her up then.” Joelle asked Debi. Did she say … probably my imagination, or in a place like this that is what Joelle would deal with all day.

“I’ll see you then.” Debi told Joelle, and I watched Debi turn and leave the salon.

“Are you ready to head back to my station?” Joelle asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I said now feeling apprehension about my fate.

CHAPTER 5

“You’re so lucky to have someone like Debi to help you through this,” said Joelle as she draped a pink satin cape over me.

As I heard the click of the snap around my neck, I replied, “Yes, Debi really has been great, so go ahead and do everything she told you to do to me.”

“I hoped you’d say that. She did ask me to add a few surprises too.” Joelle paused and smiled, “Oh, this is so fun for me, too. It’s not something I get to do every day. You just sit there and relax, honey, while I do your transformation.”

That last word scared me a bit, but I felt calmed by this confident professional with long, thick brunette hair that looked like it had never seen a curler. She began by brushing my hair. Everything was so relaxing that I didn’t even hear it as she wheeled a cart beside me and started to affix something to my scalp. Slowly, I came to see her in the mirror placing extensions in my hair.

Seeing what must have been a confused look on my face, she said, “These will give you the shoulder length look you wanted.”

“But they go pretty well below my shoulders,” I observed.

“That’s because the spiral perm you want will make it much shorter. This type of extension can be permed with your natural hair.”

Spiral perm? My mind raced. Spiral perm? How could a guy go out in public with a spiral perm? I thought about getting up and running out. I could escape, run away and forget about all this.

“You are going to look so beautiful with a shoulder length poodle perm. It will be so soft and feminine … just like you wanted.”

“Yes, just like I want,” I repeated as I felt myself settling back. This is what Debi wanted for me. I watched Joelle work on my hair as with each extension that she added, she made me more and more into the person that Debi wanted. Somehow that felt right.

CHAPTER 6

It was the strangest feeling, having Joelle put the long winding rods in my hair (well my hair and the extensions that she had added). As she finished making my head a mass of pretty colored curlers, I watched her prepare the perm solution. As she was just about to apply it, I said, “I guess this is the point of no return now.”

Joelle placed a hand softly on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, “There’s no going back now, honey.” With that she began to squirt the cool solution over my entire head, soaking each curler to a permed ringlet. The feeling was so relaxing and exciting. I felt myself reveling in the sensation.

After Joelle had expended every drop of solution, she covered all of the curlers with a plastic bag and leaned the beauty chair back.

“It will take about 40 minutes for that to set,” she said as she looked carefully at my face. “Just enough time for me to take care of those horribly male eyebrows.”

I should have been alarmed, but with her calming voice, all I said was, “Oh, yes Joelle, please do.”

She smiled. I think she knew then that I was completely under her spell. “You’re so much going to like how Debi asked me to do your brows. She thought a really high, thin arch, like a surprised little girl, would look great on you. I told her that I could just do a waxing so you could see if you liked it, but she knew you would, so we’ll go straight with electrolysis.” Joelle smiled warmly at me. “You’ll never have to worry about having eyebrows that look like a guy’s ever again.”

I felt myself smile as I looked back into her eyes. All I could say was, “Okay.”

As Joelle leaned over me working to permanently change my eyebrows, her long hair would periodically rub against me. Since she had reclined the chair, and the sensation of her hair touching me cause me to have an immense hard on, it became obvious through the pink nylon cape.

“We’re going to have to do something about that,” she said, “but first I want you to take a look at this.”

Joelle, brought the beauty chair to the upright position. In the mirror, the person I saw did look like a surprised girl because of the high arched eyebrows. I saw Joelle smiling beside me. “What do you think?”

I didn’t want to disappoint her, since she obviously was pleased with her work. “Very nice job I said.” I paused a moment and asked, “How long will it take for them to grow back.”

“They won’t, silly. All you’ll ever have to do with them is maybe add a little eyebrow pencil to make the way they arch stand out a little more and come back for a touch-up every now and then.”

CHAPTER 7

Soon it was time for Joelle to remove the curlers from my hair. I felt anticipation as she removed the plastic bag, swiveled the chair around and leaned me back to begin rinsing off the curlers. The warm water felt so good, as I still breathed in the last of the sweet smell of the perm solution.

Shortly Joelle sat me up and turned the chair, and I saw myself in the mirror. All the tight curls as she ran her fingers through them. “What do you think?” She asked.

“Wow, there are a lot of curls, aren’t there? It’s interesting the difference in color between the extensions you put in and my hair.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m not nearly done with you yet. Debi said you wanted deep chocolate colored hair with loads of golden chunks. So that’s what I’m going to do. We have some new dye that we can use on newly permed hair.” Joelle paused. “That is what you want, isn’t it, hon?”

I remembered my agreement with Debi. There was no way out of it now anyway. “Of course.”

Over the next hour or so, I watched Joelle dye my hair deep brown and then put a cap on me and pull out big sections that she painted with another liquid. While she waited for that to take effect, she brought a young girl over to me.

“This is Nancy. She just joined us from beauty school as a nail tech. I though she could practice on you, no charge. I know Debi didn’t request this, but I thought you’d like it.”

“Um, okay.” I looked at Nancy, she couldn’t have been more than 18, but she did look like someone that was really into what she did.

“Joelle told me what she’s doing for you, and I think it way cool. It will be really fun to do your nails. I think some really soft pink polish on long acrylics would make you look like totally feminine and all. Some nice tips too. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” Nancy then proceeded to sit down and do my nails.

“I think it’s great that you’re doing this. My boyfriend would never let me do his nails, but I’ve really wanted to do it on a guy like forever.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, I know you’re not like a real guy, I mean not like my boyfriend or anything. He wouldn’t even ever step inside a salon. But I’m happy you’re here so I can at least say that I had a client like you to do,” she rambled on. “So like, do you date guys and stuff?”

“No.” I felt uncomfortable but there was no place to go while the frosting on my hair was doing its thing.

“I think it’s just great that you could come in here and have Joelle do you like this. You look sooo good with that long poodle perm. I know that poodle perms have been so out for years, but they’re so feminine and its way great on you. And Joelle’s wonderful. By the time she’s done with you today, no one will ever know you used to be a guy.”

After what seemed like an eternity of Nancy going on and on, she finally finished just as Joelle returned.

“Do you like them?” I looked down to Nancy’s work. I really hadn’t been watching what she was doing. I had been too busy becoming addicted to her way of going on and on with her perky breasts moving about as she rambled. Nancy had done an outstanding job, at least as far as I knew about how nails should be done.

“Way cool.” I said in a vernacular I thought she could understand.

“She’s ready for you again, Joelle.” Nancy said. After hearing Nancy go on about me in a salon, hearing here refer to me as “she” didn’t have as much of an impact.

“Thank you, Nancy. I’ll finish up with her frosting now.”

Nancy left and Joelle continued making me less recognizable as a guy, the type that Nancy had as a boyfriend anyway.

In a short while Joelle had finished her wonderful work on my hair. I had a very full, very curly do that was a deep chocolate brown with load of golden chunks.

“Just a couple of more things and you’ll be ready for Debi to pick you up.” Joelle said as she brought over a cart with make-up and proceeded to do my face with pink lipstick, matching the nail polish Nancy had used on me. She also put on blush, mascara, eyeliner, and I didn’t even know what else. At last she brought something over to me that looked like a gun type of contraption.

“Time for your ears.” I looked back dumbfounded. “You can’t wear the hoop earrings and studs that you want with out letting me pierce your ears.

“Yes, please go ahead.” I thought this would hurt, and it did. Three holes in each ear. Joelle put about a 3-inch hoop earring and two diamond looking studs in each ear.

Joelle looked at me and smiled, and then she then turned me toward the mirror. I was ravishing. If I saw a woman looking like I did, I’d want to do her right there. My hard-on protruded in my pants as Joelle removed the pink satin cape from me.

“Debi might want to do something about that.” Joelle said as I saw her looking at my lap.

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure Debi will take care of it.”

I sure hoped so, and so she would. Only at that time, I did not yet know the methods that she would use.

Joelle led me back to the front of the salon where Debi was waiting for me.

“Thank you, Joelle,” she said. “Now for you.” Debi turned to me and motioned for me to lower my head.

I did and felt the most wonderful sensation as the soft curls played around my neck, face and newly pierced ears. Then I felt Debi put something around my neck. As she put her hand on my chin and lifted my head, I saw that she had put a collar and leash on me.

She led me from the salon. Little did I know that this was just the beginning.