Beauty & Spa

You pick the business card form your purse and decide to give it a try. Not only are you mostly certain you're going to enjoy it – getting in touch with your females side has definitely been more pleasant today than you’d admit – it might also help you get along you with your - quest the old woman has given you. No need to put obstacles into your own way just because you're too proud.

You find the beauty salon and hand the woman who greets you with a arm smile welcoming the business card. She nods.

"One of my special cards. You come with a recommendation from my good friends.” She puts a hand on your back. You smell her perfume, just a hint, and look at her. She’s older than you, about the same age as the sales lady who recommended her. She doesn't fit into your idea of her profession, but then again, that idea mostly formed by looking into the cheap nail salons around at the mall or in the amusement districts you frequented. This woman has style. A younger woman takes your shopping bag to a back room and looks at her boss.

“Something to drink….”

Her tone of voice is expectant.

“Lexi”, you answer her unspoken question - the name rolls over your lips ever more easy.

“Lexi. How nice. Juice, Water, coffee, tea?”

“No, thanks.”

"Very well, what can we do for you, today, dear? A haircut?”

She strokes your hair appraisingly.

“Beauty treatment?”

Touches your make–up free face.

“Massage?”

“I…” you're overwhelmed as you are so often, today.

“I don’t know, I've never done this.”

“I had that impression. How about the full all-round welcoming packet. For a special price with your recommendations. Including some free tips and samples to take home. No offence, you’re really pretty. _Really _pretty, but you're a bit of a diamond in the rough, you could make so much more out of yourself!”

You nod.

“Excellent. We start with sauna and a massage! You'll feel like a brand new woman after that and we can smart the fine tuning!”

“Brand new woman” makes you chuckle.

“You have a sauna? I thought this was just a beauty salon, not a spa.”

“We don’t offer that service to all our clients, only to special ones. Regulars or those with recommendation!”

She winks at you and leads you down the stairs in the back to a wood panelled ante room, where she slips out of her dress without a second of hesitation.

You blush as this older, very sexy and fit woman undresses in front of you like it’s nothing. She’s not wearing underwear, her body in tanned without any white lines – not expressibly so in that way some women do who'll later regret it when their skin starts ageing like a turkey in the oven, just lightly bronzed to enhance her natural beauty. Her crotch is crowned by a well trimmed trip the same colour as her hair.

She notices you staring at her and smiles.

“Don't just look at me, that’s unfair, get naked, not need to be ashamed, we’re among women here!”

You nod and blushingly shed off your new clothes and underwear. She returns your appreciative looks and now you feel like a piece of art in an exhibition. Not sure if you like it, but – probably, yes, you do. You've become kinda proud of your new body, it's definitely worth showing off.

She fires up the sauna, a small room with hardly enough space for more than two people and sit besides you as it heats up and get steamy.

The beautician starts to chat you up, which you find a little hard to participate in. You’ve never been too good at small talk, but now that many of the answers you’d give refer to your old life as a man and you have to think them over, you’re even worse as a conversationalist.

“Video Games and Football, huh?”

She chuckles

“Quite the tomboys’ hobbies. I bet you had mostly male friends in school!”

“Uh. Ye… yeah, definitely…”

“Still today?”

“Uhm. Yeah, most of my buddies are guys…”

“Just buddies or friends with benefits?”

You feel the heat rising and are glad you can pretend it’s the sauna doing that.

“I’m… I have… mostly been with women, really…”

“Oh, have you?”

She smiles broadly.

“Well, there’s one hobby we share! So you’re the gay best friend of your guy group, hm?”

You stammer.

“I .. guess..”

You probably will be if you get to your guys in this body. Or do they want more from you, now?

She puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it gently.

“I for one have always been more of a lipstick lesbian… All my friends are women. Many of them straight. Or - they think they’re straight until I set my eyes on them!”

She chuckles. Leans in to you and approaches your lips with hers….