To Charlene's salon

Andrea remained in a pensive state of self-reflection till ‘she’ and ‘her’ mother arrived at The Look’s entrance, and ‘she’ had a sudden revelation.

“Wait Mommy, the last time the girls saw me I was normal- err, I mean, like a boy. I don’t wanna” – any plans of hanging back or retreating that Andrea was forming were immediately quashed by Charlene dramatically swinging open the door and practically scooping Andrea up and into the beauticians’, announcing their presence with a “Hello, ladies!”.

Everybody in the salon, clients included, greeted her and the young woman in tow.

It didn’t take long for the ditzy blonde bimbo of a receptionist (and one of Andrew’s previous sexual conquests), Vicki, to point out the obvious.

“Ooh, like who’s your friend?”

Charlene decided to make an announcement.

“Ladies, this here is my daughter, Andrea!”

“Ooh, like totally nice to meet you! Wait a minute… I thought you had a son, Charlene”, Vicki dimly enquired.

“I did”, Charlene replied with a smirk shared by the rest of the salon as Vicki looked upwards while she computed the information.

After a good while it finally clicked for Vicki and she shouted, “Oh wow! Congratulations Andrew! I mean Andrea, sorry!”.

With the cat out of the bag, everybody cheered and applauded, most of the stylists ceasing their work to crowd around their colleague’s freshly-outed ‘transgender daughter’, showering Andrea in compliments and praise with many uses of the words, ‘cute’, ‘brave’, and ‘adorable’.

Andrea meanwhile just nodded and gave out one word thanks as ‘her’ face glowed as red as a stop light.

‘She’ wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing’ ‘her’ mother telling everybody ‘she’ was a girl, or all the demeaning fawning the women were giving ‘her’.

“Don’t let those doe eyes fool you, she’s an even bigger minx then I was at her age”, Andrea proudly remarked.

Andrea could only protest with a “Moooomm!”, as the stylists cheered and laughed.

“Ya know, I always thought you’d make a cute girl! We totally need to hang! Ooh, can I be her stylist, Charlene? I’ve been practising and you said I could have my own chair soon”, Vicki begged, and after a faux muse, Charlene replied, “I don’t see why not. She can be your first client. You two already know each other and you’re so alike already I’m sure you’ll become besties in no time”.

“Omigawd, yay!”, Vicki squealed in delight, as Andrea pretended to be enthused.

‘Great, now I bet I’ll have to spend time with her. God I hate hanging out with chicks I banged, they always get so clingy. I mean, she was like a monster in the sack, but she never ever shut the hell up!’, Andrew thought.