One without any particular style

You picked a parlor, which didn't looked like it was for any particular style. In it sat two women and three girls getting their hair and make-up done. They looked quite normal, just like normal people and not like busty, cock-hungry feminized boys like in one other parlor.

"Hello, welcome to my salon." A beautiful woman with short brown hair greeted you as entered. "How can I help you?"

"Uhm, I'm here to ... get a ... wax." You replied feeling nervous and out of place. It didn't feel right to ask and be there. You were a boy and both the place and thing you wanted were clearly for girls.

"No problem, miss." The beautician replied. "Sir?" She corrected herself noticing how uneasy you felt to her calling you miss. The sir made you feel a little more at ease, which she saw right away. "There are a lot of people like you coming here to get their arms or legs waxed." She smiled at you, which made you feel even more at ease. "Please take a seat." She pointed to an empty chair in the middle of a row of hairdresser chairs. You sat down on it. "My name is Stacy. And you?"

"I'm Alex." You told her your name.

"Nice to meet you, Alex." She smiled some more at you. "Your first time in a parlor?" You nodded. "Good, then feel at ease. I'm just here to help you, not to do something with you you don't want. OK?" Again you nodded. "Good. You said you wanted a wax. What part do you want to get waxed? Your arms? Or your legs?"

You hesitated, but with a low voice told her. "Everything." Stacy looked totally surprised, so you added: "All these hair on me feels really disgusting, so I want to get rid of it."

"All of it?" Stacy asked still surprised.

You nodded. "All except my head hair and neat, elegant eyebrows, just like yours."

"O...K..." Stacy said processing your wish with a puzzled look on her face.

"Can't you do it?" You asked fearing your wish couldn't be fulfilled.

"No, no, there is no problem with it." Stacy corrected. "I was just a little surprised, that's all." You felt at ease as she told you. "Ok, so a full body-wax, right?" You nodded in agreement. "Good, then I need you ID, so I can put the costs of it on your check."

"Oh, right." You took your ID out of your pants and gave it to her. Stacy was totally surprised as she saw it. "Something wrong?" You asked.

"No, no, everything right." She quickly took your ID. She clearly sounded quite nervous, but you didn't knew why. She turned around to walk to the register. "I'll be right back."