At the salon

Sarah spent a lot of time over the next few days planning this prank. Aaron would be wearing a VERY fitted cocktail dress, one that would require a corset to fit into. She added some panties that were extra small to help hide his masculinity. She also added other items for this outfit: stockings to attach to the corset’s garters, a push up bra, falsies, heels, accessories... A key part of her plan was that she added a small purse and wallet. She would take her father’s ID and leave him only her mom’s, so unless he stripped, he’d have a very tough time convincing anyone he actually was a he! She’d take his keys, too, so it would be a long, awkward goodnight at the door. It was perfect. She was ready. If this all worked, Aaron would be oozing sex appeal and Ted would be all over him. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

Saturday FINALLY rolled around. Sarah played one last card with her father. “Look, I know it’s kind of embarrassing, but maybe mom’s clothes would look better than what you normally wear.”

Aaron looked at her, and looked at the discarded clothing. “Do you think...”

“Does it matter?” Sarah asked. “It’s a makeover. If they tag you as ‘girly boy’ a makeover implies they’d make you into an anti-girly boy.. a man’s man.”

“A man’s man. I like that.” Aaron said. Maybe you’re right,” he said, tentatively.

“Of course I am,” Sarah said, handing Aaron some slacks. “Here, these aren’t too bad. Maybe with this.” She handed him a blouse. “And dad..” Sarah said, sadly, “Your underwear is kinda ratty. I doubt they’d worry about it but...” she held out some granny panties. “They look manly enough, don’t they?”

“Maybe...” Aaron said.

“It’s not like you have a lot of selection, Dad..”

“Ok. Ok,” Aaron capitulated, taking the panties. He disappeared into the bedroom and emerged looking.... like a woman who’s lost touch with her femininity, her sensuality, what’s fashionable. Like a woman in **** need of a makeover.

“Perfect,” Sarah said, smiling at her planned prank. “That sets a bar for what needs to be improved.

“To the makeover?” she asked.

“To the makeover!” Aaron said, confidently.

“I’ll drive,” Sarah said, trying hard not to smirk

“Great,” Aaron said. “I’m kinda nervous as it is, so your driving would be welcome.”

“Let’s go then! Time’s awastin’!” Sarah said with a wink.

They drove pretty much in silence. Sarah turned on the radio to sing to hide her huge smile. This was going to be epic if she could pull it off. Wait until she got incriminating pictures....

The pulled up outside the salon. “The Belle Époque?” Aaron asked.

“It’s a European based business, Dad. Don’t be so judgmental!” Sarah said, kicking herself for not thinking more about that particular wrinkle.

Aaron shrugged. “OK...”

“I’ll be back to pick you up later. Enjoy yourself!” Sarah said. She hugged her dad, got back in the car, and drove off.

Aaron walked in the front door and was greeted by two women in smocks. One was seated behind the counter and one was standing in front of it, chatting with the seated woman.

“Hi! Welcome to The Belle Époque!”The seated woman, obviously the receptionist, said. “How May we help you?”

“Hello,” Aaron said, softly. Regardless of what Sarah said, this was kind of embarrassing. To have to go to a consultant to be butched up....

“I should have an appointment. My daughter set it up. Aaron Fletcher?”

The recptionust consulted a scheduling caldendar. “Yep. Erin Fletcher. 2:00. You’re right on time. Let’s get you in the back and get started. We have a lot to get done. If you’ll follow Melissa...”

Melissa parted a curtain in a doorway and motioned for Aaron to head through. He did. “Melissa? A word, please?”

Melissa leaned over and the receptionist said in a whisper, “This client is tagged as a possible complainer. Be patient, she really needs a makeover! Just look at her!”

Melissa nodded and retiurned to Aaron’s side, guiding him through the curtain and down a hallway.

“We’ll just get you changed so we can start your makeover. Nervous?”

“A little. I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

“We all need help from time to time to look our best, Erin,” Melissa said, thinking this poor woman really had let herself go. But there was a very decent foundation for the salon to work with. She was sure that the salon could work magic on Erin and make her stunning. But it would take time. And the clock was ticking to get her ready in time for her date.

She led Aaron to a changing room. “Please go in and undress. There’s a robe on a hook in there. Leave your underpants on, but remove everything else. Come out in the robe when you’re done.” Melissa smiled and opened the door for him.

“Strip?” Aaron asked.

“I’m afraid it’s necessary,” Melissa said, “we ask all our clients to do this.”

Aaron shrugged. “When in Rome..”

He went into the changing room and removed his clothes. He hoped the panties he had on were butch enough. He put on the black terry cloth robe hanging on the back of the door. It was short. Mid thigh. That seemed odd to him. Maybe it was a European thing? Opening the door and peeked through the crack, he asked, “Melissa? Is this robe supposed to be this short?”

“Yep,” She said smiling. “Again, all our clients wear them. They’re pretty popular. Many actually buy one to take home.”

Aaron figured that there was a segment of society that possibly could like the robe. He then seemed to recall seeing something about guy porn stars off camera wearing robes like this. And European men. He accepted having to wear the robe, but he didn’t like it. He timidly stepped out into the hallway.

“Your things will be safe in the dressing room,” Melissa told him. “Now let’s get started.

She led him back to a row of salon chairs in front of sinks. “We’ll start by giving your hair a good wash. And I’ll leave you in Dianne’s capable hands. You’ll look fantastic when you leave here!”

“Perfect!” Aaron said. “Thank you!”

Melissa walked back the way they come. Dianne patted the seat of the chair. “Let’s go, Erin!” She said in a happy tone. “Looks like there’s a lot we need to get done, so hop on up here and we’ll get started.”

John sat down in the chair, feeling somewhat exposed by the robe. Dianne snapped a cape around Aaron's neck, positioned it over him, leaned him back and began washing his hair.

It felt wonderful to Aaron. He sighed with pleasure. It had been too long since he felt something this good.

“Could you give me a big toothy grin, Erin?” Dianne asked looking down at him.

“Sure!” Aaron gave her a goofy grin showing his teeth.

“Thank you,” Dianne said. She stepped away from the sink for a second and walked over to another woman. “Liz? Yeah, we should probably whiten Erin’s teeth. They’re kind of...dull.”

“On it!” Liz said.

Dianne went back to Aaron and returned to washing his hair.

“They’re that bad?” He asked.

“Nothing that can’t be fixed,” Dianne said, smiling. “Now let’s get you ready!”