The Makeover Happens

Dianne finished washing his hair and sat Aaron up. She dried his hair with a towel and then draped the towel over his shoulders. Liz came in with a bottle of champagne and a flute. "Would you like some champagne, Erin?" she asked.

"For real?" Aaron asked, surprised. "Of course!" He accepted the flute and looked warily at Dianne. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," she said with a grin. "Sometimes our makeovers take a while. It helps the clients relax and enjoy themselves."

Aaron shrugged and downed the flute in one go. "Keep it coming then," he winked. Dianne refilled his flute.

“Great. I believe Jean,” that name was obviously a French man’s name, “is ready to do something with that hair of yours.” Aaron gave her a thumbs up as he sipped at his champagne.

He was led to a salon chair with a ruggedly handsome man in a black silk shirt standing by it. “Bonjour!” The man said.

Dianne said something in French. Jean replied, also in French. “He doesn’t speak much English, Erin. But he’s a wonder with hair. If you need anything, he’ll get someone who speaks French.

“You’re in good hands. I’ll be back for you when he’s finished. “ She refilled Aaron's glass with champagne again and set the bottle near Jean's workstation. She then walked back towards the hair wash station.

Meanwhile, Sarah had pulled the car over about two blocks away. She called Ted with the address of the salon, telling him that her “mom” was excited about the date and that she was going to look her best for him and that she was really looking forward to her good night kiss.

Hanging up, Sarah drove back to the salon, got her supplies out of the trunk, and went into the salon.

“May I help you!?” The receptionist asked when she walked in.

“Oh, hi! I’m Erin Fletcher’s daughter. This is her dress and things for her big date tonight. If I could just drop this off in her dressing room....”

“Of course! We were waiting for you. Right this way!” The receptionist led her to Aaron’s dressing room.

Sara quickly collected everything Aaron had left there, pulled the dress out of the bag, set the other items on the bench, took his keys, his wallet, and his money. She put some tampons into his purse, several condoms, and her mom’s ID. She started to leave and stopped. She retrieved the falsies and walked with the receptionist back to the front counter.

“Mom is probably going to need help getting into that dress. She’s not good with lacing up her corset on her own...”

“She must be very excited about this big date,” the receptionist said. “We’ll help get her ready. Don’t worry. “

“A couple other things...”Sarah said, hoping she could pull this off. “Mom’s not very... well... she really wants breast implants. It’s one of the areas she has low self-esteem about. I was wondering, could you help her glue her forms on?” Sarah handed the falsies to the receptionist. “She wants to impress her date and is kind of embarrassed to ask.”

The receptionist smiled. “I’m sure our makeup artist can work wonders with the seams, too. She’ll make it look like she’s not using falsies at all.”

This was working better than Sarah had hoped.

“One last thing,” Sarah added. “Mom’s kind of... embarrassed about how her vagina looks. She’s SO worried about being judged. Could you... ya know... kind of avoid that area?”

The receptionist smiled. “We get that more than you’d think. We’d be happy to accommodate that.”

“Great. Her date will pick her up at seven. His name is Ted.”

“We’ll have her ready!”

“Thanks!”

Sarah left, went out to the car, and drove off, parking several blocks away. “And now, the waiting starts.” She turned on the radio and tried not to watch the clock.

Meanwhile, Aaron was turned away from the mirror. He couldn't see what Jean was doing. Jean babbled in French to Aaron, but Aaron pretty much only recognized his name every so often.

After doing a lot of cutting, Jean handed Aaron a bowl of a gelatinous material to hold. Jean dipped a paintbrush into it, and Aaron could feel his hair being pulled and put into foil pouches. He wasn’t sure what that was about, but the champagne was good, and he was already a bit tipsy.

Dianne came back to check on how Erin's makeover was progressing. His hair was almost completely covered with foils for highlighting. After a brief exchange with Jean in French, she asked, "Erin, did you take any pain medications before your visit here?"

Aaron giggled. "Nope. But the champagne should do wonders!" He took another drink.

Dianne sighed. "Look, I shouldn't do this, but... You'll be sore later and we need you relaxed." She handed him a small white pill. "It's a Valium. This will help with the pain."

Aaron shrugged, popped the Valium in his mouth and chased it down with the last bit of champagne from his glass, giggling.

Liz walked in carrying a mousse can and some blue jaw-shaped trays. "OK, let's get those teeth pearly white!" She sprayed some foam in the trays. "Open wide!" She placed the trays in Aaron's mouth. "Now bite down. This will take a while. Keep your mouth shut and try not to swallow too much teeth whitener. It may give you a sore throat."

Aaron nodded, his eyes struggling to stay open. He soon fell sound asleep.

Dianne looked at Aaron, sleeping peacefully. "It's probably for the best. It'll make our work easier."

Aaron was snoring peacefully as the salon team went to work on him. His brows were waxed into fine, feminine arches. What little facial hair he had was lasered away, as was the hair on his arms, legs, and ass. Lotion was applied over his legs and hands. He was soon sporting long, blood red glamour nails. His toes were polished to match. His hair was brushed out and styled, giving him gorgeous honey blonde hair with highlights, falling sexily over one eye. His ears were pierced several times, and large hoops were inserted in each ear, along with several jeweled studs.

The falsies were glued in place as he was given a facial. His makeup was done impeccably. Contouring, false lashes, dark smokey eyes, glossy red lips with just a little filler in them to plump them up. When the team was finished, there was nothing about his that said, "male" at all.

Aaron was awakened by Liz shaking him. “Erin? Erin? Wake up, honey. C’mon. We only have fifteen minutes to get you into your dress!”

Aaron blinked awake with an unladylike snort. He coughed a few times, and Liz pulled the trays out of his mouth. He made a sour face and said in a breathy whisper, "That stuff tastes awful" as he slowly returned to his senses. "Wait... what's wrong with my voice?"

"You must've swallowed some of the teeth whitener while you slept. It should wear off in a day or two. In the meantime..." She handed him a hand mirror for a quick glance. "We do good work, don't we? But c'mon, clock is ticking."

Aaron couldn't believe his eyes. Instead of seeing himself, or a manly-man version of himself in the mirror, he was looking at a gorgeous woman with his eyes.

Liz grabbed the mirror and pulled him out of the chair before he had a chance to react. "Your date will be here soon! You've got to get changed!"

"Uh... Liz.... What did you do to me?" Aaron asked incredulously still trying to clear the fog from his head. "This isn't...."

"...what you expected. I know. We outdid ourselves!" She smiled. "But you'll look gorgeous on your date!"

"About this date..." Aaron started again.

"Don't worry. Your daughter left you some surprises!" Liz said, happily as she dragged him down the hall as he was trying to wrap his head around what happened. He could just put on his clothes and go home, he thought through a fuzzy head. Just get out of this madhouse and go home.

He was taken back by the breasts jiggling on his chest and the hoops swaying in his ears as Liz shoved him back into the dressing room. The clothes he had worn in were gone. Any hope he had of getting out of there with some dignity was gone.

“Get your bra and panties on, Erin, and we’ll be back to get you into your dress,” Liz told him as she closed the door.

The door clicked shut and Aaron's mind caught up to his predicament. He tugged at his breasts, but they didn't budge. He surveyed what Sarah had left him. Lingerie, a dress, heels, stockings... a purse. He opened it and swore silently.

A knock came. “Erin, time’s tight. Are you ready for help yet?”

Aaron’s mind raced. He had nothing. He had nothing to wear, no money to get a cab home. No keys. No phone. Sarah had left him stranded and at the mercy of the salon. If he wanted out of here, he had little choice but to wear....

Sighing, he pulled the panties up his legs and found them a VERY tight fit. He adjusted himself as best he could, but the panties were uncomfortable as they crushed his junk to where it was flat. He tried to put on the bra to support his new breasts, but was having problems hooking it when Melissa and Liz came in. “Let us help!”

They soon had him leaning against the wall as the **** device they called “a corset” was being cinched up. “Breathe in!” Liz said. “We can get another inch!” Aaron was positive he felt a knee in his back as the corset was finally tied off.

Aaron could barely breathe as they had him lift each leg, raising the stockings up his legs, clipping them to the corset’s garters.

They told him breathe from his chest, but all that seemed to do was make his fake breasts heave. The strappy heels were shoved on his feet, and as he stood unsteadily, they had him step into the clingy, sparkly red dress. As it zipped up, it clung to Aaron’s new figure like a glove. Sarah had chosen well. The halter top accentuated his new bustline, showing a fair amount of cleavage. It also had a tight skirt, which both showed off his ass and **** him to take small steps. Melissa dragged him by the hand out of the dressing room to a full length mirror.

Aaron’s jaw dropped. He was hot! Small waist. Large chest. The dress clung to his faux figure like a second skin. His ass cheeks were jiggling as he swayed. He was simply gorgeous.

He was so taken back by what he was looking at he didn’t see or hear Melissa approach with a perfume bottle until it was too late. He was sprayed in his cleavage, behind his ears, behind his knees, and finally on his wrists as he was handed his purse. A thin shawl was draped over his shoulders.

“He’s here!” Melissa said as she grabbed Aaron’s wrist and pulled him out front.

Aaron’s senses were on overload. The feel of the makeup. The false lashes fluttering in his sight. The swoop of hair falling sexily over one eye. His calves were killing him already. The stockings felt sexy, but he could barely breathe. He looked up finally and saw Ted standing there, in a suit, with his hand outstretched.

“Oh, Hell,” Aaron managed to whisper in his new breathy contralto as Ted took his hand and kissed it.

“You look amazing, Erin. Shall we?” Ted said, wrapping his arm around Aaron’s cinched waist and guiding him out the door. “I have an amazing evening planned.

“Not that she needed the help,” Ted said to the ladies seeing them off, “But you do good work here. Maybe I’ll keep sending her back!” He said with a wink.

Aaron cringed as Ted steadied him on his heels and led him out the door. He was stuck on a date with Ted, like it or not