Layla’s Sissy Salon

Chrissy the new Sissy

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    I enter Layla’s Salon out of morbid curiousity. I wonder what I would look like if I had a makeover. Would my friends recognize me or would I just be a guy with makeup on? With a couple hours to spare I hope I can get a quicky makeover, snap a shot for facebook and wash it off and return home. This should be fun.


    As the door swings open a familiar chime plays in the background. I glance up to see an eager young man coming into my salon.

    ”Hmm… Interesting. We typically don’t have male clients enter this salon without some kind of referral.” I think to myself.

    ”Can I help you darling?” I say with an accepting smile.

    I approach the young man and extend a hand for a handshake. My dainty hands are accented by ruby red fingernails. I blush as I notice the young man admiring my features.


    I turn a bit red as Catch myself staring at her chest while I reach to shake her hand at that moment I smiled and instantly thought that I better come up with some “made sense” answer as to why I was here and how she could help me.
    “Actually I had two questions. First I was wondering if you could did pedicures for men or was this a Women’s only Salon? Second was as I looked around at all the pictures of  ladies different hair styles and makeup, have you ever made up a man to look like a woman?



    “Oh darling!” I say with a huge smile.

    ”That’s my specialty.”

    I point to the pictures of the super femme models with different hair and makeup schemes as I talk.

    ”You see all of these beautiful models here along the walls? They are all former clients of mine who came in on a whim just like you. And you want to know something else?”

    I pause for a moment gauging my clients reaction in the room.

    “They were all men too.” I say with a devious laugh.

    ”But they aren’t anymore!” I say as I continue to laugh.

    A slight “click” noise is heard in the distance as the salon door locks automatically, trapping my new client inside.


    Click! I gulp and try to swallow what little fluid I had left on my tongue. Not being a rocket scientist it only took me a nano second to realize the door is locked.

    I find myself in a real life predicament. She must have serious intensions about turning me into one of those future pics on the walls . Men turned into beautiful women.

    Granted I have always wondered what it would be like to spend 24 hours as a female, but I never expected I would ever be forced into this fantasy.  I ask the salon attendant   “Are you serious? You mean to tell me these photos are men turned into women? Can I ask whatever happened to these guys turned  into women? After you snapped their picture ?”





    “Well darling..” I say with a sinister grin.

    ”Most of these men were so satisfied with their transformations they never went back! It probably also helps that many of my processes are permanent!”

    I smile wide again and approach my new victim.

    ”So what do you say? Is it time to get started sweetheart? I think we will have so much fun today!”


    Well Layla, you obviously have been in business for quite sometime and I can tell by your demeanor you are quite confident in the Salon business. “Why thanks for the offer “Yes, I would be willing to give it a try. Lets see how an ugly guy like me can be transformed”.

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