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Transformation From Girly Air - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-12-11 14:23:24 +0000 UTCBy the 3rd week, we had gotten used to it and it became part of our 'thing' along with all this darned hair we seemed to be growing like dandelions. Just to get it out of our way when we were sleeping, we all began putting it up at our crown either in a bun or a ponytail. What wasn't part of our thing was that our mothers had put their heads together, and decided that their scraggly, long-haired hippie geek sons were going to change their ways and the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving when we all had no classes, we were all 'treated' to a 'special' at the local salon.
Three geeks and their moms all went in and had the 'SPECIAL', which in this case was: a wash and trim and or set/a manicure, and with the manicure came a free brow waxing and a pedicure. It was a big shop and they had us all in chairs at the same time. They had been told what to do by our moms. It was 'special' all right! That waxing really hurt even with the deadening stuff but we had to admit our bushy eyebrows never looked better. Then they rubbed in some cream called Talo. While they had our heads in the basins, hair in rollers, and whatnot, we couldn't see what they were doing with our hands.
We assumed just more of the same. Well, thank heavens they didn't put on colored polish because now we all had acrylic French tips with acrylic overlays that stuck out about 1/2" beyond our fingers. Clear or not, there they were, shiny and beautiful. And our hair. Gawd! Brad's had been colored into a deep auburn and cut into a Dutch boy or a pageboy or something that was really swingy. There was a really cute girl with that style in one of the magazines but Brad sure didn't look that cute in that style. It will be very easy to take care of but with bangs and those eyebrows and the nails?
He was cute the way they shaved his neck and all. All he needed was tits and makeup though and I guess he could have been downright foxy. I was stunned as he was the first one to finish. The change was remarkable. I saw him looking at himself in the mirror and noticed the lump in his shorts growing. I really didn't blame him. He looked hot but he didn't look much like a 'Brad'. Maybe a 'Brandi'? Al and I ended up with long, layered cuts, his part on the right side and me with BANGS like Brad but with no part and with the extra body on top.
I was humiliated. All our mothers would say was, "Now, you boys will have to learn to take care of yourselves because we are sick and tired of seeing you looking like refugees. Is that clear? It's about time you took some pride in your appearances and if this is what it takes, so be it." A universal, "Yes, mother" followed. We then went from the salon to the local discount store where hair and nail care products were purchased for the US and they also got us tweezers to keep our eyebrows nice too. I couldn't believe it.
Here, we had been going along so nicely looking like bums in sloppy jeans and T-shirts with nobody paying us a mind and now EVERYONE would be looking at us wondering 'What is it?' Well, with some prodding and coaching, we got the hang of taking care of hair too, not that we wanted to but we did get some nice comments on it, again from girls at school. I found I really liked that Hairdini thing but a braid down the middle of my back? What none of us liked was having to put it up in rollers and sometimes having to sleep in them.
However, we had to admit the results were worth it. It was time for our next sojourn into the deep and we couldn't wait to get there. We arrived at the house, left our clothes and with wet suits already on, set out for the dive shop for air. Now, usually, we would have changed on the beach but we were all now a little self-conscious about, well, certain things. It was bad enough to share that knowledge with each other let alone strangers on the beach.
You see, it wasn't only our hair and nails that had grown pretty. Because of our mutual problem, we decided that we would all have to get different-styled dive suits. The ones we had were squishing us terribly in certain places.
After spending a couple hours with the fish, our second tanks having expired, we decided to go back and get cleaned up. Cleaned up now meant a little more than it used to at the beginning of September. Brad was the lucky one with the chin-length pageboy. It dried quickly and hung just right, framing his small face beautifully. We had all been taking so much more time with our grooming with the hair and nails lately. Al's and my hair was taking a little longer since we had to put it up in rollers for a while to keep the styles looking good. I couldn't explain it but I had put my scruffy days behind me and wanted to look nice and reach my full potential as it were, whatever that was.
I recalled wondering what had gotten into me lately. As I pulled on a tank top over mid-thigh shorts with deck shoes, I mused just how far this clean-up would go for all of us. Brad and Al were positively primping. I figured any second one of them was going to whip out an eyeliner or mascara. And Brad never did take off the pink polish his mom had put on him. In fact, he had bought some in a raspberry color he liked and put it on himself. Not only that but he wore his lightweight; two-strap unisex sandals so his toes would show. At least, I THINK they were his. Those straps seemed awfully delicate.
What was he up to? Sexy hands, sexy feet? What next? We went out and roamed around town and found ourselves window shopping in places we never would have imagined we would look. I mean, I never looked into a women's wear window in my life before today but we surely did. We stopped. We stared. And we made some of the oddest comments to each other; call it 'discoveries' for want of a better word. If I didn't know these guys better, I wonder if they were real guys. Since I wasn't attracted to guys, I put away what I'd been thinking. I guess it's not important.
And at the shoe store, we always only looked in the right side window but this time, we looked in both, mostly the left, the women's side. Not only that, we had opinions! We pointed. We made comments about cut and color and heel height and style. We had opinions about everything we looked at that day. I never knew I HAD an opinion about women's clothes or footwear.
We also kidded Brad about how his painted feet would look in a specific pair of high-heeled sandals. His retort? "Yeah, they're cute. Maybe you're right." We headed off for dinner around six but instead of the usual fast food, we went to one of the seafood houses for a sit-down meal where we gossiped like a bunch of hens.
Remember, think 'pretty hands'. It was SO odd. I just HAD to say something. "Hey, you guys. Have you listened to yourselves during dinner? Or, for that matter, the amount of time it's taking, the tiny bites we're taking, your all too good table manners, or the way we're using our hands?"
"Well, yeah. So? Got something against self-expression and good manners all of a sudden Dannie?" "Oh, no Brad. Not at all. Your hair and nails all are, lovely Brad! I'll get over it, probably. It's just, that I've never heard us so talkative about clothes and shoes, of all things. More importantly, about girls' clothes and shoes. Like, I never knew any of us gave a flip."
"It could just be that we're developing some taste for a change, Dani," said Al. "Heaven knows our Moms have been ON us long enough about it!" "It's certainly an interesting taste then comrades. That sundress in Schraders was really cute." As we got ready for bed that night, having to share 2 queen-sized beds as the other room wasn't available, I couldn't help but notice Al's body. Something was subtly different. The entire picture of both of them was different, like there seemed to be more of this or less of that and the hair and nails just confused the situation more.
I think their eyelashes had even gotten longer and with the tweezed brows, well! I just couldn't figure it out. We slipped into the new lightweight nylon pajamas we bought from that nice lady while we were window shopping at Gayle's Fashions, got into bed, and put the lights out. That was another thing. As I was drifting off, I relived that incident. We had stopped in front of this small specialty shop.
There was obviously only one woman on duty and the window was filled with well, a lot of soft, pretty things including nightwear. She invited us in when she saw us there gawking. We became less inhibited rather quickly. She was very friendly. Indeed, we sounded like three girls shopping, and the lady was treating us like that too. Brad bought a TOE ring. We bought some pretty pajamas, lightweight tricot nylon, and matching panties which, after putting our hair up, we slept in that night. Panties.
I could not believe what was going on in my head. It all felt delicious and I was sorry I hadn't gotten that mist green nightie she showed me! In the morning, we went home. The trip was uneventful except for somewhat more animated conversation than I was used to from these guys, especially all the giggling and the talk about clothes and hair.
Since all I could do was drive and listen, what I heard was not my buddies. Their voices had slipped a cog. Upwards, I was sure. Of course, we had to redo our nails before we left since they had been in salt water for so long. What we wore home was our shorts, tank tops, and panties with hair swinging at our crowns in scrunchies. I was SURE we had all developed a bit of, how shall I put this, pre-teen fat?
I'm trying not to put too much of a label on it for fear it might sense my comment and decided to multiply! The time between Labor Day and Thanksgiving passed with the ever-present classes and homework. I was glad we were all living at home because I think we would have been a little out of place in a dorm. The strangest part of the time was when we had a sleepover at my house.
I mean, since when do guys have pajama parties? And what snazzy pajamas! All three of us seemed to be evolving in less subtle ways during the ensuing weeks. We had also been back to the salon for fills on our nails, which were now even longer. We were ALL painting our toes now.
Brad seemed more slender but with more hips, his hair longer and his pecs heavier. Al and I no longer had any trace of flab around our middles but our pecs and butts seemed to be on the increase too and all three of us were getting a tiny bit of a tummy below our flat stomachs. Our muscle tone, if in fact we had any left, had evolved into one smooth undefined mass. Apparently, our taste in nightwear had also changed. I knew a kid in high school who always preferred nightshirts to pajamas and when I questioned him, he explained how much more freedom he had in them.
The Saturday before the sleepover, we had all been shopping at the mall and discussed that at great length. We had all succumbed to the idea of a nightshirt during the discussion of the coming party but there were none to be found. Our lightweight pajamas were nice but we wanted something nicer. Sexier? Something more titillating? Determined to have our way despite a spate of butterflies, we all opted for the next best thing, namely, a nylon nightie which we found a great assortment of at a national chain lingerie store in all sorts of wonderful styles, fabrics and colors. This was just the thing then.
I found one in Orchid although it had a little more lace than I would have liked. Brad found a pink one trimmed with pink ribbons and white lace and Al liked a light green one with spaghetti straps, which did show off his soft, narrow shoulders and his budding chest. I didn't remember Brad as having such nice, smooth shoulders. They were all waltz length except Al's. His was ankle length. Not exactly the kind of fare we started out to buy, or so we thought. When it came time to put them on for bed, we were a little amazed at how we looked. We were in nightdresses. DRESSES!!! And we didn't look that bad considering the hair, nails, and eyebrows.
Al just couldn't contain himself saying with great animation, "Dani honey, that Grecian gown looks really great on you. Darn, you are getting really cute. Wow! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you, bro." "Lots of girls have told me I'm cute Al. Don't make a federal case of it. Let's just play some gin, okay?" I tried to ignore what he said, especially the 'honey' and how I felt about it but I couldn't. It felt like a compliment and I liked it. And I knew what he meant when he said cute too. He meant 'girl' cute. Oh, my! And I didn't even care that he called me 'honey'. We looked, softer. And our pecs rather stood out, almost like breasts in the cups. No, not almost, REALLY like breasts-conical.
They were now all fat, feminine FAT, pointed, ergo, breasts and with large, dark nipples too. We universally hated our hairy bodies all at once and so at the end of our evening after some cards ended in giggle fits in the bathroom as we got rid of all that hair that made our gowns look strange. When we finished, we looked each other over and agreed. "Much better." The only body hair left was a little patch of pubic hair. Our panties hid that. Then we brushed each other out and did our own nails. I said, "You know, Paulie was really right.
I think I'm going to like a gown much better than pajamas. It's so light and feels really neat against my legs now. And body hair is so GROSS. I'm never going to let THAT grow out again. You're getting rather lumpy, the both of you. Better watch what you eat from now on." "Go look at yourself before you throw stones Dani," replied Al.
I swiveled over to the mirror and did. Must have been the influence of the gown. I swished. My butt seemed to have a mind of its own. He was right. I filled my Grecian-styled gown a little better than I would have imagined and certainly more than I would have wanted to back in August. "Huh, imagine that," I replied. "Maybe I am kind of cute after all."
Those were NOT muscles in that bodice with their dark nipples at attention. They were my BREASTS and I liked them. I just knew we were going to become close friends. We had our Thanksgiving dinners with our families and headed for the Keys. Our mothers were quite pleased that we were keeping our hair and nails so nice. They never said a word about our running around in curlers or having to go to the salon for a wash and set. Of course, they never saw us in our new nightwear, and a good thing too although we packed it. Funny they never said anything about the various satin panties in the wash either.
How odd! And we jiggled. We all really should have been wearing bras, but none of us had the nerve. When we arrived, we only had time for one dive so we got right to it, going to the same dive shop for air. It tasted just the same as last time and we fell overboard to our dive after about a 15-minute run to the site. We were elated to be in the coral again. I've never seen the guys so animated before. We were all having a wonderful time until we ran out of air.
Still, we were full of fun and giggles when we were taking off our gear. We went in and had our tanks filled up so we could get an early start tomorrow. The lady who filled our tanks looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her. She may have been related to the former owner.
Then we headed back to the rooming house to get out of our wetsuits and rinse our hair so we could cruise.
Comments
Jim Galvin
I bet the mothers got together and started hormone replacement on them
Brett Schuhkraft
I'm loving this can't wait for the twist is it a secret government experiment or something else
