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Kelly haircut story in description
On the eighties, when I have nearly sixteen I had a bike accident. Then I must wear cervical collar for nearly a year. For hide the medical device, I always wear a turtleneck colored sweater, I also let my hairs grows, as a longer bob witch I have before, but the wide device have also parts on chest who look I have small breast. Having an androgynous look was the best choice in this situation. If in school, where they know me since few years, they call me by my name, and of course some bad boys like to mock me, in public they always call me miss, and time after time I used to, sometimes even my mother do also a gender mistake. However, one day, I was cure and I must remove the device. I was happy about that, but also very sad, I do not know really why.
Quickly, my mother call me for a talk. I have an idea about the subject. She said than I must have a haircut now, because I have any reason for wearing long hairs yet. She propose me to find one in fashion magazines who have girls and boys hairstyles pictures. We read many magazines pages, sometimes I find a girls portrait and point out than they are very pretty, especially a blue eyes girl with nice curly blond bob. Then she give me a friendly nudge and say I’m not here to watch girls but to find an haircut, after guys samples pictures than we two find very boring. We stop on a pixie asymmetrical short bob haircut on an androgynous girl, and my mother love it very well, the legend say ‘this hairstyle is very fashionable also for young men. The fashion gender detail is on the earrings, one in right ear for man, and multiple piercings earrings exhibited for girls. My mother ask me if I like, and say yes, I found it is nice. She also ask, if that bother me having an earring and answer then I am ok with that, even find it cool. After that, she said than my ordinary hairdresser cannot do that, and call his beauty parlor for the appointment.
The day of the haircut, arrive. My mother say than she have wash and prepare some clothing for this hot sunny day , there was lying on the bed, a cut jean and an old pink tank top and also a brand new white tennis shoes pair. ‘Don’t wear socks, It’s too hot today’ she said. I try to put the t-shirt in the jean but she said ‘let it out, It’s cool like that, hey ! you are late, hurry up !’. She drive to the small suburb mall than she used to go, and dropped me off. I enter in his beauty center, which it was both beauty salon and hairdresser. It’s smell both perfume and chemicals. I walk to the counter, and a young girl ask me if I am Kelly, I nod my head, and she order to follow her. We enter in a closed room with a massage bed on center. She ask me to remove my jean and lying on. Soon another girl with blond hair bun and a pink blouse say than I must be relax. Then she prepare some hot stuff witch smell candle and apply it on my leg, after few seconds she quick take it off. It’s hurt a hell, after the both front legs done, she ask me to turn my body completely, for the other side of my legs. After, she ask me to take my top off and lying again, then she do the same to my armpit. After his hands come closer of my face, she remove my nascent mustache and work on my eyebrow. After she apply some hot towels on me, she ask me to stay there and she go to a backroom, I hear her washing his hand and some noises like to prepare some stuff and latex gloves wearing. She come back and ask if I’m ready to have my ear pierced, I answer with a smile. Then she ask me to turn my head to put my left cheek on the bed. She apply some alcohol on my right lobe and fell a metal device on it. I hear a small pop and fell a short pain. I try to stand up but she said ‘no, no, young girl It’s not finish yet, stay calm’ then she repeat the process twice and ask me to turn the other cheek on the bed. Then, as I feel beat on my right ear, I hear, time after time, the pop noise tree times and his consequential sharp pain. She ask me to sit and wash my ears with a little cleaner tower. All my body hurt a hell from my feet to my ears. She request to put my clothes back on and after she help me to wear a freely pink cape dress, after she order me to follow her. We came out of the room and enter into the hairdresser zone, an older girl come to me smile and say ‘Hi Kelly welcome, your mother have explain me all the story and what you want for your haircut, are you ready for that ?’. I just smile and nod. She ask me to seat on the washing chair, and said that it take a long, and must be patient. Then she do not just wash it with a shampoo, than I suppose too, but she prepare some chemical on a bowl and after, put it on my hairs. It is both smell and burn my scalp a little. After a long time, she rinse my head and wash it. I stand up and she ask to sit on a chair in the corner of the room without any mirrors, she say ‘your mother ask me to be there when you will be ready, and will be together for the makeover discovery’ (I thought about, but I do not understand what my mother have engineered). Then she comb my hair and said than I am lucky having beautiful hair like that, and fortunately they are enough long now for the hairdo project. She just touch up, but no cut or mow than I supposed to be done for the asymmetric bob. In fact, she put many curlers, one after the other. When all my hairs was roll she spray some chemical stuff again, put my head under a dryer and order to wait there until the dryer ring. After an eternity, she put me on the washing chair again, she rinse my hairs again and remove gently all the rollers, we return to the ‘torture’ chair. As I walk, I fell curls bouncing on my forehead and my cheeks. The hairdresser comb my hairs and move the dryer around, she also push up the lowers curls with his hand as she apply the hairspray. She step forward and turn the chair on a full circle. She said that It is wonderful, it is exactly she expect and have done a good job. I‘am happy for her but I do not know what it is about. After few minutes waiting two glamour girl come in with a loaded trolley. While the first girl remove my tennis shoes, the other wash my face with some oil. After that, I don’t remember clearly, because I dozing off sometimes, I just remember she apply some stuff on my face while the other take my feet and hands and set my all fingers one by one. Then she ask me to stand up, and help me removing the cape, I almost fell because the feet girl have replace my tennis by a pair of a strap on black shoes with heels. I walk few step an hear my mother voice saying ‘I want to see, I want to see…’ behind a panel. Then the hairdresser who have prepare the show like a Houdini trick turn the mirror for reveal my reflection and me to my mother at the same time. I before show my mother putting his hand to his cheek and cry ‘oh my god, how beautiful you are ‘. Then I turn to the mirror and show the result of the ‘haircut’. I directly recognized the style of the girl who I notice on the magazine, but the girl on the mirror is not just ‘pretty’ like the printing portrait ,but literally stunning. His resplendent platinum blond hair twirl with bouncing aerial curls and form a large volume up of my head. Some curls fall on my forehead and my cheek for making a girly poetic touch, down the curl cascade descend to my neck with a line at the half of my ears and let reveals the brand new shinning earrings set. They are tree on both ears, a delicate gold flower with a little pearl on center, a bigger pearl on the upper hole, and finally a little pink brilliant. Finally yet importantly the face is also magic, my blue pierced eyes are wider and reveal by a black butterfly corner, pink gradient eyeshadow, long eyelashes, surrender by the subtle pair of my now fine arched eyebrows. My cheekbones raised by a combination of blushes. My red little poufy mouth seem to be a just open rose. The all arrangement, have transform me into a very attractive girls, not just for a hair sample magazine but ready for being a fashion model. I turn my head to see; the beauty of the hairdo, and how my face stay pretty on all angles. I understand now the clothing chose of my mother, the too small cut jean both tucked nicely my boy parts and revealed my thin long and now hairless legs, which ending by my now painted red nails feet in his girly-strapped shoes. The too short pink tank top reveal my tiny navel (which could be nice with a pendant piercing now days) and my feminine frail shoulders curve. To feel it, I touch it with my hand and see my long shiny red nails on it. I do not realize than the girl on the mirror is ‘me’, in fact. I have no other reaction than curiosity and admiration. Then my mother stay behind me, I can see his face beside my reflection, I feel his hot and delicate hands on my shoulder. Then , while she look into my eyes reflection, she whisper in my ear. “I observe you since a while Kelly, and see how you feel glad being a sort of ‘girl’ for a few months. I saw that it help you while the pain of the rehabilitation after the accident. I was not completely sure about that, but when I see your sadness and starting depression when we remove your cervical collar. I thought the ill being could be sourced by the unavoidable consequence of losing your feminization opportunity and must returning to your boring boyish condition. Thirst, I thought than the asymmetric pixie cut with the single earring could be a progressive and hybrid gender rolling back. However, I do not saw in you, any sign of happiness with this choice, just more resignation than consolation. Therefore, I remember your notice about the pretty girl and decode your hidden message. I switch my mind and come with the magazine of the winner hairstyle and few recent portraits of you to my beauty consultant. And here we are, welcome to our girl world my adored daughter’. As she said this long explanation, my eyes got wet, I flip to my mother to give it a big hug and sob. After I regain my means, she look at me and smile and say than we have a wide afternoon program for shopping a complete wardrobe, tops, skirts, dresses, shoes, underwear, also a makeup set and some jewelry like bracelet, necklaces, and of course a large collection of earrings. She see my large smile, request me to flip again and see my beauty transfigure by the happiness. After a long narcissistic period, we give warm thanks to all of the staff and literally run to the promise dreaming shopping program.
Kelly haircut story in description
On the eighties, when I have nearly sixteen I had a bike accident. Then I must wear cervical collar for nearly a year. For hide the medical device, I always wear a turtleneck colored sweater, I also let my hairs grows, as a longer bob witch I have before, but the wide device have also parts on chest who look I have small breast. Having an androgynous look was the best choice in this situation. If in school, where they know me since few years, they call me by my name, and of course some bad boys like to mock me, in public they always call me miss, and time after time I used to, sometimes even my mother do also a gender mistake. However, one day, I was cure and I must remove the device. I was happy about that, but also very sad, I do not know really why.
Quickly, my mother call me for a talk. I have an idea about the subject. She said than I must have a haircut now, because I have any reason for wearing long hairs yet. She propose me to find one in fashion magazines who have girls and boys hairstyles pictures. We read many magazines pages, sometimes I find a girls portrait and point out than they are very pretty, especially a blue eyes girl with nice curly blond bob. Then she give me a friendly nudge and say I’m not here to watch girls but to find an haircut, after guys samples pictures than we two find very boring. We stop on a pixie asymmetrical short bob haircut on an androgynous girl, and my mother love it very well, the legend say ‘this hairstyle is very fashionable also for young men. The fashion gender detail is on the earrings, one in right ear for man, and multiple piercings earrings exhibited for girls. My mother ask me if I like, and say yes, I found it is nice. She also ask, if that bother me having an earring and answer then I am ok with that, even find it cool. After that, she said than my ordinary hairdresser cannot do that, and call his beauty parlor for the appointment.
The day of the haircut, arrive. My mother say than she have wash and prepare some clothing for this hot sunny day , there was lying on the bed, a cut jean and an old pink tank top and also a brand new white tennis shoes pair. ‘Don’t wear socks, It’s too hot today’ she said. I try to put the t-shirt in the jean but she said ‘let it out, It’s cool like that, hey ! you are late, hurry up !’. She drive to the small suburb mall than she used to go, and dropped me off. I enter in his beauty center, which it was both beauty salon and hairdresser. It’s smell both perfume and chemicals. I walk to the counter, and a young girl ask me if I am Kelly, I nod my head, and she order to follow her. We enter in a closed room with a massage bed on center. She ask me to remove my jean and lying on. Soon another girl with blond hair bun and a pink blouse say than I must be relax. Then she prepare some hot stuff witch smell candle and apply it on my leg, after few seconds she quick take it off. It’s hurt a hell, after the both front legs done, she ask me to turn my body completely, for the other side of my legs. After, she ask me to take my top off and lying again, then she do the same to my armpit. After his hands come closer of my face, she remove my nascent mustache and work on my eyebrow. After she apply some hot towels on me, she ask me to stay there and she go to a backroom, I hear her washing his hand and some noises like to prepare some stuff and latex gloves wearing. She come back and ask if I’m ready to have my ear pierced, I answer with a smile. Then she ask me to turn my head to put my left cheek on the bed. She apply some alcohol on my right lobe and fell a metal device on it. I hear a small pop and fell a short pain. I try to stand up but she said ‘no, no, young girl It’s not finish yet, stay calm’ then she repeat the process twice and ask me to turn the other cheek on the bed. Then, as I feel beat on my right ear, I hear, time after time, the pop noise tree times and his consequential sharp pain. She ask me to sit and wash my ears with a little cleaner tower. All my body hurt a hell from my feet to my ears. She request to put my clothes back on and after she help me to wear a freely pink cape dress, after she order me to follow her. We came out of the room and enter into the hairdresser zone, an older girl come to me smile and say ‘Hi Kelly welcome, your mother have explain me all the story and what you want for your haircut, are you ready for that ?’. I just smile and nod. She ask me to seat on the washing chair, and said that it take a long, and must be patient. Then she do not just wash it with a shampoo, than I suppose too, but she prepare some chemical on a bowl and after, put it on my hairs. It is both smell and burn my scalp a little. After a long time, she rinse my head and wash it. I stand up and she ask to sit on a chair in the corner of the room without any mirrors, she say ‘your mother ask me to be there when you will be ready, and will be together for the makeover discovery’ (I thought about, but I do not understand what my mother have engineered). Then she comb my hair and said than I am lucky having beautiful hair like that, and fortunately they are enough long now for the hairdo project. She just touch up, but no cut or mow than I supposed to be done for the asymmetric bob. In fact, she put many curlers, one after the other. When all my hairs was roll she spray some chemical stuff again, put my head under a dryer and order to wait there until the dryer ring. After an eternity, she put me on the washing chair again, she rinse my hairs again and remove gently all the rollers, we return to the ‘torture’ chair. As I walk, I fell curls bouncing on my forehead and my cheeks. The hairdresser comb my hairs and move the dryer around, she also push up the lowers curls with his hand as she apply the hairspray. She step forward and turn the chair on a full circle. She said that It is wonderful, it is exactly she expect and have done a good job. I‘am happy for her but I do not know what it is about. After few minutes waiting two glamour girl come in with a loaded trolley. While the first girl remove my tennis shoes, the other wash my face with some oil. After that, I don’t remember clearly, because I dozing off sometimes, I just remember she apply some stuff on my face while the other take my feet and hands and set my all fingers one by one. Then she ask me to stand up, and help me removing the cape, I almost fell because the feet girl have replace my tennis by a pair of a strap on black shoes with heels. I walk few step an hear my mother voice saying ‘I want to see, I want to see…’ behind a panel. Then the hairdresser who have prepare the show like a Houdini trick turn the mirror for reveal my reflection and me to my mother at the same time. I before show my mother putting his hand to his cheek and cry ‘oh my god, how beautiful you are ‘. Then I turn to the mirror and show the result of the ‘haircut’. I directly recognized the style of the girl who I notice on the magazine, but the girl on the mirror is not just ‘pretty’ like the printing portrait ,but literally stunning. His resplendent platinum blond hair twirl with bouncing aerial curls and form a large volume up of my head. Some curls fall on my forehead and my cheek for making a girly poetic touch, down the curl cascade descend to my neck with a line at the half of my ears and let reveals the brand new shinning earrings set. They are tree on both ears, a delicate gold flower with a little pearl on center, a bigger pearl on the upper hole, and finally a little pink brilliant. Finally yet importantly the face is also magic, my blue pierced eyes are wider and reveal by a black butterfly corner, pink gradient eyeshadow, long eyelashes, surrender by the subtle pair of my now fine arched eyebrows. My cheekbones raised by a combination of blushes. My red little poufy mouth seem to be a just open rose. The all arrangement, have transform me into a very attractive girls, not just for a hair sample magazine but ready for being a fashion model. I turn my head to see; the beauty of the hairdo, and how my face stay pretty on all angles. I understand now the clothing chose of my mother, the too small cut jean both tucked nicely my boy parts and revealed my thin long and now hairless legs, which ending by my now painted red nails feet in his girly-strapped shoes. The too short pink tank top reveal my tiny navel (which could be nice with a pendant piercing now days) and my feminine frail shoulders curve. To feel it, I touch it with my hand and see my long shiny red nails on it. I do not realize than the girl on the mirror is ‘me’, in fact. I have no other reaction than curiosity and admiration. Then my mother stay behind me, I can see his face beside my reflection, I feel his hot and delicate hands on my shoulder. Then , while she look into my eyes reflection, she whisper in my ear. “I observe you since a while Kelly, and see how you feel glad being a sort of ‘girl’ for a few months. I saw that it help you while the pain of the rehabilitation after the accident. I was not completely sure about that, but when I see your sadness and starting depression when we remove your cervical collar. I thought the ill being could be sourced by the unavoidable consequence of losing your feminization opportunity and must returning to your boring boyish condition. Thirst, I thought than the asymmetric pixie cut with the single earring could be a progressive and hybrid gender rolling back. However, I do not saw in you, any sign of happiness with this choice, just more resignation than consolation. Therefore, I remember your notice about the pretty girl and decode your hidden message. I switch my mind and come with the magazine of the winner hairstyle and few recent portraits of you to my beauty consultant. And here we are, welcome to our girl world my adored daughter’. As she said this long explanation, my eyes got wet, I flip to my mother to give it a big hug and sob. After I regain my means, she look at me and smile and say than we have a wide afternoon program for shopping a complete wardrobe, tops, skirts, dresses, shoes, underwear, also a makeup set and some jewelry like bracelet, necklaces, and of course a large collection of earrings. She see my large smile, request me to flip again and see my beauty transfigure by the happiness. After a long narcissistic period, we give warm thanks to all of the staff and literally run to the promise dreaming shopping program.