Part TWO>she thinks i’m a fucking autist>obviously im freaking the fuck out. i try my best to manage a response"no-m i.m okay!">deep breaths. seriously>i gain some calm"glad to see you feel better... so! what's the plan? i'm excited to get started.">as she said "get started", she did a put-on excited voice and cradled the other side of my hair in her other hand.>thankfully i was able to suppress this one to a huge shiver down my spine and some deep breaths.>remember i still have to answer"oh! my uh, ends, i need them uh, cleaned up.. and uh can you give me uh... long bangs.. like that i could tuck behind my ear when i needed to">she looked on silently, letting me finish"it's for this, uh , character im , he's uh, from a game and im cosplaying him">she gave me an interested look... her next statement started somewhat hesitant, but picked up in intensity as she spoke"i.. see! no problem at all, that's awesome! can you show me a picture?>fuck. she's not even trying to call me out on the lie. that's an obvious question to ask. my mind is racing a mile a minute and blank, i start pretending i lost my train of thought (god i must look so fucked up to her)>she rescued me with an interruption. "got it! trim the ends, long bangs, sounds good! do you want (her voice trailed off) layersss??">this is too much for me ^O^ i'm so overwhelmed. manage a response"sure, um, some... uh just some.. not too much">once again, as she spoke i saw her face switch from confusion to enthusiasm"o-kay... then... gotcha! well, lets get you over to the hairwashing station my friend!">gulp>i suppose i ought to mention. it was just Shane, Tabitha, and myself in that salon. it was lunch hour on a weekday, and the junior stylists were apparently off getting lunch together or something.
>even worse, the hairwash station took us to the furthest back crevice of the salon. comfy, black leather chairs with gleaming glass sinks at the head. a curtain at the entrance, and the room lit only by the soft fairy lights on the ceiling. soothing, ambient music suffusing the space.>after what happened just from her touching my hair earlier, im seriously bracing myself>but also, like... i dont get it... I've had haircuts before... they touch ur head a lot, i never reacted like that...>pray as hard as i can that it was a fluke and this will be normal... oh god>i sit back into the chair as directed. lay my head back, and... i feel Tabitha's hands... supporting under my neck, grabbing loose hair and making sure to bring my neck softly to the gentle embrace of the black porcelain bowl.>Tabitha's hands pulled away. i felt strangely… slighted. and i heard the faucet turn on>after some audible temperature testing, i finally felt the water contact my hair and scalp. one gentle pleasing increment of heat below too-hot"how's the water""it's perfect">gulp. that means... she's going to start touching me now>mercifully, she starts by only touching my hair. adjusting its position so she could fully soak my locks.>then. i hear the faucet shut off>i feel a strange absence from the water's departure, one much like that i felt when Tabitha removed her hands>i hear the >click>of a shampoo bottle opening. and the telltale sound of shampoo being spread between hands>then>oh god>there they are>her fingertips, exquisite, plunged through my hair to my deepest roots. with soft, small circles, she began to clean and massage my scalp, starting where i had so dearly missed her hands, the base of my head, near my neck>i was enraptured. it was like i was in a sensory deprivation chamber>in a moment of absolute mortification. i faintly realized that i had let out a moan.>i . fucking . froze.
>what the fuck is happening to me? she's a WOMAN! i'm not a fucking freak, and i didn't transition for a fucking fetish. i have to do something>wait fuck! the moan! did she hear?>eventually i realized she had either not heard it or chosen to ignore it. her ministrations had continued throughout, contributing to my inability to form coherent thoughts.>oh fuck. well, she at least realized i was freezing up.>because just then, as i managed to regather my thoughts, she said"it's ok sweetie. you're safe here">and you know what i did? i. started. sobbing.>floodgates opened immediately. like she had flipped a switch in my brain. suddenly i could feel all the pain and fear and sadness i had been shoving down for what felt like eternity.>tears and snot must have been running down, because she wiped off my face gently with a rag>my tears eventually tapered down, as Tabitha rinsed, conditioned, and re-rinsed my hair>she still wasn't saying anything>she squeezed the water out of my hair and wrapped it up in a towel on top of my head. stepping through the curtain, she said"i'm going to get some stuff ready, you sit and let it dry">and i was alone in the soft light. i heard Tabitha's voice, faintly, from the front"hey Shane? could you go grab lunch too? i'll hold down the fort.">i can't believe i fucking cried in front of her. Shane must have heard too, fuck! i need to stop letting my guard down. this stupid comfy room did something to me>i heard the door open and close, then Tabitha arranging some things over at her work station. then the sound of her returning...>she came through the curtain, and dropped her eyes to me"hey">if i tried to say anything for damage control, it would probably backfire. so i keep my mouth shut"i promise, you're not the only client who's ever done that with me. in fact, there are a few clients in specific who had *a lot* of similar quirks to you..."
>fuck. i feel a strange relief that she actually put the question out in the open like that. >hmmm but even then... its more just like she alluded to it... maybe i should just play dumb"i.. dont.. know what you mean. i'm just sorry, i'm glad i'm not the only one">she gave me an "oh, honey..." look"so that's how we're playing it. i'm going to walk back over here behind you, so you dont have to look at me while you talk""why?""because you have something you feel too afraid to say, and i want you to feel safe.""i dont.. i really dont know what you mean, Tabitha. im sorry i cried, it was just, like, a weird thing. im ready for you to cut my hair now, i don’t have anything to talk about">she put a hand on my shoulder, startling me"sweetie...">i didn't respond. first off, i was flustered. second off, another denial wont help me. Tabitha spoke again"ok. i get it. so i'll just be the one to say it. you don't actually want me to cut your hair like some anime character. you want a girl haircut. because you're trans.">ugh. UGH. crazy that even though she already made it clear that she knows, that hit me like a fucking freight train
>i only have one card, so i keep playing it"trans? like ladyboys? ew, what? that's crazy, i'm not trans""sweetie-""just stop okay! you've been really nice and i don't want to get upset at you but you're just saying crazy stuff that doesn't make any sense and-"honey. i felt your racerback strap, when i touched your neck. you're *really* safe here.">i really hate this day. i just want this to be over. why is she making me tell her?"fine">Tabitha looked down at me, remaining silent"fine, fuck. yes, you're right. or, i don't know. i will be soon.""well girl, its pretty clear to me you've been taking hormones for a while. sounds like a trans woman to me""sure, yeah. semantics. but, like. i can't come out for another 9 months. i still have a man face""i don't know about that... maybe with this haircut. but after i'm done with you, you'll be a pretty little thing...">i shuddered.. pretty little thing?? what is this lady's deal?!?"hehe... look at you... well, let's get you fixed up!">with that, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me up out of the chair, over to her work station.
hsts are gay men >say ur hsts>post the most agp stuff you will ever read
>>44028653its part of an ongoing series lol. The whole deal is that she is a self loathing hstslarper and she gets corrupted into transbianism by a sexy lady. fair if its not ur thing lol
