Salon Trippin'

Tuesday was my monthly salon appointment with Meghan, my hairstylist. Meghan knows all about my feminine alter ego and enjoys hearing my latest exploits. She always schedules me as her first appointment of the day, usually before the other stylists come in to work. Yesterday’s appointment was no exception. In fact, she had scheduled me a full hour before others were due because I was to have my hair colored along with styling. Once the color was “cooking”, she sat down in the stylist chair beside mine.

“Ok, we have at least 45 minutes before anyone else is due in, so let’s hear the latest news about Beverly and Linda,” she instructed as she reclined in the chair.

I filled her in on Darryl’s last visit, my double date with Jesse and the ‘other couple’ of Linda and Darryl. She wanted to know all of the details so I found myself opening up and telling her everything… my greeting Darryl at the door and how I was dressed, how he greeted and kissed Linda along with how I felt watching this. I even told her about Linda and Darryl’s night out alone while I sat home dressed in my little girl dress (she laughed hysterically at that) as well as Darryl’s instruction to Linda about staying naked whenever she was home during his stay.

“Did anyone drop in? What did she do then?” Meghan asked wide-eyed as I told about Linda’s shaved mound and Pam’s unexpected visit.

“Oh MY GOD! Linda walked around naked in front of your sister? How did that make you feel? Did Darryl do anything in front of Pam with your wife?”

So I told her about Linda having to make an entrance and stand naked in front of us. Plus I found myself admitting to me being spanked by both ladies, which Meghan found highly amusing and teased me about it.

Then she wanted to know about the double date and where we went. That meant telling her about our trip to the tattoo parlor and me having to show her my piercing which led to a 10 minute discussion of sharing our piercing experiences as I found out she had gotten her navel pierced while in high school.

“Tell me about Linda’s tattoo. What did you think about her getting it?” Meghan inquired.

I told her about the butterfly tattoo just above Linda’s hairless vagina and how I felt uneasy watching her undress before us (me, Jesse, Darryl, and the tattoo artist) as well as how it is healing nicely and really looks cute despite my initial feelings towards it.

“Does she let you see it up close often?” she mischievously asked, both of us know what she really meant and I acknowledge that I pay intimate homage to it often.

“So did Jesse spend the night?” she grinned as I turned bright red and nodded silently. “You are such a slut, Beverly,” she teased.

The bell ringing announced that it was time to rinse my hair and move on to the next phase. When finished rinsing, Meghan looked at my eyebrows and announced that they needed cleaning up. She commented on my latest adventure while applying wax to my brow line and ripping away until she was satisfied with my feminine arch.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately for my own sake), our private time was up as two other stylist arrived. I was saved from any further self-depravation and relaxed as we talked about hair styles and other mundane things.

I love those visits and feel fortunate that I can share things with someone supportive like Meghan. It is good to have someone to confide in. Moreover, she is always so enthusiastic to hear my stories. We keep talking about going out together some night for drinks. I hope that happens soon as I know we would have a great time. Who knows, maybe we will even let Linda join us. If that happens, look out world!