My first visit to the hair salon en femme

[Grace]

I’ve always been a risk taker. Today I surprised even myself, though. I’d been dressed en femme since leaving work on Friday, and have gone into a number of stores (regular errands, and lots of fun shopping—I really enjoy trying on nice dresses in the department stores—I even buy some of them.) Anyway, I was feeling really good about how well I was passing, and finally overcoming my fear of using my voice. Evidently, it has become believable enough that no one batted an eye when I asked where the fitting room was, or fielded a compliment from a cashier on my earrings.

Anyway, yesterday I put on nail polish, and was pleased that I didn’t have to take it off until the end of Sunday, when I had to get ready to go back to work. This morning, though, I realized I’d promised myself a haircut this weekend—it was long enough for my femme outings, I didn’t need a wig, just had to brush it differently, but it was getting too long for male mode. I thought, “darn, I’m going to have to take off my nail polish. Well, at least I can get a few things I need at the store first. So, off I drove.

In the complex where the store was, was a hair salon. On the spur of the moment, I thought, what the heck—If I pass well enough, I can just get a woman’s hair style and I’ll find a way to comb it for my male persona. So in I went.

The stylist showed me to the chair and asked me what I’d like done, and I told her to just thin it a bit, take it up above my collar, get the bangs out of my eyes. I told her I trusted her to make it look good. (I can’t believe I actually did this!) She took a long time and paid a lot of attention to layering, thinning, getting it to look as nice as she could, asking me for input every now and then. I’ve never had this much attention for a haircut before. It felt terrific. She gave me a blow dry, put a little hair spray on to keep the styling in place, and voila!

I paid her, tipping her handsomely. I really don’t think she ever suspected I was a guy. Needless to say, with a woman’s haircut, I felt even more confident when I finally went shopping. I must have radiated some of my happiness, too, as I noticed a few people smile at me when we made eye contact. I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but I feel really great about it. (I’ve already confirmed I can comb it “male,” but it’s great to know I can also comb it femme and keep the wig in its box.) What next? A demo at the makeup counter? Scary thought. I don’t know if I was brave, stupid, reckless, or just plain lucky, but it was a great ending to a nice weekend.

Grace

[DonnaT]

Nice, Grace. I can imagine how much better not have to wear a wig would feel.

I don’t know if I was brave, stupid, reckless, or just plain lucky, but it was a great ending to a nice weekend.

I don't reckon it matters much when you are having a good time
But another possibility is, they don't have any problem with Tgirls coming in.

[S. Lisa Smith]

Did you take any pictures???

[Kyra]

What a great story, Grace!

If you're passable enough to stump the hair-dresser, the makeup counter should be a breeze!

I, too, wish my hair was long enough to leave the wig on the shelf. I was out Saturday from 12 noon until 10:00 pm (en femme), and I couldn't get it off fast enough when I got home. Enjoy the freedom of not needing it.

Have fun girl, you've earned it.
Hugs,
Kyra

[Grace]

Lisa,

Alas, no pictures. I need an accomplice, apparently, behind the camera to get good pictures. I've tried dozens of times, but only a couple of pictures have ever come out worth looking at-- I keep trying, though.

Kyra,

There's something even more personal and up close about having someone putting makeup on you. My whiskers are pretty much flesh colored, and I shave really closely when I'm dressed, but the whiskers still give a bit of a rough texture to my skin that I fear would be a giveaway. It is a cool thought, though. I'm toying with having my nails done, though-- I'd love to see what a professional could do, compared to my technique, which is based on house-painting. :-)

Grace

[Grace]

Amy Marie,

Doggone it, now you've done it. No doubt now that I'll have to try the make-up experience, and you've even told me where-- no excuses. There is something really empowering about overcoming fears like this and taking crazy plunges. Thanks for the push. :-)

Grace

[Charlene Marie]

I’ve always been a risk taker. Today I surprised even myself, though. I’d been dressed en femme since leaving work on Friday, and have gone into a number of stores (regular errands, and lots of fun shopping—I really enjoy trying on nice dresses in the department stores—I even buy some of them.) Anyway, I was feeling really good about how well I was passing, and finally overcoming my fear of using my voice. Evidently, it has become believable enough that no one batted an eye when I asked where the fitting room was, or fielded a compliment from a cashier on my earrings.

Anyway, yesterday I put on nail polish, and was pleased that I didn’t have to take it off until the end of Sunday, when I had to get ready to go back to work. This morning, though, I realized I’d promised myself a haircut this weekend—it was long enough for my femme outings, I didn’t need a wig, just had to brush it differently, but it was getting too long for male mode. I thought, “darn, I’m going to have to take off my nail polish. Well, at least I can get a few things I need at the store first. So, off I drove.

In the complex where the store was, was a hair salon. On the spur of the moment, I thought, what the heck—If I pass well enough, I can just get a woman’s hair style and I’ll find a way to comb it for my male persona. So in I went.

The stylist showed me to the chair and asked me what I’d like done, and I told her to just thin it a bit, take it up above my collar, get the bangs out of my eyes. I told her I trusted her to make it look good. (I can’t believe I actually did this!) She took a long time and paid a lot of attention to layering, thinning, getting it to look as nice as she could, asking me for input every now and then. I’ve never had this much attention for a haircut before. It felt terrific. She gave me a blow dry, put a little hair spray on to keep the styling in place, and voila!

I paid her, tipping her handsomely. I really don’t think she ever suspected I was a guy. Needless to say, with a woman’s haircut, I felt even more confident when I finally went shopping. I must have radiated some of my happiness, too, as I noticed a few people smile at me when we made eye contact. I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but I feel really great about it. (I’ve already confirmed I can comb it “male,” but it’s great to know I can also comb it femme and keep the wig in its box.) What next? A demo at the makeup counter? Scary thought. I don’t know if I was brave, stupid, reckless, or just plain lucky, but it was a great ending to a nice weekend.

Grace

Grace, wonder for you i know you had a blast and felt very feminine. Going to the beauty salon is my favorite thing to do. See my pics in the Photo Gallery, a few are in the beauty salon. I go every week for a set, and they treat me just like one of the girls. Try it, you'll love it. Thanks for sharing this story. Charlene Marie

[Charlene Marie]

I’ve always been a risk taker. Today I surprised even myself, though. I’d been dressed en femme since leaving work on Friday, and have gone into a number of stores (regular errands, and lots of fun shopping—I really enjoy trying on nice dresses in the department stores—I even buy some of them.) Anyway, I was feeling really good about how well I was passing, and finally overcoming my fear of using my voice. Evidently, it has become believable enough that no one batted an eye when I asked where the fitting room was, or fielded a compliment from a cashier on my earrings.

Anyway, yesterday I put on nail polish, and was pleased that I didn’t have to take it off until the end of Sunday, when I had to get ready to go back to work. This morning, though, I realized I’d promised myself a haircut this weekend—it was long enough for my femme outings, I didn’t need a wig, just had to brush it differently, but it was getting too long for male mode. I thought, “darn, I’m going to have to take off my nail polish. Well, at least I can get a few things I need at the store first. So, off I drove.

In the complex where the store was, was a hair salon. On the spur of the moment, I thought, what the heck—If I pass well enough, I can just get a woman’s hair style and I’ll find a way to comb it for my male persona. So in I went.

The stylist showed me to the chair and asked me what I’d like done, and I told her to just thin it a bit, take it up above my collar, get the bangs out of my eyes. I told her I trusted her to make it look good. (I can’t believe I actually did this!) She took a long time and paid a lot of attention to layering, thinning, getting it to look as nice as she could, asking me for input every now and then. I’ve never had this much attention for a haircut before. It felt terrific. She gave me a blow dry, put a little hair spray on to keep the styling in place, and voila!

I paid her, tipping her handsomely. I really don’t think she ever suspected I was a guy. Needless to say, with a woman’s haircut, I felt even more confident when I finally went shopping. I must have radiated some of my happiness, too, as I noticed a few people smile at me when we made eye contact. I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but I feel really great about it. (I’ve already confirmed I can comb it “male,” but it’s great to know I can also comb it femme and keep the wig in its box.) What next? A demo at the makeup counter? Scary thought. I don’t know if I was brave, stupid, reckless, or just plain lucky, but it was a great ending to a nice weekend.

Grace

Great story Grace, do you have a picture of your new hair-do?

[Grace]

Charlene Marie,

Sorry, no pictures. In fact, I haven't been able to figure out how to reduce my pixel count to post my Avatar. Interestingly, I've had a couple of compliments on my hair en drab-- it seems the extra care that went into the trim also had a nice male result. Surprise.

Grace

[DeniseL]

Great story Grace, the only thing i wish is that i had enough hair to let grow out so I could get a proper femme perm.

I love to go shopping, ( hate it as a guy ) so when femme have to wear a wig. I did buy a new one in Dec.
Went to a lady that specializes in wigs, does a lot of work fitting cancer patients, and is very supportive to TG persons as well. She tried on 4 or 5 before she found one, both she and I liked.

I was out shopping femme yesterday, and in one shop where i found a pair of slacks, on checking out the cashier commented on how much she liked my ear rings, and she would love to have a ring the same style.

In Sears, the girl on the cosmetic counter recognized me from a couple of weeks before, and asked how i liked the product samples she gave me.
Was looking at some different cosmetics, and she offered to try some on me to see how they looked, which i felt real good letting her do it.

If either of the ladies did realize i was TG, the sure did not show it, and chatted to me like they would any other lady.

In my area i have seen several gg's that look more masculine than feminine, so I guess I pass well enough even with a wig, to be accepted as one of the girls

Denise