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As Martin entered the world of the hair salon, he felt something like Deja vu, he felt as if he had been there many times before and it was confirmed when the receptionist asked him "How is your day Miss Martina?" There it was again, people knew this persona he had been working on for months, but he swore he had never met any of them before.

The hairstylist asked if "she" was going out somewhere special as she was booked in for "The works" Martin smiled not knowing exactly what the works entailed, or who had made the appointment for him, a cape was fastened around Martins neck, he froze as the girl started brushing his hair and was asking what she had planned for her weekend she continued to talk even though Martin never replied to one single question, a big event was planned for "Martina" but Martin had no idea what a large part he was going to play in it.

The stylist washed and conditioned Martins hair, then she added a color to it, before wrapping it in a turban styled towel, he was led over to one of the styling chairs and told his usual stylist would be with him shortly, and one of other girls would begin working on his Mani-Pedi, he looked around at the other women in the salon, they all looked relaxed in this most feminine of places, not a man in sight.

The stylist (His Usual)? Walked over to him and asked how "she" was? Would "she" like a coffee or tea? "Im well" and "no thank you" were his replies, he wasnt well, he felt sick to be in there against his will, still trying to figure out who was behind this, the fake boobs on his chest that had been part of the last envelope the week before, they felt heavy on him, and why had no one said anything to him during the time he had started to wear make up and dresses to work, he felt the boobs would be the last straw and people would surely have him committed, but no one said anything to him.

His stylist began to roll his shoulder length hair in large curlers, he was trying to come to terms with this but it was so foreign to him? Or was it? With the rollers completely covering his head a large net was placed over them, and tied at the back of his neck, he was led over to a bank of hair dyers, the old fashioned type that looked like helmets, he was handed a magazine, "Top one hundred hot bodies" it read, but his excitement turned to dread as he turned each page to see mens bodies covering every page.

As his hair was drying two women came over with a tray of make up, he was to be given "The Works" there too, according to the receptionist, One woman used cleansing pads and cleaned all the make up he had applied that morning, following the instructions of his phantom torturer, Martin was good at applying his make up, a lot better than he thought he should be, Martin looked at himself in the mirror that morning and with each stroke of a brush and application of a creme, eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick, Martin disappeared and Martina appeared.

Powder was brushed on to Martins face, a perfect match for his complection, his eyebrows were tweezed to a perfect feminine arch, pure black eyeliner traced his eyelids, as false eyelashes were having the glue attached to them to secure them to his own feeble excuse as lashes, the ends of each lash had a small black ball added to them, Pink rouge was brushed on to martins already slightly red checks, the picture of femininity was finished off with layer after layer of a perfect shade of red lipstick and gloss, The girls stood back in a semi circle to admire their work, with a couple of sighs thrown in for good measure.

Martin wasn't allowed to see the finished female version of himself, as the helmet hair dryer was removed from his head, the rollers were removed carefully so as not lose their curl, each curl sat atop his head, like the curl of a wave in the ocean, Martin could only guess at how feminine he looked, he had no idea just how beautiful he would be when they had teased and brushed his hair into a perfect bee hive type style with a huge piece of hair covering his brow, swept to one side, and a ton of hair spray to maintain its position, nothing was going to move it now, a large bow with mesh was attached to his hair.

The owner of the salon came over to congratulate her girls on a job well done, they all clapped as if at some kind of fashion show, with Martin as the model, Your outfit is in the back room Miss Martina, you can go and change when you are ready.

Martin entered the "Back room" it was like no room he had ever been in, or so he thought, but with each step in his 3" heels, he became more familiar with the room, it was as though he had been here many, many times before, (But how could that be?) he thought to himself, as he walked over to where "His" outfit hung, he noticed it was pure black from head to toe, he was wearing black stockings to match the outfit, but had that been coincidence, that he wore black, No it wasn't, he somehow knew to wear black, as if he knew it would match the outfit he was about to put on.

He took the dress off the hanger and held it against his body, it was a perfect fit, he pulled the zip down on the side of the dress, (How did he know it had a side zip?) he thought, he stepped into the dress after taking his shoes off and pulled it up his now feminine body, it rolled over his curves as is it was made to measure, he zipped it up with his perfectly manicured fingers, and as he did he caught a view of himself, in the full length mirror in the corner, Martin was gone and a beautiful woman stood looking back at him.

Miss Martina walked toward the mirror as she fastened the leather gloves on to her dainty hands and said,

"Its my time now Martin, we just have one more thing to do and then we can say goodbye to you forever and hello to me", Martin couldnt speak Martina was in control of this body now, she had taken over step by feminine step.

Then all of a sudden Martins memories came floooding back to him, he remembered writing each letter and buying each piece of clothing. Thats how the items of clothing were seeming to appear, in his apartment, He thought someone was setting him up to wear womens clothing, and at the time he had no idea WHO.

It turns out it was him all along putting the letters under his door the night before then he himself picking them up from under the door the next morning, buying Pantyhose, cinchers, make up, and even making appointments for the hair dressers and fittings for the dress he now wore, she had done her job well, she had taken over body from the mind out, no wonder no one at the office said anything she was there when he wasnt, he now knew what she intended to do.

Martina walked into the office and everyone stopped what they were doing to admire and congratulate the new C.E.O. of his company, all the meetings she had set up to take over from him came flooding back to his memory, Martina signed the documents that already had Martins signatures on them, he didnt remember signing anything until that moment, it was all cut and dry, she turned to a mirror and gave one last wink of her gorgeous eye to Martin and he was gone.....

Martina had the operation over the next two weeks to be fully female,

Martin never felt a thing....
Poor Martin, he never knew what hit him until it was too late.
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charlee718 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017
Wish that would happen to me
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2017
I know, lol.
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Jaybird196 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2017
Hmm? A split-personality?
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Yes, He had been Martina a lot more than he realized.
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Jaybird196 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Apparently, heh. I guess, he was in denial, or something.
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
He had no idea she was inside him waiting to emerge, like a butterfly.
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Jaybird196 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017
:)
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shoujodana Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2017
What a wonderful story!  You handled the salon scenes so much better than I EVER could.  Thanks so much for the story.  I love a happy ending!  (So does Martin!)
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
More of a happy ending for Martina I think.
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shoujodana Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Oh yes!  A very happy ending.  I love the idea of a beehive hairdo btw.  A very classy 'do'!
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Thanks Martina ha ha
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LoveLatex64 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017
Very unexpected finish, but indeed so many things suddenly make sense. The King is dead, long live the Queen!
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017
Yes I was hoping people would get it, I wasnt sure if I was explaining it properly.
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LoveLatex64 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017
It still took quite a while for me and then suddenly it clicked...
Well done!
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Yes thats good I dont want people to guess the ending before I get there myself.
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ShinPersonaMaster Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
Great story.
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SFC78767 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017
Thanks Sarah.
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ShinPersonaMaster Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
You're welcome.
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