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It wasn?t a particularly nice day being quite cold, the sky was dark and it had just stopped raining. It was a day off and he was bored hanging about the house, so he decided to go for a drive. He just pointed the car and drove wherever it took him. After driving for about 45 minutes he found himself driving through a main street of a small town. As the street was dotted with lots of little local shops he stopped for a look about. Gareth walked alone the main street, not really looking for anything in particular, but hoping that he would come across something that would really brighten his day.

He was hoping to find was a little hair salon, something from the bygone days. Not your modern unisex shops common today, but more of the female sanctuary he remembered as a boy, were the ladies were pampered and the smell of hair lacquer and perm lotion was breathtaking.

He noticed as he drove along the street a small barber shop and what looked like a modern unisex salon, so after parking the car, he walked away towards the other end of town. The shops were getting more infrequent as he walked; his heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of a shop sign ?Hair salon? but it turned out to be a disused business. ?Damn? he thought to himself as he peered into the darkness behind the window. He turned to walk away and noticed an elderly lady watching him as she approached him in the street. He stood watching her approach.

?Hello, can you help? he said to her as she drew close to him.

?I?m supposed to be picking up my aunt from the hairdressers, but I can?t seem to find it?.

?Oh you probably need Betty?s, it just down the road and around the corner and half way down the street on the right. You can?t miss it; it?s got a blue door. Number 8 I think it is?. She said pointing in the general direction.

?Thanks very much? he said as she turned and walked off.

His heart was starting to race; all kinds of images were running through his mind as he made his way to the end of the street and turned the corner into the street. The street was residential, two rows of terraced houses with no indication of any sort of businesses. He walked on down the street watching the house numbers as he went, 14, 13, 12 the one he wanted was just a few away and there was still no indication of a salon.

?I would have never found this place? he thought.

He watched each house intently has he passed, then finally he passed a house with the blue door, the window was covered in netting and there was a light on inside which shone on two silver domes by the window. He knew instantly that they were large hairdryers. He walked a few paces passed, stopped and turned, took a few deep breaths and headed for the blue door. The door swung open and the smell of perm lotion hit him, he had stepped back in time. The salon was a hive of activity, there were three ladies working and four clients in various stages of makeover, he knew from that moment that nothing was going to deter him from getting his hair done here.

?Can I help you?? the oldest lady said, turning from her client to face him. She was in her late sixties, about 5?6?, white curly hair and wearing a pink nylon uniform.

?Err, I hope so, I was wondering if you did gents? he said hopefully.

?There?s a barber shop just up the road? she said waving a curler in her gloved hand in the general direction of where he had just come from.

?You must be Betty? he said.

?Yes, that?s me? she said with a beaming smile, but looking at him with curiosity.

?Well Betty, I wasn?t looking to have it cut, but I was thinking more of a total new look, something different. So I was wondering if you could fit me in.?

Everybody in the salon had stopped whatever it was they were doing and were now watching him.

?What did you have in mind? said the voice at the far end of the shop, the stylist made her way towards him.

She was in her late forties, short and slender in stature, long dark hair up in a clip and a bright smiley friendly face. She was wearing a short uniform that was buttoned up at the back and had short sleeves, she wore sandals and what seemed very little else apart from her bra and knickers, which could be seen clearly through the pale lilac of her nylon uniform.

?I could do a lot with all this hair? she said pulling his head forward, she ran her fingers through his shoulder length hair. Pulled out a comb from the breast pocket of her uniform and parted his hair in various places.

?Well whatever you think? he replied.

?A blank canvas, hmmm, what?s your name lovely?? she asked returning her comb to her pocket.

?Gareth? he said eagerly.

?Well Gareth, If you don?t mind waiting a while, you can have a seat and we?ll be with you as soon as we can? she said returning her client.

Gareth looked around for a seat; there was a small wooden chair by the side of the door, opposite the wall where the work stations were situated. Taking off his jacket he hung it on a hook on the wall, next to a hook holding a collection of well worn pink, lemon, lilac and flowery nylon gowns. He sat quietly excited taking in his surroundings. All the clients were adorned with these gowns, but with the addition of plastic shoulder capes of a mixture of colours and lengths. A client was under one of the dryers by the window, she looked hot and flushed sitting in a yellow nylon gown and a long blue plastic cape.

Betty was finishing off a Set on a lady in front of him, her pink uniform was old and well worn, it had buttons at the front which were all fastened, it had long sleeves buttoned at the wrist, the two front pockets were stuffed full of bits and pieces and metal hair clips were positioned at various places. The younger stylist to his right, wearing the lilac uniform, was trimming the ends of long blond hair of a younger woman; he could see the tops of her thighs as the nylon below the buttons at the back of her uniform, parted each time the stylist bent forwards. For a moment Gareth had the distinct impression that she was doing this knowingly.

The youngest and by far the largest of the stylists, was applying a hair colour at the station to his left. She was the same height as Betty but much plumper and very much bustier, she was probably in her late thirties, blonde shoulder length hair and a pretty heavily made-up face. Her pink nylon uniform was also fastened at the back, but with a zipper. It was knee length; pink spotted three-quarter sleeves and a high round spotted collar. She was also wearing a black plastic apron and black rubber gloves; her client was draped in a pink gown, a lemon plastic cape at the front and a long black plastic cape at the back.

She caught Gareth looking at her and returned his attentions with a big smile. ?So what do you think Jean, What are we going to do for lover boy here?? she said looking directly at him as she spoke. Gareth?s heart pounded in his chest as they discussed what they were going to do for him.

?How about something ash with a bit of fullness? said Jean looking over to him.

?No, we need something more dramatic? she replied as she covered her clients head with a bag. ?What about something warmer??

?I know just the thing Kath, he can go blonde with some warmer tones? Jean suggested with a big grin, almost breaking into laughter.

?Stop it the two of you, you?re going to frighten the young man? Betty interrupted.

?I know just the thing for him; you can help me do a Betty Special? Betty said as she helped her client out of the chair. She walked over to Gareth, who was looking somewhat concerned, hung her client?s gown on the hook, then running her fingers through his hair.

?Don?t worry sweetheart, don?t pay any attention to Jean and Kath, their just teasing you. You?re going to be so glad you choose us for your new look?, she said.

Gareth was hardly able to contain himself as Betty stood in front of him, playing with his hair. He could feel his manhood straining in his underwear as the hem of her uniform brushed tantalisingly against the back of his hand. Betty moved away to open the door for the leaving customer.

?Thank you Mrs Thomas, see you next week? she said closing the door and collecting her next client.

Lifting the front visor of the dryer she walked back to her station.

?Come and have a seat her Mrs Taylor? lifting the cape free from the seat as her client sat.

Gareth watched in excited anticipation as the staff went about their business. Betty, having removed her client?s hair net, pins and curlers, was dressing her hair and applying copious amounts of lacquer.

Jean, having finished cutting was applying large rollers and Kath, having removed the large black cape from her client, wheeled over a processor hood to behind her client?s chair, adjusted the settings and then started clearing away the trolley full of colouring equipment. Taking her trolley over to the back wash station in the corner of the room, she hung the black cape on the wall, put her bowl and brush in the sink and begin to wash them.

Having returned the clean equipment back to the colouring trolley, Kath walked over to Gareth, still wearing her black apron and gloves, took down a gown from the wall and shook it out in front of him. The nylon gown was a well worn peach colour and had many old stains all over it, but particularly around the collar.

?Arms out? she said as she slipped the gown up his arms, the soft shiny nylon caressing the back of his hands as it passed, and tied it tightly at the back of his neck, her plastic apron pressing against his face as she did so.

?Over to the basin please lovely? she said leading the way. Gareth followed her over to the back wash and sat in the chair. He watched her in anticipation as she selected a cape from the many hanging on several hooks by the water heater. A long pale blue vinyl cape was lifted off its hook and draped slowly over the back of his shoulders, drawn around the neck and the black nylon material as it piping was tied firmly in a bow under his chin. ?Lay back? she said as her latex covered hands guided his head back into the curve of the back-wash basin. Staring up at her, he watched as another large black cape descended over him, covering him entirely, leaving just his head open to access. Reaching up she started the water heater and adjusted the temperature before directing the stream of water over his hair, her ample plastic covered breasts millimetres away from his face as she lathered up his hair and her apron covered body pressing firmly against his arm and shoulder.

?Your enjoying this aren?t you? she said, ?I can tell by the look on your face?

?Yes, I do enjoy having my hair washed? Gareth replied as he savoured every minute.

?So is that why you?re having you hair done today, because you enjoy having the attention?? she continued, the latex of her gloves squeaking against his wet hair as she rinsed away the first lot of lather. Gareth could hear in the background one of the clients leaving, he guessed it was Jean?s, as a few moments later she joined in their conversation.

?So what bits of having your hair done do like the best?? Jean said as she sat herself next to the basin.

?Um, probably just generally getting pampered? he replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

?Well everybody likes getting pampered don?t they? But that doesn?t mean they have their hair done just so they can be pampered. I mean you could go to the unisex shop up the road if you just wanted to be pampered, couldn?t you. There must be something that makes this salon special for you.? Jean pressed.

Gareth had the feeling that they knew what he liked, but just wanted to hear him say it. He thought carefully for a few seconds and firming his resolve, he came clean.

?Well I like the uniforms you wear, I like the more traditional style ladies salons and I like the feel of the capes and gowns?. He said feeling really uncomfortable with the line of questions.

?I see? Jean said with some fascination in her voice.

Kath was rinsing off the last of the lather, a final squeeze with her hand and he was brought to the upright position. With no towel, the water dripped from his hair into the black cape, Jean had now moved behind him and removed the black cape from about him. He could see that Betty finished her client; she was getting her client her change from a small box by the window.

?Sit here in Betty?s station?, Jean said as she guided him to the metal framed styling chair. As he sat, Jean lifted the pale blue vinyl cape over the plastic covered chair back. Gareth could now see himself in the large mirror in front of him, he watch as the droplets of water dripped onto the vinyl cape and then ran down into the floor. Jean stood pondering to the side of him.

?So which of our uniforms do you like the most?? she inquired thoughtfully.

The question made him feel uncomfortable. But he considered for a short while before giving an answer.

?I like them all in their own different ways really? he said thoughtfully.

Jean nodded her head as if in agreement and then moved away to the back of the salon, Kath had gone over to her client and was checking her client?s colour. Betty had opened the door for her client to leave and then on closing the door, she moved behind Gareth and placed both hands down on his plastic covered shoulders.

She stared into his eyes for a brief moment, a smile gradually appearing across her face. Taking a comb from her uniform pocket, she began combing through his wet hair.

?You have a fine head of hair for a boy? she said. ?But I think we need to change the way it looks. Do you trust me?? she asked.

?Yes of course I do, do what ever you think would suit me; I?ll leave it entirely up to you.? He said in anticipation.

Jean brought a trolley to his right and removed two more aprons from a hook at the side of the work stations, one for herself and one for Betty. Jeans was black nylon like Kath?s, Betties was clear plastic with pink and yellow flowers all over it. Having put on the aprons they retrieved two sets of gloves from the trolley drawer and covered their hands in the dark latex. Jean went off and was mixing something at the back of the salon, while Betty removed another cape from a hook, his heart skipped a beat when saw in the mirror the size of the cape. Shaking it out, it made a distinctive swishing sound; she then quickly flicked it around Gareth in one swift movement.

?We don?t want to get any chemicals on you now do we? she said as she wrapped the yellow plastic cape around the front of him, after securing it at the back she leaned over and arranged the cape so that it covered him completely, his feet covered by the shear length of the cape. The touch of her latex hands at the back of his neck and the soft caress of the supple vinyl on the back of his hands sent a shiver of pleasure throughout his body, he felt a rush of excitement as he watched himself being prepared for whatever process he was about to be subjected to, his manhood again straining against his restrictive underwear caused him to adjust his position in the chair. Taking a comb from the trolley Betty started sectioning his hair, retaining each section of hair with a small silver hair clip she retrieved from the front of her apron pocket. Gareth watched and listened intently as each movement Betty made produced a rustle of nylon by her uniform. Jean returned to his right and placed a small black plastic bowl on top of the trolley. Using a small brush, she started to apply the lotion to each section by removing the clip and dividing the hair into smaller sections and painting on the white pasty lotion which produced a pungent ammonia odour. Betty now standing on his left produced a similar brush and pulling the trolley behind the chair back began to apply the paste to that side. Both were working at a brisk pace causing the paste to be flicked all over the cape and over their aprons and gloves, his head danced from side to side and from front to back as each of the stylists competed to position his head. Within a few minutes his hair was covered in the thick white pungent lotion and a process cap had been applied over the whole creation.

?We?ll give that just a few minutes under the developer? Jean said as she wheeled the processor hood behind him and lowered it down over his head. Betty had removed the colour trolley and he could see in the mirror she was clearing it away behind him.

Kath had all but finished her client and was now applying the final touches with a brush and blow dryer. Having now removed her black apron, Gareth admired the view of her ample breasts straining under the smooth uninterrupted lines of the nylon material. With her clients yellow cape tucked under her arm, Kath removed the pink gown and returned it to the hook by the door. Her client followed her to the back of the salon and having collected the payment from her bag; she left after Kath had opened the door and closed it behind her. Gareth realised that her was now the only client left in the salon with the three hairdressers. He felt a further surge of excitement. Just then Jean appeared by his side holding a paper towel and proceeded to wipe down his cape, removing the paste from it as she went, first along his shoulders, down the back and sides and finishing at the front, wiping over his chest and then down to his lap. He could feel the towel slipping over his now very rigid manhood through the plastic and nylon layers. Jean looked straight into his eyes as she did so, a knowing smile on her face. Standing upright in front of him she proceeded to wipe down her own apron, paying particular attention to her breasts and groin. Kath then come into view behind him, lifting off the hood, she pushed it to one side. Jean had stopped her torment and was now lifting off part of the worktop in font of him to reveal a large pale blue ceramic washbasin.

?Lean forwards over the sink and we?ll get this off you? Jean said while putting the latex gloves back on. Helping him over the sink he felt Kath?s hands tying yet another cape under his chin, he could see at his peripheral vision that was black and he assumed it was the large black colouring cape Kath had not long before removed from the previous client.

?Better keep your eyes firmly closed while we rinse this off? she said. Jean then lent over him, her apron rubbing firmly against his arm and shoulder as she applied the warm water to his hair.

?How the water, not too hot is it?? She enquired, rinsing the lotion away. ?No that?s fine, thank you? he replied, his voice echoing in the ceramic sink. With his eyes firmly shut; he was enjoying the massage of the rubber gloves and their texture against his hair.

All too quickly the wash was over and he was returned to the upright position, his cape being adjusted over the chair-back as he moved back. He caught first sight of his own reflection in the mirror. His hair was white and his face visibly displayed his shock.

?Don?t worry, were not half finished yet?. Betty said. He could see that Kath and Betty were standing behind him, gloves on and ready for the next stage. Kath combed through his hair, removing excess water and covering the large black cape with tiny little rivers water that raced to the floor.

Betty produced a pink plastic tray in the shape of a horseshoe and placed behind his head and firmly around his neck. Then taking a small bottle with a long pointed nozzle, started to apply a blue coloured lotion all over his hair, as the lotion was applied, Kath combed it through the hair, so that the excess lotion was being caught in the tray. The lotion felt cold on his head and the strong smell was unmistakable to anyone who had previously undergone a permanent wave. His eyes begin to sting as the strong fumes wafted from the lotion.

?This is my secret lotion? Betty said ?My ladies love the results I get with this. You?re going to look exquisite when we?re finished?.

Replacing the bottle, Betty held the pink tray as Kath combed the last few sections of hair. The pink tray was then removed by Betty as Jean pulled up with a second trolley; Gareth was now surrounded by all three stylists. Betty was behind him, Kath was to his Right and Jean to his left. Jean produced yet another cape, she handed one side over to Kath and they both drew up the long Lilac stripy patterned cape up the front of him and handing over the ties for Betty to secure about his neck.

Each taking a section they proceeded to wind small perming rods into his hair. A small section of hair was lifted, around which the perming paper was wrapped and then the rod was wound down tightly to the scalp and secured with the rubber band. After each three rods were wound, more lotion was applied using a little blue sponge. The smaller rods were placed at the front and sides of his head, the rubber of their gloves squeaked as the rods were wound down to the final few millimetres and held tightly, pulling quite painfully on his hair as the rubber was drawn across to secure it. Gareth watched intently as the three worked methodically, covering his head completely in the multi-coloured perming rods.

In particular he watched Jean in awe; she had the habit of picking up the perming rod from the tray and then adjusting her grip on it by holding it against the side of her breast, causing the nylon of her uniform to rustle each time. Kath would lean towards him each time she collected a new perming rod from her trolley, the nylon spotted sleeves of her uniform rubbed against her large breasts at each and every movement, causing a constant swish of nylon next to his ear.

Betty, having completed her section, was checking around his hairline for stray tufts of hair. She then twisted the hair around her gloved finger into little ringlets which were held in place by more metal hairclips, more of the cold perming lotion was applied by dabbing the sponge onto the ringlet. Gareth could feel the cold lotion running down his neck, but the multitude of capes prevented it from going any further.

Jean and Kath were now also finished and Betty produced a long roll of cotton wool which the three of them were now threading along his hairline and secured in place by yet more metal hairclips.

Gareth watched himself and the three stylists in the mirror, his head was covered in the small multi-coloured rods and an overkill of shiny metal clips which, coupled with the firmness of the wind of the rods, caused him some discomfort. Jean saturated the rods with the remainder of the perming lotion using the little blue sponge, while Kath secured the final end of the cotton roll. Betty stood patiently behind him holding what he thought looked like another small cape, and after the other two had completed their tasks, the little bright yellow plastic cap was placed carefully at the back and brought over his ears and secured firmly over his forehead by a bow. A second pink nylon cap was taken by Kath from the trolley and placed over the first cap, only this time it covered over most of his forehead and his ears and was tied at the back.

Betty had moved away taking the trolley with her, while Jean went over to the one of the dryers, lifted the pale pink front visor and adjusted the controls. ?Over to the dryers please my love? Kath said indicating the way. Gareth stood up and walked over to the dryer Jean had prepared for him, the capes enveloping him and swishing about his legs as he went. Kath and Jean enclosed the capes behind him as he sat under the dryer, cocooning him in the many layers of plastic and nylon. The hood was lowered down over his head and Kath shut the visor over his face, so that his forward vision was impaired. Jean lent forwards and mouthed something to him, the noise of the dryer overpowering her; she lifted a hand and gave him the thumbs up. Unable to respond as the capes were restricting any movement of his arms, he just smiled and nodded.

The dryers droned loudly in his ears as he watched the salon being tidied by the three stylists, trolleys were organized and put away, work surfaces wiped down and the floor was given a thorough sweeping. Betty then left the salon, leaving Kath and Jean to finish off, he watched as best he could as Jean stretched over one of the styling chairs to return a bottle of hair lacquer to the work station, the buttons down the back of her uniform strained as she reached over, forcing the hem to raise up and expose the tops of her inner thighs. His head was starting to feel quite warm and the sight of jean bending over in front of him didn?t help the fact that he was now feeling hot and flushed and starting to perspire significantly.

He desperately wanted the ease the effect this location was having upon him, he just needed to give the ache in manhood a little squeeze, but the cocooning capes not only prevented him from moving his arms, but he felt as if he was being strangled by them. The effect of this bondage just added to the excitement he was feeling at being at the mercy of these three women.

Betty returned to the salon carrying three hot drinks, they arranged the styling chairs unto a semi-circle and sat down for a coffee-break and chat. Gareth felt himself becoming increasingly hot under the drier and tried to adjust his position, but the capes prevented any sort of maneuvering.

?Excuse me ladies, its getting very warm under here? he said in desperation. Putting her coffee down, Betty got up and came over to the drier.

?Now you know what we women have to go through to look beautiful? she said as she adjusted the temperature of the drier. Having returned to her seat, she crossed her legs as she sat down, causing the front of her uniform to part and he was unable to look away for some time.

Gareth felt no cooler but felt a little more able to tolerate the heat as continued to watch the ladies chatting for what seemed like an eternity.

Final Betty got up form the chair, collected the cups and again left the salon. Meanwhile Jean and Kath crossed over to him, raised the visor and then lifted the drier hood up and away to give them access to the perming caps. Kath leant forwards to untie the bow at the back of the first cap, her firm ample breasts pressed intimately into his face; he was acutely aware of the shiny smooth nylon trapped between his face and the softness of her breasts. Seemingly unable to untie the bow, Gareth savoured this nylon embrace and stared into the pink dots of her uniform sleeve until the knot was finally undone and the cap removed. Jean easily remover the plastic yellow cap and both carefully removed one rod each and examined the curl achieved. ?You?re ready, over to the sink please? Jean said as she moved to the backwash area. Gareth tried to get up but the restrictions to his arms made it difficult. Jean returned to his side, she and Kath taking an arm each helped him to his feet and guided him over to the sink, capes flapping once again as he walked.

The coolness of the ambient air in the salon was an absolute relief from the heat of the drier. Again he was guided back onto the seat and his capes adjusted in a more practical fashion as he sat down. Kath and Jean put their rubber gloves back on and removed the clip holding the cotton roll along his hairline, and then his head was guided back into the sink. Jean reached over him to adjust the water heater, her chest hanging inches over him; he scrutinised the delicate lace bra under the sheer nylon material pulled taut over her chest as she stretched over. Water rinsed over the rollers, the relief he felt was superb as the water ran over his head. Then a sudden shock of cold hit him as Kath copiously applied the neutraliser onto the rods by the using a sponge, Jean helped to cover the rods her side until the rods and hair were saturated and his head now felt freezing. He was left for some time in this position staring up at the ceiling, listening to the sporadic chatter of Kath and Jean until Betty returned to the salon.

?Is he ready?? she asked the others.

Jean moved back over to the basin switched on the water and rinsed out the neutraliser from his hair.

?Back to the station? she said as she guided him back to in front of the mirror.

Betty and Kath were waiting for him, two styling trolleys at the ready behind the chair. His capes were lifted and draped over the chair as he sat down. Betty put on her latex gloves and the three set about removing all the hair-clips and perming rods from his hair. As each rod was removed his hair recoiled back into a tight curl. Gareth looked at himself in the mirror; an expression of pure disbelief grew on his face, as it slowly became clear that his hair was now silvery-white with a hint of bluish-purple.

?It?s purple? he said, shocked.

?Isn?t it lovely? Betty replied, lifting his curls with her gloved hand. ?So classic and dignified?

?But it?s purple? he protested.

?I think it looks lovely? Kath added leaning back against the work surface her hands crossed in front of her, accentuating her not inconsiderable breasts, ?What do you think Jean??

Jean stood beside her, hands in her pockets and studied him for brief moment. ?Well I think it?s nice, but if he doesn?t like it?, glancing up at the clock ?there?s not a lot we can do about now.? ?Well I?m not going out of here looking like this, so there better be something you can do? he said in an angry tone.

?I have a solution. Betty said putting the trolleys away. Kath, take those process capes off him?. She continued in an equally abrupt manner. Gareth watched as Kath untied and removed the capes, leaving only the original peach coloured nylon gown. With the plastic capes now removed he felt a great deal cooler, but yet somewhat more exposed.

?So what?s the plan? he said to anyone that was listening. Kath was hanging up the capes over by the wash-basin, Jean was cleaning the trolley and Betty was bent over looking for something in a low cupboard.

?Well, I have a solution in here somewhere that will be just the thing for this predicament, but well have to put this on you first.? Standing upright Betty unfolded and shook out a large black cape. Moving across to his side she again shook the cape, inviting him to put his arms into the sleeves of the garment. Kath and Jean moved either side of him as Betty drew the black cape up his arms and around his neck. The cape was a shiny plastic material, but felt a lot heaver than the others he had worn, more of a woven fabric he thought, more like PVC.

As the cape was drawn up his arms, he noticed that the sleeves were very long and ended with what looked like straps. At the same time as he became aware of this peculiarity Jean and Kath had picked-up the straps and passed them behind him, crossing them in front of him as they did so. Betty took the straps from the others and tied them tightly behind the chair. Before he realised what had happened, he was securely tied to the chair, his arms crossed over in front and secured behind him. He could not move his arms or move forwards in the chair, he was tied securely to the chair and unable to move, cocooned once again.

?What are you doing?? he said in astonishment, still trying to move his arms that were bound tightly by the sleeves.

Jean and Kath put their hands on his shoulders and pushed him back into an upright position.

?You?ve really annoyed Betty, best you sit still and get this over with?. Jean answered.

?Get what over with?? he asked looking up at both stylists, smiling as they continued to hold him back in the chair.

Without waiting for an answer, Gareth saw what he was in for. Betty had returned and set out an array of tools in front of him, two old fashioned hand-clippers, a scissors and a cut throat razor.

Betty unfolded a nylon burgundy cutting sheet, flicked it out and drew it up over him, drawing the ?v? of the sheet tightly under his chin and tucking the rest around his neck.

?Oh no, please don?t cut my hair off, please don?t? Gareth begged.

Betty, picked up the larger of the hand clippers, did a few practice strokes and moved them closer to him. Gareth lunged forwards as best he could in the chair, trying to hide his head in his lap and moving it from side to side, anything to prevent Betty from cutting his hair.

?Hold him? Betty said firmly. Kath moved behind him, her gloved hand took hold of him under his chin and with the help of Jean on his shoulders, pulled him upright in the chair.

?No, please, I?ll keep my hair this way, I could easily get used to it. Please don?t cut it off? Gareth pleaded as best he could with Kath holding his jaw firmly.

Betty put her hand firmly on top of his head; he could feel the cold steel of the clippers press against him, just below his right temple. He heard the slow click, click, click of the hand-clippers as they began to shear away his hair. Kath had one hand under his chin and the other on his forehead, pulling him close to her, his head buried in her nylon chest. He felt pangs of excitement at his position, but his distress at being sheared overwhelmed any pleasure to be gained. He continued to struggle as the cold clippers progressed along the side of his head. Jean took one of her hands off his shoulder and helped Kath by pulling his jaw to the left, giving Betty better access to the back of his head.

?Please stop? He spluttered through the latex hands about his face.

Betty paused for a moment. ?You have wasted most of our afternoon because of your self gratification. But your lack of appreciation for our efforts has annoyed me, so now I?m making sure you won?t be doing this again for quite some time. Now sit still, because the more you fight the longer it will take and the more it will hurt.?

Kath moved around to his side so that Betty could get to the back of his head, her hands holding his head firmly against her chest as she did so. Gareth winced repeatedly as the sharp teeth of the clippers caught and yanked at his hair, but Betty continued clipping mercilessly. With a large percentage of his hair cut on the one side, Gareth resigned himself to the fact that he was helpless to resist, so he stopped struggling. Jean and Kath sensed his change of energy and also relaxed their grip.

He watched in the mirror as the clippers removed the silvery-purple curly hair from the side of his head and drop onto the burgundy cutting sheet. Looking at himself being restrained by the two stylists and having his head immersed in the nylon enclosed chest, Gareth felt the strong feelings of arousal again and began to once again enjoy the experience.

With the one side and most of the back done, Jean and Kath changed roles. Jean now holding his head against her chest with less effort, Betty carried on to the other side with more success and slightly less pain. His head held forwards, he could see his mass of hair resting in his lap, the purple tinge looking more pronounced against the burgundy of the cutting sheet. With the bulk of his hair gone, Betty changed clippers and Jean and Kath now stood either side of him and steadied his head. He watched as the patchy cutting of the previous clippers was refined by Betty, she worked the clippers all over his head, front to back, back to front, sides and back, until she was totally satisfied with the result.

Finally she exchanged the hand-clippers for the open razor. Betty flashed the blade in front of him, ?If I were you I would stay very still? she said. Kathy released her grip on him so that Betty could work on her side, trimming the hairline and cleaning the neck as she went, until Jean also let him go and the hairline was complete.

Gareth was now staring at himself in the mirror; his hair was no longer than a 1/8th of an inch all over, gone were the tight curls, as was evidence of the blue rinse.

?Now then, that?s what I call something different? Jean said looking at him arm crossed in front of her and a mischievous grin on her face.

Kath rubbed her latex hand over his head, ?I liked it with the curls. He looked more feminine and much nicer-looking?.

Betty loosened the cutting sheet and handed it to Jean, who folded it and put it away. She then untied the sleeves of the heavy black gown, releasing his arms, the back was untied and the gown drawn off him by Kath. Betty produced a small soft brush from her pocket and brushed down his neck to remove any residual hairs. She finally removed the old peach gown he had now worn for over three hours and returned it to the hooks on the wall.

He felt the smooth brush-like texture of his head. ?I?ll have to get used to this? he said. Betty stood behind him holding his jacket out for him, he got up out of the chair and she helped him on with it. ?We?ll take our payment now please? Betty said holing out a receipt.

Gareth pulled out his wallet from his jacket and handed Betty the necessary amount, which she slipped it into her uniform pocket.

?Thank you? she said with a little more gentleness to her voice.

Gareth looked about the salon at the three of the stylists who were all watching him, he was more nervous now that at any other time during the afternoon. ?I know I was unhappy with all your hard work, it was a bit of a shock really, and you were quite rightly annoyed at me for that. But I have really enjoyed myself this afternoon and if it was OK with the three of you, I would love to have another appointment some time in the future, when it?s grown a bit. If that?s what you want??

None of the ladies said a word. Betty opened the salon door for him to leave and handed him a card as he brushed passed her.

?Make an appointment next time? she said.

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