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This has been a terrible time for me. Husband left us so suddenly and I just don't have any way of controlling my son with his little outbursts. During the summer was especially trying as he's home all day while I'm trying to make ends meet at work. He does nothing to help around the house so when I see an ad for some camp I was excited enough to make him go to it. That way I won't have to worry about him for a week.

On the way to the campsite I notice a billboard showing that there's a new salon nearby and to come in for a free treatment. I drop him off (he was reluctant to leave the house with all the games and air conditioning and food) and I headed straight to the salon along the same road.

Everybody who worked there seemed so friendly! I see some of the patrons there, oddly some looked like men getting some serious makeover? It didn't matter to me about that. The head stylist discussed with me about what i would like when she sat me down. I was offered something bubbly to drink, little finger foods and even a screen to watch some kind of television program.

The ladies washed my hair and began working on my feet and nails. The chair was also a massager and made me feel soooo good that I felt I was in a trance barely noticing anything except the TV. My eyes stayed open as the images and words popped up.

It seemed that whatever I chatted with the ladies about with my life was being brought up to me on the screen. It was helping me feel less like garbage and more like a stronger woman. One that I should not take any shit from the men in my life, especially my son. "They hurt you so it's time to take a stand and take control!" was one of the many lines of 'encouragement' they gave me.

I watched a woman standing over someone in a very dominant stance and ordered him to do things. Then later I assumed the same pairing but he was in something pink and frilly and that face was beet red with embarrassment. This kept going until the male was no longer anything masculine as the woman was ordering him around, seeing his penis just dripping and with a cock ring. She yelled and he did it while also playing with another sissy.

I gave a soft moan while seeing the woman having a good time. All that went away for what was the ending motivational moment. Some little girl, who could have been like me long ago, playing with a doll in the same outfit of the sissy with the tagline of: "You remember the good times you had with dolls.. Why not play with a real one one now?"

By the time they finished with my makeover and new hair I came to from watching the screen, breathing heavily and feeling very much like a better, dominant woman. My hair looked fabulous with the 50's style they gave me. Fingers and toes looked immaculate in red and my face looked ten years younger. My perfectly painted lips smiled so wide I almost wanted to cry!

I felt so great that i wanted to insist I pay for this even though it was free. They refused, but then said I could come back tomorrow for continued conditioning. I didn't think of it and so I scheduled to go back in tomorrow, which led to coming back everyday while my son was at the camp.

During the week, after every visit to the salon I would go out and shop for things I never thought I'd get. I bought a regular sized dildo, then a bigger dildo, then a harness for strap-ons at some point I'm not sure why I needed that! I even got clothes, even though some I didn't think were for me actually, but for someone smaller. When I saw dolls in a store I thought about getting one, but somehow holding one of them didn't make me feel right, like I needed just the right doll to feel important to me.

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This has been a terrible time for me. Husband left us so suddenly and I just don't have any way of controlling my son with his little outbursts. During the summer was especially trying as he's home all day while I'm trying to make ends meet at work. He does nothing to help around the house so when I see an ad for some camp I was excited enough to make him go to it. That way I won't have to worry about him for a week.

On the way to the campsite I notice a billboard showing that there's a new salon nearby and to come in for a free treatment. I drop him off (he was reluctant to leave the house with all the games and air conditioning and food) and I headed straight to the salon along the same road.

Everybody who worked there seemed so friendly! I see some of the patrons there, oddly some looked like men getting some serious makeover? It didn't matter to me about that. The head stylist discussed with me about what i would like when she sat me down. I was offered something bubbly to drink, little finger foods and even a screen to watch some kind of television program.

The ladies washed my hair and began working on my feet and nails. The chair was also a massager and made me feel soooo good that I felt I was in a trance barely noticing anything except the TV. My eyes stayed open as the images and words popped up.

It seemed that whatever I chatted with the ladies about with my life was being brought up to me on the screen. It was helping me feel less like garbage and more like a stronger woman. One that I should not take any shit from the men in my life, especially my son. "They hurt you so it's time to take a stand and take control!" was one of the many lines of 'encouragement' they gave me.

I watched a woman standing over someone in a very dominant stance and ordered him to do things. Then later I assumed the same pairing but he was in something pink and frilly and that face was beet red with embarrassment. This kept going until the male was no longer anything masculine as the woman was ordering him around, seeing his penis just dripping and with a cock ring. She yelled and he did it while also playing with another sissy.

I gave a soft moan while seeing the woman having a good time. All that went away for what was the ending motivational moment. Some little girl, who could have been like me long ago, playing with a doll in the same outfit of the sissy with the tagline of: "You remember the good times you had with dolls.. Why not play with a real one one now?"

By the time they finished with my makeover and new hair I came to from watching the screen, breathing heavily and feeling very much like a better, dominant woman. My hair looked fabulous with the 50's style they gave me. Fingers and toes looked immaculate in red and my face looked ten years younger. My perfectly painted lips smiled so wide I almost wanted to cry!

I felt so great that i wanted to insist I pay for this even though it was free. They refused, but then said I could come back tomorrow for continued conditioning. I didn't think of it and so I scheduled to go back in tomorrow, which led to coming back everyday while my son was at the camp.

During the week, after every visit to the salon I would go out and shop for things I never thought I'd get. I bought a regular sized dildo, then a bigger dildo, then a harness for strap-ons at some point I'm not sure why I needed that! I even got clothes, even though some I didn't think were for me actually, but for someone smaller. When I saw dolls in a store I thought about getting one, but somehow holding one of them didn't make me feel right, like I needed just the right doll to feel important to me.