Amber sits herself down in the chair taking a deep breath and calming herself with the knowledge that Juana understands her.
As she starts in on the haircut, Juana pipes up, “you know I was sitting in this very chair almost 5 years ago when I had my first haircut as Juana. I was 22, and just out of college.” She chuckles.
“I never would’ve taken you as a Pink Pill girl. You certainly turned out stunning.” Amber says with a smile.
“Oh you flatter me dear, the pink pill does wonders. I felt the same way you did once. I thought there was no way I would end up beautiful but now I feel wonderful.”
“Why did you take the pill Juana? What made you want to be a woman?”
“Well I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in owning my own breasts. The bigger reason was because I just loved my sister so much. I wanted to be closer to her than I ever had been and discover a new side of myself. I used to be just a big dumb frat guy, now I love myself and my beautiful sister more than ever.” She says in a lovely earnest tone.
“Oh that’s so sweet Juana. I started on the pill because I just wanted to feel what’s like with the mind of a woman. I wanted that feeling of vulnerability and sensitivity, and god does it feel good.”
“I’m so happy for you. Now sit back and let me do wonders to your lovely curly hair.”
Some time and girlish chatting about boys, clothes, and makeup later, Amber gasps as she sees the magnificent work Juana has done with her hair. Her much lighter colored long wavy locks sat just above her shoulders with cute bangs framing her much softer, yet still masculine face.
“My lord Juana what have you done to me? I… I look beautiful.” She says touching her hair and face.
“Thank you darling, I was just working with the beauty I had in front of me. Feel free to come back, even just to chat anytime. I would love to help you with anything you need. Whoever you’re trying to impress will certainly be in love with you.” Juana says with a coy smile.
The two give each other big hugs and exchange contact information before Amber strolled out of the salon, not caring about the looks she received from others. She was too strong a woman to be held down now.