As Di and Frieda walked through the mall, Di made some commands to herself.
"Salons throughout the world, in addition to manicures, pedicures, make-up, and hair-styling, will now feature genital grooming and pleasure services. This service can be provided by salons specially for that purpose, or it can be one of a number of services the salon offers. Not all salons will offer this service, but most will. Salon workers, hair stylists, manicure/pedicure providers, and cosmetologists will be trained in genital grooming and giving oral and manual genital pleasure. The service will involve the client's selection of grooming and styling for genital hair, generalized genital care and cleaning, and receiving genital pleasure dependent on the quality and value of the selected service."
"This service will not affect the rate of men or women visiting salons for this service, meaning it will be much more common for women, since salon use is more common by women. The service is covered under anti-discrimination laws and is offered to all clients, regardless of their genitalia or other factors. People will think this new service is just part of the normal routine when visiting a salon. Just as in normal salons, people may find providers who they prefer and use exclusively, or the selection of provider may be random. It is more likely to be random at cheaper salons, as it is with other services. The large salon in this mall provides all salon services, including genital pleasure."
As Di made the changes she could see the results in her feminine memory. She remembered happy times visiting salons with June, or with her friends, getting "gennies" as the were called for short. Her current landing strip was the result of her previous visit. She had a preferred gennie provider in the salon they were headed for.
As they walked, Di asked Frieda "So have you ever had a real feminine salon experience?"
Di scowled, then said "No, I guess I haven't, though I suppose I should have thought about doing that at some point. They're just so expensive..."
"Well that's where we are going! You are going to get the full makeover!" said Di.
"Oh wow! That's awesome! Thanks, Di!" Frieda was very excited.
In short order they arrived at the salon, called "Love Yourself, by Lucille". The pair walked inside and up to the front counter. A beautiful middle-aged woman stood there and greeted them "Thank you ladies for stopping in! What can we do for you this fine day?" Frieda blushed after being referred to as a lady. The woman's name tag said "Lucille" on it.
"We need to get this girl a full makeover! Mani, pedi, gennie, make-up, and hair style!" Di indicated to Frieda as she listed the services.
"Well, my dear," said Lucille to Frieda, who looked noticeably intimidated by it all, "we will take your already lovely self and make you truly beautiful. You will love yourself!" Lucille turned to Di "And you wish your usual, I imagine?"
"Yes" said Di. "Ursula usually takes care of me, but I'll take Yasmine if she's available, and let Ursula do Frieda here." Di spoke with the practiced experience of having been here many times before.
"As you wish! Both girls are here, and they will have loving yourself in no time. Please take a seat as they prepare for you, and we will be with you shortly!" Lucille concluded the conversation.
Di and Frieda sat. Frieda was quite nervous, but Di's presence and experience comforted her,
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A short while later the friends were seated next to each other in pedicure seats getting pedicures. Di was interested in the next part, the genicure, as it was called, since despite her memories it would be a new experience.
She was also interested in the progress of a man sitting across from them who had arrived shortly before. He had received his pedicure and now had his shorts and boxers being stripped off by the salon worker, a gazelle-morph man. Di couldn't hear the the client as he spoke to the worker. The gazelle-man went to his desk and pulled out a bottle of shampoo of some kind. He poured some of it into his hand and moved deftly to spread it all in the man's crotch. The man's cock became erect as the gazelle-morph rubbed and spread the shampoo all around with his hands. After working up a good lather, the gazelle-morph took a small hose and washed the shampoo away with warm water.
The man's penis remained erect. The provider made a quick walk back to his desk to get a small comb and some small clippers. He returned to his client and began combing his man-bush, occasionally using the clippers to trim some of the mess down. After a short time the hair on the man's cock and balls had been reduced to fuzz, and the hair on his crotch had been trimmed to the same length. It looked like he had a landing strip, except that the top of it was rounded, and the bottom part of the strip had two circular bits of hair on either side. Di suddenly realized it was a cock-and-balls shape that his hair had been trimmed too!
Di searched her new memories and found that this was known as a common gennie style for gay men. Her wishes changed the universe, without a doubt. Shortly after the gazelle had replaced his tools and dusted the hair off the man's crotch and legs, he then knelt on a soft pad in front of the client, placing his face in the man's crotch. The gazelle-morph began licking and sucking the man's cock. Di couldn't hear him before, but she could here the shouts of pleasure now. Before long the man came, and the gazelle-morph swallowed it all down with practiced efficiency. And just like that, the man's pants were returned, he put them back on, and moved on to whatever else he was going to do in the salon.
By now the pedicures were just about done, and it was their turn for gennies. Yasmine, the thin Latina who had been taking care of Di came over and lifted Di's skirt, placing the edges in clasps on the upper part of the chair. The clasps were obviously there for the purpose of holding up skirts and dresses. Yasmine then pulled down Di's panties, leaving Di exposed. Oddly enough, Di still felt comfortable, as if this was totally normal. In fact, it was.
Yasmine asked Di, "What would you like today, dear? Your usual landing strip?"
Di replied "I'm thinking I'll change it up today, if that's okay?"
"Of course!" said Yasmine, "What would you like?"
"I'd like to shave it clean, if you please," Di returned.
"Absolutely! I'll get right on it!" Yasmine said happily.
Meanwhile, Frieda's nerves were on edge as Ursula, a curvy blonde woman of German background, lifted her dress and clasped it up. She hoped Ursula wouldn't say anything... but as Ursula pulled down Frieda's panties, revealing her tiny 2-inch cock and undersized balls, she gasped. "Oh, you're transgender!" said Ursula.
"Y-Yes," said Frieda nervously.
"That's great!" said Ursula. "It's always good when transgendered people make use of our services. We here at Love Yourself are committed to helping you do just that! So please, do not be nervous. We want everything to feel wonderful, natural, and leave you with a positive experience. We are only too happy to offer a variety of feminine genital grooming styles for you to choose from."
Frieda seemed overwhelmed. "Well... maybe just a landing strip? Like Di had?" She looked at Di for help.
"That's perfectly fine!" said Di. "Though I'm going bare this time!"
"Oh... should I... too...?" asked Frieda hesitantly.
"You should go with whatever you want!" said Di. "Go with whatever your feminine gut tells you. You know what's best for you."
"Okay... landing strip," Frieda told Ursula, slightly more confidently.
"It will be as you say, Miss Frieda," responded Ursula.
At this point Yasmine had already taken a gentle clipper to Di's crotch and shaved off most of the hair. She then took a gentle hair-removal lotion and began rubbing it all around Di's area. Yasmine seemed to purposely finger Di's clit a few times as she did so, bringing little sparks of pleasure to the experience. After the hair had been completely removed, Yasmine took a small towel and cleaned Di off. She then felt Di's genitals all around, which started turning Di on. "Feel yourself," Yasmine instructed. "You're completely smooth." Di felt herself, and confirmed that she was indeed completely smooth. It made her feel super sexy. She loved it.
"I love it!" said Di out loud.
"Wonderful!" said Yasmine. She then got a bottle of some lubrication and rubbed it onto her fingers. Yasmine then started rubbing Di's feminine folds with the lubricated fingers. Di gasped in pleasure. Yasmine explained "Research has shown that douching is actually not the best thing to clean a vagina. Douching kills all of the good flora and throws off the pH of a vagina, leaving it vulnerable. Instead, the body's own natural lubricant is the best thing to keep a vagina clean and healthy. So we here at love yourself want to try and stimulate your vagina into releasing its own juices, thus cleaning out your feminine areas in the safest and healthiest way possible."
"Ursula gives the same speech every time," said Di. "But it's certainly true. And you girls are the best at getting my juices to flow!"
"I am glad to hear it," said Yasmine. She then began rubbing inside Di's vagina with her lubricated fingers. She also knelt forward and began licking and sucking on Di's outer folds and clit. Di loved the pleasure she was receiving and moaned in delight. Yasmine continued her ministrations for quite a while. Finally Di hit her peak and climaxed with a scream of pleasure. Lucille from the desk shouted over "That's the sound we like to hear!"
As this was going on between Di and Yasmine, Ursula had cleaned and carefully trimmed Frieda's sparse bush into the desired landing strip. As she did so she talked to Frieda. "You've been taking your hormones, I can see," she said as she removed small bits of hair from Frieda's tiny balls.
"Yes, ma'am," Frieda replied. "Every day."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it," said Ursula. "Your penis size is fortunately quite small by now as well."
"Fortunately?" asked Frieda.
"Yes," Ursula began to explain. "You see, now that we've removed the hair from all around here..." Ursula touched on and behind Frieda's balls. "...We can use this." Ursula heled up a small, skin colored, adhesive strip. "You see. You can push your balls and sack up into your pelvis a bit, and attach this like so..." Ursula pushed Frieda's balls up a bit into the bottom of her pelvis and placed the adhesive strip over them, holding them in place. The result was that Frieda's crotch now looked flat, with nought but a bit of an oversized clit poking out.
Ursula explained some more. "Now since you've been taking your hormones and your masculinity is small enough, we can use this little strip to hide your balls and draw back your penis so it looks a bit more like a clit. It looks best with smaller penises, obviously. With this you should be able to wear any clothing that sits flat on your crotch, and it will be pretty much impossible for anyone to tell that you weren't born a woman. There won't be any ugly bulge. Only when you are naked and someone is looking closely would they be able to tell."
Frieda couldn't contain her smile upon learning about this. "Really? Oh wow, that's wondeful! Thank you so much!" exclaimed Frieda.
"We are so pleased that we are able to help you love yourself!" said Ursula. "And now, just because you're transgender doesn't mean you get left out of the good part!"
Ursula knelt and put her head in Frieda's crotch. She licked and sucked Frieda's tiny clit-dick and it became hard, poking out a bit more than before. Ursula also rubbed Frieda's underside right where the strip held her balls, so that the balls were stimulated in a new and unusual way. Between the two new and highly pleasurable sensations Frieda was more turned on then she'd been in years, and especially since beginning her journey toward becoming a woman. Frieda gasped and cried out at the treatment.
Frieda managed to steal a look in Di's direction. Di was in ecstasy from Yasmine's services and Frieda watched as Di screamed loudly in climax. Frieda vaguely heard Lucille yell "That's the sound we like to hear!" but had stopped paying attention. The sight of Di coming to climax brought Frieda right up to her own point of climax, and her tiny nub of a penis throbbed as cum burst through the tip, sucked up through Ursula's plump lips. Frieda knew this wasn't a female's climax, but it was the closest she'd ever had to hit, and she loved it.
Turning to Di, Frieda breathed "No wonder girls like this so much!"
"You got that right!" said Di.
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After getting cleaned up, the pair moved on to manicures, make-up application, and hair styling, each in turn.
Di had chosen a hot pink nail color for her fingers and toes, and kept to her usual make-up and hair styles.
Frieda, on the other hand, had never been made over like this before. She chose a feminine turquoise color for her finger and toenails, except that she had opted to paint the fourth nail on each hand a matching lavender. Frieda was given many make-up pointers by Ursula, and in the end her face looked like it belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her shoulder-length brown hair was styled to match with extensions and great feminine waves and highlights.
At the end, Di paid with the magically produced gift card. Di raved about Frieda's new looks. "You are absolutely divine! Most girls would KILL to look as pretty as you do!"
Frieda couldn't stop blushing. "I know... I can't believe my own eyes when I look in the mirror. It's hard for even me to believe I was born a man! And not only that, with the new special strips I got from Ursula, I'll be able to wear all the clothes we got without worrying about my crotch bulging... even the lingerie!"
She sounded so happy. It made Di happy too.
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Frieda and Di drove back to Frieda's apartment, chitter-chattering like good friends do. As Di dropped Frieda off and helped her bring all her new stuff up to her apartment, she noticed the poor neighborhood that Frieda was living in. Di honestly feared for Frieda's safety, especially looking like such a hot woman as she did now. As Di said her goodbyes to Frieda and headed out, she made a command that would help make the neighborhood a bit safer.
"Whenever somebody begins or tries to commit a crime in this neighborhood, they will instead stop and go to a nearby anthro-cafe where they will seek random sexual companionship for the night. The local cafe is now open 24/7 and is equipped to handle the influx of new customers."
Di saw the effects of her wish almost immediately, as while she approached her car she saw the shady figure of a man who was apparently about to try and steal her car. He didn't notice her, but as he went to smash the window with his crowbar, he suddenly stopped. He muttered to himself, "Man, I could really use a good pounding right now. I'd love it from a panther... or maybe a tiger... I think... I should go..." He tossed the crowbar into the bushes and began walking towards the commercial strip of shops that was several blocks down the road.
Di drove home. The night was late, so she headed up to her room, took off her outer clothing, and crashed in her underwear, not bothering to put on her usual nightclothes.