Vitalandfresh
Being a man, I’ve had my hair short for decades, my wife cutting it using clippers. However, before Christmas I decided to let it grow. I had no look in mind, just thought let it grow till I got fed up with it and then have it clippered short again. It took a while before it looked much longer, but it started looking unkempt before that. My family and friends asked about it and I said I was just letting it grow. After a few months it was 2 inches long or so all over and Christine, my wife, pressed me to let her cut it. I replied that as it was growing and shapeless, cutting it would be difficult and should be done by a professional. Christine suggested that Paula, her hairdresser, could do it, and I thought why not?
So I made an appointment and a few weeks later was sat in Paula’s salon leaning back into a sink having her wash my hair, very pleasant. Paula asked me what I wanted with my hair and I explained I was just growing it, she said it will need styling more as it gets long. I then mentioned that the last time it got long, many years ago, I ended up having it permed and wearing it curly for a couple of years. Well Paula loved to hear that, she had been trying to get her brother to consider a body perm for his longish hair and had done a trial to show him what it might look like. Anyway, Paula trimmed the ends of my hair, put on a bit of mousse, blow dried it and I was happy with the slightly ‘coiffed’ result. She asked me if she could trim my eyebrows and I said fine. She put the comb through them and cut them tight to the comb! My admittedly dark and bushy brows were now sparse, not quite feminine, but groomed.
Since then I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have my hair longer with a bit of volume and what a thrill it might be to have it permed again. I could even do the trial run, or more, let her curl it for fun. I relayed the conversation to Christine at home to sow the seed for more experiments.
But after reading the stories on this Network and Bigcloset I began to wonder further, what does it feel like to have other things women have? Breasts wobbling on your chest? Earrings dangling against your neck? Hairless legs brushed by the hem of your dress? Long polished fingernails? These things intrigue me not because I want to be a woman or think I might look good, my face might look okay but my body wouldn’t. I’d get a thrill from the idea of it but most of all I want to know what it feels like. In a way especially the dress, I’ve always thought the minimum number of garments you wear the better, holding trousers up by the belt is not always comfortable, what could be better than a light dress hanging from your shoulders. If it’s the right shape you wouldn’t need underwear, it would be like swimming nude, the ultimate freedom. The Arabs have got it right, a jellaba would be the best.
I researched the whole idea. The simplest would be to go to a transformation salon and get the whole makeover. There’s one not to far from me, the drawback is that it costs several hundred bucks and though I can and would afford it, I’d need to hide it from Christine. Our relationship, which is already withering away rather, would not stand it I think. She is not remotely girly and though she has tried all these things would probably struggle to understand why I might want to try them. She accepts my hair obsession, but doesn’t participate much herself any more. I used to cut her hair in all sorts of quite radical styles: undercuts; spikes; I got her to have it permed once but she really can’t be bothered with it, which is fair enough.
I could do it piecemeal. Ebay has breast forms, glue, and bras. ‘Click and collect’ would work to buy a cheap dress without too much risk of exposure. Shaving my legs could be done whenever Christine is away for a week or so, which happens a couple of times a year. All this messing about can be part of the adventure, a bit like travelling independently versus getting a package tour. All the gear can be hidden discreetly without too much danger of discovery and if I have to come clean, so be it. And I get to have another go when the chance arises.
It’s all possible, and there is an absence approaching for Christine, I think I should have a go.
