Cheryl Ann Owens
04-18-2013, 01:28 PM
This could turn into a long story but I have to share it. I'm still on a cloud!
I made an appointment with my hair stylist who knows all about me. I got back about an hour ago. She works for the salon owner who we weren't sure about accepting me though I've met her before in drab. I keep my hair really short so my wigs fit better, and it was time for a trim and the third phase of waxing my brows to make them even thinner. (They look great now!)
Well, last night my stylist wanted to get a feel for the salon owners attitudes about "the guy" who was in counseling and testing the waters about living as a woman full time. The owner had another 60-ish client coming in at the same time.
My stylist, after many text messages with the owner told me everything would be okay and I could come dressed! I said I'd probably just wear earrings and my 38B bra and forms under a lavender shirt. She said I could push it further but I need to take baby steps for now to build my confidence.
Okay, the salon is in a residential area so that helps with few people around mid-day. I arrived for my 12:30 appointment and walked in, greeted my stylist with a hug, and said "Hi!"to the owner. Meanwhile her client sat getting a color treatment. Prior to my arrival my stylist informed them a little about me, and they were fine! The client even said, "So what? My son is gay."
My stylist then started to trim my hair as we talked about my counseling, yadda, yadda while the owner chatted with her client. It was NO big deal!
Finally my stylist got out the wax and thinned my brows to a very feminine arch. When we were all done and before I said my "Goodbys" to the ladies, my stylist said, "I have something for you to play with." It was a bag full of makeup that didn't really work for her. She said to start experimenting and gave me plenty of tips. Some of it is expensive. The cut and waxing cost $22. She got $30. The makeup was a gift. (Darn! There were Avon catalogs and I didn't take one!) The other ladies smiled and said Goodbye.
I'm still walking on a cloud! Next time they'll see more of the real me. That means shopping! My wardrobe isn't so "girl-drab-typical" at this point.
Baby steps!!!!
Cheryl Ann
I made an appointment with my hair stylist who knows all about me. I got back about an hour ago. She works for the salon owner who we weren't sure about accepting me though I've met her before in drab. I keep my hair really short so my wigs fit better, and it was time for a trim and the third phase of waxing my brows to make them even thinner. (They look great now!)
Well, last night my stylist wanted to get a feel for the salon owners attitudes about "the guy" who was in counseling and testing the waters about living as a woman full time. The owner had another 60-ish client coming in at the same time.
My stylist, after many text messages with the owner told me everything would be okay and I could come dressed! I said I'd probably just wear earrings and my 38B bra and forms under a lavender shirt. She said I could push it further but I need to take baby steps for now to build my confidence.
Okay, the salon is in a residential area so that helps with few people around mid-day. I arrived for my 12:30 appointment and walked in, greeted my stylist with a hug, and said "Hi!"to the owner. Meanwhile her client sat getting a color treatment. Prior to my arrival my stylist informed them a little about me, and they were fine! The client even said, "So what? My son is gay."
My stylist then started to trim my hair as we talked about my counseling, yadda, yadda while the owner chatted with her client. It was NO big deal!
Finally my stylist got out the wax and thinned my brows to a very feminine arch. When we were all done and before I said my "Goodbys" to the ladies, my stylist said, "I have something for you to play with." It was a bag full of makeup that didn't really work for her. She said to start experimenting and gave me plenty of tips. Some of it is expensive. The cut and waxing cost $22. She got $30. The makeup was a gift. (Darn! There were Avon catalogs and I didn't take one!) The other ladies smiled and said Goodbye.
I'm still walking on a cloud! Next time they'll see more of the real me. That means shopping! My wardrobe isn't so "girl-drab-typical" at this point.
Baby steps!!!!
Cheryl Ann