Author's note:
This story is a work in progress, I intend there to be several parts, I hope you enjoy!
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For A Season
“Oh Gosh, Sam! It’s so good to finally meet you in person!” Katie squealed as Sam lugged his suitcase in the door on a fine Thursday twilight. Sam had met Katie online, and they’d been looking for ways to meet for over a year.
“Katie!” Sam shouted excitedly, placing his suitcase on the ground to receive a long, tight hug from Katie – this was their first physical contact.
“Come inside hun!” Katie gestured and held the door for Sam as he carried his luggage in. “Just down the hallway is your room.”
Katie lived on her own, in a small, two bedroom apartment outside of Indianapolis, her parents bought the apartment for Katie and her younger sister, Carol to live in whilst they attended college in Indianapolis. Katie’s sister was three years younger than her and still had another year before starting college.
Sam had the opportunity to study abroad, so he was doing a year on exchange from England to America, and it worked out perfectly that he was able to stay with Katie for the year at very little cost to him. He was very excited by this prospect, as he had eagerly anticipated spending time in person with Katie, and now they would be housemates for a whole year.
After showing Sam around the apartment, which was quaint, with two medium sized bedrooms, a small kitchen but a rather luxurious bathroom (with a claw footed bathtub, and underfloor heating!), Katie ushered Sam into the Kitchen. “I’ve made us dinner.” She said with a grin.
Over the course of the spaghetti dinner they reminisced their relationship thus far.
They had met online on a hair discussion page. Sam was quite proud of his beard, but more than his beard he loved his hair, and from time to time, desired long, beautiful, feminine hair. His curly/wavy hair fell down just past his armpits. It was brown with subtle highlights – he had some experience with hair dye back home, but it was still quite on the masculine side of things. Sam wore his hair in a man bun most days.
The two began chatting online about Sam’s desire to have feminine hair, Katie, herself having curly, virgin brown hair cascading half way down her back, was thrilled at having someone to talk to about hair in such a way. She was very fond of Sam, and Sam was very fond of Katie, but only in a way of friendship, and that was all either was interested in with each other.
For many hours, the two talked on their computers and their phones about different hair color ideas for Sam, different haircuts (Sam had always wanted side swept bangs), different styles, and different products. They had also delved into what it would be like for Sam to wax his body and for them to go shopping together. They spent many hours fondly talking in this way with each other.
They also reflected on the hardships that Sam had endured in the past two months, after Sam’s long term girlfriend had been caught cheating on him with several of his old high school friends – the experience tore him apart and was what caused him to decide to put a year of his life into living in America.
At the end of dinner, Katie made a suggestion.
“Sam, hey, would you like me to straighten your hair?” For this is something they said they would do when they met, albeit when this was discussed many months ago, the idea of them meeting was still very much a fantasy.
Sam jumped at the suggestion, “oh Katie, I would looove it if you were to straighten my hair!”
And so for the next thirty minutes, Sam sat on a stool in the bathroom while Katie systematically straightened his hair. Section by section the flattening iron smoothed over his hair, leaving it soft and silky, more feminine than it was before.
Once Katie exclaimed excitedly that she was done, they both giggled at the sight of Sam’s beautiful, long, straight hair. Until Sam said something.
“It’s very lovely Katie.. but it’s not super feminine”, he sounded a little unsatisfied.
“It’s much more feminine than it was before, I think!” Katie replied and smiled sweetly and understandingly at Sam. “Would you like me to lend you a headband or some bobby pins and we can add a little more feminine flair it?”
“That sounds nice” Sam replied, looking at the floor with a small smile cutting across his face.
“It’ll be ok Sam, but you know, the beard is really holding you back when it comes your overall femininity.”
“Yeah.. I guess you’re right.. maybe.. maybe I could shave it? Nobody will care as nobody here knows me!”
“That’s true.” Katie smiled, running her fingers through Sam’s hair.
“Will see what happens tomorrow!” Sam said, with a small flutter in his stomach, tomorrow could be an interesting day.
The two put on a movie for the remained of the evening, then each went to their own bedrooms for the night.
The next day Sam and Katie arose late morning and decided to go out for breakfast. They both showered and got ready, though Sam was careful not to get his hair wet as he wanted to wear it straight.
“You know, I could straighten it again if you like.” Katie smiled eagerly. “Actually, do you mind if I touch up the back a little? It’s come a little wavy.”
“Okay!” Sam replied equally as eagerly, as they headed back to the bathroom for Katie to finish straightening his hair.
Without saying anything, Katie picked up her can of hair spray and gave Sams hair a light spray, Sam wasn’t expecting this but he was pleasantly surprised at how it made him feel all that little more feminine.
What would this Friday hold?
It was approaching midday on Saturday morning. Sam woke up, eyelids heavy, and brushed his hair out of his face to make sense of the morning. He couldn’t recount many details from the night before, even the facts that he remembers were cloudy and foggy and more like the remnant of a dream.
He pushed his hair out of his face again. “Strange,” he thought, as it fell back on his forehead. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from the sunbeams jutting through the curtain and the window. Sam rolled over and found to his surprise that he had fallen asleep on Katie’s bed, with Katie’s shape still asleep beside him.
As Sam’s eyes became more focused, he began to start taking in the situation he now found himself in. He took more notice of the hair on his forehead, falling in front of his eyes. He could see it’s ends.
“I have bangs?” Sam asked himself quietly, surprised and excited. He had a vague recollection of a hair salon from the previous day. He pulled his hand up to his bangs and brushed them to the side, he did this a few times, getting used to the feeling. He sat up on the bed and used both hands to pull his hair so that it sat behind his shoulders. He noted that it seemed to be the same length, but it felt smoother, and slipperier, and oh so soft.
He began noticing other things, a comfortable tightness around his chest, he glanced down and to his surprise found his topless body wearing a black bra. The cups were a little big for him, as he was quite slim, but it felt so lovely to be hugged by it. He was confused as to how he had found himself wearing it! He got butterflies, feeling delighted by how feminine it made him feel.
He also noticed his butt, it too was being hugged in a comfortable tight way.
“Panties?” Sam whispered to himself. He turned himself onto his knees, then ran both of his hands over his butt and groin. He noted how snug it felt, how it fitted him so well and how comfortable it was. They were also black, and felt soft and silky.
But that wasn’t all that was soft and silky, as he ran his hands down past his bottom, he noticed that the smoothness didn’t stop, he was wondering if somehow in the blurriness of yesterday he had put pantihose on, he lightly pinched his skin.
“Ouch” he said, a little louder, Katie began to stir.
“Is everything ok hun?” Katie spoke softly.
Sam didn’t reply at first, he wasn’t wearing anything on his legs, and yet they were soft, smooth and hairless. He reached for his arms and found that they too were hairless. It was the same with his back, torso and armpits.
“What happened last night Katie?” Sam asked.
“I don’t remember anything,” Katie replied, sitting up and looking at Sam. “Sam! What happened to your beard?”
Sam brought his hands up to his jaw and felt the soft skin of his chin, neck and cheeks, something he had not felt since his late teenage years.
“It’s gone!” Sam exclaimed, excited by what this might have meant.
“Sam! Your hair!” Katie continued excitedly as she moved closer to Sam, brushing his bangs to the side.
Sam giggled, “do you like it?” he said with a grin.
“I love it, so feminine, it works so well on you!”
Sam began to notice that there was something different about Katie as well. Her hair, it was lighter. It was at that moment that Sam felt the need to rush to the bathroom.
Sam hopped up and dashed down the hallway to the bathroom, he stumbled in and Katie joined him. Katie flicked on the light and they both stared at their reflections in the mirror.
Sam did indeed have a swooping side bang. He also noticed he had some layers long layers cut, which framed his face in a highly feminine way. His hair was no longer the brown, highlighted hair he woke up with yesterday. It was a deep rich red, even burgundy or plum, which is a color he had discussed at length with Katie over the last year. His eyes met his own and he noticed black smudges under his eyes, as though he was wearing eye makeup when he went to bed. He had dark reddy plum smudges around his lips, he noted that his lips tasted funny, had he been wearing lipstick?
He noticed his eyebrows, underneath his bangs. They were no longer the thick, bushy eyebrows he had, instead they had been shaped, not so that they were very thin, but that that had a little arch.
Sam also noted that Katie was now blonde.
“Oh wow Katie! Your hair!” he exclaimed at looked at her through the mirror.
“I don’t know what happened?” She said confused, but also excitedly. “Hun, we have to get that off your face! I don’t remember putting makeup on you yesterday?” she giggled, “we can reapply today if you like, by the looks of it you’ll want it, you’re stunning!” she explaimed, admiring his new hair, brushing her fingers through it. “It’s so shiny.”
Katie pulled out a face wipe and handed it to Sam, Sam wiped the remaining makeup off his face.
“Shall we have breakfast?” Katie asked, moving out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen.
Sam stood there with his new, wonderful hair in his bra and panties in awe of how he had found himself. He genuinely looked good, and he looked like a girl. He wondered what had happened the day before.