Aunt Makes Me A Lady part 3

We’ve had a busy morning and I’m struggling to get clear in time to be round at Emma’s to help her change clothes. I need to change my self so dash up stairs and remove my shop clothes. I’ve come to love dressing smartly all of the time and just couldn’t go back to the tarty way I used to present my self. The image of my self in the mirror in my very firm long line bra and tight girdle finished with some nice tan stockings with the seams up the back is very pleasing. I sit before the mirror and check my hair the perms holding very well and naturally dried as it is at the moment looks very soft and as it’s grown out quit a bit looks almost fluffy, the new growth has removed some of the severity it first had after the hair dresser and John had finished with me.
A nice pleated skirt and white blouse finish the look its warm today so I won’t need a jacket. Time to get round to Emma’s.
Emma opens the door to me her hairs down and brushed out and looks lovely.
“Sorry to put you out Paul’s just come home early so he’s taken them both off for the afternoon I was just about to phone you, so you don’t need to come all though I could do with the moral support”
“No problem I’ll still come with you” secretly I want to see this.
“Well then I’ll have a last brush of my long mop” she informs me.
“Well it certainly looks shiny today, are you sure that you’re ready to loose all of your lovely long hair, and that a tight perm is it what you really want”
“Yes, the more I think about this the more I want to be rid of this hair, it’s like a part of my past I’ve always had hair this length and I sometimes feel people don’t take me seriously, they just see this mass of hair and not the woman hidden under it”
After that statement there is nothing more to say, she knows what she wants.
I pass her the bag of clothes that I bought with me.
“You may feel you fit in better at the hairdressers wearing a more classic style, try these on and see what you think”
We go up stairs Emma slips off her tee shirt and jeans, she’s defiantly got her figure back and seeing her in her small panties and lacy bra is quite a contrast to the foundations that I’m wearing.
There is a light dress or skirt and blouse to choose from, she slips the dress over her head its just below her knees and flares out quite fully it has a plain round neck and short sleeves, she pulls her hair out and it falls all around her and the blonde tresses look lovely against the light blue fabric. I zip the back up for her and she goes over to her mirror.
“Wow don’t I look smart this is a lovely dress I’ve never thought of wearing this sort of thing, before I would have dismissed it as something my mum or gran would wear but it looks really classy, now I only wish I had your figure to really pull the look off” said Emma with a big grin on her face.
“You have a lovely figure and that colour really suits you in fact the dress makes you look a classic beauty, it’s just too really pull this look off I get a little help from the right underwear”
“Right when we’ve more time after my hairs cut you can help me out; if underwear can give me a figure like yours then I need to try it out”
Times getting on so Emma pulls out a pair of flat black court shoes that go great with the dress. Just one last thing to do and as we are about to leave I pull out Aunts camera, Emma giggles as she throws her hair around for her final long haired pictures before it all comes off. Were soon on our way in Emma’s car luckily I can remember the way.
We pull up in the street and Emma looks a little confused,
“The salons just over there, now this is a very traditional ladies hairdresser not the trendy salons your used to, and were I had mine cut very short last time, are you sure this is what you really want as there’s no changing your mind once she starts cutting, and make no mistake if you go in there you are going to get a short tightly permed hair style that could be called old fashioned”
Emma looks long and hard at the salon, she doesn’t look quite so confident now, but she takes a deep breath and composes her nerves.
“I’m sure, what you described is exactly what I need”
We leave the car.
 Emma crosses the road and her hair moves up and down with each step and a slight breeze makes it catch the light and shine.
This place hasn’t changed at all since my last visit, didn’t for one minute think it would. I go first into the shop the wall of smell hits me just as it always does. There’s an old lady in the chair having the finishing touches done to a very tight set. We sit down on the wooden waiting chairs.
“I assume you are the young lady for a perm, well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t do long hair here if it’s past the top of the shoulder you’ll have to go else were”
Edith briskly informs us.
There’s nervousness to her voice as Emma answers, “Well I want my hair to be cut short so will that be ok”
“So long as you under stand this is a hairdressers for ladies not trendy young girls, I will be with you presently”
We sit quietly Emma’s looking around taking it all in, I wonder if this is what she expected, her hands are together in her lap and I think they may be trembling.
I don’t think the floors been swept properly since I was last here, there is cut hair of various colours but mostly white and grey around the round metal base of her chair, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of it was mine.
The lady in the chair is talking to the hairdresser
“I remember when I had hair that long and when it went under the scissors for the first time it was the day before I started work and long hair wouldn’t do at all, a women near us used to do hair in her kitchen, she sat me on a stool and hacked it all off just left me with a bit round the top, I remember crying my self to sleep that night daft thing that I was”
“We used to get a lot of the younger ones in here when it was time for them to grow up and stop all that fashion nonsense, but now they go around with the most awful messes on their heads and that includes women old enough to know better. If I had my way they’d all be getting a good hard cut and perm that’d stop all that ladette carrying on that you read about in the papers, I blame there mothers for not teaching them a sense of modesty and allowing them to go round barely dressed”      
During all this Edith has finished her hair and now she’s getting a thick coat of lacquer, she has nearly the same cut I had last time I was here but the top looks even shorter than mine was, she hasn’t quit enough left to form a full curl and it all blends together to for waves, until it comes to a high blunt stop about half an inch above her ears and continues round her head at the same level, below this is bare freshly shaven skin. This looks even more severe than the very short cut she gave me.
“Oh my, that’s short” whispers Emma as much to her self as to me.
The hairdresser lifts the pedal at the back of the chair and it lowers back to the floor.
The old lady stiffly gets up and walks round for her gown to be untied, she slips it off.
While she brushes her self down and sorts out her coat and hand bag, the hair dresser shakes out the gown, it looks the same faded slightly stained one I wore last time.
“Right then young lady short it is, let’s begin then”
Emma rises nervously and walks over and slips her arms into the gown.
“Pull that hair up and turn around”
Emma raises her hair up and the gown is fastened. She lets it fall and runs her fingers through for the last time.
She goes over and sits in the chair, I remember when I first sat in that shabby antique and put my feet up on the metal footrest just as Emma is now, she shakes her head, her hair falls around her like a shiny silken cloth.
She’s gripping the arms of the old chair and staring straight ahead into the mirror.
The hairdressers taking the old lady’s money now and booking her next appointment this takes a while but during it Emma doesn’t move a muscle she just sit ridged, probably terrified after seeing how little was left of the previous customers hair.
The hairdresser comes over and actually picks up a brush and clears the floor of all the old hair lying about.
“There a clean start” and picks up a wide tooth comb and a large pair of scissors.
“I’d like to keep my pony tail please” Emma’s nervous voice barely travels.
“Would you indeed and what did you have in mind for this cut and perm you want?
As I said before this is a ladies hairdressers and the work we do reflects that now you’ve said you want a short cut but are you prepared to have the cut that looking at all this you need”
“Well I want my hair to be a bit longer than my friends on top and not the shaven back and sides like hers”
“If you have this cut and perm I will need to remove the hair to show your ears and neck or it just looks a curly mess and I will not have people seeing my clients leavening here looking any thing less that smartly turned out, it’s up to you if I do this cut or not” the hairdresser seems very sharp today I don’t think we’ve upset her.
Emma pauses for a few seconds.
“Very well I would like you to cut my hair and perm it as you see fit”
This answer brings a smile to Edith’s face, and she goes and gets a rubber band from a draw near the till.
“Right we will begin”
The pedal is pumped four times and each time the chair bobs up to her working height
this really freaked me when I was in it. My hearts pounding and I’m only watching what must Emma be feeling with all that beautiful hair only moments away from being hacked from her head. She combs Emma’s hair back and holds it tightly at the back of her head and pushes Emma’s head forward, and then slips the rubber band over this long pony that’s hanging over the back of the chair. It’s lifted up now she’s shearing it its taking a lot of cuts and every one gives of a shrrr noise that sounds really loud in the silence of the salon, as she cuts through the outer parts of the pony hair starts to fall forward and lies at chin level at the front tapering sharply up towards the back. The ponies now removed and Emma’s head comes back up the back of her hair line looks hacked and she’s biting her lower lip to stop her self crying, the hairdresser hold the long thick tail up like a trophy and comes over and passes it to me. The hair’s surprisingly heavy and Emma must really feel the loss; I run it across my fingers it’s so soft and in really good condition. I hold it while Edith continues.
She’s combed Emma’s hair down straight now and starts cutting a high straight fringe the hairs falling straight into her lap and forms a pile.
A section on top is combed up and three cuts with the scissors leaves a short layer about and inch and a half long, as its dry the cut hair separates and spreads over her shoulder some falls in her lap and some slowly falls to the floor, the hairdressers working over the top of her head now and the sections are raised then quickly sheared off at the same length. Emma’s face doesn’t move it’s set in an expression some were between resigned and shocked. The left side is getting the treatment now the same length is cut down to the ear then the scissors are worked around leavening her petite ear partly exposed. A small tear is forming now but Emma’s managing to hold it back.
I can’t see what’s going on round the other side but I guess it’s the same as the first, the pile of hair around the chair is really growing considering I’m holding her pony tail there is still a lot of hair been cut off and scattered over the shabby worn lino.
And finally the back is taken short the uneven steps of the pony crop are replaced by the same uniform length as the rest. Now the first parts finished Emma looks so different the plain short haircut changes her from a very good looking young woman who could even be a model into a plain young woman who could pass you by in the street with out a second glance.
Edith’s brushing the cut hair from a shell shocked Emma then drapes a shabby grey towel around her shoulders,
“Lean over here please, we’ll get you washed now the bulks been removed I’m sure that must feel better”
This statement only makes me think that Edith will be returning to the scissors, I don’t think Emma will be aware of this she probably thinks there’s more than enough been cut off already.
Sitting here on this wooden chair reminds me of the fact this is were John sat and took great delight in seeing me given a severe cut and perm, gives me an idea I’ve been worried since the wedding that he may think that there’s still a small part of me still wanting to be like the girls I used to go around with, well this idea could show him that I’m very happy as the person I have become and have put all of that sort of thing behind me.
Emma’s soon shampooed and with her now short wet hair flat on her head turns and gives me a small almost sad smile.
Edith isn’t hanging about today and a trolley of rods and rollers is pulled up to the chair.
“As this is your first perm I will use a strong solution to make sure it the curl takes well, and along with a small rod will give you a presentable firm tight curl”
Emma doesn’t answer she just nods her head slightly and looks straight into the mirror.
The hairdressers working with remarkable speed the rods are going in and Emma’s got a row running from her forehead to her neck there quite close together and look very tight just like mine were last time, it doesn’t take long for the side by me to be covered with horizontal rows, the skin around her ear looks stretched the way the rods are pulling and her ear looks exposed and alone.
The hairdressers working the far side now and I can see her face; she has a look of real pleasure on her old face as if she likes nothing more than being given a head of beautiful long hair and cutting it all off then winding it really tight. Well she’s certainly doing that today.
Its time for the cotton wool roll, now Edith’s opening the perm solution and soaking Emma’s rods, I don’t think Emma was quite ready for the smell as she twitches her nose a little, a large plastic cap fitted over to finish off. The chair is now let down and I watch as Emma drops back down to floor level.
“That’s all gone very well so far now we need a little heat to help the process, over here please”
 Edith’s gone over to one of her old hood dryers and is raising the visor and fiddling with the control.
Emma gets up and steps out of the chair she’s looking at all the blond hair scattered over the floor there’s loads of it.
Looking shocked she sits under the dryer and the visor is lowered.
This is it then if I’m going to do this it has to be now, my stomach’s full of butterflies as I rise up and manage to find my voice.
“Do you think you would be able to give me a good trim up while my friends processing”
“I may be able to do you a favour and squeeze you in but it will leave me very little time to get to the knitting wool shop before it closes, so we’ve not time to mess about, how much of a trim did you have in mind”
This is it my moment to show John, I cannot believe I’m about to say this.
“The lady who was in here when we arrived, with the very short hair, I’d like mine the same as hers” there it was said no backing out now.
“Very well” and she comes over and takes down a gown as grubby and faded as the one Emma’s wearing under the dryer, I slip it on and it’s fastened tightly.
Emma’s looking at me with a questioning look on her face; she probably hasn’t heard what has been said.
This time getting into Edith’s old chair has none of the terror it had last time in fact now I’m excited to be getting such a harsh haircut, this should set a side any fears John may have about my London past.
The waters running and its head forward into the bowl, her shampoo’s are still as vigorous as before, I’m sat back up with another of her tired grey towels around my head. She’s wasting no time.
A comb out leaves me looking at my head covered with all my little tight poodle curls
Wet they just reach the top of my ears and glisten slightly in the light.
She’s not picking up the scissors and in stead goes straight for a comb and her clippers.
They start with a loud pop and my head is pushed hard forward on to my chest, I can feel her placing the comb in my hair then the cold clippers at the bottom of my neck
The vibration feels strange but nice and there being pressed on quite hard which adds to the sensation, the last two times I’ve had clippers used on me I’ve gone into shock, and this time I’m going to enjoy it.
The noise changes and gets much louder as they enter the hair, I can’t see but can imagine the hair falling away and my pale white skin fully exposed, then as she hits the comb they move off.
This is repeated all around the back of my head and a few lumps of damp curls have fallen into my lap each clump a pass of the clippers.
Now she’s coming to the left side of my head and I can see what’s going on. My heads tipped slightly to the right and she positions her comb about half an inch above my ear, I feel and see

the clippers start just in front of my ear now, I can see the skin being revealed as they rise up to meet the comb the angle out, this is repeated until my side is smoothly clippered, while she moves round to the other side I have a quick fell of my neck and side, moving my hand down it feels so smooth and slightly cold but as I move my hand up I can feel tiny little bristles that make me shiver.My right side soon receives the same treatment and she starts to comb the top lifting a section at the front up but instead of putting down the clippers as I was expecting she’s still got them switched on?
The section lifted up is now being clippered off as she runs them along the comb curls are falling past my face and there not small either and collecting in my lap, the section she just cut looks very short much shorter even than last time.

The hairdresser has a very satisfied look on her face as she continues around the rest of my curls clipping them all to the same brutally short length, considering how short my hair was when we came in there’s a surprisingly large amount of curls building up in my lap.
With the cutting completed, she puts down the clippers and comb. Next she picks up her razor she couldn’t let me leave with out a smooth clean neck, starting at my left ear I’m scraped with a straight razor all round this leaves me completely bald from a line half an inch above my ears down. It tingles were the razors been and I never like this part, I can’t say the same for Edith.  
I’ve a chance to take in my new length while she goes to check on Emma, I can quite clearly see my scalp showing through between my damp curls, the hair on top is that short which is a bit worrying, I want this for John and if it’s to much that would spoil it all.
Before I’ve time to think too much she’s back
“You’re friends nearly done so we better get you sorted”
Out comes the plastic bottle and I know this smell well by now, setting lotion.
It doesn’t take that much to give my hair a soaking, and now I’m being wound if you can call it that as my hair can barely go around once onto small rods, I’m getting the straight up and down pattern again and it doesn’t take long to have them all in.
As Edith puts a net on me she comments
“I think I need to deal with you’re friend before we take you to the dryers”
“The chair is lowered and I rise and step out shaking the gown it’s a small shop but by now the floors nearly covered with a mix mostly of Emma’s silky blond long hair and my short curls. I go and sit back on the waiting chairs.                            
Edith fetches Emma from the dryer. She looks relived to be out from under there and slightly red faced.
“Back in the chair dear” comes Edith’s instruction.
Emma’s back in the chair with a towel put back round her shoulders, still wearing the plastic cap over her rods.
Edith turns the chair round and drops the back down so Emma’s heads in the sink.
There’s a lot of water splashing about and I can’t see what’s going on but I can tell when the neutraliser goes on by the smell.
Emma’s sat back up now with the towel around her head and looks over
But Edith straightens her head and gives her hair a rub then removes the towel.
Wow she has lovely tight curls, like an afro perm coming just above her collar and about just covering the top of her ears with a fringe not far above her eye brows the whole look is soft and natural and looks so soft, Emma seems very pleased.
“I will be back in a moment” announces Edith and leave’s the salon.
“You look fantastic I love those soft curls on you” I tell Emma.
“Thank you, I was a bit worried she was going to take me to short but this is great. What have you had done, did you really want you’re hair cut that short, she’s barely left you any, what will John say”
“Its John I’ve done this for I want to show him I’m committed to being the lady he wants me to be and if having very short hair is what it takes then so be it.”
“Well you’ve certainly got the very short hair now” Emma replies with a smile.
Edith had re-entered
“We wont be ready for you for a little wile yet, now as I did a favour for you fitting you in you could do one for me there’s a few items I need from the wool shop not to far away, its quite warm out so you wont catch cold with you’re hair still damp in the rollers, it’ll probably be nice and dry by the time you get back”
“But I can’t go out like this” I reply pointing to my netted rods.
 “Of course you can we used to all the time years ago”
She goes into her draw and gets out a normal lighter black net like mine at Aunts
And unties the larger salon net I’m wearing at the moment then changes them over.
It looks as if I’m not going to win this augment but luckily I’ve still got a silk head scarf in my bag so get this out fold it and tie under my chin, checking in the mirror I can still see the net and rods round the edges but it will have to do.
She gives me directions a list and the order to tell the lady to put it on her account.
I don’t understand why she wants me to go as Emma’s all most finished she just need’s a blast with a hand dryer while I probably need to go under the hood dryer not for long admittedly with how little hair I have left but it will still probably take longer than Emma’s. Sensing there’s no point arguing I set off.
Walking along the streets in a scarf net and curlers makes me fell really visible a few older women I’ve passed have given me little grins some younger ones have stared in disbelief; one old lady even stopped me and told
“I haven’t seen that for years” that just made me redden up.
This shop is a longer distance than Edith made out and when I finally get there and go in there’s a group of three women all around Edith’s age, the conversation stops and they all look straight at me there’s a mirror behind the counter and I can see that my scarf has slipped back giving them a view of my netted rods, I start to adjust the scarf but it will not sit right.
“I’ve an order from Mrs Moray please” I say trying to divert there attention from my head and hand it to the lady behind the counter.
“I see wait there” she replies and eye’s me up and down and takes the list from me, she really makes me fell uneasy.
The other two unfriendly old women just stand looking at me.
All the messing with my scarf has only made it worse, I don’t want to take it off and give two a full view of my netted head but the scarf’s not going to stay on and I’ll end up giving the whole town a look if I don’t sort it now.
So here goes look straight into the mirror and ignore them, I untie the scarf and take it off now fully on show are my rods and net, the nets sitting above my freshly shaven ears so they really stand out, a quick refold and It’s back on with the scarf and secure it properly this time.
“Next time use a couple of clips it holds properly then, don’t they teach you youngsters any thing these day, here is Mrs Morays order tell her I’ve added it to her account” and the shop keeper hand me the package.
I’m on my heels and out of there before I get any more good advice.
I walk back quickly keep my head down and catch no ones eye, this quick errant of Edith’s has taken nearly an hour Emma must be fed up sat waiting for me she would only have been five more minutes in the chair.
I walk back into the salon expecting Emma to be sat in the waiting area. But she’s not theirs just her pony lying on a wooden chair.
“Ah good so you’re back then” Edith says as she’s approaching me and takes the package from me, I can see Emma’s feet still in the chair but I cant see Emma as Edith’s in the way.
“You’re friend is just finished, I’ll just go and put this away” and she turns and walks out the salon. Now I get my first look at the new Emma.
Oh my god what has she done to her.
Emma’s sat straight up right and starring straight ahead.
The soft tight not to short curls have been replaced by much shorter hard lacquered set curls in a old fashioned style, the neck curls that just came to collar length have been transformed into a curved curled under hair line than finishes a good inch higher than her natural hair line below this is clean freshly shaved skin. And her ears are now fully exposed and all of her side burns shaven off and the curls tapered down around the ear.
Emma turns to me her face is completely exposed all the hair curled off her face and the sweet curly fringe she had when I left has been completely removed.
Emma looks at me and just burst out in tears not for the first time this afternoon I think.
“Emma what’s happened I thought you were happy as it was”
“I was but that woman wouldn’t stop there she said I’m not leavening her shop with half a hair style then she cut lots more off even though I asked her to stop she even used the same electric clippers on me she did on you, then put lots of rollers in my hair and made me go back under that dryer, now she’s just covered me in thick spray my hair feels solid”
“Yes it will that’s traditional lacquer, I must say though I know this is a big shock but you do look so sweet, now wipe you’re eyes she’s coming back”
“Now let’s have a look at you” and Edith walks over and removes my scarf
“You’ll only need a few minutes to finish you off, over here then”
 I follow Edith to the dryers she puts a gown back on me and two ear pads over my ears then I’m under the dryer it’s still warm from Emma’s set, Edith’s gone back over to Emma and is telling her something but I can’t hear a word under here, Edith’s picked up the hand mirror now and is showing her the back and sides, Emma’s biting her bottom lip as Edith points out her neck line and the razor smooth nape skin below, I think she holding back the tears but only just, especially now as she’s feeling the newly exposed skin, I remember how strange it felt the first time Mrs hood gave me a neck shave and I asked for it, Emma didn’t plan for this at all.  I cannot get over the change in Emma all her beautiful long hair has gone and now she doesn’t look like the same women at all the exposed ears and shaven neck look very precise and with her hair being such a light blond the difference between hair and skin is not so noticeable so her neck shave looks even higher than it actually is.
All of the surprise with Emma’s traditional restyle I’ve almost forgotten what a severe hair cut and shaving I have received I just hope John likes it as this is my shortest yet, it would be nice to show that London lot that my last haircut wasn’t a one off although the length I am now may be.
Emma’s getting out the chair now and having the gown untied what a change from when she put it on, she looks lovely now that the light blue dress is on show, again her neck looks so long from the classic round neck past the bare exposed ears up to the tight old fashioned lacquered curls on top, her totally exposed forehead really changes her face and if I must be honest she isn’t quit the beauty she was before, her nose is much more of a focus than before and her mouth looks a fair bit bigger.
She goes and sits on the waiting chair and picks up her two foot long pony that was sheared from her head what must be going through her head now.
Before I can think any more I’m taken from the dryer to the chair Emma’s just left.
“Right then lets see how you’ve turned out then, with you’re length now you will not be having a full curl instead a nice neat wave will look lovely and be quit easy for you to keep up you’re self, it is nice to see young ladies having respectable hair again”
During all this she’s removed all the rods and I’ve very small curls running into each other luckily you can’t see my scalp in-between as my early worries are resolved, Edith prises out the curls with the long end of a tail comb it still looks extremely short on top but the curls have formed into tight little waves that look very old-fashioned but also slightly glamorous.
Two generous coats of lacquer seal it all together and I’m finished, I’m a little excited about seeing the back in the hand mirror last time I received a clippering but this time she’s really gone to town.
The view in the mirror doesn’t disappoint the back of my head has really been shaven. My ears are exposed surrounded by white clean skin and they set the level for the back, this is exactly the same as the old lady’s, and exactly what I asked for, I just hope I haven’t gone to far for John it will certainly be a surprise for him, but probably not as big as the one Emma’s going to give Paul, how he reacts is yet to be seen.
The chair comes down and I get out Edith unties my gown and I go over to Emma, she’s holding her pony in one hand and feeling her bald neck with the other.
“How do you feel now, it’s been a real shock to you hasn’t it” I ask Emma
“I’m coming around a little it isn’t what I had in mind but I needed a change”
“Come on then let’s go and show the village the new respectable lady you’ve become with out all of that girlish hair”
We both pay and thank Edith she seems very pleased with her afternoon’s work.
It’s time to face John and Paul, I’m a little nervous, Emma must be terrified.
Leaving Edith’s salon wasn’t any thing like the last time for me instead of being shy in front of passing strangers like last time now I am proud of what’s left of my traditional curls, the cut came out exactly like the old lady’s who was being finished as we came in, and I’ve grown to love the smooth tingly feeling that a freshly shaven neck and ears give, my head feels a little lighter even though my hair was quite short to start with.
 Emma’s just in front of me opening her car door out here in the day light her shaven neck looks really white were the skin is being exposed to the sun for the first time ever, the light shining on her curls makes them look even shorter than they did in the salon, she looks on the verge of breaking down into tears still, I remember what a shock it was to me when Mrs Hood cut off all of my long hair so I imagine Emma’s shock at what has happened to her.
We get into the car and I reach over and run my fingers up Emma’s neck it’s really smooth and feels a little cold.
“How do you feel now, you look so different that is one major makeover she’s given you, but it really looks good on you as if you’ve really grown up and now you’ve put all of that girly long hair behind you, it’s like the woman within you is shining through. It’s going to be a shock having so much hair cut off I remember when I first had mine done but it’s been so worth it now, give it a little time and I’m sure you’ll love it”. I say to reassure Emma.
“I didn’t want my hair cut this short it was just right before she started again on me and she’s set me so I look like an old lady, I’ve nothing left around my ears and my neck feels really strange were she’s had those clippers and razor on me, it all looks so harsh, not the soft curls I wanted like you had.” Emma replies then breaks down in tears.
I put my arm round her and let her sob it out, its certainly been a shock to her receiving one of Edith’s specials but now Emma’s going to have to get used to the fact that she’s no longer such a good looking trendy girl with long flowing hair to hide behind, the short very tight curls are a permanent feature for a good while to come.
 “Yours only looks and feels hard at the moment because you’ve been given a very traditional neat set with a lot of lacquer holding it in place, in a few days time you will be able to wash your hair and it will dry naturally into the sweetest little tight soft poodle curls and the whole style will feel different to you, just give it a little time”
Emma stops sobbing now and looks at her self in the rear view mirror
“Oh my look at my ears she completely shaved the area in front of them do you think they stick out now”
“Your ears look fine don’t worry, I must say though totally removing the side burns and giving you a high clean shaven neck has given you a lovely hair line around the back and sides and she’s cut it so precisely it really looks so neat and tidy, and with the plain neck line of that dress shaving so much from the back has given you a lovely regal long neck”
Emma’s smiling a little now and holds her cut off pony to the back of her head and laughs at the fact that there’s so much been cut off.
“How will I keep this set in until I can wash my hair” asks Emma
“Edith gave you a hair net as you were leaving, you’ll need to wear that when you go to bed, and you’ll be ok for a few days, there’s a lot of lacquers on you’re curls so they will not be blowing about for a while”
We set off home two very traditional looking young women with short sets to show the world.
Emma drops me at Aunts
“Ill drop you’re dress back later, now I better go and show Paul my new curls, I’m really nervous about what he’s going to think, I told him I was having my hair cut and permed but I wasn’t expecting this much to be cut off and I defiantly think it will be a surprise for him”
“He may be a little surprised at first but I’m sure he will love the new you” I say to encourage her.
I leave Emma and enter Aunts, Emma’s not the only one with a new look to show off.
“Oh my, you’ve really gone short, that’s even shorter than when she gave you a cut last time, you’ve barely got a curl left on top, but it does look very prim and tidy did you ask for it that short or did Edith get carried away”
“No I asked for this style, there was a lady being finished off when we went in and this is how her hair was cut, remember how I felt after the wedding when I wanted John to be sure I wasn’t like my old friends any more, well when I saw how short and harsh the lady’s hair had been cut I had the idea that if mine was cut the same it would show John that if I was willing to have such a harsh haircut I defiantly wouldn’t be going back to the way I used to be, so Edith got the clippers and cut most of my hair off, it isn’t a cut I would choose permanently but I’ve had it done as a statement of commitment to John”
“Well it certainly looks very neat, if a little to short perhaps, but I’m sure John will be very pleased, especially with how he liked you’re hair cut short last time, and who wouldn’t be pleased with commitment of this level”
“Good I can’t wait to show him he’ll be calling shortly”
It was time to shut the shop after all this and not long after there was a knock at the door I opened it and Emma stood there with tears running down her freshly exposed face.
“Emma what’s the matter come in”
I take Emma sobbing through to the kitchen and sit her down.
“Paul hates my hair, he shouted what ever have you done to you’re self, why have you cut off all of that beautiful hair and had that old woman’s perm done to you, what do you look like. Now he won’t speak to me, what am I going to do?”
The door went again and I left Emma with Aunt and went to answer it, John was waiting on the step and when he saw my new cut for the first time his face lit up.
“Wow someone’s been busy with the scissors, that looks absolutely stunning I love those little waves’ lets have a look at the back”
I show him the back
“That has been shaven superbly you’re hair line is divine, am I one lucky man having some one like you”
“I’m glad you think so, other’s don’t seem to share you’re good taste in ladies hairdressing, Emma’s had all of her long hair cut off and Edith’s given her a neat traditional perm and set and now Paul hates it and has shouted at her, she’s in the kitchen really upset.”
“Let me speak to her and I’ll see what I can do” John replied.
I take him through and he gets his first look at the new Emma.
“Emma you look delightful, having you’re hair cut off has really made a difference. You look so much more grown up with out all that long fussy hair in the way, that perm looks so neat, what an improvement. You’ve done the right thing changing you’re image like this, it’s probably just the surprise that’s got to Paul I know some people like to hold on to things the way they are and not to have to change but you’re circumstances have changed so much in the last few months that it’s only natural that you will need to change you’re looks to reflect you’re new responsibilities and you’re hair looks perfect for this, was it Edith who did it I remember going there with Claire she wasn’t sure but she received and very good cut perm and set, and has had an even better cut this time, and now you’ve moved forward and had the same, I’ll go and have a talk to Paul and see if I can get him to understand why you needed to have all of that long hair cut off and explain the brilliant future you can have now you have put all of those girlish vanity’s behind you”.
John leaves and goes to talk to Paul.
“Don’t worry Emma is any one can talk Paul around John will be able to, and as soon as he gets over his initial surprise I’m sure he will come to love the new short curly you, how do you feel now about you’re cut” I reassure Emma
“It still feels really strange as if a part of me is missing; I suppose I’ve had my pony for so many years now it will take a little while to get used to having it chopped off.
My ears and neck still feel really strange and exposed but I suppose I’ve never had my neck shaved before either. The strange thing though is my make up although I don’t wear that much in the day it still looks over the top with this hair style, I suppose that I’ll need to be even more restrained or I just won’t look right”
“I know what you mean I stopped wearing make up before I had all of my long hair cut off, but I feel that it just wouldn’t be appropriate with my hair cut short and wearing a more restrained classic dress style. In fact I feel far happier and more confident with out it than ever I did before when I couldn’t leave the house with out layers of carefully applied make up, I don’t know how much time I must have wasted getting ready everyday but since giving all that up I haven’t looked back at all”.
Emma gives a lovely smile after this statement.
“Well may be I’ll give it a try my self” she replies in a confident voice.
We’ve been sat chatting and reassuring Emma that she’s done the right thing for over an hour when John returns.
“Emma, Paul’s out side and has something to say to you” John informs her with a smile on his face.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, and let you know how things are” Emma says nervously as she leaves.
“How did it go with Paul” I ask John
“Very well in the end, he was in shock at first to see his beautiful young wife with long flowing blonde hair transformed with such a very short prim old fashioned hair style, it was probably to much of a change for him to take in all at once, he was expecting loose soft curls to just below her shoulders not fully exposed ears her fringe completely removed and her neck shaven. But I explained to him why she needed to have all that long hair cut off and how a neat simple low maintenance hair cut was necessary, not only for the practical reasons of how long it took to wash and dry so much hair but also the physiological reasons that she no longer wanted to look like a girl men lusted after and having this cut only reinforced how content she was with him, and also the fact that she now wanted to be seen as a confident mature woman in her own right and not just be judged by her very long blonde hair and all the stereotypes that brings up.
After we had finished talking Paul felt really ashamed of the way he had reacted to what was after all something that was meant to be a step forward for them all as a family. And now really wants to make it up to her”
I was really pleased to hear that John had managed to sort all of this out; Emma would be going through enough emotional turmoil of her own after such a major shearing with out Paul adding to it.
“Well done you” I say to praise John                    
“It was nothing really I just remember how proud I was when you had all of you’re hair cut off for me and a lovely perm, and how upset you were when I went with you and you had you’re hair cut really short and extremely tightly permed for me and why you did it. And now look at you you’re hair gets better with every visit I just love the way she’s cut you this time, it’s so very short but at the same time very neat and feminine, in fact its perfect”
With these compliments ringing in my ears I can at last dispel any doubts I may have had about John reaction to my new super short cut and also any left over worries from the wedding, this day has worked out fine in the end.  
The next day.
It had been a slow morning in the shop and I was just thinking about lunch when Emma came in she looked a lot happier now than last time I saw her and also different, th

en it came to me she wasn’t wearing any makeup at all, this is the first time I’ve seen her with a fresh scrubbed face and it did make a difference to her, she looked so much more innocent and sweet with out all of the layers she usually wore.Her set still looked immaculate with out a hair out of place.
The thing was her clothes didn’t seem to match with her new look, she’s wearing a fashionable skirt that comes about five inches above her knee’s and a top with a v neck that plunges into her bust line, and it seems to spoil the whole effect.
“How was Paul last night when you got back, I do hope he was happier” I ask Emma.
“It was great I’m not sure what John said to him but it seemed to do the trick. I still think he would have liked me not to have had all of my hair cut off, but he was very understanding of the reasons and said that he is happy to go along with what ever I need to do to develop as a woman in my own way. He was very sympathetic when I told him about how I’d got the style I wanted but then the hairdresser went on to cut a lot more of my hair off and give me this very traditional set. He seemed pleased that I will be able to wash the set out in a couple of days and then just have natural short curls, I’m quite looking forward to trying those my self. The funny thing is although he didn’t want my hair to be cut, now he can’t leave my neck alone he seems fascinated with it and I love feeling it stroked which is a bit of a bonus. Last night seemed strange sleeping with a hairnet on I’ve never done that before but this morning I really felt the benefit I was up and ready in no time with out all of that long hair to deal with, and I’ve even left the makeup off today, so I had loads more time this morning which was a real advantage”.
“I must say you look so much fresher with out all of that makeup on your face it really suits you now that your hairs been cut, I’m so glad my self that I don’t need to cover my self up any more, and you’re curls still look lovely”
“Thank you, I must say it still feels strange to have been shorn of all that hair but I am coming around to it. I phoned my mum this morning to tell her what I’ve had done and she was very pleased, she always wanted me to have neat shorter hair when I was younger in fact she once booked an appointment with her hairdresser for my long hair to be cut into a chin length bob, but I protested and played up that much that on the day she had to cancel the appointment, but she’s coming over this afternoon because she wants to see me with a neat old fashioned set before I wash it out. Any way I’ve bought you’re cloths back thank you for lending me them the dress was very nice and made me feel very feminine even though I wouldn’t normally wear that sort of style, in fact I don’t feel that my present wardrobe is right for me now, I loved the feeling of being a respectable lady that the dress gave me, maybe I need to change the way I dress, I still want you to show me how you achieve you’re figure if it’s all down to foundation as you say”
Aunt had heard all of this and was smiling to her self
“The shops quiet I’ll look after Josh you two go upstairs and sort Emma a few things out to get her started on the road to dressing as a lady should” offered Aunt
Emma gives a big smile
“I’d love that thank you”
In my bed room I’ve got a large collection now of classic ladies clothes. Careful searching through some of the charity shops has provided me with some hardly worn super quality cloths and accessories for next to nothing luckily Emma and me are practically the same size so I’m excited about making her over from a fashionable young mum into a well dressed lady.           
“The first thing is to get out of your present trendy cloths, and I’ll find you some real under wear to start”
Emma takes off her skirt and top her small panties and lacy black bra do look very nice, she slips them off now she’s got good firm boobs that will benefit from a properly shaped bra.
“These may feel a little strange but it’s the overall dressing that I’ve found really makes a difference”
Emma puts on the large silky white knickers I passed her they sit above her hips and come a little way down her thigh, “These feel really different in the past I’ve gone out at night in shorts much smaller than these, now its real knickers for me, this is fun”
Then comes a very firm control long line white bra this is a real departure from the lacy sexy one she came here in. Emma leans forward and puts it on, I help do up all the eye’s at the back and adjust the thick shoulder straps, I stand back and have a look, her bust now looks brilliant her boobs are perfect cone shapes and stand straight out proudly, Emma’s looking in the mirror.
“Wow I never would have believed the difference this has made look at these and this is surprisingly comfortable to, these knickers are fun they seem so unrestrictive, I can’t believe I’m actually wearing all this”
“We haven’t finished yet a lady isn’t properly dressed with bare legs which brings us to my favourite part, stockings”
Thinking that a girdle may be a little to much to start with I find Emma a deep suspender belt with thick straps, which she puts on, then a real treat for her a pair of black fitted stockings with seams up the back. She sits down on the bed and pulls them on, I get her to stand up and show her how to attach the suspenders properly, now she can’t wait to get in front of the mirror.
“Wow these feel so strange, but also so smooth and glamorous they really set my legs off, Paul will love these, and do you wear stockings all the time now”         
“Yes since Aunt introduced me to stockings I’ve never looked back in fact I don’t even own a pair of trousers now, at first they used to feel strange but they are a part of my dress style now and I couldn’t imagine wearing tights anymore.”
A nice white slip finishes off the under wear.
With Emma’s mother coming over to see her we decide she needs a neat simple outfit that will be very presentable in the day but not over the top either, so I select a dark grey pleated skirt for her that goes very well with the black stockings, it comes three inches below her knee and fits beautifully. For the top a nice plain white blouse with long sleeves a round lacy collar and a small bow at the neck should look very nice.
Emma puts the blouse on and buttons it to the collar ties the small bow and smoothes out the lacy collar, buttons the cuffs and tucks it into her skirt.
 She looks divine so sweet and innocent a complete change to when she came in with her tight top and short skirt, her shaven neck looks perfect surrounded by the prim lack collar, and the bow is a real statement against tarty fashion. In this plain blouse and skirt she really sets off her very neat set perm and sharp hair line perfectly in fact with all the make up removed you wouldn’t recognise her as the same person who answered the door to me yesterday.

Emma’s stood looking into the mirror its quite a change for her to take in, from her short firm set, to her cone shaped firmly controlled boobs, the prim white blouse and the respectable skirt, down to the black stockings showing under the skirt.
Just a couple more things and she will be finished. A pair of old ladies flat black lace up shoes finish the bottom half, then I get Emma to take out her fancy large ear rings and the small studs she has higher up her ears. These are replaced by a single pair of small pearl sleepers that look so much better on her exposed ears especially now all the side burns have been shaven away. A nice cardigan finishes the look perfectly. I must say Emma looks a good few years older but now she looks a perfectly gentle lady.
Emma’s taking all this in and is stood in front of my full length mirror.
“I can’t believe how different I feel in these clothes, they certainly suit my new perm, its like I’ve totally changed over the last few days, people won’t recognise me, but it does fell nice to dress this way, so plain and simple but so neat and smart, the suspenders feel really strange did you feel like that too, but I love my boobs just look at them, oh thank you Claire for all your help, I never would have dared to try any of these cloths on with out you, and I couldn’t have face any one with my new short perm with out your support. And here I am a lady in big knickers old fashioned bra and seamed stockings who would have believed it”
“That’s ok I’m only to happy to help it’s nice to see some one else have the courage to lose the long hair that meant so much to them and turn there back on tarty fashions and look so dignified and neat”     

“Do you know when the hairdresser clippered me and gave me this old fashioned set I was shocked and upset at the result but with these smart clothes I’m now pleased with the result and like being a lady not a girl, who knows this may be the start of a future of short perms and sets, perhaps not as short as yours but may be I’ll build up to it one day.”
This is music to my ears, I’m so pleased that Emma is starting to like her traditional hair style and the cloths just finish her look and attitude perfectly.
Only one thing left to do and we go down and show Aunt.    
“Oh Emma my dear you look beautiful, such a lovely change in you, you should be very proud of your self, and I know you’re mum will be over the moon to see the gentle homely wife her daughter has become, its so refreshing to see you two with you’re neat little perms and smart clothes were all so proud of you”
“Thank you, I do feel so different now and I love wearing these clothes I feel special now, but I must be going as my mums coming over, I don’t think she knows just what a surprise she’s in for. So thank you again”
With this the new very prim Emma leaves us.
I haven’t seen Emma for a few days but I’m off round to her house this morning for coffee and to catch up with all of her news, before I get dressed I need a shower its been four days now since Edith cut and set my hair and I’m ready to wash it, how its going to look dried naturally now its this short is a bit of a worry, I’m not sure if there’s enough left for poodle curls or whether it will just stand on end, oh well here goes.
I’m sitting in front of my mirror now with a towel around my head and a dressing gown on. A deep breathe then off with the towel.
Oh my what a surprise my damp hair doesn’t need any styling, I’ve got lovely little waves running over my head it looks very 1920’s in a way and very like the set Edith gave me but a little softer and more feminine. A quick blast with my hairdryer and it’s ready to go, I still cannot believe how much simpler short permed hair is to look after than the fussy long hair I used to struggle with.
A nice plain sensible yellow mid calf dress, with long sleeves a nice lacy collar and some tan stockings look very smart and just to finish off some thing new to me, a pair of white gloves they feel a bit strange but make the look complete.
“My you look smarter every day, I must say although a first your hair cut so short was a surprise, those waves look delightful, are you going round to Emma’s” Aunt compliments me as I come down stairs.
“Yes I can’t wait to see how she’s adapting to dressing more conservatively, and also I wonder if she’s washed her set out yet, I’ll let you know later” with this I set off to Emma’s house.
I knock the door and I’m stood waiting a wile I begin to wonder if she’s in then the door opens and Emma opens it in just her dressing gown with her hairnet still covering her head.
“Oh come on in, I’m sorry I’m in such a state, I’m just so behind this morning my mum has only just left she’s taken Josh out for the morning so we can have some time. Look at your hair it looks lovely those waves are really neat”
I go into the house it’s just me and Emma in.
“Come up stairs we can chat while I get changed”
I follow Emma into her bedroom.
“How has every one taken you’re new look, has Paul come around now and what was you’re mums reaction to the big cut and new cloths” I enquire.
“Paul’s come round ok now I think that those black stockings helped a lot, in fact it was surprising he really likes these knickers and the effect you’re bra had on my bust he couldn’t keep his hand of me, I think he’s ok with the short curls if the stockings come with them. My mum was over the moon I think she’s wanted to see me as a respectable looking lady she can be proud to show of to the W.I. for years. And I think if she’d had her way I would have been taken for a good shearing a long time ago, now she’s just keen for me to keep the look up, in fact mum sent over some under wear yesterday and has just bought me over some clothes the W.I. has collected that she thinks I may like we can try them on later. Now when did you wash you’re hair and what have you done to it, I’d love to give mine a wash I’ve don’t think I’ve ever left my hair this long, would I be able to do mine yet or is it to soon”.
“No I think you’ve left it long enough, why don’t you wash it now I think you’ll have a nice surprise when you see those soft springy little curls”
Emma gives me a big smile and takes off her hairnet, the set curls are still in shape and the prim harsh look they give her is about to change. She slips off her dressing gown to revile just a pair of large cotton knickers that come over her hips and onto her legs.
“No thong today then” I joke.
“No it’s real knickers from now on for me” she laughs.
Emma goes thru to the bathroom and I wait while she washes her hair.
A short while and she returns wearing just the knickers and a towel round her head.
“Before I do my hair I’ll get some clothes on, look at this my mum sent for me”
Emma shows me a full heavy control corselet the top has real cones for her boobs and there are six thick suspenders hanging from the bottom.
“I’m wearing one very similar my self right now, Aunt introduced me to firm foundations and now I’ve got used to them I love it”
Emma seems surprised by this statement, but smiles and puts hers on, I help her adjust the thick shoulder straps and fasten it up.
“This certainly feels different, the suspender belt felt strange but you really know you’re wearing one of these don’t you” Emma giggled.
“Yes but take a look at you figure in the mirror”
 Emma goes over and seems very pleased with the hour glass she’s now got and her boobs look impressive firmly shaped separated and thrust straight out in front of her.
“It certainly gives a girl a figure doesn’t it, so I’ve discovered the secret of you’re amazing shape then. Right lets have a look at what my mums found then”.
Emma empties out to bags on to her bed and holds up a longish dress with a floral print and a belt around the waist it has long sleeves and a high tulip collar and looks very classy.
“Try this one on” urges Emma and passes the dress to me.
Why not I think, so off come my shoes followed by my dress, were both here now in her bedroom wearing our tight corselets mine black and Emma’s white, I’ve got my stockings on though and Emma’s still bear legged.
“These foundations actually look quite sexy don’t they, those tan stockings set you’re legs off very well” states Emma.
      
 Emma rummages through the cloths and find out four packets of stockings that her mum had put in for her.
“Let’s see we’ve black, light tan, dark tan and white, which do you think”
 “Try the white see how they go”
Emma gets out the stockings they are fitted with heels and toes; she rolls the first one up her left leg and attaches it to the three waiting suspenders. The right leg now gets exquisitely covered in white nylon and as she leans over and does the final adjustment to her suspenders the towel falls off her head.
She straightens up and I get a full look at her freshly washed still slightly damp natural little poodle curls, they have pulled in much tighter than the set and the whole effect is to make her hair appear a good bit shorter than when she left the salon, but she has got lovely little rows of very tight short soft curls, I can almost make out were each perm rod was wound into her hair, the effect of the curl pulls her hair even more away from her face and ears.
“Oh my those curls just look divine, the perm has taken really well and the curls have pulled in perfectly, have a look in the mirror”
 We go over to the mirror and Emma stands in front of it silent for a moment she’s just feeling those soft little curls. I move over next to her and look in the mirror what a picture I see, two young women one blonde in a white corselet with white stockings, and one dark from were my hair was dyed and very short waves, both of us with our faces and fore heads fully exposed and our ears on full display, in a black corselet with tan stockings, we look surprisingly exotic.
“I didn’t want my hair this tight or short and never would have asked for such a harsh shearing as the one I received, but I love these little curls they look so mu

ch shorter than the set, I didn’t expect that but its exciting isn’t it, I almost wish now she’d taken me a little shorter although I think Paul would have had heart failure, he’s ok now but that would have been to much. May be next time I’m going to tell her to cut me really short like yours was last time if I’m brave enough”I dry Emma’s curls for her with a hand dryer as she sits upright (no slouching in a tight foundation) the curls all nestle into each other and the effect is supper, she now has a perfectly even covering of soft poodle curls, looking at her and remembering how she looked with her flowing long hair I must be honest (but not to Emma) and acknowledge that the cut and exposing curls haven’t done her looks any favours, she’s defiantly not the head turner she was before her cropping, but now she’s got used to all of her very long hair being removed, she now looks more contented and approachable like her personality has changed with her style.
I try on the floral dress it fits perfectly and feels a real quality garment. The skirt finishes just above my ankle and buttoned up the collar comes part way up my neck, I feel the back of my head and I’ve still a good piece of bare shaven skin between the top of the collar and my hair line. Looking in the mirror I look so formal this dress would be perfect for the church summer faits.
“You look so regal and refined in that dress, I want you to keep it as a thank you for all the help you have given me these last few days, I couldn’t have got through it with out you”
I’m a little taken a back but really grateful for such a lovely dress.  
          
“Thank you so much this is lovely I’m going to wear this to the next church fait it will be perfect and only a week away, will you be coming”
“I love to be able to come, but Paul wants us to go and stay with his parents for the week end, we haven’t visited them in quite a while and this visits a bit over due. I’d much rather be coming with you it seems a lovely occasion to get dressed up for especially now I’ve been introduced to these classic dressy styles. Paul’s mum has always been a bit cold towards me as if she doesn’t really approve of me and it can make for a bit of an atmosphere”.
“Well she hasn’t seen the new you yet has she, those lovely short soft curl may help thaw her out”
“I hope so; anyway let’s have a look at these cloths”.
I put my yellow dress and shoes back on.
 Emma’s holding up the clothes she’s a couple of nice plain dresses that will look very nice on her and some skirts and blouses and a lovely soft pink lambs wool twin set.
Emma separates these and finds a pleated light grey skirt that goes wonderfully.
She slips on the jumper it’s quite clingy and moulds its self to her firmly supported boob’s and tightly girdled waist. The skirts going on now it comes just below her knee and sets her white stockings off beautifully. The matching cardigan gives a marvellous finishing touch.
“Emma you look so respectable and mature, people will have no choice now but to take you seriously, your nothing like the girly hiding behind all that long hair now”
“I must admit although I think I look older than my actual age now, I do feel so comfortable and confident now, may be even confident enough to face up to Paul’s mum”.
There’s a knock at the door. Its Emma’s mum bringing Josh back we both go down stairs dressed as two prim young women should be.
Emma’s mum comes in with josh.
“Oh my look at you two what a delightful sight you both make, oh Emma I’m so pleased that you have at last started to wear some lovely clothes. And you must be the young lady I need to thank for helping Emma grow up and have all of that messy hair cut off, it must be such a relief for her. I’ve been trying to get her into a hairdressers chair for a good few years now but she always made such a fuss and would not even hear of a good trim never mind a major cut. And now look at those lovely soft curls so lady like, now you’ve washed your set out I hope you’re not planning on slipping back to you’re old ways it would be such a shame after you’ve come so far”.
“Well you can stop worrying, I’ve really come to like my short curls in fact we were talking about this before you came and you never know I may go even shorter next time I visit the hairdressers” came Emma’s confident reply.
“Well that sounds very nice”, and turning to me “I must say that you’re hair looks very nice too, I do like you’re waves very smart and not that common any more, I can remember when a lot of ladies kept there hair clipped short and smartly waved like yours” comes her happy mums reply.
We sit and chat for a while longer then the kitchen door opens and Paul comes in from work, I didn’t realise it was that time already. Emma gets up and walks towards him she does look so sweet in her twin set, skirt and stockings. Paul looks surprised at first but I’m glad to say happily surprised.
“You’re hair looks so soft, short but soft, turn around so I can see it all”
Emma does Paul a twirl around her skirt flares out as she turns and shows off her soft curly hair above her clean shaven neck line.
“You look lovely my dear, a perfect wife to come home to”.
This seems like a good time to get out of there way with josh sleeping Emma wont want us here while she shows Paul her new foundations.