My Wife and the Hairdresser Turned Me into Her Sissy

Mike knew it had been long overdue. His hair had grown way too long. After months of ignoring it, his wife Jessica finally snapped. They sat in the living room watching TV when she told him straight out. He could smell the popcorn on her breath and feel the heat from her thigh pressed against his as the show droned on. She had that look, the one that meant business, and it made his stomach tighten while his cock twitched at the thought of what might come later if he played along.

“I’ve had enough, Mike. I booked you an appointment at my hairdresser tomorrow. You’re going straight after work.”

Salon Trap Unfolds

Mike glanced at the cleavage of his sexy wife while she stared at him. Her fiery red hair looked ready to ignite. She seemed a little angry but completely determined. He didn’t want to argue tonight, especially not when he planned to rip off her jeans and crop top and fuck her upstairs. So he stayed quiet. His eyes traced the swell of her tits under the thin fabric and he imagined sucking on her nipples until she moaned his name. The tension in the room felt thick, like the air before a summer storm in the suburbs of Atlanta.

When they both started yawning, Mike led the way upstairs. They climbed into bed, Jessica turned off the lights, and he moved toward her. Her refusal came fast. “Not tonight. Not until your hair looks normal.” Mike rolled back to his side and fell asleep quickly, his dick half hard from the denied promise of her wet pussy wrapped around him.

He woke the next morning to find Jessica already gone. In the kitchen he spotted a note. She had to leave early for work but said she couldn’t wait to see his new look that afternoon. He dragged through a dull day at the office, thinking only about fucking his wife that Friday night. His mind kept flashing to her ass in those tight jeans and how he wanted to spread her cheeks and lick her until she begged. After work he walked the few blocks to the salon. It was late, and the place stood empty. A woman in her late thirties waited behind the counter. Her big bust and curvy body filled a tight turtleneck sweater dress. A belt pulled tight under her huge breasts. Golden blonde hair framed her pale face. Bright red lipstick covered her lips, which spread into a wide smile when he introduced himself.

“How lovely to meet you, Mike! I’ve been waiting. Your wife gave very clear orders. You’re going to look great once I’m done with you.”

Mike answered with an unsure tone. “Sure. You’re the boss.” He followed her into the salon. She spoke in a bright voice that left no room for debate. “We’ll start with a wash and a nice head massage. Anything to drink?” “Coffee sounds good, thanks.” The hairdresser smiled. “I’m Brittany, by the way. Coffee’s coming right up.”

Mike sank into the deep chair while Brittany clicked away on her heels to the back room. She returned a couple minutes later with the coffee. He took a big sip and tasted something bitter and almost salty. He didn’t comment, but he was sure Brittany caught his frown in the mirror. Warm water soon ran over his hair and face. It felt good. He started fantasizing about her big boobs and felt a small hard-on growing as he dozed off. The scent of her perfume mixed with the shampoo and his cock pressed against his zipper.

When he woke, everything felt different. Brittany was gone. The salon sat almost dark. He tried to stand but couldn’t move. He looked down and saw he was tied to the chair. She had stripped off all his clothes. Pink rope bound his wrists and ankles to the armrests and footrests. His fingers and toes now wore nail polish. Something was very wrong. He checked the mirror. A full face of makeup stared back, complete with long fake lashes and a waist-length blonde wig. What the fuck? They must have put something in the coffee. He started yelling for help, but no one could hear him. The only sound was his own voice echoing. That Brittany woman had a nasty look in her eye. She was clearly up to something bad. He gave up and fell back asleep.

His dreams turned strange. He saw himself in full women’s outfits, getting fucked by men with big cocks. Dreams he’d never had before now played out in detail. He woke with a hard-on straining between his legs. He was still tied down, but he remembered the salon stayed open on Saturdays. He heard noises and a door opening at the front. Mike yelled again. Heels clicked faster toward him. A woman appeared around the corner and stared. It wasn’t Brittany. Her name badge read “Ashley.” The petite blonde held back a laugh as she walked over. “I’ll help you, sweetheart. What happened to you?”

Mike explained everything while Ashley untied him and helped him stand. He stood completely naked in the middle of the salon, more embarrassed than he’d ever been. Ashley checked her watch. “We open in five minutes. I saw some regular customers outside with coffee. I can’t fix you right now, but I can hide you until closing. Then I’ll help you get back to normal.” She grabbed his hand and hurried him toward the back. She opened a door to what looked like a mix of closet, wardrobe, and storage room. “Don’t worry, sweetie. No one ever comes in here.”

Mike’s heart pounded. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like this. Ashley noticed him shaking and pulled some clothes off the shelves. “Put these on to stay warm. It’s all women’s stuff, but only women work here.” Mike took the pile without arguing. He needed the warmth. He pulled on black wool pantyhose, a ribbed pink turtleneck sweater dress, a long pink wool scarf, and pink wool mittens. The soft fabric felt good against his skin. Ashley now held rope, duct tape, and a pair of panties. “Wait. What’s this?” She smiled. “It looks dramatic, but it’s for your own safety. The walls are thin. You don’t want anyone finding you, right? Any sound could bring my coworkers running.” “No, you’re right. Go ahead.”

Ashley pushed the panties into his mouth and taped it shut. She sat him on the floor, tied his hands behind his back, and pushed him into the corner behind a rack of hanging dresses. “I’ll come get you later, sweetheart. I know it feels weird, but don’t worry. I promise.” She left and locked the door. Mike sat in the dark, wearing full makeup, a wig, and women’s clothes, bound and gagged in a closet. Hours passed while he listened to the salon outside. Women’s voices, giggles, and chatter floated in. The noise finally slowed. A last “Bye, darling” came from a customer. Heels clicked closer. A lock clicked. The door opened.

Then he heard the voice he didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t Ashley. She had lied too. Brittany had come back, and her voice carried venom. “Poor boy, sitting here all alone? I’ve been waiting for this since Ashley told me what she did.” Brittany pulled him to his feet. She smiled as she stroked his chin, clearly pleased with herself. “Don’t worry, poor boy. We’re all alone now.” That didn’t calm him. Brittany had already shown how far she’d go. She led him out of the closet, removed the scarf and pantyhose, and walked him back to the chair from the day before. She tied his naked legs to the base again. His hands stayed free for a moment while she took off the mittens and sweater dress. He was naked and exposed once more. She kept the gag in place, silencing him, then tied each hand back to the armrests.

Jessica Takes Control

“Mike, I have something to tell you. We run a side business here called sissification. Wives order full transformations. We handle it.” Mike’s stomach dropped. Jessica was part of this. He felt completely betrayed. Brittany kept talking. “When women get tired of their husbands not performing, they come to us. We make a plan. It’s worked out perfectly.” She picked up a small pink chastity cage and locked it on him with a click. His cock tried to swell but quickly gave up. “No pussy for losers like you, Mike. No erections at all. Erections are ugly. Girls look much sweeter.” She paused. “Oh, I forgot you can’t speak. It doesn’t matter anyway. Sissies like you don’t speak unless their Mistress orders it.”

Brittany untied him but left the gag in. Mike stood and thought about running, but he was naked, made up, wigged, and locked in chastity. Leaving like that wasn’t practical. For the next few minutes Brittany twisted and turned him while she dressed him. She put on a bra, garter belt, thong, and silk stockings, all in matching pink. Then came a white ribbed turtleneck sweater and a pink tartan college girl skirt. She finished with pink patent stilettos that had ankle straps and high platform heels. Mike felt dizzy looking in the mirror. A sexy woman looked back. He couldn’t believe it was him under all the makeup and clothes. The change had happened so fast he hadn’t processed the last two days. He replayed Jessica refusing sex and saw it differently now. She had already known. That had been his last chance, and he’d missed it.

A knock sounded at the door. Brittany walked over to answer it, leaving Mike alone with his reflection. Out of nowhere the image of a big cock flashed in his mind. He tried to shake it away, but it stayed as Jessica walked in. She wore black leather boots, leather gloves, and a dark double-breasted wool coat that reached below her knees. The two women chatted and ignored him while they passed. When they returned, Jessica had removed her coat to show a shiny black leather catsuit that matched her boots and gloves. Brittany wore the same style but in pink to match her hair. They stopped in front of him and looked him over. Jessica spoke first. “I bet you’re surprised, Mike. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I decided a while back and started planning with Brittany. She’s really good with makeup, isn’t she?”

Mike glared at his wife. He still couldn’t believe what she’d done. Jessica took a few photos with her phone. She walked up, grabbed his balls hard, and squeezed. She looked him in the eyes. “You’ll never fuck me again. Or any other woman. But since I’m a sweet wife, you’ll still get pleasure. You’ll get fucked by other men. If you ever disobey, these photos go to all your friends.” She peeled off the tape and pulled the panties from his mouth. Behind her, Brittany grinned while Mike gasped for air. Jessica still held his balls tight when Brittany spoke. “Remember, you don’t speak without permission, sissy.”

Mike swallowed. He didn’t want to find out what happened if he disobeyed. While Brittany talked, Jessica moved behind him. She locked his hands in handcuffs. Then she spread his legs and locked them to a spreader bar. He struggled to balance. Suddenly both women attacked at once. A lubed strap-on drove into his ass in one thrust. Another filled his open mouth. Brittany and Jessica found a steady rhythm while Mike’s body took it from both ends. The thick rubber cock rammed deep into his asshole, stretching him wide, while the one in his mouth slid over his tongue slick with spit. Pressure built fast and he couldn’t stop it. When he came, the women pulled out together. Mike let out a loud cry of pleasure that echoed through the empty salon. He collapsed to the floor, hit his face, and passed out while his body kept shaking. His cum dripped from the chastity cage in thick spurts onto the floor.

He woke on a soft leather couch in the salon. Light music played from hidden speakers. Brittany and Jessica leaned in from each side. They kissed his cheeks and patted his back. “We’re so proud of you, Mike. You passed the test. You’re one of us girls now.” Mike accepted it. The strap-on experience had hit him harder than he expected. Jessica kept going. “There’s only one thing left. Get rid of the key. Then we go find the biggest cock we can.” He had been changed. He wasn’t allowed to speak. He only wanted to feel that rush again. He nodded, took the key, and dropped it in the trash. Brittany grabbed the bag. They walked out to the curb to wait for a taxi. A garbage truck pulled up. The driver whistled at them. Brittany tossed him the bag. “Special delivery for you, mister.” Mike swallowed. He knew it wouldn’t be the last time. “Where do we go next, ladies?”