Hairdresser Humiliation

I really enjoy getting my hair set at the salon. The thought of a me, with my hair in curlers, sitting under a dryer with everyone looking very humiliating to me and I love every second of it. My hairdresser knows this and goes all out to see that I get all that I want from each visit. If you crave humiliation, the beauty salon is the best.

I have always wanted to get my hair done in a salon. I have gone to a salon on several occasions and had acrylic nail put on and polished. It was very exciting.

Seeing a sissy caped tight under a hairdryer getting red lipstick put on would be awesome

Yes, the thought of being dressed in my girls clothes and being in a salon full of women having my hair set and made to sit under a hair dryer then having my nails/makeup done would be overwhelming humiliating especially if the women made humiliating comments to me about how much of a sissy i am, laughing at me, etc.

Patti

I been in a beauty salon got my hair colored ( bleach blonde) my hair set in tight brush curlers sat under a hot hair dryer then get my eye brows arched then my hair brushed out into a beauffant bubble had red lipstick appled and I was done had to go out looking like that

I used to have a boyfriend I met with regularly in New Orleans. He loved me to get a facial, have a manicure and pedicure, and my wig styled when I arrived to start making myself ready for dinner and fun times later. Being a transgender person, I enjoyed every minute of getting myself ready for him as I knew how much he would appreciate me and love what I had done. Once I arrived back at my room it was getting everything cleaned out, shaved and smelling good then picking out my lace top thigh hi's and other sexy things to wear underneath my dress to make him drool. Once the makeup was done and everything was on it was time for me to slip on my heels and wait on his arrival. Anticipation is a wonderful thing...especially when it is for someone who cares about you and you them.

I would love to be humiliated in the salon dressed up. I always wear panties under my clothes when I go and (on some level) hope they peek above my pants and that someone notices. But I would love to spend hours at the salon being feminized (if I only I had the hair to do so). I got my first mani-pedi recently and enjoyed the sensation of being the only man in a crowded nail salon.

I'm not about crossdressing, but I've got a remarkable experience as teenager.

It was the first time in many years where my mother forced me to go to the hairdresser. She made an appointment for me in a modern salon in town.

Back in the 80s, it was one of the first salons with a large window to the street. When I walked down that street, I was fascinated to have a glance through the window into the salon. However, I always thought that hairdressing is something for girls. For a guy, it's all extremely uncool. Above all, I was a little proud to let my hair grow a little longer.

My mom felt differently, so she sent me to the salon and instructed the hairdresser that I should get a proper haircut. I was very nervous and would have preferred not to go at all.

But then there was no return. I've tried to act as cool as possible, but inside I was shaken.

My last visit to the hairdresser was in an old-fashioned barber shop. There I had to take a seat in the big barber chair, the old barber put a heavy white cape around me and cut my hair. After a few minutes I was allowed to get up and that was it.

"I hope it will go as fast today", I thought. The thought that schoolmates could see me through the large window pane while I was wrapped in my cape and had to sit still, was embarrassing for me.

The hairdresser led me to my chair. Then she disappeared to get some things.

Behind me was an adjustable mounted back wash basin. I had no idea what it was for, but it seemed threatening to me. What was the sink good for, it was only for cutting hair.

The hairdresser put a beige nylon cape on me, including a paper neck strip around my neck, which, as so often, was a bit too tight. Then I was given a brown towel around my shoulders and had to lean back.

I will never forget the feeling I had when the warm water ran through my hair for the first time. And those goose bumps when the cold shampoo touched my scalp. At the same time I felt so helpless, so wrapped up in the cape and towel.

On the other hand, I felt like I was being watched through the big window all the time, and I was really embarrassed that people were seeing me like that. "I hope that none of my schoolmates will pass by," I hoped.

But there was nothing I could do. I had to wait until my hairdresser had shampooed my hair twice and washed it carefully until I was allowed to sit upright again.

In the late 70s I had a beard down to my belly button when I decided to get an afro from my "sister". She was my best drinking buddy and worked at a salon in the next town to where we both lived. She was a beautiful girl built similar to MM. Every time I went in to get my afro tightened up she would cut an inch or two off my beard. The first time I had her do it she needed a ride home and we stopped at our favorite watering hole on the way. One of my friends happened to be there. When he saw the afro he exclaimed "why would you pay for something on your head that grows wild on your ass?" She wasn't too happy with his attitude so she decided to make him pay. She asked me to scratch her back under her blouse. Scratching her back always ended up with me scratching her boobs after removing her bra. She made sure he could see what was going on under her blouse and kept saying "harder, harder". I never knew a girl who liked her boobs scratched so hard and across the nipples. I was always afraid I was leaving scratch marks. Anyway, all he could do was sit there and wish and she loved it.