The Longhaired Goddess

Well, yeah, it’s about phone sex, too.

I had a new caller who was looking for a different feminization experience. Of course, that’s why a guy will come to my virtual salon and spa. He’s looking for some aspect of the female experience that a guy just can’t spontaneously experience on his own. Some guys may want to become girls, many want to feel the thrill of having their hair done or being dressed in finery or slutty clothes.

But sometimes they may just want to be pampered. They would love to go in person to a spa for the same services that women luxuriate in - relaxing in the hot pool, facials, massage, makeovers, and so forth. But even though they might find these services at a real brick and mortar spa, they would feel uneasy about being a male customer among females. They would stand out in a very ungirly way.

So back to the customer. I gave him the full virtual spa and salon service, and when I was finished, he was the sexiest girl he could ever have imagined himself being. Hair, makeup, jewelry, shoes, stockings, lingerie - I gave him the works.

But in the virtual salon, I can offer services that wouldn’t fit in with a down-to-earth business. What services, you ask? Well, I was able to pimp him out, to take him to a party where a number of large well-endowed biker friends of mine used him like the sissy faggot cocksucking bitch he has always know he is, deep down inside.

A satisfied customer indeed.

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The new caller sounded unsure that he was speaking to the right girl. I asked if he was looking for a makeover, but he was uncertain. I explained to him about the services I offer: Hair, makeup, help in dressing, all in the fantasy realm. Of course I have ultra high heels in the fantasy salon to fit every girly slut.

But he was having difficulty getting the fantasy to connect with reality enough to jump-start it. What might happen that would get it plausibly rolling?

I told him how I might be taking a leisurely break outside of the salon toward the end of the day. As I have no more clients scheduled, I can chat with passersby. Sure enough, he’s a guy who could use a trim, so in we go.

But first I suggest soaking in the spa in the back room, feeling the air jets and the water jets making his skin sing. The hypnotic perfume rises from the water as I set a glass of champagne next to him, dim the lights, and put on soft music.

All of a sudden it seemed like something he would really want to get sucked into.

He remarked that this didn’t really seem to be a beauty parlor, and it’s not. It’s more like a salon and spa. But the most surprising thing was how hard he fell. He had me rename him with a girly name. He didn’t just want to dress up as a girl and suck cock, he was one of those who really wanted to become a girl, surgery and all. It occurred to me that this is a niche that is seriously underserved in the phone fantasy entertainment biz.

So, it looks like it will no longer be a salon and spa, but a salon, spa, and SRS (sexual reassignment surgery) clinic. All the fantasy medical treatments that might be needed to turn a male into a female will be offered. Just ask! We’ve got it. I will make you the fantasy girl of your dreams!

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Or dial 1-888-282-3089 and ask for Angelika.

A customer who I’d spoken to long ago called and asked for the full spa treatment.

Maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don’t. Just like every lady would, he was looking to get pampered, ending up with a complete makeover and beautification.

I know lots of the girls specialize in insulting guys that are looking for feminization, but the fact is that everybody isn’t looking for humiliation. Some just want to revel in their girly side.

We did the whole nine yards—relaxing in the back room in the marble spa with the gold fixtures, while listening to soft music and sipping champagne, body hair removal, pedicure and manicure, hair extensions and styling an updo, with tendrils around the hairline and curls pinned gracefully on top. And of course, makeup. Then getting him dressed in panties and a bra (natural-like silicone breast forms and all), a corset for that girlish waistline, stockings, heels, and sexy clothes. Last but not least, of course, jewelry and some of that same hypnotic perfume.

I lit him a cigarette, and we smoked together, admiring the graceful swirls of smoke as they rose from the glowing tip.

We went up to my apartment to celebrate, and there he got to try out my new strapon. All in all a very pleasant experience was had by both of us, turning him into the girl he had never realized that he was meant to be.

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Or dial 1-888-282-3089 and ask for Angelika.