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!
Call Me Now!
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. 
Note: it is safe to follow the link to a BBC story (ca. 2000) about a plane crash with no survivors.
I talked to a Norwegian caller. (Love those northern European accents.) He told me about how, as the years go by, he feels more and more like a girl inside, in spite of the fact that he is an extremely masculine-looking guy. He feels helpless, stuck in a role not of his own choosing.
I had a call from a favorite sissy tonight. He stops into my virtual salon once in a while for a complete makeover. Today I asked if he needed to be shaved, and he agreed. But somehow the conversation got away from shaving specifically and waxing came up. He was okay with that, less than 100% enthusiastic, but looking forward to getting smooth.
With all the MySpace controversy in the media, the author does an excellent job explaining why the typical person might not want to start a MySpace profile (how many people haven’t yet?).
Ok, great, it works! I upgraded this blog before realizing that there was a logjam on my server, due to some sort of a security compromise on the most recently released version. When it finally updated (several hours later), the blog was broken. I had to delete it, boohoo, but the database is still there, so all I’ll need to do is fix up the template and I’m back in business.