I shivered as I thought about that, being accepted as a woman. It had seemed to come so easily, especially since the constant attention of electrolysis, wax and other depilatory creams by Barb. I still felt I had to wear foundation to cover my face but Barb insisted that I shouldn't, given the short time I was doing the work we did. I hadn't shaved, except for my legs, since that first time of being a 'drag queen'. My legs I did every second day whether they needed it or not.
Giselle made me consent to let her dye my hair. She said I'd be really hot as a blonde with my fair skin. I think she was right. Shaking nervously, I'd gone to her at her salon - she dressed as Guy, me made up femininely, in a leather miniskirt and black top. I had to endure the snide comments of the female hairdressers as Guy did my hair. they know I was a man even though I went there in a miniskirt and nude pantyhose. They had comments, though, for Guy as he did my hair - and complimentary observations for me, about how pretty I was becoming and how my new hairdo would drive my boyfriend wild.