The sissy games

Part 45; Work at the salon

Before any customers arrived, the girls explained to Alex what his job for the morning would entail.

"So, at the washing station, you'll give everyone this luxurious hair care program," one of them said.

"Okay," Alex replied quickly, eager to move on.

The girl frowned at his interruption. "You wash their hair based on what it needs."

Not wanting to frustrate her further, Alex politely raised his hand.

A smile spread across her face. "Yes, Alex?"

"How do I know what their hair needs? I'm not a hairdresser like you," he admitted.

"You can't see the difference?" she asked, nearly shocked.

"Uh, no?" he replied, scratching his head.

"What shampoo do you usually pick at the store?" she probed.

"I usually just grab a three-in-one shampoo or choose based on the scent," he explained.

"My God, you truly are a man. I wonder how your hair is so beautiful; it must be a miracle," she teased. "But point made, I'll tell you what to look for."

"Thank you," he said, relieved.

"Okay, you know how to wash hair, I hope?"

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem."

"Good. After washing, you'll give them a hair mask. Be sure to cover all their hair and set a timer for five minutes."

"Understood."

"After the hair mask, use conditioner on the tips of the hair. Let it sit for two minutes, then rinse it out thoroughly and dry their hair. Finally, send them to one of the other girls."

"Got it!" Alex responded, still amazed and confussed at how many products girls used on their hair.

The first customer arrived, and Alex was informed that she needed the shampoo for dry hair. She was a kind woman in her thirties with long blonde hair, and she appeared to be a regular at the salon, chatting comfortably with the other girls. But to Alex, she was new.

He let the water run until it was warm and then draped a towel around her neck as she settled in. After wetting her hair, he applied the appropriate shampoo and rinsed it out, making sure to follow the steps carefully. Remembering the next instruction, he applied the hair mask, covering all her long hair and setting the timer for five minutes. So far, everything seemed to be going well; the girl who had instructed him wore a smile of approval.

When the timer went off, he rinsed the hair mask out and moved on to the conditioner, which had the same name as the shampoo. He rubbed it between his hands and massaged it into the tips of her hair, then rinsed that out too. The first client was done.

Two more customers followed, and Alex found himself juggling them simultaneously. The pressure mounted, and in the chaos, he made a mistake by rinsing out the hair mask too quickly. More clients came in, and he struggled to keep up. The stress began to overwhelm him, leading to more small errors.

After two hours of frantic work, he finally got a short break of fifteen minutes. He sank into a chair next to Amy.

"Alex, I've been watching you, and I noticed you made about five mistakes already," she said.

"I'm sorry. It goes fast, and handling two at the same time is hard," he replied, feeling the weight of her criticism.

"A good girl can multitask," Amy shot back.

"I am not a girl," he protested.

"Oh, Alex, you are! Just look at you. Do boys have pigtails, wear makeup, and skirts?"

"No, they don't, but Amy, I have no choice, do I?" he said, immediately regretting his words. He needed to tread carefully to avoid her becoming angry.

"There you go, they don't. But you do, so you're a girl today," she smirked.

Alex sighed, realizing that arguing would only lead to more punishment. He kept silent.

"I'm glad you agree. Time is up, and I don't want you making any more mistakes. Understood, pinkie?"

Alex inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. Just two more hours, he told himself, and it would be over. He headed back to the washing station.

Another customer arrived, and he felt nervous. How many people were coming today? He looked up to greet the next person and was taken aback to see a boy enter the salon.

What was a boy doing here? he wondered, trying to overhear the conversation while keeping busy. Amy's grin told him everything he needed to know.

"Good morning! Do you do boy haircuts too?" the boy asked.

"Good morning! We have a special program for boys. Are you interested?" Amy replied, her smile widening.

Should I warn him? Alex thought. He couldn't let another boy be humiliated like he was.

"Alright, perfect! I couldn't make an appointment anywhere else today, so that's a relief," the boy said.

"Take a seat at the washing station," Amy instructed.

The boy approached Alex, greeted him, and sat down. Alex was told to use the "Shining Gloss" shampoo. As he washed, he leaned in closer to whisper in the boy's ear, "You should get out of here. She'll turn you into a girl."

The boy's eyes widened in realization. He was starting to understand that Alex was a boy too and not there by choice. A hint of panic crossed his face.

Continuing with the hair mask, Alex whispered, "What do I do?"

He quickly covered all the boy's hair in the mask and, while working on the left side, murmured, "After washing, act like you got a message and need to leave quickly."

He didn't want to look suspicious. After rinsing out the mask, he added conditioner and soon rinsed that out too. Once he dried the boy's hair, he told him he could stand up.

"Thanks!" the boy said, grabbing his phone.

"This way, young man," Amy said with a grin that made Alex uneasy.

"Oh, I'm very sorry! I need to leave now! My father's being taken to the hospital," the boy said, and Alex couldn't help but smile as Amy's grin faded into disappointment.

"I'll pay for washing my hair but need to go now," the boy insisted.

He went to pay and Alex resumed his work. Then, suddenly, he heard something unexpected.