This story is both non-consent and transgender (there is no 'category' for that). If you have no desire for transgender stories, please simply pass it up. If you love it, let me know and a series may be in the making. If you're an editor, I'm open to a conversation.
Have fun!
David needed a haircut, over the course of his travels it had grown too long and unruly. Today it was knotted from his riding through the back roads on a 4 wheeler, screaming down dirt pathways and laughing all the way. His face covered with dirt from the streams and mud puddles he could wash, but his hair... well, that was another matter.
So here he was, in Davao, in the Philippines looking into the stylist's shop, the walls red, the chairs in some need of repair, the lone stylist a beautiful black haired lady who was sweeping the floors and replacing her stock, readying, it seemed, the salon for tomorrow's opening. It was getting late and he really needed to have something done so, hoping he might convince her to take care of his problem he tried the door.
It was locked.
He tapped on the window lightly. The stylist looked up at him and mouthed "We're closed."
He tapped again and made his best 'pleading' look, which he did with a smirk and smile on his face which had her chuckle to herself, shake her head, and come to the door.
"Yes?" she said, still smiling and shaking her head to herself knowing where this was headed. She wanted to go home, to have a hot meal and hotter shower, but he was cute and even cuter with his 'Please help me' look.
"I know... I know you're closing up, but if you could help me with this mess I've created... well, I'd do just about anything! Please????"
"Ah..." she thought to herself and opened the door letting him in and waved towards one of the chairs she'd just cleaned off. As he wandered over, she closed the door again and pulled the blinds so no one else would think she was open, she didn't need any more customers tonight.
Jenny then went to the chair, one which leaned backwards and had an indentation so the customer could be laid back and their hair washed into the basin below, looked at him and the mess that was both dirt and knotted hair, smiled again and said ""Oh honey, you are a mess... This is going to take a while."
Jenny, the proprietor and stylist, was dressed differently from most stylists David was used to. Perhaps this was a Filipina thing, he thought, having only used stylists in the US where he was from. Her hair was the deep black that Asian women often have, but also had the sheen, the iridescence which was almost a blue black and accentuated her face. It was long, straight, and perfect. Her outfit was casual, a pair of white, loose fitting slacks held up by an elastic waist band, and blouse. The top was a button down which, when he was watching from outside, he saw her pull from being tucked in to knotting it just below her ample breasts, unbuttoning the top 4 buttons which had the effect of creating a 'V' which shifted as she cleaned and showing just a touch of her light brown nipple on the left as she leaned over. The evening was hot and there were tiny beads of sweat forming in her cleavage.
"Damn." he thought... "She's hot."
Before David could even think, Jenny stood behind him and started up the water, warming it as she lowered his head to the basin to start his shampoo, her hands moving professionally through the mess that was his hair.
"So, tell me honey, what did you do to create this mess?" thinking, as she worked that he had a nice face. High cheek bones, eyes deep, green with specks of brown and yellow... wise eyes, but playful. His nose a bit too thin perhaps, but it fit him. What she was most attracted to though were his lips. Jenny had a thing for lips and his were unnaturally perfect for his face and coloring. Medium lips with a tiny 'u' shape at the top accentuating the rise from the sides of his mouth, the lower portion a pleasant crescent, not bulbous, nor thin... just... perfect.
"4 Wheeling"... it's what I came to the Philippines for. Well, that, scuba diving, and to experience the Filipino culture."
He closed his eyes as she used the wand to start wetting his hair for the shampoo, the water just a little too warm, but soothing, her other hand combing the knots in his hair gently but firmly. Her voice, pleasant, her accent enjoyable. It was obvious that English was her second language as he could almost hear her searching for the right words. Filipino her native tongue. A language which had bits of Chinese, English and Spanish as well as the original island language, Tagalog. He could feel her closeness, her thumbs and fingers as they worked the shampoo through the strands which were coming loose bit by bit, the strength of her fingers massaging his scalp as they worked their magic. There was something about that which had him exhale deeply and relax his shoulders and his mind. He was enjoying the experience.
He was lost in the feeling, his eyes still closed when the water was shut off and he heard her voice again, "You've got gorgeous hair Sugar, but you're treating it like a teenage boy treats his first car. It's a love/hate thing."
Jenny's voice sounded like a girlfriend David used to have when she was in high school. A cheerleader's voice, sexy, but different, a register that was pleasant and not the high pitch some girls had.
She dried his hair with a towel and moved him into another chair in front of a large mirror.
"You just sit there. Let me work on this a bit." David sat. He was used to being more dominate in his relationships, both with men and women, but in the moment he felt comfortable simply doing what Jenny requested... there was something there in her voice, a confidence, a certainty. She knew what she was doing and his natural reaction was to follow her lead. Jenny continued combing and stroking with her fingers as she talked.
"You'll be lucky if we don't have to cut these knots out."
"That would be fine with me, I needed a hair cut as well. In fact, I was going to find a barber tomorrow since we, my buddies and I, had a day off to ourselves."
David reached up to run his own hand through his hair to indicate how long it was getting and how much he might want to cut off and he accidently bumped into Jenny's crotch. "Oops, excuse me."
"No problem... Now, this is going to take a bit, do you have a name you'd like me to use honey?"
"David, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. And, thank you for helping me." then "I don't know your name either."
"Jenny... " Jenny laughed softly..
"Well thank you again, Jenny."
Jenny started to work, the knots now out of his hair she combed it with long strokes, pulling it back, then parting it, playing with 'looks'.
