“I named my ex Tara, you know after where that cute broad lived in ‘Going with the Wind.”
Snapping her gum the words came out with a country twang from the former abused housewife turned hairdresser and stone-cold devoted lesbian. Lacking some of the sophistication often found by stylists in upscale hair salons in the city was part of her appeal. That and the fact Tammy was an extremely talented hair dresser who also happened to own 49% of her own business.
The name of the salon was called ‘Sassitude’. Belinda Jackson smiled at Tammy her partner and lover as she cut the hair of Marcia Belinda’s life-long friend since the days of grammar school.
“You mean 'Gone with the Wind' Tammy.”
“Yea gone, going, blowin’ with wind….one of those… I just remember they all wore such bouncy billowy petticoats back then…with those big hoop dresses and large pretty floppy sun-bonnets…”
Tammy loudly snapped her gun once more she went on.
“I mean it’s summer out for crying out loud and they have them in those full get-up’s and all.”
Belinda took over the conversation being the dominant of the two lovers she usually did. Her hand reached out and briefly touched the front of Marcia’s hair
“Being a lady back then was different than now Tammy…..Marcia we’ll layer this so it looks both pretty and business like…..You’ll want something that says I know I’m beautiful and I’m smart as hell in business as well so don’t think about trying to fuck with me.”
The woman had grown up with Marcia being one of two best friends the three had she moved to the city 15 years earlier to set up her own hair salon. Belinda learned the hair-styling business from her single mother who ran her own shop out of the back of her home in the Northern Woods.
She’d known she was a lesbian at an early age and even had a fling with Marcia and their best buddy Sally at the age of 17. Becoming a regular thing the ‘menage a trois’ finished the three would talk about their dreams tripping on a single joint they’d share smoking down to a roach.
Belinda would declare ‘I want a beauty salon…a place of sanctuary for women to go to where they can let the hair down and be comfortable talking about anything as they have their hair cut and styled…I’m going to call it ‘Sassitude’…like me…part sassy and part attitude’.
10 years earlier she had met Tammy at the gay parade and the two had become lovers and near equal co-owners ever since.
Fresh out of a bad marriage she learned Tammy was familiar in the ways of turning a male trans having done it to the husband that had abused her much of the time in the early years. Surreptitiously she fed him estrogen and the like in the dinner and drinks he made her serve him until he no longer could be called a 100% male. The less masculine he became with the abuse stopping the more Tammy cultivated a feminine submissive perspective in him.
Over the course of 19 months she squirreled away money and left him at the right time. Naming him Tara she passed him on to a bisexual bull stud that also was an over the road trucker. She’d gotten to know the driver having morning coffee at a sandwich shop she worked at in town. When he commented he’d ‘love to have a bitch babe keep him company’ she knew just who to suggest.
The experience had taught her enough about the effects HRT she considered herself an expert.
Sitting in the chair at the salon Marcia had let slip the story of the weekend from a few weeks earlier where she had learned she was to be made president of the company. She also described the oddly wild sexual experience that had her demonstrating her dominance over Bill her husband.
“Tammy may be on to something Marcia…to be truthful being a lesbian who promotes the rise of the matriarchy it kind of turns me on to think you could make a wife of him.”
After she said it Belinda crossed her legs at the knee brushing some imaginary lint off her tight jeans as she sat in the empty salon chair staring at Marcia. Having seen it so often over the course of their friendship Marcia had recognized the trait that told her the friend was giving her advice that came from her heart.
Known for her brutal honesty with moments of candor Tammy stopped cutting for the moment. Looking into the mirror she spun the chair so Marcia could see and hear her. Snapping her ‘Dentene’ gum she held the comb up and pointed it at the wall mirror.
“Every woman needs a housewife….and that’s a fact….so you might as well have yours….”
A smile on her face she added.
“…when it first started he thought ‘it was just a game’….of course back then 'Tara' didn’t realize or respect the power of estrogen….ain’t nothin’ like it in the world.”
Marcia pursed her lips into a smile.
“I named him Rachel and kept calling him that for the whole weekend. I think this will be his last week at work. He’s been kept in just panties since we came back.”
Marcia looked at both through the mirror.
“It feels like I have a tiger by the tail. Part of me is not sure what to do next especially if I let go.”
Tammy looked back running her hand through the new cut before following with a comb to let the hair fall just how she wanted it to she smiled.
“Who says you have to let go.? Look you have him on the run…why with Tara once I knew I could take control I kept adding knew things to the list that were sure to make him feel feminine. With males it’s always about power, they’re either running away from it or running to it.”
“You have to break down his belief that he is a male and therefore in control. You do that by exposing him to feminine things and habits and behavior.”
“She’s right males like logic so insist with him at home he start doing the housework. That confronts his belief like all males have that housework is women’s work. It hits on a subconscious level if he’s doing housework than he must not be a real male.”
“As to him getting another job put it on the back burner saying you need to focus and concentrate on yours and you don’t want the distraction of doing housework. You told me a month or so ago you let your old maid service go because you thought they stole a few things. Keep that mindset in place.”
Tammy spoke up as thought the expert on it.
“Males so often can be lazy so the idea that he doesn’t have to go out of the home to work will have its appeal. Yet you’ll need to manage his efforts at home you take charge create a list that you check …..it worked with my Tara….that will affirm you as the true authority figure in your relationship. You’ll discover once the routine is established and he is always obeying you he’ll accept it.”
“A couple of women have written books on it they call it a ‘Female Led Relationship’ ...it's where the woman is running things.”
Marcia saw Belinda looking at her Tammy as she started to speak….she caught a hint of glimmer in her eye.
“Throw in some elements of BDSM discipline…tie him up…you know …ropes and bondage…those always cultivate a submissive desire when done right. Keep dangling sex as a reward…you want him striving yet never arriving…..until one day he has….with the body and the mind of a submissive domesticated t-girl housewife whose job it is is to please her Mistress.”
Marcia decided to call her on it.
“Why Tammy…you’re blushing…I can see Marcia is the Domme between you two ….isn’t she?”
Tammy’s blush grew wider. Putting her comb and scissors down she slithered over and dropped into the lap of Belinda wrapping her arms around her.
“Yes she is…and she can tie me up whenever she feels like it.”
Belinda gave a slap to Tammy’s exposed butt.
“Why you naughty girl we’ll have to do something about that when we get home.”
Tammy closed her eyes waiting to be kissed. The kiss soft and meaningful she opened her eyes. As they pulled away Marcia noticed Belinda was now the one chewing the gum.
“One other thing…you’re going to want to leave your mark on your t-girl…tattoos, think tattoos, in fact we could put some permanent makeup tattoos on…those don’t come off with a cleaning pad. Every time your 'Rachel' looks in the mirror he’ll see a feminine face staring back.”