" "No problem" I replied. I was surprised to notice that the men's room had no mirror, but decided that they must want to prevent patrons from undoing...the stylist's work. I returned to the dryer and sat back down. From the glimpse I had of my head in the mirror, blurred as it was, I did indeed have a head full of rods. "I am certainly enjoying this, I like being pampered, and having curls will be wonderful. Why did I wait so long to come?" I thought. Heather lowered the hood, turned the dryer. My companions were standing hand-in-hand in the doorway to the patio watching a pair of small fat birds forage in the ivy at the top of the patio wall.“Good morning, Sofía. Good morning, Javier.”At that moment there was a knock on the door.“Will you have breakfast this morning, don Miguel?”Suddenly I was starving even though I was exhausted.“Yes, Sra. Martínez. Thank you.”“And for Srta. Sofía and don Javier, too?”I looked back at my two friends and lovers. They looked at each other and back at. Me, my younger sister roshni, my elder sister Sonya and my parents. My parents are highly educated professionals and leading some of the biggest firms in our country. As per their responsibilities, most of times they are both out on client meetings across the globe which left us all by ourselves in our growing ages. This happened when I was teenager and my elder sister was 19 years. Sonya is one among the brightest among the siblings, a class topper. It’s hard to find a combination of beauty. There was a blonde wig and jewelry, as well. Forthe last few weeks, I had been watching videos to practice for thisevening. I watched videos on feminine mannerisms, voice, and especiallyhow to apply make-up. This included shaving all of my body and learninghow to moisturize and lotion. I had been using my wife's femininebodywash for about two weeks now. I also watched many erotic videosdesigned to teach how to please a man. This would be a one time thing...at this point I was trying to.