The Realisation Of Michaela
By Michaela Jane
But, back to that day. Leaving home with just your car and the clothes that you stand up in, presents a few problems ...namely where to stay! I soon found a boarding house for the night and decided to start a new life 'tomorrow' and that, this time, I would be honest with myself and everyone else that I came into contact with.
The following morning found me buying a few clothes to see me through the week, and making my excuses about 'severe personal problems' to the office, as a ruse for a few days off to sort my life.
I had spent most of the day reading notices in shop windows trying to find a flat or rooms in the area near to my office, when I caught sight of myself in a shop window, and looking at my hair, was reminded of one of the jibes that my wife had hurled at me, about the length of my hair. 'You LOOK like a woman,anyway' 'I don't know why you don't just get a sex change and have done with it!'
I decided that I should probably have it cut anyway, as I had also had some comments at the office, due more to the fact that it was naturally wavey, rather than just straight and long.
On the High Street, I came across a Unisex Hairdressers and decided to 'go for it'.
As I had no appointment, it was decided that the owner, a lady called Gwen, would attend to me as soon as she had finished her present 'cut'.
They gave me a cup of coffee and I sat down on a settee and waited, absorbing everything about the place as this was the first time that I had been in a ladies hairdressers..I loved it, especially the atmosphere and the smell of the lotions etc.
Gwen finally came and surprised me by addressing me as 'My Dear' rather than the more usual 'Sir'. I liked it, as it made me feel feminine, and suddenly all thoughts of a 'short back and sides' were never further from my mind!
What lovely Auburn hair you have..with such a natural wave' said the quietly spoken Gwen ' What would you like me to do with it for you? Or would you like me to suggest a style?'
I stammered out - 'Well, what do you suggest - I just wanted it a bit shorter'
She replied ' It's a pity you're not a lady - I could do wonders with this, but if you want it shorter, I'll just shampoo it, cut the ends a bit and pop you under the dryer - hows that?'
'That will do fine - I'll leave it to you'....I told her.
As you do in hairdressers, we got to talking and I mentioned that I was looking for a flat or rooms in the area. Gwen said that she knew of someone who had a room to let locally, if that would help and agreed to give me the address when I left I have to say that I had never felt so pampered in a hairdressers in my life before then. By the time Gwen had finished with me, I had had my first conditioner and who knows what else done to my hair.I was even put under the dryer in very large rollers in order to bring out my natural wave, (I was told). I was enjoying it so much, that when offered, I even went along with a manicure and had my nails finished in a translucent nail polish.
When they were finished, and I saw myself, I was amazed. Even though I was masculine, my hair was so nice, I really felt feminine. Why had I not tried this before?
I vowed to return to Gwen again and again. Clutching a slip of paper with the address of the 'ROOM TO LET' written on it, I ventured forth into the late afternoon, looking for the address. I soon fount the very pleasant double fronted house standing in a secluded garden. I rang the bell and chimes echoed from somewhere inside.
If ever I needed some GOOD luck - I thought…
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