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My first visit to an all woman beauty salon was an unforgettable experience. It happened shortly after I transitioned into a fulltime feminine life when I decided I was transgender. At first, when I came out to her, she responded overwhelmingly positively and volunteered to take me out shopping. Seeing as how my wardrobe wasn’t in too bad of a shape, I politely turned her down.
As it turned out, my birthday wasn’t too far in the future and my daughter made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She asked if she could make me an appointment to her upscale hair salon for a cut and color of my hair which thankfully was reaching the length to actually do it. It became the best birthday present I ever received except when she was born. Which happened exactly a month before my birthday. So I accepted the gift not fully realizing what I was getting myself into.
As the day of my appointment approached, I rapidly became more terrified of the unknown which awaited me. I was so new to the opportunity coming up, I wondered what I would even ask for as far as a style when I arrived at the salon. It turned out I didn’t have anything to worry about other than containing my fear. When I arrived, my daughter was coming at some point to guide me through the process which both embarrassed me but at the same time relieved me because I had at least one friendly face to fall back on if I needed it.
