She rushed over to me. I was wearing my panties and t-shirt about to pull up my shorts. She put her hand under my chin and looked tenderly in my eyes. “Jamie, look down at your panties and beautifully shaved legs.” She ran her hands over my shaved thighs and oohed. “You are not a man anymore. I think your question is more correctly phrased what if there are ‘real men’ in the salon?” I sighed and looked down in shame and spoke softly. “Yes, I guess you are right. It’s just…” “Jamie please don’t allow your fading masculinity to fight against the beauty of your emerging femininity! Real men come to the salon and they are more scared than you. The men are out of their element at the salon. You shall see that they are timid and meek. They know the women are queens at the salon and they are fore
