Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 01

"Can she get the band off?" Lisa asked looking at the clasp.

"No. You have to cut them off, but they can be worn for days and are easily cleaned when you shower. You will be able to have new one's shipped to your house as long as your permit is current. It's like a prescription for crossdressing." The woman then went about her business. "Please have a seat over there and I will let you know when the permit is done."

"I can't believe I have to wear this band around my neck. It's like broadcasting to the world that I'm some kind of pervert. It says crossdresser on it," Martin said softly hanging his head. He had his legs crossed and hands in his lap per Lisa's instruction.

"I know," Lisa said patting his hands. "But there are reason's for such requirements and they are mostly for your benefit. If I had my way you wouldn't have to wear such humiliating things as this."

Martin turned his head to her, "What is your way?" he inquired quietly in a subdued voice.

"I'm not a fan of all this dressing a man up like a girl thing. At least not in your case. It's make believe as far as I'm concerned. I think it would be so much better for you if you were to have breast and a surgically reconstructed vagina. That way you would technically be a real woman and not be playing dressup all the time with all this permit stuff happening. I think that would be so much more appropriate for you myself." She looked at him with a look of sympathy.

"Why would you even think that?" he asked looking at her as if she were really crazy.

"You are going to be dressing like a woman for the rest of your life. I mean your penis doesn't work and just hangs there. Would you really miss it? Being a woman is not a bad thing Mrs. Vargos, it's just different from being a man and would take a little getting used to. You'll see."

Martin shuddered at her insane statement, but said nothing. He had enough dealing with the things that had really happened to him without having to listen to her perverted opinions on things. He turned his head back and looked at his red toenails. He wiggled them, "Nobody, not even women would wear this many rings on their toes," he thought to himself as he waited for his permit. "I'm being made into an odd public exhibition piece. A male Jezzebelle."

"Here you go," the girl said as she slid a card on the counter in their direction. "You're all set. You are now registered to crossdress in public with no problems, but be sure you are wearing a collar," she said out loud where everyone could hear. "Have a nice day sir."

Lisa picked the card up and thanked the girl. She looked at the card and then she and Martin left the building as Martin was once again eyed by those standing around, especially those who had been in ear shot of his humiliating permitting ordeal he had just endured. He walked briskly down the hall and across the parking lot to the waiting limo as the skirt of his dress swayed back and forth. Lisa slid in and got comfortable again, then Martin got in and once again was strapped tightly in the seat.

"OK, OK," Martin said as the guy was pulling the ankle straps very aggressively.

"Now that we have your crossdressing permit, the next stop is "Evelyn's House of Beauty and Day Spa." Lisa looked a Martin with a grin of power. "How does it feel to be a registered crossdresser?"

Martin ignored her insensitive statement.

"Why are we going to a beauty salon? I hope that means I never have to see Leanne again," Martin said staring straight ahead.

"Oh no. Leanne will still be doing your hair. This is more of a social status thing for you. It is a very elite spa with a very exclusive clientele. Very, very expensive. You will be getting your nails done here from now on, but your once a week hair styling here will be just be a power statement for you." She patted his leg. "You'll see, this is just a get acquainted visit, to introduce you to Evelyn and her staff, and so you can see the salon. We have several get acquainted stops this morning."

Martin rode in the car silently. His mind was still fixated on Dorothy and the way he had acted the night before. It was so strange. Nothing made since. Why was Dorothy so mad at him? Or was Dorothy just plain mad.

The car pulled into the salon parking area. It was a large building with a Greek architecture outside. Statues and fountains. This was an intimidating looking spa from the outside designed to keep only those exclusive clients comfortable in entering such a place.

As they walked through the glass front doors the girl receptionist looked up and smiled at Martin. Before anybody could say a word the girl stood up and said, "Lady Vargos?"

"Yes this is Lady Vargos," Lisa said.

"I'll get Evelyn. She's expecting you." The girl was so hot in Martin's eyes. He hated standing in front of such sexy attractive woman, when he himself was crossdressed in such a humiliating and demeaning manner for a man. She wore a short red dress, black pantyhose, and red 4" pumps. She immediately came back smiling with Evelyn right behind her.

"Hello darlings. Welcome to my little establishment," Evelyn said in a cheerful voice. "It's so good to meet you Lady Vargos, sir," she said holding out her hand to Martin. They gently gripped each others fingers and gave a slight squeeze. Lisa said nothing but smiled as she watched.

"You know Lady Vargos this is a very exclusive salon. You will receive pampering like you never experienced before. But of course you are our first male client, but I must say you are very beautiful. It's so exciting," she said clapping her hands. "Now follow me darlings so I can show you what you've been missing."

Evelyn was in her mid forties. She had a tight waist but rather large hips that worked back and forth as she hurried along. Martin figured she was wearing some sort of form fitting garment underneath maybe a girdle. She had big hair, platinum blonde in color with a jeweled comb in it, and rather heavily madeup for everyday wear. Her dress was more appropriate to an evening at the opera, as the purple top had sequins and sheer material and the skirt was form fitting and just covering the knee. Her fingernails were rather long and painted a deep red. She actually looked rather cheap compared to the exclusive clientele she serviced.

She walked them over to the corner of the building and pulled open a long curtain. There was a level they had to step up two steps to get to. The most luxurious salon equipment and furniture was set up here for clients. Evelyn opened the drapes that covered the windows from the street level.

"Wow," even Lisa had to gasp.

"That's right. This is where you will receive your services Lady Vargos. This area was built by and for my most exclusive clients. Only eight of my clients are allowed, or financially able," she said under her breath, "to use this part of the salon." Evelyn smiled enjoying the impressed look on Lisa's face and the nervous eyes of Martin as he slowly looked about this place.

"Your husband's mother and sister enjoy the Princess Platform also." Evelyn giggled. "The Princess Platform is how my other clients refer to it. This is such a social power play deluxe actually," she leaned in closer and whispered, "The other cunts have to sit out on main floor and watch all the special attention that is given up here. They are so jealous," she snickered. "Being the owner, I just stay out of such gossip, and believe me, this place has a lot of high class B/S in it." She though for a moment, "I should start a little newsletter about all the bits of juicy gossip that goes on in here," she said jokingly, as she giggled to herself once again.

After the tour of the salon was finished and arrangements were made for Martin to experience all the salon had to offer the following week, Martin was taken to visit an artist that would be doing a large oil painting of him. A huge portrait, 6'x8' for the huge entry foyer of the mansion. The painting would hang opposite the Baron's in the grand foyer. Smaller painting of the Baron's mother and father also hung in the foyer. Then there was to be a bedroom painting that would be posed by him and the Baron together, that was to hang on the wall above the headboard of their bed.

The man had seemed amused at Martin's appearance, and was very gracious for the opportunity to paint his portrait. The man was scheduled to show up the next week, after the Baron returned to begin the portraits. Seeing some of the man's other work, he knew this would be a most humiliating experience especially after it was done and the large painting of Martin in his most feminine attire, was hung on the wall for all to see.

Martin could feel the eyes of the public on him as he walked in the public domain in his high heels. High school girls squealing and pointing at him, taking pictures of this crossdressed man with their cell phones. He just kept moving forward trying not to pay any attention those standing around staring at him.

"Faggot," a man said to Martin as he passed him in a doorway entering a building. The words cut Martin. Causing tears to come to his eyes as he walked on. He didn't want to look like this. People judged him though by his appearance and not who he really was. A man trapped in the world of a woman, and desperately needing someone to help him get out.

A few more stops for Martin now walking in more crowded and less exclusive areas of the public. It was all becoming a blur now as he wished only to go back to the sanctuary of the estate now, which was odd since that is where he had spent so much time trying to escape from. He needed to get his thoughts together.

"Are you getting tired walking around so much in high heels Lady Vargos?" Lisa asked. "We will be leaving for the estate right after we finish here." she said.

Martin's feet ached from the high heels. If he had been wearing the extreme heels he had been wearing before, he never would have made it.

The last stop only took a moment as Lisa introduced Martin to the famous fashion designer who went by the single name Felix. Felix was a small but demanding man. He was flamboyant and though he was dressed completely in male attire, which included a tie today, Felix had exquisite red fingernails any woman of social standing would die for. Felix would be the one who would make Martin's dresses for those big ticket events and huge galas that would come up from time to time.

On the way home Martin was exhausted. The toll mentally and physically had once again drained him. He sat quietly strapped upright in the back seat, while Lisa busily made phone calls.