Henry has a Fantasy

Henry was quite nervous. He had done things like this before. But this time it seemed quite a bit more risky, more daring, more exciting.

Every once in a while he gets the urge. Something inside him wants to break free and show itself to the world.

The anticipation is often the best part. Days upon days of imagining a scenario in his head, adding ideas to make it more exciting, until the day finally came to make his fantasy a reality.

Today was the day. Henry had done his research, he had found a quiet nail salon which just served one client at a time. He was quite shy and couldn't bear the thought of other clients watching, judging and laughing among themselves.

The establishment barely looked like a nail salon from the outside. Only the words "Trimoon Nails" written under a simple logo on the frosted glass gave it away. Henry was unable to see the interior from outside, which further put him at ease. He would have total privacy from passersby. He just hoped that there were no appointments immediately after his.

Henry didn't hesitate any further and opened the door. He was greeted by the salon owner Kim, a friendly, motherly figure in her early forties. Trying to hide his nerves, he greeted her politely, mentioned he had an appointment and was invited to sit down in a large, comfortable chair.

Beforehand, they had already discussed what he wanted via WhatsApp. When he had mentioned he was a guy, Kim had told him she had male clients all the time. It's 2025, men getting their nails done wasn't a big deal anymore. However, his request had been a bit more unusual than what the salon owner usually got from her male clientele. He'd given her basically total freedom to do what she wanted to his fingernails. His only requirements were that he wanted long nail extensions and the girlier, the better.

Kim might have been surprised by this request, but she hadn't expressed it during their text conversation. She didn't ask why, but simply sent back: "Sure, I can do that. Do you have a price in mind?", as if she got these requests from men all the time. "Not really", he had replied. "Don't want to limit your creativity". She had estimated that it would take her about an hour and a half, and they'd scheduled a time Friday evening.

So here he was, sat down in his chair, chatting casually with Kim, acting like he does this every day. When she asked him if he'd had his nails done before, he lied: "A few times, just to clean them up a bit." In reality, he had never set foot in a nail salon before.

She started prepping his nails right away, while she asked Henry casual questions. His job, his hobbies, where he was from, the usual. She must have noticed he was nervous, and her casual chatter did a great job putting him at ease.

The nail technician started by thoroughly cleaning up his nails, prepping his cuticles, filing the nail surface and applying all kinds of strange substances that Henry was entirely unfamiliar with. Henry sat patiently, watching her work, but secretly couldn't wait till she got to the exciting stuff.

Finally, she broke out the long nail molds she was going to use. She showed them to him. They must have been two inches long. She asked: "This length all right for you?" "Maybe let's try a bit shorter" he replied, a little scared. To his surprise, she insisted: "Why don't we try two inches, It'll be fun!" He wanted to protest, but something inside him made him say: "Sure, why the hell not".

"Just so you know, you won't be able to do anything but very basic tasks with this kind of length on your nails." An almost unnoticeable smirk on her face told Henry she was probably already imagining him struggling with the unwieldy appendages she was about to furnish his fingers with.

"Don't worry, I don't have any work planned" he told her. "All right, let's get these on you. I'll be using a strong gel compound to make sure they can withstand some abuse and won't break off. If you need them removed, you can't do it yourself. The only way to remove these is having them filed off by a professional."

She was telling him just what he wanted to hear. He was brimming with excitement at the thought of himself being stuck with two inch claws all weekend. Monday and Tuesday were national holidays as well, so there wouldn't be any nail salons open till Wednesday. He had planned his visit carefully, so that he couldn't chicken out immediately and get them removed.

"Got it" he replied. Kim got to work applying the gel compound and curing it under UV light. Little by little he saw his nails grow longer, until all his fingers were adorned with sizeable extensions. They were still in their crude form without shape or color, but seeing the final length of his nails filled Henry with excitement, as well as a little fear. There was no way he could hide these.

Kim began filing his nails into shape until all of them had a smooth, rounded shape and a slightly domed surface. The quality of her work was unmistakable: out of thin air she had manufactured ten flawless shapes with elegant curves. There was no way of distinguishing where Kevin's nails ended and the false nails began. Kevin tried pulling on one of the nails and it felt like he was pulling on an actual nail.

"Now the fun part" said Kim as she produced a variety of brushes, brightly colored bottles of polish and other assorted instruments and supplies. It was obvious she was enjoying herself. She seemed like a real artist, and artists love it when they get free rein. "I think you'll love this design" she added, and that same brief smirk appeared on her face again.

She hadn't asked Kevin the reason for his visit. But he knew she knew. He felt like she could see into his kinky mind and liked what she saw. Not for a moment did he feel judged.

"Girly" she quoted Kevin "I know how to do girly. These are going to turn heads!" Kevin now knew that he was at her mercy, and he loved it.

The artist began by painting a shiny, pearl colored base on his nails. She followed this with a bright pink intricate design of lines and flowers, expertly applied with a very fine brush. She furnished the rims of his nails with gold paint and finished with glitter and tiny rhinestones. After curing the paint and applying a top coat, the design was complete. Henry was both stunned and delighted by the result. It was an elegant and tasteful design, and it surpassed his wildest imaginations.

Kim didn't ask if he liked it, his face must have told her everything. Henry held his nails up to the light and admired them for over a minute. He moved his hands around, trying to get used to the length of his nails, but it quickly became clear to him that his life would become a challenge for the next few days. These obviously weren't designed with any kind of practical consideration in mind.

"I love them, they're perfect! What do I owe you?" Kim quoted a price and couldn't suppress a giggle when she saw Henry struggle to fish his wallet out of his backpack. She had to intervene when Henry attempted to pull his credit card out of his wallet, because at the moment he had the handling skills of a two-year-old. Kim even had to open the door for him on the way out.

Still dazzled by the experience, he started walking home. He was playing with his hands the whole way, exploring the unfamiliar feeling of his nails rubbing against one another. He was too distracted to notice the absence of a weight on his back.

Only when arrived home, did he realize that was missing his backpack. Panic immediately gripped his stomach as he realized he must have left it at the salon. He had no house keys, phone or wallet.

After sprinting back to the salon, praying it would still be open, he found it closed for the weekend.

He needed a place to sleep, and this was going to be a difficult one to explain.