A Valentine's Day To Treasure
by: Janis Elizabeth

 

Valentine's Day is one of those special days when I get to go out and shop for pretty lingerie for my wife Valerie without having to explain my presence in those silken surroundings. It is also an opportunity to live through the sensual experiences of being surrounded by all of the silky, lacy, lingerie. While I enjoy shopping for lingerie for my wife, I really rather enjoy wearing these soft, silky garments myself. I have been wearing women's clothes since I was a teenager. My wife even knew of my unique desires before we were married and she still married me anyway. The one drawback to my being en femme was that her attitude was neutral on my cross-dressing. While she did not encourage me to dress and get in contact with my softer side, neither did she feel repulsed when I would come to bed wearing a silky nightgown or a bra and panties. Some nights we would make love while I was dressed in my silky attire and some nights we would not.

It was about two weeks before Valentine's Day when Valerie told me that she had a special time planned for us to celebrate the occasion. Since this year it fell in the middle of the week, would I mind a half-day vacation the day before Valentine's as well as Valentine's Day and the day after. "I am taking the time off from the salon and I thought you could take off too. Maybe your alter ego, Jennifer, would like to be present during these few days," she told me. Jennifer was my en femme name; otherwise I went by my given name of Ray. While I didn't know what she had planned, I readily agreed to take the time off. This was the first time that Valerie had openly mentioned the appearance of Jennifer ahead of her actually showing up.

Over the next two weeks, I threw myself into my work so that I could be ahead of schedule on my projects. I am a software engineer. My co-workers are more concerned about the quality and quantity of my work than about my physical appearance. Consequently, while I wore regular men's clothes to work, I had let my hair grow until it was almost shoulder length. At Valerie's insistence, I kept it neat and clean, shampooing and conditioning it twice a week. At night, I would brush my hair, almost until it shone. Sometimes after I had washed and conditioned it, I would wear a satin sleep bonnet to protect it at night.

February 13 finally arrived. Just after noon, I bid my co-workers adieu and told them that I was taking the next few days off. The trip from work to home usually took me an hour to drive. Today, it still took an hour, but I felt so lightheaded and carefree thinking about Valerie's plans and her reference to Jennifer appearing that I did not notice how quickly the time and the miles flew past.

My wife greeted me at the door with a long and passionate kiss. She was wearing a gray, short sleeve blouse that buttoned up the front, a matching gray skirt, taupe-colored nylon stockings and gray 2-inch heels. While in our embrace, she had me put one of my hands on her bottom and the other over the silky softness of her breast. I eagerly caressed these parts of her anatomy while enjoying her hands in similar places on me.

She finally led me over to the sofa, where we continued to kiss and caress like a couple of hormone-driven teenagers. When we came up for air at last, Valerie told me to go and take a long refreshing bath, making sure I used some of her bath salts. She also told me to shave carefully and closely and to wash my hair before I got out. Just before I went to get ready for my bath, she reminded me to use plenty of her dusting talc after I was dry. She would have my clothes laid out for me when I was done. "Take your time Jennifer," she said. "Enjoy a truly feminine bath as we start to get you ready to enjoy Lover's Day."

I did as she had requested. After a hot, steamy soak in a very feminine scented bath, I shaved all of my sparse body hair and then shampooed and conditioned my hair. When I got out, I dried carefully and then applied scented body lotion to my freshly shaved skin. Lastly, I dusted myself with her scented bath powder. After all of these experiences, I felt truly and smelled feminine. I hoped that Valerie was not doing this just to tease me. I draped my pink, fluffy towel around my body, like a woman, making sure that my breasts and my crotch were properly covered. With my damp hair hanging around my shoulders, I walked into our room.

On the bed, I found a new red satin and lace lingerie set including bra, panties, garter belt and an ankle-length slip that I quickly put on. Additionally, I found my nylons, my C-cup breast forms and a sanitary pad to protect my panties in case of an accident. These items were hurriedly put in place on my body. I sat on the bed and waited for Valerie to appear. I didn't have very long to wait.

She had changed her clothes while I was taking a bath. Now, she looked like a classic beautician from the 50's and 60's, wearing a pink uniform that fit tightly over all of her ample curves, stockings and pink heels. I was surprised by her attire and told her so. This was not the typical attire that she would normally wear to work. Valerie was a hair stylist and makeup artist, and a very good one from what I understand, at an upscale salon and spa. "I just wanted to do your hair now while I was dressed as a proper and classic, beautician," Valerie said. She also told me that all of her lingerie was also pink and she would show that to me later. She had her camera in hand. "Come on, Jennifer, let's have a big SMILE! I want to take a few pictures of your Valentine's experience that we can enjoy many more times later," she said. With that she had me stand and pose in my lingerie and wet hair while she took several pictures. She then took my towel and wrapped it around my hair, turban style and took one or two more.

I was seated at her vanity. Valerie placed a mauve-colored shampoo cape over my lingerie-clad body. She then picked up a comb and scissors, trimming a little off the ends. Next, she sectioned and rolled up my hair and pinned each roller close to my scalp with a clip. When my head was covered, she produced a pink hairnet and placed it over my rollers, tying securely in back. Before she started the next activity, she took another picture. "I've never told you this before but I love seeing you in rollers and a hairnet," she said. "You look like one of my customers at the salon. We are going to have to have you in rollers and hairnets more frequently." My makeup was flawlessly done, while I sat there watching the transformation in the mirror. Foundation, powder, blush, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick were all skillfully and quickly applied to my face. Valerie made Jennifer come alive before my eyes. When she finished my makeup, she brought out her hair dryer. She placed the large plastic bonnet over my rollers, turned it on and handed me one of her women's magazines to read while my hair dried. Additionally, she gave me a manicure, painting my fingernails with a bright red polish.

Once dry, Valerie removed the dryer, hairnet and rollers and proceeded to comb and style my hair. When she was finished, she had me cover my eyes while she coated my new style with hair spray. "Well, Jennifer, do you like you new hairdo?" "Valerie, I love it and I love you for doing it. I feel so very feminine now." She looked at me and said, "Jennifer, there is still more like this to enjoy during this Valentine's celebration. It's now time to get dressed for dinner."

After removing my shampoo cape, Valerie went to her closet and removed to outfits. One was a long red taffeta skirt and red long sleeve satin blouse; the other was the same set in pink. Both sets were obviously new, as the price tags had not even been removed yet. She removed the tags and handed me the red outfit. "I want my lover and sweetheart to be in Valentine's colors for the next few days," she said. "Hence your red lingerie and your red skirt and blouse. Oh, by the way, I also have 4-inch heels, an evening bag and a wrap that match your outfit." She then took off her beautician's uniform, showing me that her lingerie was, indeed, pink. She replaced her regular length slip with an ankle-length one.

We proceeded to put on our skirts and blouses. I carefully smoothed my skirt under me as I sat on the bed and put on my heels. The final touches were a gold necklace and earrings, a generous spray of my wife's favorite perfume and a pair of white wrist length gloves. I checked my appearance in the mirror as Valerie came up behind me and hugged me. "Are you enjoying this," she asked? All I could do was nod.

She handed me my red evening bag containing some tissue, makeup, money and identification and my evening wrap. "It's almost a pity for you to be wearing gloves," she said. "Nobody will see how pretty your nails look and how nicely they match your outfit and makeup." I reminded her that I would probably remove my gloves during dinner. I complimented her on how very pretty she looked. Valerie truly looked pretty in pink.

As we traveled to the restaurant, I expressed my appreciation for this special treat that she was letting me have and enjoy. "Jennifer, I want this time to be very special for you. You have been a very special part of my life, both as Ray and as Jennifer. I really haven't told you this often enough. I know that sometimes you feel that I am indifferent and neutral about you becoming Jennifer. It's just that I love both you and her so much. Even though I loved you both, I didn't understand my feelings. Until now, I thought that there was something wrong with me loving you even when you were dressed and became Jennifer. However, I have come to terms with my doubts and concerns. I now know that I can accept and enjoy you either way. Now, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride."

We arrived at the restaurant shortly thereafter. This was definitely one of those four star restaurants. Valerie turned the car over to the valet parking attendant, while I gracefully held my skirt and swung my legs out. As we walked inside, we both received many admiring glances from both the men and the women. The feel of the skirt around my legs and the sound of my heels on the pavement were sensations to be relished. The hostess, after verifying that we definitely had reservations, led us to a table located in the center of the restaurant. We both carefully smoothed our long skirts under us and sat gracefully at the table. Valerie reached over and touched my hand as she said, "I'm glad we are here in the center of the restaurant so that I can show off my beautiful Jennifer. My dear, you look lovely this evening and should be the center of attention. Happy Day Before Valentine's Day." I blushed furiously at her compliments.

Dinner was otherwise uneventful. It was a long, leisurely evening where Valerie was taking pleasure in having Jennifer there. We enjoyed an excellent meal, a fine bottle of wine and some quiet, intimate conversation. On the way home, I told Valerie how much I had enjoyed the evening. She smiled as she looked at me and told me that there was still a lot more left to enjoy. I didn't know what she had planned that would make this time any more enjoyable than I already had been. I was soon to find out.

We both took off our skirts and blouses and neatly hung them up. As I was starting to remove my lingerie, Valerie handed me a red padded and scented hanger with a beautiful red negligee. I almost swooned when I saw and felt it. The nightgown was red satin with spaghetti straps and tons and tons of lace. The peignoir was sheer with long sleeves and a satin ribbon tie at the neck. Valerie produced a matching set for herself in royal blue satin. I let the nightgown0 sensuously slide down my body and then put on the peignoir while she did likewise. As we got into bed, I was surprised to find that we were getting between satin sheets red, of course. Just before the evening's recreation, Valerie told me that tomorrow was hopefully going to be another enjoyable day for Jennifer. I hoped that I would enjoy tomorrow as much as I had enjoyed tonight. We settled between the sheets, into each other's arms and enjoyed night of passion.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, a perfect Valentine's day, weather wise. Valerie and I slowly awoke, and after one more round of passion, got up and took off our negligees, making sure to put them on the padded hangers. We put on shower caps and together headed for the shower. Naturally, the shower took much longer than usual, but it was extremely enjoyable. My attire for this morning was a white satin set of bra, panties and slip, nude knee-high stockings, a white satin blouse and a red skirted suit. The skirt was fairly straight and fell to just above my knee. I wore 1-inch red heels. A red shoulder bag completed my outfit. Valerie dressed identical to me except that her suit, bag and heels were navy blue. I asked her where we were going. She said it was to be a surprise.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of Women's World Hair Salon and Spa, the place where Valerie worked. I looked at her questioningly. "My darling, today we are both going to be treated to a day of beauty and pampering. The two girls who will be pampering us already know about Jennifer. They are very happy about her and are looking forward to meeting her." She patted my arm reassuringly. We got out of the car and went in.

The salon bespoke a very tasteful femininity, from the walls to the furnishings. Amy and Sally, our two stylists met us at the front of the salon as we entered. "Valerie, it's good to see you here today, even on your day off," Sally said. "And you must be Jennifer. I have heard so much about you from Valerie, all of it good. It is nice to know that there are some men in this world who take pleasure in being in contact with the feminine part of their soul. I am so happy for you both." Sally then reached out and gave me a big hug. Amy quickly followed suit. Amy commented on how nice I looked and how I had worn the appropriate colors of the day. I thanked her for my compliment. "Well, are you two ladies ready for your day of beauty and pampering," Sally asked? We both replied in unison that we were ready. Valerie handed Sally her camera, telling her that there was a fresh roll of 36 pictures in the camera and to get plenty of shots, especially of Jennifer, as she receives her day of beauty. After hanging our suits and blouses up, taking off our shoes and stockings and putting on matching pink salon smocks and slippers, Valerie and I were led to a private work area where the two stylists could work on the two of us at the same time. Sally even took pictures while we were changing into the smocks and slippers.

Pink shampoo capes were placed over our bodies and fastened at the neck after we seated ourselves at the styling stations. First, we received our pedicures. Amy was working on me and Sally was working on Valerie. The final touch was several coats of a bright red glossy polish and a clear protective topcoat that gave our toenails a wet look even after they were dry. Next came a hair rinse to lighten our hair. Valerie said that we had received different rinses since my hair had to be lightened more to match hers. However, when we were done, our hair would be the same shade. Then, we each received a permanent. It was a real thrill to sit there next to my wife, our toenails a matching shade of red, with our hair wrapped up in perm rods and end papers. Amy commented on how nice and well kept my hair was. I commented that, since I was married to a great hair stylist, I had to keep my hair up to her standards of excellence. After being permed and neutralized, we were again shampooed. This time, we had our hair set on rollers and had pink hairnets tied into place. We sat under the dryers, holding hands and receiving our manicures. Every once in a while, Valerie looked at me to see if everything was all right. I simply beamed back at her.

When everything was dry, I noticed that our fingernails matched our toenails. Amy and Sally then did our facials, including the deep cleansing masks. I almost laughed when I looked at Valerie with her cleansing mask in place. She reminded me that I looked about as good or as bad as she did with my cleansing mask on my face. Sally naturally took pictures of us with our faces covered with our cleansing masks. Next, our stylists did our makeup. I was enjoying having cosmetic applied to my face, first by Valerie last night and now by Amy. Finally, but all too quickly, Amy and Sally removed our hair rollers and styled our hair. A generous amount of hair spray was applied to keep our new styles in place. Amy turned me toward the mirror while Sally did likewise with Valerie.

I stared in wonderment at how feminine and pretty I looked and felt, with my hair, makeup and nails freshly done. Valerie, with her natural beauty, though, far outshone me. After her day of beauty, she looked absolutely stunning. After again getting dressed, Valerie and I went and paid our bill. I thanked Amy for the great job she did with me. She reached out and hugged me, saying that Valerie had gotten a really nice person when she got me. Sally quickly added that, anytime Valerie got tired of me, she would welcome Jennifer with open arms. Upon hearing this, Valerie smiled and said that Sally would have a long time to wait because Jennifer was staying with her for quite a long time to come. We thanked them both deeply for their kindness and wonderful service.

Once in the car, I looked at Valerie and said, "This has been a very wonderful day. I have enjoyed the special day of beauty and pampering very much." She looked at me and said, "I am so glad that you have enjoyed all of this. Jennifer has deserved to be treated nicely for a long time and I was glad that I could finally do it for her." Valerie then told me that we still had another big evening ahead of us. I was thrilled at the prospect of going out again as Jennifer.

We got home and Valerie suggested that we change into our evening attire. Since we had skipped lunch while we were at the salon and spa, she suggested that we have an early dinner. I readily agreed to her suggestion. Valerie went to her closet and pulled out two beautiful new gowns. Mine was a short sleeve satin and taffeta creation in red, naturally, with a straight neckline and a full skirt. With it, I received a full crinoline and another set of red, lacy lingerie. Valerie's gown was a royal blue satin strapless gown in a sheath style. Her lingerie, including her strapless bra were also in royal blue satin. We took our time getting dressed, enjoying each and every moment.

The feeling of the crinoline and the long dress around my nylon-covered legs was heavenly. The pull of my nylons on my garter tabs created another delightful sensation. My 4-inch heels on my feet only added to these sensation. My gold earrings were the long dangling type that looked great with my gown. Valerie, as always, looked sensational in anything that she wore and now was no exception. The strapless gown clung o her body and showed off all of her curves to great advantage. After a spray of perfume for each of us, we picked up our wraps, our long gloves and our evening bags and headed out to eat. Although we went to a different restaurant from last night, we still were seated in the center of the dining room. Valerie must have made special arrangements to make sure that we were seated so as to be the center of attraction for all to see.

After another delightful meal, Valerie headed the car toward the symphony hall. She told me that this evening's program would feature many of the romantic classics and what better way to celebrate Valentine's Day than with some romance. I gracefully exited the car while Valerie gave the keys to the valet parking attendant. I carefully put on my elbow length gloves. After Valerie had adjusted her gloves, we proceeded into the hall. Our seats were front row center. I carefully swept my gown and my crinoline under me and sat down for the concert. The first half of the concert certainly set the mood for romance.

At intermission, Valerie and I made our way to the ladies' room, where we took care of certain necessary functions. Before departing from this feminine inner sanctum, I looked into the mirror, checked my makeup and touched up my lipstick. Valerie smiled at me as I did this. We returned to our seats and enjoyed the second half of the concert. We sat there in the darkened hall holding hands like a couple of school kids. After the concert, I leaned over to Valerie and whispered, "If I were put in any more of a romantic mood than I already am in, I would have to reach over, remove your clothes and make passionate love to you right here on this spot." Valerie smiled at me and said she was feeling the same way too. The ride home went quickly and we didn't even make it to the bedroom before we were all over each other. When we did get to our room, we paused long enough to remove our clothes, put on our negligees and then resume our passionate romance. The last thing I remember before I exhaustedly fell asleep was having using my mouth to nurse on my lovely wife's breast. I awoke the next morning with my red lips still plastered to her breast and saw a look of contentment and peace on her face.

We slowly got up after letting our passions run wild once again. A joint shower, while wearing our shower caps, only enflamed our passions some more. We dried and dusted each other and then wrapped our towels around our bodies in the feminine fashion. Valerie told me how cute I looked wearing my towel that way. Once back in our room, Valerie told me that she had one more surprise. She had me sit on the bed and gently tied a scarf over my eyes so that I could not see what she was getting out. While I heard the movement of a lot of cloths, I had no idea what she was going to have me wear. Finally Valerie reached over and removed my blindfold. As she did, she gently kissed me.

"I hope you won't be upset or offended by your outfit for today," she said. "I just wanted Jennifer to have a whole range of sensations to experience." With that, she stepped back and showed me what we would wear today. There, hanging on the door, were two French maids uniforms, one in the traditional black satin trimmed with white lace, the other in red satin, also trimmed with white lace. "I have one for you to wear and one for me to wear," she said. "I am not looking to turn you into my own personal maid. However, I thought that you would enjoy being a Maid for a day and I would also be one." I looked at her for a second or two before I reached out and pulled her toward me. After a long hug, I looked at her and said, "Valerie, what you are doing for me is very nice. I am not upset with your choice of a French maid's uniform for me. I would be very happy wearing it. I am even happier that you will be wearing one also. I guess, after the last two days, that the red one is mine?" She nodded her head in agreement.

"Well," I said, "Let's get dressed and be maids." My bra, garter belt, camisole and panties were white satin. The panties even had several rows of ruffles across the bottom. Valerie's panties had the same ruffles. I then put on a pair of bright red nylons and attached them to my garters. Valerie pulled black nylons up her shapely legs and attached them to her garters. She had gotten us two crinolines apiece so that the short skirts of our uniforms would stand almost straight out. I wasted no time in putting on my crinolines, heels, uniform and apron. After zipping me in, Valerie did my makeup and hair and then helped me attach my maid's cap to my hair. When we were done, we looked like a pair of French maids. I slipped my hand under Valerie's short skirt and gently fondled her bottom through the ruffles and the softness of her panties. She enjoyed it for a few minutes before reminding me that we would have the rest of the day for that activity after we got done what we needed to do. Before we started cleaning, we took pictures of each other in various poses, including standing with our backs to the camera, bending over and lifting our skirts and crinolines, so that our ruffled panties were visible.

By two in the afternoon, we had finished everything and sat down on the sofa. We turned on one of the afternoon soap operas and relaxed while watching it. Soon, we realized that the soaps only served to turn us both on instead. We sat there, running our hands over the satin covered bodies of each other, passionately kissing. We even made love there on the couch. This was difficult, although not impossible, with the crinolines and the uniforms somewhat in the way.

As we collapsed upon completion of our passion, Valerie stuck her fingers into her crotch and coated them with our combined juices. She urged me to do the same. She then took her sticky fingers and rubbed them over my lips, saying this was a special lip-gloss. Again, she urged me to do the same to her. After several times of applying "lip-gloss" and then sucking the residue off of each other's fingers, Valerie reached over and gave me a passionate kiss, her tongue seemed to be halfway down my throat. The taste of our juices on our lips and in our mouths heightened the passion of this unique kiss. When we were finally able to compose ourselves a little, Valerie said that we would have to use this "lip-gloss" more often. I readily agreed.

The rest of the day sped by far too quickly. As we took off our uniforms and put on our negligees, Valerie asked me about what I thought about the past few days. I sat there next to her, looked lovingly into her eyes and told her that she had given me the best Valentine's Day present ever in her ready acceptance of Jennifer. I was afraid that she would never be accepting of my en femme self but the last two and a half days showed me that she and I could enjoy Jennifer's presence.

She looked at me and said, "Jennifer, I am glad that I was able to make this time special for you. I now realize that I initially had difficulty thinking of you in the feminine sense. However, I finally awoke to the person that you are. This is not something that is merely determined by the clothes that you wear. It is something that transcends the clothing. Once I accepted this fact, I could rejoice for you and enjoy having Jennifer hear with me."

"Will I have the chance to be Jennifer again and to wear those lovely clothes," I asked her? "Any time you want, my darling. As a matter of fact," she said, "we are going to have to start expanding Jennifer's wardrobe. Who knows, maybe one day, Jennifer will be fortunate enough to be wearing a white satin and lace wedding gown and bridal veil and be the picture perfect bride. Would you like that?" I looked at her through misty eyes and simply nodded my head. I hugged her tightly and told her how much I truly loved her. I thanked her for the wonderful time of the last few days and for all of the sensations she had allowed me to enjoy.

After one last hug, we climbed between the satin sheets and proceeded to enjoy each other. It must be something therapeutic because the last thing I remember before falling asleep, was that I was gently nursing on my lovely wife's breast, thinking how fortunate both Jennifer and I were to have found someone as sweet and nice as Valerie.

 

 

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