A Double Birthday Surprise

by WannabeGinger's Wife, Kerstin

Part 2

 

Six hours earlier – at home.

Chapter 1 discloses the letter I wrote to the staff who'd be giving a special treat I had cooked up for Ginger's birthday – a half-day's experience at a Transformation salon in London.

He loves coming to my own salon to have his hair done, and often a manicure, but it does him good to have complete strangers work their magic on him on special occasions like a birthday.

It was birthday breakfast time and we had begun the morning with a customary early morning fuck. My surprise was in three envelopes waiting for him as we sat for breakfast. The outermost envelope contained my very special birthday card. Hand made and perfumed, it was covered in pink flowers and love hearts. I liked to make him feel girly on birthdays. His make-up was very light this morning, being a Saturday on which I was to go to work at my hairdressers' job in town. He had expected to stay at home and play girly until I got home… for another fuck! (or two!).

But no, the first surprise for him came in the second envelope – which he was allowed to read.

My second birthday card disclosed that his present was a ChangeAway session at the nearest Transformation store, in London. He would be spending the afternoon at the salon with a fantasy dressing session, make-up and manicure. He would have false eyelashes (which neither of us can fix to his eyes however hard we try!) as a special treat. A real whore's look would be his! Then, he would expect to shower and freshen up before dressing again as a guy for the trip home. He would then have to tell me all about the experience during the evening – after our third fuck of the day!

"Wow!, darling, you're honey – you know how much I've enjoyed the sessions I've done like this before…… It's a pity they have to end, really, I could always stay longer!"

"Well, I'll be at the salon all day and your hair looks lovely from the roller set we did on you yesterday, you could go into London dressed if you dared." I teased him, knowing that venturing into London would not be something he'd dare to do… it was one thing to come from home to my salon nearby, but into London? Not likely! Never mind, we talked about it and the thought that one day he might do that was planted in his mind.

Little did he know the second surprise that would be found in the third envelope – the one he was not allowed to read!

"There's another envelope that you must NOT read, but give to the girl who welcomes you into the Transformation store. OK? Promise me!?"

I was firm with him….. The whole idea would be spoiled if he read the letter. It promised his total compliance.

Six hours later, the letter was presented and, as expected, he did go into London dressed as a guy for a change on a Saturday.

The letter was read, and the contents acted upon. The "twist in the tail" was not disclosed! YET!

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Four hours later – in the Transformation store.

"I think I'm ready to change now." Ginger (or in his femme name for the day, Karen) said. "I'll just go and undress and shower downstairs."

"Don't be in such a hurry.", said an Assistant, Abi, who had done all of his make-up and really created the high-class whore character that "Karen" now showed off to such effect.

The high heels – higher than he had ever worn before – were really beginning to pain his calf muscles. The ultra-short skirt was clinging so tight to his butt that Karen struggled to keep his stocking tops from showing even when she/he was standing. The false tits that filled his D-cup bra were so heavy that he felt he would fall forwards at any minute. His own auburn hair was covered in the wildest "big hair day" blonde wig that he had ever enjoyed! His eyes were half-closed – in a seductive gaze – weighed down by the mass of the false lashes, (top and bottom!) and five coats of mascara.

He was LOVING it!

"Sit down and take another coffee… please!", said Abi, continuing. "…. in fact, the letter insists that you do, because there's a little extra surprise for you from your lovely wife, Kerstin.

"What's that, then?" said Karen through his long-lasting ultra-shiny lipstick.

"Well, we can't find the key to your case that holds your clothes for changing. The letter says we have to send you home en femme. So, off you go!"

"WHAT?????!!!!"

He immediately thought where the car was parked. Right over the other side of Euston station - one of London's busiest commuter stations…. and it was 5.45pm, albeit on Saturday…. but there would be shopping crowds, football crowds…….. people!!!!

………..to be continued…..

 

Chapter 3 will be longer! LOL, Kerstin xx

  

  

  

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