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Man Maid Day II Part II: SHE MADE ME-UP
July 2008
Gee, can you believe it? Only 3 years between installments, and 10 years
since I started this short little story that was never meant to go beyond
the first installment. I wish to thank all those fine sisters that have
offered their feedback and support over the years, and for the patience
you all have shown with my intermittent storytelling efforts. I do
apologize for the delays it's always such a bother when your health fails
to the point that you cannot even type out a few words on the keyboard.
I have now been living with RA for 10 years with the last three being the
worst; so far. I am now as close to healthy as I will ever be and hope to
remain so for a while at least. I am however, unable to offer any
promises on frequency or quality of installments.
DAY II
With a shiver and a shake I reached down and pulled out the seat belt,
automatically attempting to pull it straight across my chest as I always
had. For some reason however, it got caught on something along the way
and wouldn't sit right, immediately realizing my mistake I reached up and
pulled out some extra length near my shoulder allowing the upper strap to
traverse the extra me and the lower strap to latch near my skirted hip.
Hoping that Debbie had not noticed my antics with the seat belt I looked
over to see her looking straight at me with one of her most diabolical
'cat who ate the canary' grins.
"Aw, sweetie did that hurt? Guess you just found another of those
marvelous 'Man-Maid' inventions that suit them fine but that we 'girls'
have learn to live with. Oh, and do remember dear, a lady always sits
with her knees together. Otherwise she will have to remain in hobble
skirts until she learns some modesty."
I simply stared at her and blushed; just another of, I am learning, many
adjustments I would have to deal with in my new feminine form.
By the time we backed out of the garage the sun was already high in the
sky, with few clouds and little breeze it promised to be another glorious
day in America's Dairyland. Our neighbor, Mr. Jenson was already out
mowing his lawn so my loving, ever friendly wife made it a point to honk
and wave as we went by. I tried my level best to be invisible. Other
than Mr. Jenson, and that lecherous truck driver at the stop light, our
ride to Karin's salon was ah...uneventful. Unless of course you consider
my frequent attempts to pull the hem of my dress down to my knees when it
wouldn't go past my upper thighs, or my fantasy that I was looking at my
beautiful wife's legs wrapped in shimmery tights glinting in the sunshine
instead of my own, or perhaps the way the light reflected off of my
poorly manicured but still shinny fingernails, the ride was uneventful.
No matter how hard I tried to remember that I was a man, my mind
continued to focus on how vulnerable and weak my dress and stockings made
me feel. How embarrassed I would be if someone saw me, because in spite
of assurances from others and my own eyes, I KNEW that anyone who laid
eyes on me would know that I was a man. How was I ever going to last the
entire summer without a breakdown?
I must say that my little sister Karin has certainly invested her share
of our inheritance from mother's million dollar cancer policy very wisely
as is evident by the popularity and success of her 'little' salon. If her
salon, which was actually a full fledged spa and salon, was little to her
I would be afraid to see what she would consider large. With several
thousand square feet of floor space she has divided it so that she has
her own mini-mall. Not far from the downtown business district. She
invested in the land before it was surrounded by stores such as Wal-Mart,
Target and Kohl's totally ignoring MY advice to lease a small building
downtown. I insisted that she would be assured of more traffic and it
would give her time to attain a reputation and then she could expand to
larger quarters. How silly of me. With five primary entrances she has
been able to use half the building for herself and lease out the rest as
four separate units. 'KARIN'S' is the anchor in the center with a Sally
Beauty Supplies store and a tanning salon to the east and a Glamour Shots
type photo studio and a high end lingerie shop offering 'anything custom'
as well as off the rack items (it just happens to be one of my wife's and
sisters' favorite places to shop) to the west.
When we arrived at KARIN'S it was still early so I knew that parking
would not be an issue. Thank my lucky stars we could park right near the
entrance and I would only have a few meters to be exposed to the public
going in and coming out. My loving wife on the other hand had a totally
different idea in mind. Instead of parking in front of the salon as I
expected she drove all the way over to the west end of the parking lot
and chose a spot as far from the building as she could.
I, being the ever practical man that I thought I was, said: "What the
hell are you parking way out here for? There are spots right up by the
door to Karin's salon and you park way out here in the boonies. Look how
far we have to walk now, someone will notice me for sure!"
With a cold tone and chilling smile she replied: "Gennie, what did we
tell you about ladies using that tone of voice and that type of
language?"
"I'm sorry it's just that I am so self-conscious about the way I look,
and I'm nervous about being here and being seen that... oh I don't know
it just came out."
"Alright sweetie I'll overlook it this time. But remember any further
unladylike outbursts such as that will have to be dealt with rather
severely. You will better understand my reasons for where we parked when
we are done at Karin's."
The way she stroked my nyloned thigh with her soft caressing fingers and
looked at my imprisoned crotch as she spoke sent cold shivers up my
spine. I had no desire to learn what she meant by 'dealt with severely'.
The time had come. I knew Debbie would not allow me to stall any longer.
I had to open the car door and step out. Attempting to maintain a degree
of modesty, while at the same time exiting a vehicle in a short skirt was
obviously a learned and practiced skill that I had yet to master. Debbie
of course noticed my awkwardness.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that Gennie you will get
plenty of practice before the summer is over."
I could hardly wait. With Debbie leading the way I did my best to
remember the lessons of the previous day's hobble skirt. I was
constantly reminding myself to keep my stride short and place one foot
directly in front of the other causing my hips to sway slightly in that
enticing way the female form has of attracting attention. The pointy
high heel helped remind me that I could no longer just plod along like I
was in motorcycle boots. I had to instead remember to set my foot down
gently with my legs, knees, and back straight; my head up; and my arms in
close to my body with elbows crooked not swinging them like an ape in the
circus.
"Hello! Earth to Gennie!"
"Hunh, what?"
"We've arrived; we can go inside now Karin is waiting."
I was so wrapped up in my posture and feminine comportment that before I
realized it we had walked from the edge of the parking lot, down the
sidewalk past the lingerie shop and photo studio, and up to Karin's door.
It was then that I realized that we had passed several people and none,
nada, not one person gave us more than an ordinary glance or a warm
smile. I had walked past several people and NO one noticed that I was
anything more than a young woman out with a friend on our way to do some
shopping! The ladies from the support group were right! People see what
they expect to see. If they see a person in a dress with high heels,
purse, and extra wide brim floppy straw hat with a ribbon, they see a
woman. If that same person is clomping along like an old farmer on his
way to the barn people will notice that something is off and only then
engage in much closer scrutiny of the person in the dress.
"Wow gurl! You did it! That was fantastic, I was so worried that you
would freak as soon as you saw someone you didn't know. Not only did you
not freak you kept your cool and kept on walking. Oh sweetheart I am so
proud of you!"
"I, I did? I was so nervous and worried about how I was walking I guess I
shut out everything else. Hey we're at Karin's already. I really pulled
it off?! I didn't freak did I? I can't believe that's over, what a
relief."
"Yes miss, you have successfully made a gigantic leap for Gennie kind
this morning, but remember honey that was only your first step of what
may be a long journey." That's when Karin came out to welcome us to her
little establishment. "Karin, did you see Gennie walking over here? She
walked right past several strangers without even an eyebrow being
raised."
"Can you imagine when my girls are finished with her? She may not raise
any eyebrows, but she will most certainly turn some heads. She will be
irresistible you'll have to keep a close eye on her sweet little ass from
now on Debbie." Karin giggled. Debbie smiled. Gennie cringed.
"That's ok Karin, Gennie knows to whom she belongs, she, just needs to
remember who she is inside. Right now she's confused and stressed. I
honestly believe a day at the spa will be an eye opening experience for
her, and I know for a fact that I'm going to enjoy every pampered second
of our day here. Hey, why are we just standing around out here gabbing
precious moments away when we could be in the mud wraps already? Let the
pampering begin! Come on Gennie you're going to love this in spite of
yourself." And with that proclamation, one tolerable and two stunningly
gorgeous ladies entered into no-MAN's land for a day of ... what I could
not have imagined.
As soon as we had stepped inside and my senses were assailed by the
unique odors and d?cor that only beauty salons may claim, my poor
frazzled mind shifted into vivid flashback mode. I was immediately
reminded why I had not visited my dear little sister's fine establishment
since the day before her grand opening. Flashing into my mind were all
the hours I had spent sitting by the front window of my mother's salon of
choice, the only saving grace was that it was just off State Street, not
far from the square with an almost constant flow of people. Enough
variety that I could spend my time making up stories about where they
were going, what they were like. I made some of them space aliens, others
were spies, there was even one old man that walked by almost every time I
was there that I imagined was a mad scientist who had developed a
special brain transfer machine that could exchange brains between people,
or like in a cartoon I remembered between a person and a chicken. At one
point I even imagined that he had switched my older sister and myself so
that I could ... well you know. I find myself rambling again, sorry.
The part that I truly hated about those days however was the seemingly
never ending flow of women of all ages who apparently felt it their duty
to talk to the boy waiting on his mom and sometimes mom and sisters
(those days were really long). I don't know if they thought I was lonely
or bored but they just felt compelled to pinch my cheek and squeal about
how cute I was. They loved to tell me that with such pretty blue eyes
and long lashes I was just too pretty to be a boy. Or another favorite
was to rub my head and make a big deal about my "soft girlie curls" much
too cute to belong to a boy, "why I would give my right arm to have such
pretty hair" they would say to no one in particular.
Much to my chagrin amongst those memories of over perfumed, over made up,
squealing women popped in a vision of my first experience trying out my
mother's lipstick and eye shadow. I could almost feel the waxy lightly
sticky sensation of my lips rubbing against each other, almost wanting to
stick together but not quite making it, the light distinctive odor of the
lipstick itself, had I been able to do so I believe I would have cum just
from the sensory impact of that memory alone.
"Gennie! Are you ok? You look like you're miles away."
"Hunh? Oh yeah, hi sis, I was just remembering going to a place like this
as a kid waiting for mom to get whatever done to her hair." I wasn't
about to tell her what those memories were. I was a man in a dress and
things were bad enough without adding fuel to the fire, since there was
no way I was yet ready to admit remembering anything about cross-dressing
as a kid.
"Debbie, I know what you want to start with so if you go on back to room
5, Sharon is already setup and ready for you. She will start you out with
a creamy milk exfoliant treatment followed by our new revitalizing
charcoal clay wrap, and by that time Gennie should be just about ready to
join you for your manicure and pedicure. Did you want your hair done
today?"
"I don't think so today Karin, thanks. Gennie will want me for moral
support by the time Annie finishes her waxing, and I would like to watch
as you do her hair. I think it will be such a hoot to watch my
husbandwife getting her hair done for the first time."
Milk exfoliant, charcoal wrap, waxing, it sounded more like a kitchen to
me than a beauty salon. I had no idea what they were talking about but
they certainly seemed excited about the whole thing.
"Gennie, you be good now and I will see you after your body wax." Debbie
kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the nether regions of Karin's
salon.
I don't remember ever feeling as alone and abandoned as I felt right at
that moment. Then it hit me what she had said just before she left.
"Ah Karin, sweetie, what did Debbie mean by body wax? Are we going to wax
my car or something?"
"Oh nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over, it's just one
small part of your spa experience today. Now come on and we'll get you
prepped, Annie is ready and waiting just for you. Here take off your
dress and underwear and put this on. You can change right over there in
room 3 and then lay out belly down on the padded table."
She handed me a pink satin robe that was just long enough to cover my
butt if I didn't move. Gee just like home. I wanted to make some witty
remark about what I was doing there, and how she needn't go to any
trouble on my behalf but the words just wouldn't come out. Instead I
meekly followed Karin's instructions and went to room 3 and changed.
The table was actually quite comfortable it even had a hole to put your
face into as you laid face down. It was nice of the 'man' that 'maid'
the design for the table to build in a spot for a person's face but where
was the indentation for my big squished tits? I later learned that it
was a standard massage table, and Karin was not aware of any tables with
indentations for tits, just another of those little inconveniences 'we'
ladies have to live with.
It wasn't long after I laid down that a pretty young lady came in and
closed the door. The name tag on her powder blue smock said her name was
Annie.
"Hi Gennie, I'm Annie the wax technician here at KARIN'S. Have you ever
had your body waxed before?"
"Ah Annie, I'm sorry to seem so stupid, but what do you mean by having my
body waxed?"
When she finally stopped giggling she explained what she was going to do
and that yes there undoubtedly would some small degree of discomfort
during the procedure. She also explained that usually before she is
allowed to perform her magic the victim, ah I mean customer, she must
sign a wavier that states that in some instances a rash, swelling, or
skin removal may occur as a result of the procedure. I found out that
Debbie had signed the wavier for me before we arrived. My poor
overloaded brain just kinda phased out on me as Annie explained her
procedures to me. I mean really how much can a man be expected to
endure? First I wake up with two new appendages on my chest where they
don't belong and the appendage that did belong a little farther down is
effectively missing. I am forced to pee sitting down. I am required to
wear very restrictive clothing during the day and then dressed to look
like a flirty teen-aged co-ed for an outing in the evening. I am
presented to a group of strangers as a man who "wants" to dress and
appear as a woman named Gennie. And now I'm in no-man's land laying
nearly naked on a table waiting for a sweet young thing named Annie to
rip all the hair out of, (off of?) my poor stressed-out body.
I was out of it so much that I didn't realize that Annie had stopped
talking and was spreading some kind warm goop on my lower leg. It
actually felt kinda nice, warm and reassuring. In my befuddled mind I
did not register any fear or apprehension at what was about to come as a
result of that nice warm goop, nor the soft cloth that Annie's warm soft
hands massaged onto my leg. It wasn't until those very same soft warm
hands lifted a corner of the cloth and ...
I don't know folks... am I on the right track here? I mean this all
happened a bunch of years ago and certain memories are fuzzy to say the
least. I mean I see so few stories these days talk about what it feels
like to dress and experience these sensations anymore I am not sure there
is an audience for me any more. It seems the fare of the day these days
is transformation and/or gay sex. Anyway I once again apologize for the
time gap between installments and sincerely thank you for reading my
humble efforts at entertainment. I love to read e-mail,
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