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The Birthday Maid Today was my Birthday. Not a particularly special Birthday, but a Birthday nonetheless and therefore the optimism that I may get some nice presents was in my head. My wife Helen had asked me to book the day off work as she had a surprise planned for me. No idea what but I do like surprises and any excuse to spend a day away from the office is a good one. The day started normal enough. Helen made me breakfast in bed and I opened my cards and some small presents from immediate family. "Right then," Helen started, "no time to waste hanging around here. I've got a very special day lined up for you today so get yourself showered and dressed so that we can get started. We need to be in town for 10am." "How exciting!" I exclaimed. "So what's the plan? What do I need to wear?" "Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" She said, "And don't worry, just wear something casual, what you're wearing now doesn't really matter anyway." Hmmm, bit of a cryptic answer. But I went with it, had my shower and shave, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and met Helen downstairs ready to go. It was about a half hour drive into town. Helen drove, she usually did anyway as she wasn't keen on my driving. She managed to find a spot on the high street, right outside her favourite beauty salon. "C'mon you, this is where we need to start." She said, pointing towards the salon. "What do you mean?" I replied. "What are we doing here?" "You'll see," she replied, "come with me, this is going to be fun." Fair enough, I thought. Maybe she'd booked me in for a massage or facial. I was quite partial to those. I followed her into the salon and waited whilst she checked in with the receptionist. The receptionist made a quick phone call and almost immediately out from a door at the rear of reception came a tall blonde girl in the usual salon uniform of a white smock and leggings. "Hi, Richard!" she sang, "I'm Fiona and I'm going to be looking after you this morning." "Right," said Helen to me, "off you go, I've a few errands to run. I'll be back for you in a couple of hours." Slightly confused, but happy to go along with the surprise, I waved Helen goodbye and followed Fiona through to the back and into a small room with just a chair, a mirror and a towel in it. She handed me a pair of paper pants, asked me to remove my clothes and put the pants on, wrap myself in a towel, then come through to the treatment room for my treatments to begin. With that request, she left me on my own. Yes, I thought, Helen's booked me a full-body massage. What a lovely thought, I was really looking forward to this. I quickly removed my clothes, put on the pants and stepped out of the room. Fiona was waiting for me and I followed her into the treatment room, instinctively lying on the treatment bed in the middle of the room. "Ok, we're gonna start today with your full body waxing." Fiona explained "WHAT!??!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "No, you're mistaken. I'm here for a massage...right?" "Nope, that's not what's booked in. We've been given strict instructions by your wife. We're to start with a full wax, followed with a makeover, manicure and wig fitting. I know it's unusual, you being a guy and all, but the orders were very specific." "I'm not sure about this. I'm just going to get dressed again and go check with my wife," I stuttered. "Don't think you'll have much luck there," Fiona explained, "we were also under instruction to take your clothes from the changing room as soon as you were out, bag them up and deliver them to your wife. They've probably already left the salon. So you could leave if you want, but it'll be in the towel you're wearing." My head was spinning, I didn't know what to do. At this point in the story, I should probably explain that I'm a crossdresser but only an occasional one. My wife had seen me once or twice but to be honest, she didn't really like seeing me dressed and preferred not to. I'd even worn a maid's outfit at home and she'd let me get on with the ironing upstairs, out of sight, she just wasn't that keen on seeing me. So to have me booked into the salon for a makeover, well, it was all a bit of a shock, maybe a bit of a fantasy come true as well. I wasn't sure quite what to do. Nor did I know what Helen had in store for me next. That thought petrified me...and excited me a little too. I decided to play the reluctant victim with Fiona. "OK," I said, "Do your worst." "Excellent!" Fiona answered. "Let's get started. Lie down and try not to scream." I removed the towel and with that, she started to smear the hot wax on my legs and remove it with the strips of paper. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I tried my hardest not to yell, this was just a feeling I wasn't used to. Luckily my back and chest are pretty much hairless so they got off lightly but before very long, my arms, legs and hands were completely hairless. "Right, nearly done," explained Fiona, "just your eyebrows to do." With that she made small applications of wax to my eyebrows and with a quick tug was done. "OK, all done," she said. "Here, take this moisturiser. Rub it all over to help calm your skin down. Give yourself a couple of minutes to get your breath back then come and join me in the room opposite. I did as she said, rubbed in the cream then, still wearing my towel, furtively crossed the corridor to the opposite door. Waiting inside was Fiona and another girl. "OK, Richard," Fiona explained. "That's the first stage done. Next we're going to do to transform you into a beautiful woman. I'll be doing your make-up and wig fixing. Claire here is going to give you a manicure. All you need to do is sit down in this chair and let us work our magic. " There was nothing I could say. I just smiled, reluctantly, and sat myself down. They worked on me facing away from the mirror on the wall, probably deliberately so I couldn't see what they were doing, and didn't hang around. Fiona started on my face ? foundation, bronzer, highlighter, blusher ? every so often stepping back to take a look at her handy work and make slight adjustments. Then she worked on my eyes ? eyebrow pencil, eye shadows, eye liner and eventually mascara. Then my lips ? a foundation colour, top colour, lip liner, blotting and gloss. All the while, Claire was busy on my manicure and when she'd finished one hand I held it up to take a look. She'd attached false nails to my fingers in bright red. I was shocked to see the sight at the end of my now hairless hand, making my fingers look so feminine. She started work on my other hand. Fiona awoke me from my stunned silence. "I think we've got your face looking great, Richard, though I must say you don't really look like a Richard anymore!" she laughed, "now for your hair. So what do you fancy being? Blonde? Brunette?" "I, I, I..." I stammered, "I, I really don't mind..." I didn't want to appear like I was enjoying this too much. In one way I was, all this feminine pampering, but I was still nervous about where all this was going to end. "OK, let me choose for you," Fiona said, "I think with your colouring, you'd make a great blonde. And they do say blondes have more fun." With that she let out a little giggle at my embarrassing position. Fiona briefly left the room and returned with a blonde wig on a polystyrene head. She placed a wig cap on my head, applied some spirit gum to my forehead and before I knew it, she'd pulled the wig tight over my head. She frowned as she concentrated on applying make up to the hairline at the front, to make it look seamless she explained to me. "Right," she said abruptly. "I think we're all done now. Wanna see?" I think that was a rhetorical question because without a pause, she spun the chair around and faced me towards the mirror. Well, I think it was a mirror, because at first I thought it was a photo of a stunning blonde woman. That was until I let a "wow" out of my mouth and she copied me. I raised my eyebrows and her thin feminine brows did the same. I was speechless with how I looked. From the neck up, there was a beautiful blonde woman staring back at me. No hint of maleness at all. I was transfixed, gazing at myself. I couldn't take my eyes off this wonder before me. Could that really be me? My reverie was broken by the door opening. In walked Helen, carrying a number of bags. "Oh. My. Goodness," she exclaimed and stopped dead in her tracks. With that, Fiona gestured to Claire and quickly the two left the room and closed the door behind them. I looked at Helen and managed a half, embarrassed, smile. After all, I was still naked apart from the towel and paper pants. "I'm truly speechless," Helen explained breathlessly, "you look just, I don't know, so so much like a woman. If I hadn't seen your body I wouldn't have known it was you. How do you feel?" I didn't know what to say. "Well, I love what the girls have done," I replied, "it's just a bit unusual being sat in front of you like this. This is a lovely birthday surprise you know, thank you." I smiled. Helen managed to gather her senses about her. "You're welcome. Look, I know I'm not very good with the whole dressing thing but I know it means a lot to you. So I thought with today being your Birthday, I'd make it one you'd never forget. So I called in a few favours and here we are. Believe me, darling, things are going to get even better, you wait and see." "What do you have in mind?" "Aw, I'm not going to tell you that and spoil the surprise! But look, we need to get a move on if we don't want to be late. We need to start getting you dressed." With that, she handed me a bag. I looked inside and took out some panties and a corset. I paused, looking up at Helen. "Are you sure about this?" I said hesitantly. "I am, but what about you?" she replied confidently. "This is all for you and I've taken steps to make sure you can't back out at any point. I thought you might get nervous but knew you'd regret it tomorrow if you did back out, so that's why we're going to see this through to the end. The first step is that you've got no male clothes left in the salon. You can back out now but you'd be walking down the street in a towel and make-up. You don't have a car key and there's no way I'm giving you mine. The second step is that all this is being filmed on CCTV. See the camera up there in the corner of the room? It's been recording every step of your transformation so far. I wouldn't show it to everyone, but I can think of a few who'd find it hilarious you came to a female beauty salon and got a makeover?" She was right. I was caught. I wasn't sure if she was calling my bluff but thought it best not to fight it. I stood up, took off my paper pants and put on the black panties from the bag. I loosely hooked the corset around me and let Helen go behind me and pull it in tight. And pull it in tight she did, I could barely breath. I caught sight of myself in the mirror tho and loved the feminine shape it gave me. Next she handed me a pair of black sheer seamed stockings from the bag. I sat in the chair and pulled them up my legs, making especially sure that the seams were straight and clipped them to the straps on the corset. Helen knelt down in front of me and from another bag pulled out a pair of black patent 4 inch heels with ankle straps. I'm glad she was down there doing that as there's no way I'd be able to bend down there in this corset. She placed the heels on my feet and clicked the straps in place. Clicked? I thought they had buckles... "Third step, darling...locks. The shoes are locked onto your feet now. I don't have the key with me, it's at home. And the corset has been padlocked on, again the key's at home. There's no way you could get that off without my help. So if you want to make a run for it now, be my guest, I'm not sure you'd be able to run too fast in those heels plus I'm sure you'd get lots of attention as well. Fancy your chances?" There was no way I could get out of this now. She had me trapped. I was getting more and more nervous about what might be coming next. She handed me some breast forms and I stuffed them inside the front of the corset. They warmed to my body very quickly and the corset held them in place. "Lovely," she said. "You're looking very feminine so from now on, you're no longer Richard. You're going to be Lucy. Is that ok with you, Lucy?" I looked at my feet. What could I say? "I suppose. But just tell me what your plans are for us. Are we going out for dinner with me dressed?" I asked. "Sort of, but not quite. And stop trying to spoil the surprise!" She answered. "OK, maybe this next item of clothing will give you a bit of a clue." With this hint, she unzipped the suit carrier she'd brought into the room and took out its contents. My jaw dropped. It was the most gorgeous French Maid's dress I'd ever seen. Black satin, short-sleeved, with layers of ruffled petticoat. On another hanger was a white satin apron and cap. "I, I, I can't wear that!" I stammered. "Oh you can," Helen replied, "and you will. I know you want to and let's face it, you don't really have much choice unless you want to walk out of here in your corset?" She smiled. She was right, I had to wear the dress. Secretly I was dying to get into it. But then what? There was only one way out of the salon and that was out the front door into the street. And then what? Back home to do some ironing? Well it's been fun and all that but I never planned to do any ironing on my Birthday! I think Helen picked up on my thoughts as she took the dress off its hanger to hurry me along. "Come on, Lucy, haven't got all day. We've got another appointment yet," she demanded as she held the dress open for me. I stepped in and pulled it up, feeding my arms through the lacy sleeves. I turned around and let Helen zip me up. I felt the dress encase me tightly as she fiddled around with the zip at the back of the neck. "Fourth step, Lucy, the zip of your lovely maid's dress is firmly fixed in place and tucked away into a hidden lock. I'm sure you can guess where the key is." There was mischief in her voice now. I stepped into the petticoat and pulled it out, forcing the skirt of the dress to flair outwards. It barely covered my stocking tops, I noticed as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Provided I stayed vertical, I was probably ok. God help me if I had to bend down for anything. Helen caught sight of me looking at myself in the mirror. I caught sight of her too. She had a smile on her face like that cat that got the cream as she tied the apron around my waist and the small cap to my head. She took some earrings from her bag and attached those to my ears. "There," she smiled, "all done. Take a look in the mirror. How does that feel?" I turned to look at my full length reflection in the mirror. From the black patent heels, the sheer black stockings, the frothy hem of my petticoat under my figure hugging satin maid's dress, my hourglass figure and up to my exquisitely made-up face and perfect hair. I have to say it, I looked stunning. I was speechless. My knees weakened at the sight before me and it took some effort to stay upright. The flash going off out of the corner of my eye soon took me back to reality. It fired again. "Lovely Lucy, the French Maid." Helen laughed. "Just think what I could do with these photos. I've no end of friends who'd book you for their parties you know. Ha ha!" I looked at Helen. I was nervous now. "You wouldn't would you? I mean, it's an exciting thought but I've never really been out dressed like this before, I'm not sure how I'd do. It's a scary thought." There was a tremble in my voice as I said this. My voice was softer, feminine, more vulnerable. "Well, let's wait and see how today goes shall we?" she answered cryptically. "C'mon then, let's go. My car's outside." I panicked. "I can't go out like this! I bet the salon's full! What will people say?" She rubbed my arm, sympathetically. "Look, you look every inch a beautiful woman. No-one's going to tell you're a guy dressed up, they'll just think you're a woman off to a costume party. Just walk with confidence, give a smile and a wiggle, don't go too fast and you'll be just fine." She paused. "And of course, if after that you still don't feel you can come out, well I'll go out there and tell them what's happened in here then invite them in one by one to come and take a look. Plus you'll have to leave at some point anyway. In those locked on clothes. So what's it to be?" She was deadly serious. What could I do. I had to get back to the car somehow and the only way was through the Salon. "OK," I said softly. "I'll come" With that, Helen held the door open for me to walk through. I left the safety of the room and nervously walked, trying to concentrate on a feminine wiggle. First into the hallway at the rear of the salon then through the door at the end which opened into the main salon. Deep breath, grab the handle, push and through. At first, no-one noticed. Then I started to get looks. And a few wows. Lots of smiles. A couple of "you look amazing!"s. I smiled back and kept on walking, mortified with embarrassment inside but hoping the layers of make-up would hide it. I stopped at the reception where Fiona was waiting. Helen caught up with me and greeted Fiona. "Hi Fi. Well I think you've done an amazing job with Lucy here, she looks absolutely stunning!" "Aw thanks Hel. No problem at all, it was a real challenge but I think it worked out fine. I'm sure Lucy will have a great time!" She emphasised my girly name and somewhere under the layers of make-up, I'm sure I went beetroot red as I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. "Well thanks anyway. Put the treatments on my account and I'll settle up with you next time I'm in," said Helen. "No worries, Fi. Have a great time, Lucy!" Fiona answered. I looked at Fiona, smiled a thank you. Helen walked round me to open the door and held it open for me. I could still feel the gaze of most of the women in the salon as they eyed me up, whether it was with knowing looks, admiration or jealousy, I wasn't sure but it was certainly a look I wasn't used to. I walked through the door to the Salon and out into the street. I suddenly became immensely aware of the shortness of my dress as the cool breeze started to whip around my legs. Helen fired the central locking for the car up and I quickly got in the passenger side, trying my best to be elegant and not flash too much stocking top or knicker as I did so. Not an easy task. Nor was putting on a seatbelt when you've acquired breasts and long finger nails. Helen was enjoying this. I could see her smiling at me as I struggled. She started the engine, slipped the car into gear and we drove off. "So are we going home now?" I asked. "Noooo. Not for a long time, Lucy. There's lots to do between now and then," she answered. "Like what? Can't we go home now? This has been fun, I've had a lovely time but can't we go back home and I'll do some maiding for you? I'll do the ironing...?" I pleaded. She was having none of it. "Not on your nelly baby! You just sit back and enjoy the ride, we'll be there for the next part of your Birthday treat in 10 minutes" Helen teased. She wasn't going to let on what was next and certainly wasn't going to let me off the hook so I just shut up and let her get on with driving. We drove for a short while before I noticed we'd turned off the main road and into the gates for The Manor House. I knew this place though I'd never been myself. It was an old stately home that had been converted into a hotel and restaurant a few years back and with the recruitment of a talented chef had become quite a draw across the county. It had a lovely long sweeping driveway. As we drove down, I noticed the temporary signs up announcing they were having a French Food Festival and today was the opening day. "What are we doing here?" I asked. "I hear it's a lovely restaurant but I can't go in dressed like this, French festival or not!" Helen didn't reply but rather than follow the drive down to the main entrance she took a fork to the right that was signposted "Staff and Deliveries". I looked at Helen as the butterflies in my stomach leapt at the prospect of what might happen next. She pulled up round the back of the house and no sooner had she pulled up, a smartly dressed man came running from the nearest doorway. He opened my car door. "Finally!" he announced "You're here at last! C'mon Lucy, you're late and we're halfway through lunch service. It's not easy being a head down so get your skates on and get in there". He pointed toward what I assumed was the kitchen. I looked at Helen, half bewildered in a state of panic and half questioning. I felt my lips silently mouth the word "help". "Now Lucy," she said with a matronly tone in her voice, "Len here has kindly offered to give you work experience in the restaurant like I explained to you. You need to get big names like this place on your CV if you're to break into this industry. I know the uniform might feel a bit demeaning but don't worry, all the other waitresses will be dressed the same and it's all to promote the French festival." My heart was now beating double time. I could feel Len behind me looking at his watch. I could see Helen ahead of me, the look in her eyes which said I should do exactly as she said if I wanted to get through this without being publicly exposed. "C'mon now Lucy, don't mess me about" said Len, with more anger in his voice and a sense of urgency too. "Yes Lucy," Helen continued, "don't let me down either. I met Len when I ran that conference here the other month and he's pulled a few strings for me to get you on the staff today. If you don't get out of this car soon, I can see my chance of getting more conference work here disappearing. Now go!" She was serious. I turned to Len, got out of the car as elegantly as I could and shut the door behind me not knowing what to do next. Helen wound down the passenger window. "I'll see you later!" she sang as she sped off leaving me stood there, miles from home, locked into a French Maid's outfit and with a man expecting me to be a waitress. I had no idea whether he knew I was a man or not so thought I'd better make the effort to be Lucy. "Ok, come on Lucy" Len said as he dragged me towards the hotel door, "just to start you off, you won't be taking orders, it'll just be service from the kitchen. A nice gentle introduction for you. You'll be on your feet for a couple of hours then it'll go quiet whilst we reset for dinner. During the quiet spell we might use you to serve afternoon tea in the Orangery, we'll see." The reality of this situation dawned on me as we hurried through the kitchen to the serving area. It was then that I noticed, true to Helen's word, that the other waitresses were decked out in similar dresses and with similarly high heels. A few smiled but they mostly hurried through like hassled waitresses, as you'd expected in a busy kitchen. A few glared too, clearly the work had spread around that I was "the late one". Len pointed me towards the table plan on the wall and suggested I memorise it. He then guided me towards the line of other maids waiting to deliver meals to the table. There were two or three ahead me, giving me time to think about how I'd got to this point of the day. It was certainly a birthday to remember. As I stood, I became very conscious of the strain on my ankles from the heels, the tightness of the corset and its restriction on my breathing, the stickiness of the lipstick on my lips. I must have been in a bit of a dream world as I was awoken by Len shouting at me. "Lucy! Service! Take these to table 9!" he bellowed. I stepped forward, took the two plates, studied the floor plan on the wall and used my back to push open the swing doors into the restaurant. As I span round, I was momentarily overwhelmed by the number of people in the room, there must have been a hundred or more. And largely, as part of the waiting staff, most were ignoring me. Ok, there a few lecherous guys who I'm sure were mentally undressing me but otherwise, no-one seemed to bat an eyelid. So, filled with renewed confidence that I might actually be able to pull this off, I made my way over to table 9, smiled politely at the guests there and placed the plates on the table. A brief eye contact, a polite thank you from them and a polite, subservient smile from myself and I walked away back to the kitchen. I swore I heard, as I turned to walk away, a whispered "she's pretty" coming from my table 9 but I may have been mistaken. The lunch shift ran for several hours and I almost forgot about my costume as my focus fell towards doing a decent job, keeping Len happy and not spilling any food. In truth, despite the embarrassment of my predicament, I think I was beginning to enjoy myself. After lunch was over, myself and the rest of the waitresses had the opportunity to rest ourselves for a little while. I sat quietly in the staff room whilst a few of the other girls moaned about the hours, the pay, the heels, the guys who'd been perving at them over lunch. I'd probably only been in there for 10 minutes when Len poked his head around the door. "Lucy, small job for you, waitress service needed in the Orangery," he smiled. I hauled myself off of my seat, onto my heels and followed Len to the service hatch. Waiting there was a tray laid out for afternoon tea ? teapot, cups and saucers, a selection of biscuits. "Table 3 in the Orangery. Thanks Lucy." He smiled. I picked up the tray, walked through the now empty restaurant , across the main foyer and through the door to the orangery. As I walked in I could see table 3 on the opposite side, by the window. Sat there was Helen. My butterflies jumped and my heart leapt. Not only that but sat with her were 3 of her closest friends from our village, all of whom I knew quite well. My lip started trembling and my feet were rooted to the spot whilst my brain tried its best to figure out what to do next. Then Helen started waving at me. "Waitress! Over here please," she commanded. I was trapped now. Oh god, how I wish I could just walk away, how could I carry this off in front of her friends? I looked at Helen, she looked back to me glaring. I noticed that her fingers were idly playing with a chain around her neck and I could just about make out that on the end of the chain were 3 small keys. Slowly, my legs shaking like jelly, I made my way over to the table and set the tray down. I smiled politely and was about to walk away when Helen looked directly at me. "Could you pour for us please?" she asked. The dread in my belly was heavy. There was going to be no quick exit from this situation. "Certainly Madame," I said as softly as I could. I began to set out the cups and saucers. "Thank you," she replied. "What's your name?" I could feel four pairs of eyes on me. "It's Lucy, Madame," I said quietly. "Hello Lucy," she continued. "Me and the girls here have been talking about the uniforms you're all wearing today. I know it's not the usual uniform here so I guess it's just for the French Festival right?" "Yes Madame" I said as I poured the tea, trying my best to avoid eye contact with everyone. "How do you feel about dressing like this? Do you not find it demeaning? Humiliating?" she asked, her gaze burning right through me. "Not really, Madame, it's all part of the job" I replied, trying to keep my answers brief. "I mean, it's not like anyone made you dress like this is it? At the end of the day, you had a choice right?" "Yes Madame," I answered. I was conscious that as I was bending over to serve the tea, that my stocking tops had gone on display to my side and rear. One of Helen's friends noticed this. "Lucy," Sue asked, "I notice you're even wearing stockings. Did you have a choice about those?" "Not really, Madame," I replied. "Wow," Sue continued. "I don't think I could do what you do, it'd take a hell of a lot of persuasion to get me to wear something like that. What do you think, Vicki?" She asked across the table. "Definitely," Vicki joined in, "don't get me wrong, Lucy, you do look lovely in it. It really suits you and I can see you're quite comfortable in it. It adds a certain "je ne sais quois" to the proceedings." With that comment the girls giggled. Vicki continued. "You know, when I next hold a dinner party, it'd be lovely to have someone dressed like yourself serving the food. Do you ever do any work away from the hotel like that?" Helen was loving this. I could see the wicked smile on her face. "What a great idea Vicki," Helen chipped in. "I've done some work with the agency that supplies staff to this hotel, I ran some of their training courses. Maybe I could call in a favour for next time we have a girl's night, see if we can get Lucy here over in her Maid's dress to serve our drinks? What do you say?" The girls laughed and clapped in delight. "What a great idea!" Sue exclaimed. I'd finished serving the tea now and felt so utterly humiliated, I was burning up inside, almost sick at the thought. Still, I stood there waiting to be dismissed. "Is there anything you wish to say, Lucy?" quizzed Helen, raising one eyebrow. "No Madame. Will that be all?" I asked. "Yes. Thank you Lucy. That will be all," Lucy replied. "Thank you, Madame," I said and for some reason half-managed a curtsey as well. I turned and wiggled away, my feminine walk now perfected after having spent several hours in this outfit. And this time there was no mistaking the comments coming from the table. "She is lovely!" "You've so got to book her for that drinks party you were planning," "Do you think?" "Definitely," they chorused in giggles of laughter. "OK," I heard Helen say as I reached the door, "let me see what I can do". I walked through the door and was making my way across the foyer when I heard Helen's voice shout me from behind. "Lucy," she asked, "do you have a minute?" I turned and saw Helen just by the doorway to the Orangery. "Could I just have a quick chat with you in here," she gestured towards a meeting room across the hallway from the Orangery "Certainly Madame," I responded and stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her. "So.....?" she asked with eyebrows raised. "How's it going?" I looked her in the eyes, pleadingly. "I don't know what to say, Helen. I really didn't think you liked me dressing but today you've pushed me further than I've ever pushed myself. I've been in more humiliating situations than I ever would have thought possible. Why are you doing this to me? And why now?" Helen thought for a minute. A smile came to her face, more kindly than vindictive. "Look Richard. It's like I said. I know how much you enjoy this stuff," she gestured to my outfit, "and to be honest I didn't really understand it. I was probably a bit scared. So I read up a bit about it on the internet and found how it really was a harmless activity that so many guys indulge in. But I also read that the biggest problem people like you have is fear, fear of acceptance, fear of being revealed and how that in itself can be quite exciting." She continued. "So, given it's your birthday, I thought I'd plan out a day that gave you opportunity to indulge but also pushed you further than you'd normally take yourself. Like I said, give you a birthday to remember. I do love you and want you to be happy you know." I smiled, softly. "Thanks Helen, I really do appreciate this. You're right I've been petrified at times but the excitement, well, I just couldn't get this any other way. I am dying to get these heels off my feet tho so I'm looking forward to heading home with you now." Helen looked at me puzzled. "Now? 'fraid not, Lucy. I'm here with the girls and I couldn't possibly leave them could I? Right now they think I'm arranging to book you for our next girls night in and if you give me any trouble, I might actually do that! Plus I've promised Len that you'd be here for the evening shift too. Sorry poppet but you've got a few more hours to do yet. I'll pick you up around midnight, ok?" With that, she gave me a gentle peck on the cheek, turned on her heels towards the door. She opened the door, glanced back, gave me that look which said I'd better get used to this and with that...she was gone.