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My First Weekend - Part I free porn video
My First Weekend by Anna V. Hedge ([email protected])
With the engine of the car turned off, I sat in my car reading again the
note that came attached to the gift card. In my wife's handwriting it
said:
"Have fun this weekend! Love, Trish"
The gift card was for a local spa. I was not surprised that my wife had
bought me a day at a spa, but I was interested by the wording on her note.
"Have fun this weekend." The spa day was only for Friday. What did "this
weekend" mean?
Across from my parking spot, in a nondescript building was Leia's Spa. I
stared at the glowing neon lettering and finally decided to head inside.
I gathered my duffel bag and walked past the entrance, right to the front
desk where an attractive woman, wearing a plain white t-shirt with a name
tag above her left breast, hair in a ponytail and simple makeup, looked up
at me and with a radiant smile said:
"Good morning. How may I help you today?"
I stared at her brown eyes and nervously replied: "Hi. I have a 9 am
appointment today."
"Your name?"
"Jim Reynolds", I replied.
She hit a few keys, and said: "I have you in our system saying this is
part of a special package. Do you have the gift card with you?"
"Yeah."
Without hesitation I handed her the gift card. She scanned the card, typed
a few things, handed me a robea and slippers, and pointed me to a set of
doors beyond the entrance where the men's locker room was found. She said
to use any locker available for my belongings and to just come outside
when I was ready.
I walked into the locker room, a simply decorated, but luxurious space,
changed into the robe and walked outside where a petite Asian woman,
wearing a similar outfit than the receptionist, including yoga pants, was
waiting for me with a smile.
"Mr. Reynolds?"
After replying in the affirmative, I followed her to a room with a massage
table. With the woman waiting outside, I hung my robe, lay down on the
table and covered my private parts with the sheet that was on the table.
The Asian woman entered the room, and told me to relax. She grabbed a
bottle of a product that had a light citrus smell and proceeded to cover
my entire body with it. She then used a soft, warm towel to remove the
product from my body. Before I realized what was happening, she had
applied a daub of wax on my chest, allowed it to harden with a piece of
paper on top, and with a quick, but gentle move of her hand, removed the
hardened wax, and a portion of my hair with it. Before I had time to think
about what was happening, especially since I was busy cringing at the
rapid removal of my bodily hair, she carefully applied wax around my
eyebrows, yanked the hardened wax, and proceeded to do so several times.
As it was starting to dawn on me that she was shaping my eyebrows, she
asked me to flip on my stomach. By the time she had finished waxing my
body, including the area surrounding my private parts and whatever little
hair I had on my butt, my body was tingling with the adrenaline rush
created by a whole body wax session.
When she announced that she was finished, she asked me to grab my robe
when she left the room so that she could lead me to the mud baths. She
also pointed out that I should wear the briefs that were in the left-hand
pocket in the robe. As she left the room, I gingerly got up, reached in
the bathrobe and pulled out a pair of black high-cut women's cotton-
spandex panties. I stared at the panties for a brief second, wondering
what my wife had gotten me into, fully knowing that even though she was
well aware of my cross-dressing, she had never shown any interest in my
cross-dressing.
I put on the panties, making sure to tuck my testicles and penis as well
as I could, threw on the robe and slippers and walked outside where the
Asian woman lead me to a room housing what looked like a bathtub that had
had the water replaced with mud. The room was also filled by the light
scent of incense, with relaxing music playing from somewhere in the walls.
The room just had a relaxing vibe to it. I took off my robe and hopped in
the mud bath, resting my neck on the end of the pool that had a soft spot
to rest my neck and head. The Asian woman, told me to relax and enjoy the
60 minute bath. She then placed a soft and cool product that I would find
out soon enough was a mask, as well as a cucumber slice over each of my
eye-lids. I do not recall what happened next as I dozed off, but when I
awoke, the Asian woman had removed the cucumber slices, had gently
cleansed my face, and was asking me to get out of the bath and head to one
of the showers stalls nearby.
As I rinsed off the mud off my body, I couldn't believe how soft my skin
felt. It wasn't only that my skin was completely hairless, but it was also
incredibly soft. The mud bath had softened my skin beyond belief! As I
finished rinsing off the mud, I washed my hair and body, dried myself off,
put on another pair of black, high-cut panties, and the robe. When I
walked out of the shower stall, the Asian woman led me to an adjacent room
where I was asked to dip my hands and feet in a nice warm water bath.
While my hands and feet soaked, a middle-aged blond woman with a body
showing no signs of age, walked in, introduced herself as "Jess" asked me
how my day was going and offered me a bottle of water. With the
pleasantries out of the way, Jess removed my left foot from the bath,
dried it, and began pedicuring my feet. After she finished shaping my
toe-nails, removing dead skin off my foot, and massaging my feet, she
began applying a French pedicure to my toe-nails. My wife had gone all out
to have me pampered! As my feet rested, allowing the nail polish to dry
out, she proceeded to take care of my nails. She shaped the nails, and
before I knew it added acrylic extensions followed by a French manicure.
My nails were not only gorgeous, but they were also an extra quarter inch
longer!
As Jess finished up her work, I thanked her in what came out a slightly
feminine voice. What was happening to me? Before I could start admiring my
nails, the Asian woman came into the room and had me follow her, after
carefully slipping on my slippers as to not ruin my pedicure, into another
room where I sat in a low chair in front of a mirror. It sure looked like
I was about to get my hair done. Sure enough, a young looking brunette,
also wearing the Spa's snug white t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans that
highlighted her gorgeous figure, introduced herself as Joanna and said
that she had received specific instructions on what to do with my shoulder
length hair, which was currently being held together in a ponytail by a
rubber band.
She removed the rubber band and began working on my hair, finishing up
what seemed like hours later by straightening and touching my hair into a
gorgeous, mid-length, feminine and modern hair look. When I finished
admiring my hair in the mirror, I stopped for a second to look at myself
for the first time after the spa treatment. My eye brows were perfectly
shaped, and along with the haircut, and despite not wearing any makeup, I
looked incredibly feminine. Before I had a chance to start worrying about
the long-term consequences of my spa treatment, Joanna said:
"Do you like it?"
Again, replying in what came out to be an unsure feminine voice I said:
"It is fantastic. I am just having a hard time..."
"Yes, it is pretty amazing what a little pampering and a good hair cut
will do. But you also have beautiful features. Anyway, I think they are
ready for your makeup. Let me go tell Shannon that you are ready for her.
It was nice meeting you."
"Thanks", I replied as Joanna left and Shannon, a cute, red-haired 20-
something came in with a MAC cosmetics case.
She looked at me for just a second too long, which made my expression
change into one of horror and embarrassment. She noticed my face flush,
and said:
"Oh, no! I am sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It is just that you
look...well, fabulous."
Upon hearing that, my demeanor changed and I asked her: "Really?"
"Sure. I mean, it took me a second to remember that you are, well, you
know, a guy."
I chuckled and replied, "I think that is a compliment. Actually, strike
that, I will take that as a compliment!" I smiled back at her.
"You should, and once we add a little makeup, you are going to be drop-
dead gorgeous!"
With that, Shannon began applying makeup to my face, while at the same
time talking me through what she was doing so that I could apply my own
makeup in the future. She applied the foundation, and the powder, leaving
my face with a beautiful even tone. She then applied eye shadow, a touch
of eye liner and touched my eye lashes with mascara. As I thought of the
extra weight on my lashes from the mascara, she applied some lip gloss on
my lips and with that, I was done.
Shannon asked me to look in the mirror, and when I did I found a late 20-
something brunette looking back at me. As I stared at myself in the
mirror, Shannon mumbled something about almost forgetting to do something
or another. By the time I realized what was happening I felt a sharp pain
in my left ear-lobe, then my right ear lobe, and finally a second quick
click. Shannon said something about rotating the studs and keeping the
area clean, and as I said a quick thanks, she said that Ling, the Asian
woman that had been escorting me around all day was ready to take me to my
last stop.
I followed Ling to a dressing room where she helped me with my robe. I
kicked away the slippers, and when I turned around Ling handed me a gaff.
I had never worn a gaff before, but it provided an extra layer of
tightness that hid my penis and testicles and left a smooth surface around
my crotch. I then put on a pair of the panties I had been wearing at the
spa before Ling started to help me into a black bustier. As she wrapped
the bustier around my body, and started cinching me in, I felt myself
having to switch my breathing to alleviate the pressure from the bustier.
When Ling finished cinching me in, the result was a wonderful waist and
cleavage that just wasn't there before. Sure, I hadn't gone up to a C cup,
but I now had believable B cups!
Ling helped me into a pair of sheer stockings, which she helped me clip
onto my garter belt. There is something to be said about the beauty of
wearing garters, and having that small tug every time you walk that
increases the sensation of wearing sheer stockings. Just thinking about it
was starting to stir things inside my gaff, which made it a little
painful. Before I hurt myself some more, Ling helped me into a simple, but
gorgeous little black dress. The dress had a simple cut, short sleeves,
and a mix roundish neckline, with the bottom of the dress coming down to
mid-thigh. We accessorized the dress with a black, large buckle, belt that
wrapped around my waist, highlighting even more my slim waist. We finished
the look with a pair of 3 inch black pumps, and a simple silver necklace.
As Ling helped me clasp the necklace, she stood back as I admired myself
in the mirror. I had come in earlier that morning as a run of the mill 20
something year old man, and I was now staring at a gorgeous, professional
middle 20s woman, wearing a simple and yet beautiful black dress, a
gorgeous haircut, and perfectly done makeup to go along with a wonderful
French manicure.
Ling interrupted my staring at the mirror by handing me a cute black
purse. She handed me an envelope, which was addressed to Anna, my femme
name, which was clearly written in my wife's handwriting. She thanked me
for visiting the spa, and as she handed me my car keys she mentioned that
they had loaded my car with the makeup kit and some extra goodies my wife
had purchased for me. With that, I thanked her for everything and opened
the envelope. In the envelope, my wife had written a short note:
"I hope you are enjoying your surprise. I thought it would be a waste for
you to come home now, so I have arranged a few more fun activities for the
weekend. For your next surprise, just enter the following address into the
GPS. Have fun. Love, Trish."
My mind raced as I reread the note. A few more activities? What else could
there be in store for me? Just as I started to think about what I was
going to tell my coworkers on Monday when I showed up with my shaped
eyebrows, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and when I saw how
good I looked as a woman-passable for sure!- my worries lifted and I
couldn't help but smile back at my reflection. I put the note in my purse
and headed to the door with the clicking sound of my heels guiding me to
the exit.
The wonderful thing about having crossdressed since my earliest memories
is that I had had plenty of practice walking on heels. And, with the added
benefit of the restricting bustier and the dress, my steps were kept
short, creating, to some extent, a cute little walk that caused my hips to
sway a little. With my purse being carried on the crook of my left arm,
and with my eyes set on my car, I pushed the door open, and for the first
time in my life, walked into the outside world as Anna. Ready for a fun
weekend.
-To be continued...
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