Birthday Blushes Part 1

 

Michael leaned toward the mirror and made a V-shape with his hands, framing the underneath of his face like the bottom half of a heart – the blonde wig sat atop his head forming the rest of the shape. No-one was watching, yet he felt compelled to press out his painted lips in a kiss. His eyes glazed and dropped to the rest of his body. He was dressed as he had been instructed – or at least the best he could muster. He didn't have a huge selection of female clothing to choose from, but the tartan bra and skirt had been underneath his bed since last time Steph had been over to play her games.

The Birthday card from his off-again, on-again, off-again girlfriend still lay on his bed. He couldn't actually recall what their current status was and he was ashamed how little he cared to remember when he read her handwriting on the envelope. He knew this was her way of saying she wanted to play with her toy, and he also knew he would forever be her willing plaything. She loved to degrade him and while being humiliated like this was far from the top of a list of his favorite things, it was how he could get what he wanted – to be near her. She might even touch him – not with her hands or mouth, and not in any way a normal observer might deem as being erotic, yet her punishments would be enough to carry him in his pleasure later on. Knowing this was enough to make him feel worthless – yet his obedience was never in question.

Steph's card was crude in its execution. Clearly intended as a store bought card from a husband to his wife, it had been vandalised so that the words 'To My Wife' had been crossed out and scrawled over with 'To My Sissy'. The accompanying image had once featured an elegant woman in a wedding dress with her bridal lingerie flirtatiously visibly from beneath the outfit. Steph had glued an image of Miss Piggy from the Muppets over the woman's face. There was no well wishes, no greeting – only a declaration that Steph would be around at 6 and that Michael 'better be ready' or there would be 'consequences'.

There was a hammering at the door and Michael swallowed hard. Steph had her own key and didn't need to be let in, yet she knocked anyway. It was a test – a check on his obedience and also a way to force him to come to the door dressed as a sissy. He would need to risk being seen by the outside world this and it both terrified and thrilled him.

“There's my birthday bitch!” Steph smirked as he threw open the door. Her eyes were glazed and there was alcohol on her breath and about a half dozen shiny bags in her arms. “I brought a party guest. I don't care if you mind.” Michael flushed at the sight of the woman who followed his girlfriend into the house. He recognised Steph's sister Sara, but she had never seen him like this though he assumed Steph had spared no detail in telling her how pathetic he was. “This won't do!” Steph tutted after appraising his outfit. “You're going to have to do much better if you want your gift...”