Edvards Birthday

  A tale of voluntary cross-dressing that takes a new direction...“I used your laptop to check my emails while mine was being repaired” Andréa said “and I owe you an apology” she leant in and kissed Edvard “well several apologies really” 

Edvard swallowed. When did he forget to shut it down he wondered. How could he have been so stupid to have written his journal in English?

“that day we ran out of milk when you walked to the shop” Andréa said “I would have asked but it was open…you remember that day…you accidentally took my phone instead of yours”

“that’s OK, there’s nothing important on there” Edvard had decided to bluff it out as most of his writing was in Swedish. Perhaps she hadn’t found his journal “you said several apologies?”

Andréa said how sorry she was, first for snooping and had read some of the journal that he kept on there, secondly she apologised for how she had so mean about his crossdressing “I feel ashamed of myself for the way I demanded you stop without ever considering your feelings” she leant in and took a long kiss “can you forgive me?”

Edvard was taken aback by Andréa’s sudden change of attitude, she had called him a ‘disgusting sissy pervert’ amongst other things that day she found him wearing a dress. She had come home from her job as assistant manager of Ebrist Hotel in Newport, Edvard had lost track of time and was still busy cleaning the kitchen wearing his dress.

“well at least it isn’t my dress” she had said at the time using bold capitals for ‘my’  

Only after nights of sleeping on the couch and days of begging forgiveness had life eventually begun a return to normal.

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Andréa put her key in the door, Edvard was at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for their supper when she walked up behind him and nuzzled into his neck. She slipped her hand under Edvard’s hem and began rubbing him. 

“I’ve an idea…lets order a pizza” Andréa said “come with me”

Edvard was laying on the bed with his dress pushed up to his waist, his knickers around his knees. Andréa apart from her knickers was fully dressed as she pumped up and down astride him “that’s it my little sissy” she said as she ground her pelvis into him “fuck me harder you sissy pervert” 

He hated the way Andréa had begun to speak filthy, it was almost as if she needed to re-live that day when she found him wearing a dress before she could come. 

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“shall we have supper in front of the television tonight?” Andréa said “there is a program I would like to watch”

Andréa had been late home from work, Edvard already had their supper keeping warm in the oven by the time she arrived. They sat in front of the television, empty supper plates and her wine glass on the coffee table, neither of them in a hurry to get up. Andréa was leaning her head against Edvard’s chest, her hand lightly resting on his thigh. Edvard had one arm around her shoulders and a wine glass in his other hand.

“I can’t believe I made such a fuss about your dress” Andréa said as her hand reached the hem of Edvard’s dress “when it’s so easy for me to help myself” she giggled “am I still forgiven?” 

“of course” Edvard replied “I had forgotten all about it”

Andréa’s hand had slipped into his knickers, she was slowly and gently bringing him to hardness. When she had leant forward to slip her hand under Edvard’s dress his arm had slipped down behind her back, she leant back trapping his arm, the other hand held a glass of wine - perfect she thought to herself.

“have you only this one dress?” Andréa asked then without waiting for an answer said “I want buy you a present to make up for what I said”

“you don’t need to do that”

“but I want to, probably a combined birthday and Christmas present” Andréa said, she had brought Edvard to the edge now her hand slowed. Just enough to keep him there for now. “will you wear it?”

“what is it?” Edvard said

“it’s a surprise” Andréa said “something I want you to wear around the apartment”

“another dress?”

“not telling” Andréa’s hand moved a little quicker, she kissed his neck “first you have to promise to wear it”

“if that’s all it takes to make you happy” Edvard said “I will wear my gift with pleasure”

“no changing your mind?” Andréa’s hand slowed

“no” Edvard said.

As he reached the point of no return Andréa pulled her hand away “that’s it sissy…you can come for me now” she laughed “fill your panties for your Mistress”

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“I know there is a little while until your birthday” Andréa said, she smiled that smile - that smile Edvard knew, a sign that she had something sexy in mind.

“I saw it in the adult shop” she said, the smile was still there “and I want you to wear it until you are wearing the rest of your present” 

“I’m not sure about this Andréa” Edvard said. He was wearing the chastity device that was the first part of his ‘present’

Andréa was beside herself with excitement. Persuading him to ‘just try it on’ was so much easier than she could have hoped, he hadn’t even asked about the key until the lock had clicked shut. “I left it in my locker”

“you left it at work?”

“just think how good sex will be when I unlock you” Andréa said “it’s only a few days”

“It’s a whole month Andrea” Edvard said “you have to bring the key home”

“if you keep on whining” Andréa’s smile was gone “if you even mention it one more time before your birthday I’ll add extra days”

“how are you going to last until then?” Edvard said

“that’s so sweet of you to think of my pleasure sissy” Andréa said “kneel down and I’ll tell you”

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The month had finally passed. “happy birthday” Andréa said “I’ll be thinking of you all day” she smiled that dirty smile “and be even randier by the time I come home tonight” 

Andréa had already explained that she wanted Edvard to wear his birthday present while she was at work. Two large boxes containing his present had been sitting on the floor in their bedroom for a few days. Edvard kissed Andréa and began to tear the wrapping paper off of the top box. He held it up by the straps.

“put it on” she kissed his cheek “here…let me help”

“what is it?” Edvard asked.

“a corselette” Andréa said “like my basque but panty style…all lacy…don’t you just love it?”

“I really don’t want to pretend to be a woman Andréa” Edvard said. It looked old fashioned, the sort of thing older women used to wear “look…it even has a bra”

“I’m sorry…” Tears flowed as Andréa looked at the floor between them “I’m sorry…I only wanted to help you enjoy your dressing thing…now I’ve made it worse” on the outside she sobbed on the inside she knew she would soon have control again. 

“what should I wear under it” Edvard asked.

Andréa took a kleenex from the box on the bedside, a quick ‘are you sure’ as she blew her nose and smiled that dirty smile “I might be able to take it back if that is what you want”

 

It was a really tight fit just as she had intended, a real struggle for them both getting it in place. Edvard said “should be this tight? well apart from the chest which is really baggy”

“It’s what us women go through to look good for men” Andréa said “lets get your forms in place then it wont be baggy” she reached into the box.

“they’re massive” Edvard said as he sat at the dressing table “please Andréa…I don’t want to wear them”

Andréa ignored his protest and turned him away from the mirror and began applying make-up. Despite his protests about wearing make-up she grabbed his chin and told him to keep still. 

“I need to get a move on Nancy or I will be late for work” Andréa said as she completed his make-up “open your second present”

“please don’t make me wear that Andréa” Edvard knew what it was as soon as he opened the box. A pack of thick opaque tights and not a dress as he expected, but a cleaners uniform the same as cleaners at Ebrist Hotel wore plus soft flat shoes. She had brought them home from work he realised to dress him as a domestic. ‘Nancy’ was embroidered across one side of the breast exactly the same as the domestic staff she ordered around at the Ebrist Hotel had their names embroidered on their uniforms.

“in your new cleaners uniform Nancy” Andréa said “now you will feel like a real cleaner instead of just pretending”

“why are you calling me Nancy?”

“isn’t that what they call sissies? Andréa smirked “nancy boys…and well, how could I call you Edvard when your uniform clearly says Nancy?”

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful Andréa but I just cannot wear this” Edvard had just finished saying as Andréa slapped his cheek

“but you ARE wearing your cleaners uniform Nancy” Andrea laughed, not the sexy laugh but a sneering wicked laugh “just look in the mirror Nancy”

Explaining it was in case he attempted to remove his uniform Andréa took a length of sewing thread out of her purse and tied it around Edvard’s waist before cutting off the loose ends “be careful not to break the thread” that smirk appeared again “you will wear your uniform until I give you permission to take it off, is that perfectly clear?”

“yes, can I ask” Edvard said “why you are doing this to me?”

“because I can Nancy” Andréa handed Edvard a birthday card as she picked up her purse and headed out the door “happy birthday”

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Edvard looked in the mirror, his make-up was thick and harsh, more like a sex worker than a cleaner. He opened the envelope. A birthday card ‘happy birthday Nancy’ signed ‘Mistress Andréa’. A folded sheet of paper - a list of cleaning tasks to be completed before she returned.

His iPhone pinged, an email:  ‘Nancy a change of plans. Just when you probably thought your birthday could not get any better I’ve yet another wonderful present for you - an early Christmas present. I was telling a couple of guys at work about you, well would you believe they are so horny and really really keen they want to meet my sissy right now. 

I’m dripping wet just thinking of how I will be watching you on your knees as you blow them like the pathetic sissy slut you are. We will be there by 11:30, have coffee ready. Mistress Andréa’

Edvard re-read the email twice, could not believe his eyes. He snapped the cord around his waist and struggled out of the cleaners uniform and corselette then left the neatly folded pile of clothing on the bed. Showered and dressed he then packed his backpack with his old MacBook, iPhone and wallet. He put his door key on the coffee table next to his birthday card and shut the apartment’s door behind him. 11:20 his iPhone said. He took the stairs.