This entry will be a departure from my latest escapades involving Darryl, and a return to where this blog originated… that being fun and frolic between just Linda and myself. I hope you don’t mind.
Yesterday was our anniversary. I won’t say which one, only that it is well past twenty happy years. My gift to Linda was a certificate for a day of spoiling at a spa. Linda treated me to supplies for my favorite hobby (photography). Unbeknownst to me, there was even more to come.
I had an appointment to get my hair cut in the morning. As Linda was leaving for work, she handed me a small bag that was taped shut. “Give this to Meghan (my hairstylist) when you go in this morning,” she instructed, then kissed me and headed out the door with no further explanation. In the past Linda had conspired with Meghan to treat me to various forms of embarrassment and femininity exposures. I was sure that this would be something along those lines as well.
Meghan has known about ‘
Since we were alone in the salon, Meghan started peppering me with questions about how I spent my Thanksgiving and then settling in asking about Darryl’s visit. That surprised me somewhat. At my last appointment I had casually mentioned that my friend was coming for a visit. I guess I must have commented that
Because I was talking so much, I wasn’t paying any attention to what Meghan was doing with my hair. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked. She had styled my hair in a totally feminine comb-out, complete with little pin-curls. Then she opened Linda’s bag and pulled out an assortment of hair accessories: ribbons, pins, clips in all colors and styles. She smiled at the collection and began picking and selecting what she would use in my hair. When she was done I looked like something between a teen girl going to a prom and a bride on her wedding day. There was no way I was going to hide that hairstyle as combed out as it was and decorated with sparkly clips.
“This is part of Linda’s anniversary gift to you. Plus, you are to meet her for lunch at Harrington’s,” Meghan explained.
When she removed the long black apron that covered me, my clothing selection no longer looked androgynous. With my feminine hairstyle, I now looked quite feminine head to toe. Now I wished that I had worn more make up and padded my bra so I could at least look like a woman. Instead I looked exactly like what I was… a cross dressed man!
Meghan wished me luck on my lunch date and almost had to push me out the door. Fortunately, Linda was already seated when I arrived at the restaurant so I was able to walk in and sit down. She commented on how nice my hair looked and asked if I liked my surprise. “It definitely was a surprise,” I answered.
I am happy to say that lunch went extremely well. The waitress smiled warmly at me as she took our order. I received only a few glances and stares from passersby and seated patrons, mostly do to the pronounced hairstyle being out of place for that time of day and location.
All in all, it was a fun and unforgettable anniversary.