msmarcy for you

I am such a sissy and live for the times that I dress.

This morning I was shaking as I was dressing. I was beside myself. Today was the first ever meeting with my Mistress? She was not due to show up for a couple hours yet, but here I was spending extra time with my makeup and taking so much time to choose and outfit. But finally the makeup is finished and I put on a turquoise mid calf skirt, white sweater top and turquoise over sweater matching the skirt. I wore simple 4 inch black leather heels and a blond wig. I was so nervous, and I didn’t sleep at all the night before, just tossing and turning and now all ready too early. I was shaking with anticipation. I poured a double vodka and swallowed it down very fast then decided to go out in the parking lot and have a cigarette. Finally I went back to the room and waited.

Right on time, she showed up, called my room from the lobby and I went there as instructed to escort her to the room. We talked a bit, and she told me I was indeed lucky today as I was going to get to buy her lunch at the Lobster Shack. Oh my I thought to myself, lunchtime at the Lobster Shack, dressed? Oh My. But I said yes maam, and off we went. When we arrived, we parked about as far from the entrance as possible and walked slowly to the front door. I am quite sure this was by design, to allow more humiliating public exposure. It was lunch hour and people were coming and going in crowds. I heard more than a few giggles and gasps and small talk. When we arrived just inside the door it was obvious there was a wait to be seated. The hostess smiled and handed us a buzzer, she said it should be about 10 or 15 minutes. There we stood, in the lobby, crowds of people waiting, coming in, leaving, etc. I suddenly felt very awkward and clumsy. I just knew every eye was on me. Mistress forced me to engage in small talk, which helped some with the humiliation of just being here dressed as I was. Finally the buzzer went off and we approached the hostess once again. “Follow me ladies” she said, OMG and we did through the main dining room to a table for two close to a partial divider. As we seated the waitress came over and asked, “What will you have to drink ladies”? I was too nervous and unsure of my voice and blurted out a diet coke please. Mistress ordered a mixed drink and I kept my head down as I read the menu. When I had the courage to look around I saw several people starring at me and whispering to each other. Finally the waitress took our order and I was starting to calm down a bit. Mistress looked so lovely, so hot. She has very long dark hair and had it pulled into a ponytail that hung down to the middle of her back. She wore a navy blue pants suit and was absolutely the hottest women in the restaurant. The food arrived; I hardly touched mine, nervous stomach. Mistress took her time and savored every bite. Finally it appeared we were done and I started to look for the waitress in an effort to get the check. About that time, all the waitresses and the hostess approached our table with a small dish of ice cream and whipped cream with a candle burning. They were singing and clapping loudly, Happy Happy Birthday. OMG Everyone that had managed not to notice me before were all watching me now. The song seemed to last forever. Mistress almost fell out of her chair laughing and giggling. I blew out the candle and thanked each one and of course Mistress insisted on eating the ice cream. So I waited as everyone in the restaurant starred at me, all of them now aware I was a man dressed as a woman and there for the pure humiliation of it to amuse Mistress. Finally I paid the check and we began the long walk from the table to the front door to the car way in the back of the lot. But all safe and sound I drove Mistress back to the hotel where she bid me adieu and drove off in her car. I have relived this day in my dreams so many times it is burned or etched in my mine. I can recall every detail and every humiliating moment and actually look forward to going to sleep to have that dream over and over.

Flash forward a couple weeks; I am out of town on business working with 3 other close associates. I was the last one to arrive at the restaurant where we were scheduled to meet. (I had to wear hose and panties under my male clothes so it took me longer to get ready) When I arrived one of my associates saw me come in and walked over to me as this Seafood restaurant was very crowded. He said to me, let’s play a joke on Kenny, if you get the chance tell the waitress it is his birthday. So when he wasn’t paying attention I tipped the waitress and told her. After our meal, he thought we were waiting for the check, when here came the girls, the wait staff comes over singing happy birthday. OMG, I don’t think I can ever hear that song in a restaurant and not blush and shake. I felt like I was there all over but did my best to keep my composure. These girls were tougher on Kenny, first they put a funny top hat on him, then made a beek out of two pointy paper cups which he held in his mouth. Then two bar trays, the round type, one under each arm like wings and instructed him to cluck like a chicken, flap his new wings and run around the whole bar. OMG, all I could think of was thank god, that was not me and Mistress with me dressed as I was. OMG, but I have to admit, my little clitty, tucked away in my hose and panties under my male trousers was getting a little excited. In fact, sitting here tonight in my hose panties heels and rose colored mini skirt, I just looked down and…. Well let’s just say there is a little bump where a lady like me should not have a bump. OMG.