Annie's Birthday

A few weeks before her birthday Annie started letting her hair grow out. She'd always kept her auburn hair in a cute pixie cut. "Just long enough to grab on to" she'd say. I had asked her about it and she just shrugged the shoulders resting on top of her petite frame. She had small perfect breasts and deliciously curvy thighs rolling up to a perfectly shaped ass and tiny hips. She liked to joke that she looked more like a young boy I'd picked up at a club then my girlfriend. On occasion, I'd agree just to tease her.

She told me she didn't want anything tangible for her birthday. She wanted to make a list of commands I had to follow. I was, however, allowed to put up token resistance. But she said that it wouldn't be heeded. That's how it usually was anyways- she usually gets her way. The night of her birthday was approaching and I offered to cook for her- she declined. We'd be going out that night. My treat. Dinner, dancing, and then home for a late night. I had no complaints about that plan.

As I was getting dressed, a red and black shooter, black slacks, and leather shoes polished to a mirror shine she came out in her outfit for the evening. She has this one outfit she likes to wear when we go out; a pair of electrically colored tights and a tight mini dress that hugs her body as tight as I do. This is usually accompanied with a shawl that a grandmother would wear. Sexy but subdued.

That night however, she surprised me. I love it when she surprises me. Tonight she was wearing black slacks, a powder blue button up dress shirt with a black silk tie. Over her shoulder slung the suit jacket. Her hair was done in as unisex a slicked back doo as she could manage and her breast had been carefully bound. I didn't say anything right away, my beautiful and sexy girlfriend had transformed herself into a pretty credible and cute young man. She sauntered up to me and looked up with those shiny, devious eyes. Her first command of the night. Call her Anthony.