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This story is number 4 in the sagas of Kerry Eddington. It can be read as a stand alone story or better as part of the whole series. For those of you who want to delve straight in a little prologue. In KERRY & THE SECURITY CHECK - returning from a short break in Scotland en fem Kerry unwittingly checks in the wrong suitcase. Stopped at security he is stripped search and humiliated and left with breast forms glued in place. Having missed his flight he is forced to work in a local hotel and whilst there is sexually assaulted by the Duty Manager. In KERRY & KATE - he arrives home from Scotland still dressed as a women only to find his fianc?e Kate who should be in the USA on business isn't. Worse than her anger is the fact he has just been fired. For the next few weeks he is forcible feminized by her, yet he submits to it in order to keep the woman he loves, what he hadn't bargained on was the advances of the new neighbour Richard. Out of work and trapped as a women he becomes his high flying fianc?es PA In KERRY THE PERILS OF A PRETTY PA - Life is full of coincidences and his ex fianc?e is now over seeing the take over of a group of Hotels including the one he worked for in the first story. But that is the least of his problems, sexual harassment at work and at home, every twist leads to further humiliation and feminization. But light is at the end of the tunnel as he has finally recovered his missing suitcase and at last has some male clothes In KERRY CHOICES & DECISIONS - Well read on ....... It was over 3 weeks since our return from Scotland and by now it was late November. The final preparations for the merger were reaching a climax which was why this wet and windy Sunday morning my boss, Miss Catherine Wade, was heading into the office. I pecked her lightly on the lips careful not to smudge her lipstick, her Clarins Eau Dynamisante perfume filled the small hallway of our Kensington apartment. She finished fastening her coat and picked her handbag off the shelf that had knock me unconscious all those weeks ago. How times had changed from secret cross dresser to my enforced femininity and now full time womanhood as my ex fiancees Personal Assistant. Yet today she was heading into the office alone. We said a final goodbye and I gently closed the door behind her the Yale lock clicking into place. Silently my bare feet padded across the laminate hallway floor then kitchen floor and into the lounge to stare out of the rain streaked windows. Kate's new Audi appeared from the basement garage and turned into the side street before taking a left turn down the A40 towards Knightsbridge. I could feel my breathing quickening. I was alone at last and since my return from Scotland where I had retrieved my missing case I had longed to do this. I went into what had once been the spare bedroom, but was now mine, and reached far under the bed. I grasped the cold plastic handle of the case and slid it from underneath the bed and with a certain reverence lifted it on to the white and pink duvet. My heart was racing as I fumbled with the combination lock, then flicked the catches open then slowly lifted the lid of the case to reveal the items I had secretly laundered over the last fortnight. My hands were shaking as I slowly lifted the garments from the case, slowly selecting the outfit I wanted to wear. Happy that I was alone for several hours I went across to the dressing table and brushed my hair back into a ponytail. Happy with its look I stood and let my dressing gown slip from my shoulders and naked I headed across to the bed. First the underwear, I had always worn M&S slips that were slightly silky and effeminate, yet were sold as male underwear but now they felt thick and cumbersome compared to the thin and silky panties I had been wearing for over a month. I slid them up my hairless legs but had to resist the temptation to tuck my small limp penis away as I pulled them up. Then came the Fat Face shirt, despite its thin cotton it to felt heavy and awkward after the sheer silk blouses I had come accustomed too and it felt tight across the chest, where normally I would feel the constriction of my bra. Then the chino's from Crew again heavy and awkward as my legs had at the most been covered with only 100 Denier stockings or tights, which was why the thick woollen socks felt so different too. Yet what surprised me the most was the fit of the chino's tight at the hips yet when it came to fasten my belt a good 2 holes down from where it usually fastened. Finally the boots, thick and clunky and laces difficult to tie with my nails. Finally dressed I made my way to the full length mirror looking at he floor to avoid an early glimpse of the new me. I took a deep breath and looked up expecting to see the old Kerry Eddington and was hugely disappointed. The image was not the old me, even with my honey gold hair pulled back into a tight pony tail and my manicured gel nails hidden from view I looked like a very effeminate man or a woman in mens clothes. It was the hair, yes definitely the hair I pulled it from its pony tail and the honey gold curls cascade around my shoulder as I headed into the kitchen. I return to the mirror scissors in hand and pulled a great lock of hair to one side and opened the scissors around it. Then I calmed down, only till January then the merger would be complete, Kate would have no need for a PA and I could change back without hurting the girl of my dreams. My shaking hand placed the scissors on the dressing table and remembering Kate's anger at finding me wearing some female slacks I quickly removed the male clothes and carefully folded them back in the case which I then slid into the old hiding spot where my female clothes had once been. Still naked I viewed myself the the full length mirror again, a pretty but slightly plain girl with no make up on, no real bust to talk off yet her honey blonde curls fell to just cover her nipples. The image lower down though was totally different, if her small breasts made her feel less feminine the small limp penis nestling in the trimmed triangle of pubic hair made him feel totally un-masculine yet in all their time together Kate had never once complained about his small manhood. I was trapped in the middle ground neither masculine or totally feminine just as I realised I was trapped like this until at least the new year. Then I decided I would come out of my shell and reclaim my daily masculinity and leave my cross dressing as a hobby. Yet part of me already regretted the loss of femininity. It would mean going back to cheap wigs and maybe even breast forms. That was why today I would dress as feminine as I possibly could. First though it was make up and hair. Make up was no longer a timely task and I quickly applied the foundation, pale pink lipstick and a hint of eyeshadow before applying my mascara to my naturally long eye lashes. Then gently brushed the long honey blonde curls, today I would wear my hair down.From the bottom draw of the dresser I retrieved the pink cardboard box and slid the black ribbon from the corners. Inside carefully wrapped in pink tissue paper lay the 3 garments, white lace with pink detailing and ruffles. The whole set of Agent Provocateur underwear weighed less than a single pair of my male pants now hidden under the bed. First the bra, white lace with a pink rose bud detail nestling in between the lace cups with a pink silk behind lining the A cups. Holding it upside down and back to front I fastened the clasp then pulled it around to the back before flipping the ruffled pink straps over my shoulders. Then the breast enhances slipped into the cups and I adjusted by chest to give the rounded appearance of a pair of small breasts. The panties were also white lace except for a modesty panel down the front which was of the same silky pink material that lined my bra cups. As I bent over to tuck myself in I felt the weight of the breast enhancers pull my bra straps tight. Happy with my smooth appearance I then wrapped the deep suspenders belt/waist clincher around my lower abdomen. Through the white lace the pale baby pink silk shone through. It was about 6 inches deep and deeply sculpted around the bottom to sit on the hips and across the stomach properly whilst seated. Then the great debate what to do with the thick pink ruffled straps with silver buckle, loop and eye and pink ribbon attached. Over certainly gave a smoother appearance but lacked the practicality, this was no quickly model shoot but a daily feminine experience which is why as usual I gently threaded the straps though the panties to leave them dangling down my smooth pale legs. From my top draw I rummaged through the collection of used tights and stockings and found a new pair of sheer natural stockings with deep lace welts. I carefully unfolded them from the white cardboard rectangle and placed it in the bin. Then a stocking at a time rolled carefully into a donut shapes. I bent over the long curls of hair falling forward to partially obscure my view as I dipped my toes with delicately painted pale pink toenails into the stocking and ever so carefully rolled it up my hairless legs to my thighs. I attached the two loop and eyes to each stocking and adjusted the silver buckle that adjusted the length of each ruffled pink strap pulling the stocking taught. I had already decided I would wear a dress today, rather than a skirt so from the bottom draw I selected a pure white silk slip with spaghetti straps, totally plain I slipped my arms through the straps and let the cool silk cascade down my body. It needed a little help smoothing down over my breasts and hips but in the end hung smoothly down my body to just under the tops of my stockings. The dress was pale pink embroidered with alternating dark pink and white roses around the hem. Checking that the side zipper was unfastened I slipped it over my head and gently wriggled it down into place, before fastening the side zipper. The dress had two thin dark pink ties which I wrapped around my back pulling the dress in at the waist and tied these in a bow at the back. I fluffed my hair back into place then sitting back down at the dressing table slipped the pale pink 3 inch heels onto my stockinged feet and bent down to fasten the small gold buckle of the ankle strap. The only jewellery I put on was the simple love heart locket from Kate and a ladies wrist watch. I stood up made a final check of my appearance in the full length mirror then headed back through lounge and kitchen into the hallway. I put on my red military style coat with black collar, and my black leather gloves and picked up my black leather handbag. A quick check of the contents and I slipped out the apartment door into the corridor for the few steps to the lift. I went down to the main entrance hall and looked up and down the street to see if I could see my sister approaching. I glanced at my watch and cast a nervous glance over my shoulder towards Richard's door, hoping I wouldn't t bump into him and complicate my already troubled life. Another glance into the street just in time to see a black London cab with my sister Lucy In the back waving at me. I scurried out the front door of the apartments and across the wet pavement and slipped gracefully into the back of the cab, sweeping my skirts under me as I closed the cab door. Lucy reached over and kissed me gentle on the check her long dark hair brushing my cheek, "why darling you look absolutely adorable" she said "oh my I just love those pink heels of yours, shame we're not the same size" she giggled. The taxi pulled away heading towards Chelsea to an address given by my sister "So Cinderella is off to the ball then" she teased knowing fine well that the whole reason for this Sunday shopping excursion was to find me a ball gown. "where's the ball ?" I explained to her that Donald McInnery owner of the Caledonian group that we were about to acquire traditionally held a winter ball in one of his hotels to which as many of his employees that could be spared attended the free ball. This year as a goodbye gesture he had invited all the merger team and all directors and partners to attend the winter ball at his Golf hotel near St Andrew's in Fife. We chatted like two sisters as the black cab negotiated the side streets of London weaving in and out of traffic until eventually it pulled up outside what looked a rather plain narrow fronted shop. Lucy paid the driver whilst I opened the door and stepped out on to the wet uneven pavement. I stood outside the shop, a solitary cream gown, possibly a wedding dress displayed in the window. Lucy joined me and opened the door it's paint slightly peeling. It hardly looked the place where I would find something suitable and wondered about Lucy's recommendation. (A friend who she had been a bridesmaid for had had her dresses made here) I sighed and stepped through into a dimly lit area with only a few comfortable seats, right now Harrods or Harvey Nicks or anywhere on Oxford Street were looking a better bet. The bell on the door jangled as Lucy shut it and a curtain swished open and through stepped a lady in her late 40's with a short brown bob, plainly but expensively dressed her clothes hung beautifully and contoured her body perfectly at best a size 10 and about 5' 5 ". "Ah Bonjour Mademoiselle Eddington's, I've been expecting you" she said in a strong French accent, then kissed Lucy then me on each cheek and held on tobmy hand as she turned too Lucy "ah yes I remember your bridesmaid dress so beautiful, but then you are so beautiful as is your sister. Please come this way." she indicated back through the curtain. I followed into a brightly lit white walled area covered in mirrors. It was like walking into some fun fair, everywhere you looked a reflection came back. In the centre of the room was a circular stage about a foot high. "So who is this dress for or am I so lucky to be dealing with both you young ladies." "Sadly Madam Colbert I am not invited to the ball, just my bro.....big sister Kerry" said Lucy with a mock sad face. "So I must make some measurements" she opened a mirrored door that lead into a changing room " if you please your coat and dress". 2 minutes latter I reappeared from from the changing room, dressed in only the pure white slip. Lucy had taken a seat near the wall but Madam Colbert was near the stage a tape measure draped around her neck. Carefully I stepped on the stage, Madam Colbert looking me up and down. She asked me if I planned to wear heels that high with the dress and then indicted that I should remove the slip also. I reached down and grabbed its hem and pulled it over my head and had expected to hand it to Madam Colbert, instead she was stood hands prayer like across her mouth. "oh my so feminine so beautiful - I remember when all young women dressed so - it is so sad" slightly embarrassed I let the slip drop to the floor and stood there dressed in only lacy white and pink bra panties suspender belt stockings and pink 3 inch heels. Madam Colbert swiftly took some measurements but when she wrapped the tape around my bust she must have felt the breast enhancers, "do not worry my dear the dress I have in mind you will not need these". Measurements complete she handed me a cream silk robe that I gladly excepted. The she opened another mirrored door behind which rack after rack of dresses in covers hung and she disappeared inside the large room. "Don't I get to choose a dress?" I asked Lucy, who replied "just trust her she's a genius. It's an Aladdin's cave of gowns back there" 5 minutes latter Madam Colbert appeared with a dress cover and a box, with a thin cream garment draped over her arm. Together we went into the dressing room and I hung my slip up by my coat and dress then took off the cream robe. Whilst Madam Colbert hung the dress up I did as she requested and removed my shoes, stockings and suspender belt. "If you want to wear stockings my dear may I suggest Hold ups or even suspender panties with this dress, sad when you look so fine and feminine in your lingerie. Please remove your brassiere too my dear." I was now stood hands clasped to my breast wearing only a pair of white lace panties, my small penis tucked and hidden behind the pink modesty panel in front of a lady I had known barely half an hour. She handed my a cream silk tube and explained it was a corset liner. I stepped into it and pulled the tight silk up over my hairless legs and hips till it covered me from hips to just above me nipples. She fussed around till she was happy it was not folded or twisted and then lead me back out to the mirrored room. I stood very self consciously nipples visible thought the thin silk tube as Madam Colbert removed the dress from its cover. If she had gasped at the sight of my lingerie, then I gasped at the sight of the dress, even Lucy put down the copy of Tattler. Carefully she arranged the dress on the centre stage and beckoned me to step into it then slowly raised it up and held it so I could slip my arms through the sleeves. She then asked me to raise my arms above my head and as I did so I felt the gentle tugging action as she pulled the lace until both halves of the bodice met at the top of my back. Too my surprise she then stood on tip toe and with out warning reached over my shoulder and slipped her hand inside the silk tube and in turn took a small unfeminine breast and gently pulled it inwards and upwards. As she removed her had and I could see in all the mirrors that the tightness of the top lacing had without breast enhances given me two orbs of flesh just visible in the sweetheart neckline of the bodice. If the top lacing altered my breasts then the rest of the lacing had the same effect, my waist was pulled in by at least 2 inches. The dress was absolutely stunning! The corset bodice was made from dark bottle green velvet. Short sleeved with a sweetheart neckline and similar amount of flesh showed at the back if my hair was up. The lacing of the bodice at the back was hidden by a flap of green velvet secured with 24 velvet covered buttons about the size of pea that ran down the length of the bodice The cut of the bodice and tight lacing caused a shade paler green shot silk full length skirt to billow out without the aid of a net, petticoat or hoop. >From the box she produced a pair of dark green suede heels with golden buckle on the strap which she gentle guided each foot into. The effect was to lift the hem of the gown just a centimetre above the floor. As I looked in the multiple reflections my breath was taken away, the gown was a perfect fit and if I'd seen it in as shop I may have ignored it, but on it was stunning. Both Lucy and madam Colbert nodded their approval and I had to agree with them that yes this the first dress was the one and that Madam Colbert was indeed a genius. Having unbutton and laced me I slipped the dress off then in the solitary privacy of the dressing room I removed the silk corset liner and began to dress again. First the bra, white lace with a pink rose bud detail nestling in between the lace cups with a pink silk lining. Then the deep white lace and pink suspender belt the straps gentle slipped through the waist band and out of the leg of my panties and attached to the deep lace natural stocking tops. Then the slip, plain virginal white and finally my pink dress and coat. By the time I returned to the mirrored room a large dress carrier and a bag had been readied by Madam Colbert. I reached into my bag to retrieve my purse but she placed her hand gently on my wrist. "your sister has dealt with that Mademoiselle" she beamed and I looked over to Lucy who just said " Happy early Christmas Sis" the ssy so silent on the end. We left Madam Colbert's in two separate black London cabs, Lucy returning to her flat and me back to my apartment in Kensington. The drive only took 5 minutes through the relatively quiet Sunday Traffic. Having paid the driver I was trying to exit the cab in a lady like fashion without flashing to much leg or stocking top whilst holding the large dress carrier, bag and handbag, when I heard Richard's voice. "Here let me help you Kerry" he said as he took both the dress carrier and bag from me allowing me to get out the cab and onto the pavement. Even in the pale pink 3 inch heels Richard was still a good 3 inches taller than me and I had to look up at him. I blushed slightly as I thanked him and went to take the bags back from him, but he insisted that he couldn't see me struggling with them and said he would carry them for me. We made our way into the foyer of the apartments and made awkward small talk whilst waiting for the lift. Once inside it was relatively small and in the confined area I could smell Richard's aftershave as much as he could smell the sweet Channel perfume I was wearing. The lift doors opened and we made our way to the apartment door. I retrieved the keys from my bag, now very grateful for his help and that I was not trying to do it with my hands full. Having swung the door open I turned to take the things from Richard but he had already stepped inside saying that he had carried them this far, and where did I want them. I shut the door put my bag on the shelf that had knocked me out cold on my return from Scotland and took off my Military style coat, and went through to what had once been the spare bedroom. Richard had laid the dress carefully out on the bed. As I entered the bedroom, his eyes widened and he even looked a little flustered as I stood there in my pale pink embroider dress and heels. "wow, you look fabulous" he stammered slightly and blushed as he handed me an opened packet of stockings " err this was on the bed" he blushed. Then it was my turn to blush, for even the thickest of men would known what the empty packet had contained from the imagine of a leggy model attaching suspender straps to the deep lace stocking tops. The bed was made so it was obvious to Richard exactly what was under that pale pink dress. Not tights and not just hold ups but stockings held up by a suspender belt. "No seriously Kerry you look stunning, would you fancy a walk around the park or drink" I desperately tried to think of some excuse but in the end conceded. I spent the remainder of the afternoon walking around Hyde Park and the Serpentine, dodging puddles as we chatted whilst low dark grey clouds scudded across the capitals skyline. Stopping only for a coffee on the edge of the Park. It was getting dark as we made our way back to the apartment along Kensington High Street. I caught a glimpse of our reflection in a long shop mirror, a girl in a red coat her long blonde hair tousled by the wind, her gloved hands deep in her pockets. Richard had slipped his arm through mine as he guided me around the puddles. We where close and he towered over me tall and dark, in a grey and black gortex jacket. To the passers by we must have looked the perfect young couple, but I knew this was wrong, for despite how lovely and feminine it felt it would all end in January. Was I leading him on or was he just being pushy, either way I knew that when it ended I would have to leave, not just for my own sake but now Richard's who would be devastated that the girl he had known even kissed was in fact a man. We walked the last little bit in silence, my mind troubled with the recent turn of events. It was Richard speaking that broke me from my trance as we stood in the foyer of the apartment block."Thanks for a lovely afternoon Kerry, maybe do it again soon." he said then stooped slightly and kissed me on the lips. It was only brief and though I had been kissed many times before, I had never been kissed by a man. It was so sudden and un expected that I made no resistance. His arm around my back, hand just on the bra line remaining there as our lips parted. I made a flustered good bye and instead of waiting for the lift headed towards the stairs the pinks heels clicking on the floor of the foyer. After the fire door shut after me I practically ran up the flights of stairs, the click of my heels on the bare concrete steps echoing up and down the stairwell, me chest moving in and out against the tight restriction of my white and pink lace bra. I scrambled in my bag for the Yale key and fumbled with it in the lock before slamming the door shut behind me, my brain a total whirl, - shit I had just been kissed by a man on the lips, which in comparison to what had happened to me from other men over the past month was minor, but shit shit shit, and that was when Kate came out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a full length camel coloured coat that finished about 3 inches from the ground and was fastened up. Her lovely red hair was piled high her neckline bare except for a simple silver chain and love heart. The merest glimpse of black nylon clad leg as she walked up the hall in her 4 inch heels to tower above me. Then the kiss - long deep and passionate, whilst her nimble fingers worked on the buttons of my red military style coat which fell to the floor during the embrace. Her voice was deep and husky as she whispered in my ear "I've been waiting for you" then another deep kiss her tongue parting my glossy lips apart. Looking down slightly upon me she then whispered, "do you like my new coat", I simply nodded in approval "would you like to see what else I bought on the way home". Before I had answered those same nimble figures had unfastened the 5 big brown buttons of the coat which she let slip off. The image before me was that worthy of any goddess. With hair shiny red locks piled high she was dressed only in a black basque with lace and red panel details. The cups were half cup and her ample breast nearly spilled from them. She wore a matching thong that barely covered her most private area and from that lovely basque suspended by 6 delicate straps where a pair of sheer black stockings that covered her legs down to her black 4 inch heels. Such a sight when we were engaged would have driven me crazy, now after nearly 2 months of no relief I thought I would burst and felt my small penis move between my legs and the soft gusset of the white and pink panties. Silently she took both my hands and with slow deliberate steps walked backwards down the hallway to what had once been both our bedroom. She stopped at the end of the bed and kissed me once again turning slightly as we did so, I could feel my small penis straining against the gossamer thin lace. Then an almost theatrical push which caught me off balance in my pink 3 inch heels and sent me falling onto the bed X shaped feet still on the floor spread wide, my arms above my head, the pink embroiled dress rode up to give just the slightest hint of lace stocking top. She stepped in between my spread legs and shook her long red hair down so it cascaded over her pale shoulders, then she knelt. With a hand on each spread leg she slowly explored from each pale pink with gold buckled strap of my heels slowly up my stocking clad leg to the lace of each stocking top. Subconsciously I lifted my buttocks slightly and she moved the pale pink hem with dark pink and white embroidered roses further up my legs, only the bow tied behind my back prevented it from being raised more than waist height. Now Kate had a perfect view of the lingerie she had selected for me all those weeks ago. The sheer natural lace top stockings held up by white and pink suspender belt and matching panties that bulged with my straining penis, the virginal white slip ruffled up against it. Her eyes gave a little twinkle as she traced the shape of my penis with her bright red finger nail down the front of the pink modesty panel, giggling as it twitched beneath her finger. Then a gasp as she eased the leg hole to one side and my erect penis sprang forth. She then took it in between her thumb and forefinger and slowly moved up and down its small length, then she pulled the foreskin back just a little to reveal the sensitive skin beneath. Her spare hand brushed her hair back out of the way so that I could see her bright red lips only millimetres away from the tip of my erect penis, her breath hot and already quick. Her tongue slowly traced around the edge then across the sensitive skin causing me to gasp with pleasure. She pulled back and giggled again before her hair cascaded over my groin, soft and silky and obscured the view as she slowly went down on me. Both hands now free, one explored the nylon clad legs the other my fully clothed breasts. Her head bobbed slowly up and down performing voluntarily and to my great satisfaction the same sexual act that I been forced to perform in Scotland and had only just escaped from in my very own office. I felt my hole body racked by several convulsions as I came again and again, yet with out pause she continued to slide her glossy lips up and down my small erection until I had to beg her to stop. She climbed up on the bed beside be and we spooned, Kate in front me behind. My penis nestled in the crack of her buttocks down which the thin lace ribbon of her thong nestled. One arm under her head gentle caressed her breast through the silky material of her basque whilst my other hand explored first the edge then inside the black thong. Slowly at first I moved my delicate pink painted finger in and out, then the right spot as I felt her thrust forward I increased the tempo in a circular motion until I felt her gasp as she orgasmed. A post coital weariness overcame the both of us and snuggled up together, nylon clad legs entwined we fell asleep. The distant buzz of an alarm clock across the apartment from my new room awoke me from a deep and peaceful sleep. Through the window, curtains still open the darkness of a late November morning was just starting to grey with the hint of the forthcoming dawn. I slipped from the warmth of the bed, - our bed and gathered up my discarded clothes, hardly remembering undressing so that we could make love again. Dressed only in the long virginal white slip that clung to my body I gathered up my clothes and slipped silently out of the bedroom to begin my typical work day routine. 40 minutes latter I was dressed and ready to go. I had planned to wash my hair last night and after the exertions of the bedroom it lacked its usual sheen and curl. I had tried a pony tail, but it still looked lifeless and unable to plait behind me had to pull my hair into two bunched just behind my ears which I could plait more easily. The usual make up, light and feminine the hint of eyeshadow to match my eyes. My underwear was white, white lace decorated bra over which i wore a simple white ribbed vest top with lace decoration. Plain hipster panties so soft and delicate then black opaque tights over the top. A plain white blouse, with double buttons, and a slightly rounded collar, sleeves slightly puffed at the top and a grey and black pleated skirt that came to mid thigh. The look was almost school girlish especially with my plaited hair, until I pulled on a plum coloured tank top. In the kitchen Kate dressed only in a black silk robe that had parted slightly to show some of her breasts was waiting with a coffee for me, as my boss she had the joy of working flexible hours and would be in the office about an hour behind me. A quick gulp of coffee then into the hallway to put on my black 3 inch heel work shoes, now so comfortable and my coat, scarf, hat and gloves. Kate followed me, the loose knot of her gown had slipped further allowing the gown to part fully as she walked towards me, the small strawberry blonde triangle of her pubic hair clearly visible her nipples firm and erect. A kiss goodbye before I left for the office, but today it was longer more passionate almost as if last night we had turned an invisible corner from being flat mates to once again being true lovers. With almost a skip in my step I made my way down the road to Gloucester Road tube station. Although the sky was still grey predawn, the number of commuters increased as I approached the station. The woman in red coat and wooly hat attracted few glances in the chill morning, and those for only the right reasons. An hour after leaving the apartment I was in my office in the docklands after an uneventful commute. The usual routine, coffee on, computer on then coat off before checking the usual Monday morning e-mails and schedules for Kate. About an hour after my arrival Kate arrived in the outer office and I followed her in to her office with a cup of coffee whilst she placed her case on the desk and removed her coat to reveal her rust red business suit. She took a sip of coffee and then opened her case and took out a brown A4 size envelope and handed it to me "Kerry dear be a darling and run this down to HR would you" I took the envelope and smiled back at Kate willing to do anything no matter how menial for the girl of my dreams. I turned , the pleats of the skirt billowed slightly as I did so and headed out into the outer office then the corridor past the open plan offices towards the lift, and pressed the down button. The doors opened instantly on the empty lift. And I stepped inside and pressed the button for the 4th floor. That horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach as the lift dropped on its descent from the 13th floor. The doors opened up into a foyer area. HR were very secretive and I had to go through a reception area to enter the main open plan office area. In the far corner was Hannah Gordold's office who had been seconded from HR to the merger team. As I approached the office I could see Hannah was in, so I gently tapped on the door then as she was alone went in. She looked up from her desk, fairly plain mid 30's short dark brown bob, and dressed in her usual business trouser suit style. I handed her the envelope and made small talk whilst she opened the envelope, looked inside then thanked me. Despite the click of heels, no one in the open plan office looked up as I made my way back out of reception and into the foyer. What I saw made me want to turn back but he had already seen me, Clifton Spencer the HR Director. I instantly regretted my choice of outfit even my hair style as I walked towards the lift, each step talking me closer to the man who had forced me to my knees in my own office. The doors opened on the lift and to my regret this time was empty. He held his hand out "Miss Eddington" and I stepped into the lift moving as far to one side as I possibly could. He followed me in then pressed the 13 button and the doors closed leaving us alone for the first time since I had rammed my fist into his groin with all my strength. His stare was intense and I wish I had a file or something to hold across my chest and breasts which I could feel rising and falling as my breath quickened. As each floor sped past his eyes seemed to undress me so by the time we reached the 13th floor I felt practically naked. I felt hot and flustered and nearly flew out the doors when they opened and was already half way to my office when I was aware that he was following me, eyes boring into my back. I was behind my desk and could feel myself breathing heavily when he entered the outer office, the bra tight and constricting, the breast enhancers heavy in the cups. "it's ok she's expecting me" was all he said as he crossed the office and went into Kate's and closed the door. I sat nervously behind the desk whilst the meeting went on next door, concerned for Kate's safety and whether he would mention the incident which his note on the bouquet of flowers had said he deeply regretted, but his eyes in the lift had said otherwise. 10 minutes latter he left without a glance or a word and Kate emerged from the office a big smile on her face gave me a wink and returned to her desk. Thankfully the rest of the day past normally, though I did stay late so that Kate could drive us both back home. That evening to my surprise we made love again, it started with a kiss on the sofa and ended with us both exploring and caressing each others bodies in the shower, before we collapsed naked back in bed together. The rest of that week flew by and before I knew it it was Friday Afternoon. I was just pouring myself a coffee as Kate was in a meeting with HR in the next door office. I walked back to the desk, carefully placing the mug down before going around the desk and sitting in the office chair, brushing the red pinafore dress flat against my legs. I was wearing a grey roll neck underneath, and given its mid thigh length grey opaque tights not stockings to match, and black boots. I took a sip of coffee and then adjusted my bra strap slightly as it was digging in. For some reason the bras that had felt so alien and constrictive at first had become second nature to me whist dressing, but now had become uncomfortable and tight again, leaving a red mark on my pale flesh when I took it off in the evening. The door opened on Kate's office and Hannah and her boss Clifton Spencer walked out, the latter with the same chilling stare. Hannah came over and handed me a list of names. "Well here it is Kerry, going to ruin some people's Christmas, but we agreed the redundancy notices should come from the mergers team rather than HR. I'll e mail you the standard company template as soon as I am down stairs." she smiled and followed her boss out the door. I took another sip of coffee, and left a pale pink trace of lipstick on the rim of the mug and began to glance down the list of Managers and above whose positions were considered surplus to requirements post the merger. 30 in all from both companies, some of the names familiar to me now. Then I stopped mug paused half way from desk to delicate pale pink lips, and one dreaded name James - Peter James Director of Caledonian Group Hotels. I did not know whether to cry or cheer. The thought of the cramped hotel bathroom and me dressed in virginal white underwear, the bra smooth cupped pale blue ruffled strapped with a rose bud I between the cups that hid my breast forms. The large'ish matching panties that hid the matching suspender belt attached to natural coloured stockings. Me drying my hair after the drenching out side, then the realisation that he had been watching me, towel snatched away as I tried to cover myself up, then the pressure on my shoulders forcing me onto the toilet seat, his legs forcing mine wide open. Then one hand forcing my jaw open, as his penis brushed against my lips then was thrust inside my mouth again and again until he had left me in floods of tears the taste of his cum in my mouth after he had made me swallow. To think that the kind Donald McInnery had trusted him enough to promote him shortly afterwards from hotel manager to director level. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, well it wasn't pay back and certainly none of that frightful term closure, but at least he wouldn't get away scot free after all. As promised Hannah sent me the template and by 5:30 I had completed 29 of the letters for Kate to sign. She finished the last one and looked up "ready for the weekend" she asked and winked. "no just got one more thing to do - I'll get the tube home" I replied and took the letters back from her. I waited till Kate had left then began the last letter changing the names positions and dates carefully then printed it out. A quick proof read through, Mr James would get the same format as everyone else, well almost, then my signature full and girly above the signature block Miss K Eddington PA Director Mergers and Acquisitions. I just hoped the bastard remembered the name of the trainee he had attacked. Is shut the office down, and locked up. Wrapped in my bright red Military style coat with black collar, I clicked my way across the laminated floor of the deserted open plan office area towards the lifts. A short wait and then I was soon in the cavernous foyer and under the lecherous eye of the security man as the noise of my heels echoed around then out through the revolving door and out into the chill night air, clear skies that showed a full moon meant that the temperature had already dropped below freezing. I positioned my shoulder bag strap across me and turned the collar up slightly, the woollen hat meant that my honey gold curls were pushed forward against my cheeks. I set off for the Docklands Light Railway station each step allowing the chill air to penetrate the opaque nylon clad legs between boot tops, and giving the length of the red pinafore dress almost up to my buttocks. It was the usual journey by tube home in rush our, constantly jostled and shoved, never quiet sure whether an intimate touch was an honest mistake on a packed tube carriage or some perverts pleasure. It was 7pm by the time I made it to the front of the apartment building, as I approached I could hear music and laughter, the windows of Richards ground floor apartment were wide open. The curtains were still open and a party just seemed to be getting started. Chilled by the short walk I was grateful to enter the building and decided to take the stairs up to the apartment. I closed the door behind me and placed my bag on the shelf and began to unfasten my coat. Kate came through into the hallway, dressed in a robe, hair and make up freshly done with a glass of red wine in her hand "I was just going to phone you. Richards having an impromptu party, we're both invited I've put some stuff on the bed for you. Grab a shower and I'll see you down there" she said as she disappeared into the bedroom. I went to the spare room where I kept my clothes. Unzipped the rear zip of the red pinafore dress and slipped it over my head and hung it up in the wardrobe, then removed my boots. Dressed only in my grey roll neck jumper and grey opaque tights I padded silently in my stockinged feet to the bathroom still steamed up from Kate using it. I turned the shower on then quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, placing them in the wash bin before diving into the shower. I emerged from the bathroom 15 minutes latter, shampooed conditioned and smoothly shaven except for a small triangle of pubic hair. Wrapped in a white fluffy cotton dressing gown I headed back to my room, to find to my surprise the dress Kate had selected for me was one of hers that was too big, not only that she had selected the underwear as well. At the dressing table I dried and curled my hair so that it fell loosely over my shoulders to the bottom of my shoulder blades, then began work on my make up, taking a little more time than usual, but still natural looking so that Richard wouldn't pay me to much unwanted attention - the dress Kate had selected would see to that ! Make up done I clipped on the pearl ear rings and then the matching choker necklace and bracelet before going over to the bed to get dressed. I slipped off the robe and stood naked before the mirror, only 2 inches gave away I was a man, god in the low light of the bedroom the shading on my chest even looked like small boobs. I picked up the fuchsia pink panties, delicately trimmed and with a dark bow at the waist band, then the matching bra, strapless and therefore slightly tighter, which squeezed my chest further together so that when the breast enhancers we're slipped in gave two very convincing orbs. Kate had laid out a new pair of natural hold up stockings, I carefully opened the pack so as not to damage my pale pink finger nails or the delicate stockings within. The thrill of rolling them up newly shaved legs was exquisite as the first time I had done it all those years ago, and I took time to ensure the deep lace tops lay flat and were not bent under. The shoes, so feminine the pale pink strapped heels that I had worn on Sunday when Lucy had accompanied me on the dress fitting, slipped smoothly onto the thinly nylon clad feet, hiding the matching pink toe nails. Then the dress - pale pink silk strapless cocktail dress that flared out at the waist and came to about an inch and a half above the knee. Then a matching pink cashmere cardigan with 3/4 length sleeves, bolero cut so that it just covered my exposed pale shoulders. The look I thought was stunning, as I had thought Kate had been on the times when she had worn this outfit but I thought it a little OTT for a party downstairs, but it was what Kate wanted, and hell it felt lovely to wear. There was a gentle rustle as the silk brushed against the lace stocking tops as I made my way across the foyer to Richards door and pressed the door bell with a painted pale pink finger nail. Richard opened the door still dressed in his business suit but with tie removed. He bent forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "What's the occasion ?" I asked as I passed over a bottle of wine, not sure if Kate had brought anything down with her,and kissed him politely back on the cheek. "oh nothing - well just a good day with stocks and bonds" there was another roar of laughter that came from the living room, as we made our way down the hall into the Kitchen where without asking Richard handed me a glass of champagne. Richard pointed through into the living room and named his work colleagues, similarly dressed to himself, they surrounded Kate who dressed in a tight cream sweater and brown leather trousers seamed to be holding court as the only woman present. Just then a woman slightly taller than me came into the Kitchen and wrapped her arm through Richards and gave him a kiss. Her hair was short and dark, almost boyish and her features where pointed, her eyes a dark green. She was dressed in a flared pair of blue trousers and a cream blouse. Before even Richard could introduce us she looked at me then Richard and noticing my pale pink lipstick on his cheek enquired " Whose this" almost threateningly. Politely Richard introduced us "Ah Veronica this is Kerry from upstairs, Kerry Veronica is..." before he could finished Veronica had thrust her hand forward and finished his sentence "Richards fianc?e" her voice cold and hard. I took her hand and shook it gently and her voice softened "Ah you live with Kate" she said as she looked over her shoulder at Kate as another burst of laughter came from the group then looked at Richard and said "there both so pretty not what I was expecting when you said you'd invited the dykes from up stairs" With that she turned away and went back into the living room. My mouth must have been wide open and Richard took my arm and guided me to the living room saying "Sorry about that she can be a bit blunt - I just said you and Kate were girlfriends" I took a sip at champagne and sighed then entered the party. I stood to one side feeling a bit of a wall flower as Kate held court, and Veronica wrapped herself defensively around Richard. At 10 o'clock the champagne ran out and some one cried out "Latimers !" referring to the trendy bar just around the corner. A roar of approval went up from the party goers and we spilled out of Richards flat out into the cold London evening. I struggled to keep up in my heels and the only one in a dress, and was at the back of the group when we arrived, my thinly clad legs, chilled from the cold yet with a hot aching in the muscles from the brisk walk in high heels. The bar was packed and noisy, and we tried to make our way through the crowd towards a small vacant snug in the corner. What appeared to be a rugby team in full night out flow blocked the way and Richard and his friends skirted the edge whilst one went to the bar to procure more champagne. One of the players glanced around and saw Kate trying to squeeze through the small gap and let out a cry of "Ladies coming through" yet the bar was that full that they were unable to move to let us past. The nearest one grabbed Kate around the waist and and passed her from team member to team member towards the snug, Veronica followed suit and before I could even protest a firm pair of hands grasped me around the waist and lifted me up to shoulder height, the smooth silk slipped easily and as I was passed player to player the skirt of the dress rose higher and higher until a huge cheer went up as my lace stocking tops came into full view. I arrived in the snug bright red to a chorus a wolf whistles and quickly smoothed the pale pink silk down, and quickly took a seat. The champagne flowed until it was time to leave, although I had only sipped at the champagne I felt unsteady on my heels as we spilled outside the cold air literally took my breath away. We split into to groups Richard me and the girls whilst the rest headed towards the tube station. Veronica had grabbed her coat on leaving the apartment and Kate was fine in her leather trousers and sweater, yet in thin nylons and dress my teeth began to chatter and Richard ever the gentleman slipped off his suit jacket and put it over my shoulders, receiving a glare from Veronica for his courtesy. Another glare followed in the foyer as I returned the jacket and he kissed both Kate and I goodnight. It may have been my drunken imagination but I am sure his hand was lower around the waist his grip firmer and kiss longer than he had given Kate. A few minutes latter we staggered into the apartment, Kate held my hand tightly and led me down the hallway towards the bedroom, where she gave me a long passionate kiss, her hands slipping the small pink cardigan off my bare shoulders she pulled her head back and softly whispered "god you looked stunning tonight, I so wanted to do this all night" then another long kiss her hand on the zipper of the dress, then just a simple "Kerry, take me" followed by a gentle rustle as the pink silk cocktail dress fell to the floor. We tumbled onto the bed and once again made love with a renewed passion that we didn't even have when we're engaged before falling into a deep sleep in each others arms. It was only just Saturday morning when I woke naked in bed, and felt the warmth of Kate's body beside me, I rolled over but her face was hidden beneath a mass of tousled red hair, only a pale shoulder visible above the duvet still sound asleep. Quietly I slipped from the bed and grabbed a black silk robe from the back of the bedroom door and went through to the Kitchen to make some coffee. My head throbbed from a champagne hang over, and slowly the memories of the night came back. My surprise at Richard being engaged yet confused as how he felt towards me, the compliments, walks and that kiss. My happiness at how my relationship with Kate had changed for the better, yet doubt on how she would react in the new year when I went back to the old me, but in a new home with a new job. I sipped at the coffee and winced as it burnt the top of my mouth slightly. Kate padded through bleary eyed and as naked as the day she was born and poured herself a coffee. "any plans for today Kerry" she asked, I shook my head and instantly regretted it as the hangover kicked in again. She took a sip of coffee "fancy picking a dress out for me for Wednesday ?" this time not risking a head movement I said a simple yes. That afternoon once I had dressed in a simple white stuff grey and floral patten skirt, thick opaque tights and a skinny black roll neck sweater we began the task of selecting Kate's dress. She had several evening dresses and ball gowns in her wardrobe, and she tried each on in turn with the appropriate shoes underwear and accessories. Soon the bedroom resembled a Next shop in the January sales, clothes littered around the bedroom, dresses hung from every conceivable place. Some dresses were dismissed out of hand, to big and one unbelievable too small, others not fashionable enough. Others she tried on twice some even three times varying the shoes even the underwear she wore beneath. It was dark and early evening by the time she had made her choice and whilst she tided everything back up I slipped out and grabbed a Chinese take away that we ate before snuggling up on the sofa together for the evening. Sunday was a little more productive, and we were both in the city centre for 10am when the shops opened to begin our Christmas shopping, a relatively simple task for me only Kate and my sister Lucy to buy for. We were both back home by 4pm and as we had always done since we had first started to live together we put up the Christmas decorations on this the 1st of December. Monday was much busier than usual, the PAs of the various directors keen to get things done before there bosses headed north of the border for the Winter ball. Only me because of my position in the mergers team would be accompanying my boss. As point of contact between me and Donald's PA I had emailed off the guest list of those directors and managers attending and their spouses. A few were single, others like Clifton Spencer simply not taking their partners, and all would travel upon two executive coaches on the Wednesday returning on the Thursday. Kate had other ideas and had promised the girls of the merger team a little treat. So Hannah, Caroline Kate and myself were leaving early tomorrow so that we could enjoy the hotel facilities before the ball, and the day after in effect taking the rest of the week off under the guise of merger personnel research, as approved by HR, which explained Kate's smile after her meeting with Clifton Spencer. Tuesday morning came round very quickly, the alarm going off at 4am. The now automatic routine of the morning so that by 5am I was showered hair and make up done and dressed. It was to be a long day in the car and so I found a loose floaty black and white dress to wear. Thick black opaque hold ups and a Black satin body underneath. A red cardigan with 3/4 length sleeves finished the outfit off along with my really comfy black work heels. I closed the case and carried it through to the hallway then carefully hung the dress carrier up. We were picking up Hannah on the way, but Caroline was coming to the flat for 5:30am. No one in the office knew that Kate and I lived together, let alone were now lovers so to make it look like I had just arrived I slipped on my red military coat as I sipped coffee and waited for Kate to finish packing. Just before 5:30 the intercom buzzed. Kate answered it and let Caroline into the foyer. A few minutes latter we joined her down there then made our way via the lift to the basement garage. Although only the three of us at the moment Caroline and myself as the youngest and junior members of the team got into the back of Kate's company Audi RS 6 avant. Having left Kensington on the A40 we were soon turning off into Northolt to pick up Hannah. She kissed her husband goodbye on the doorstep and put her case in the boot then slipped into the front passenger seat. The M25 was a struggle even at 6am as commuter traffic built up but soon we were on the M1 and at last heading Northwards. The journey was surprisingly quiet. At Hannah's suggestion we pulled off the A1 and headed into York for lunch at the famous Betty's Tea rooms with its long glass mirrors with the names of World War 2 bomber crew scratched into the glass. Then northwards again up the A19 along the edge of the North Yorkshire moors then the industrial north before the Tyne Tunnel and then the A1 through beautifully Northumbria and across the border into Scotland. A wrong turn meant we missed the Edinburgh bypass an instead went through the City down Princess Street under the shadow of the castle then across the iconic Forth bridges and into Fife. The sun had just dipped below the horizon when we arrived at the Caledonian Golf Hotel in Fife. It was a huge Victorian building 3 stories high standing alone on the coastline just a thin wooded area acting as a wind break between the sand dunned North sea coastline and Links golf course and the stunning grounds of the hotel. We parked the car and headed into the reception area that was dominated by a huge staircase that flanked each curved wall and met at the top landing. In between the staff were putting the finishing touches to a huge Christmas tree that dominated the area. A pleasant girl dressed in the familiar tartan kilt, blouse and waistcoat checked us all in. Hannah and Caroline as line managers had been allocated suits on the third floor, myself as just a PA one of the executive rooms, but that did not bother me for it was merely a charade as I would be secretly joining Kate in her VIP lodge in the grounds. The lodge was indeed VIP. A raging log fire greeted us in the well appointed living room, off which there was a dinning area, kitchen and games room. Upstairs there where two bedrooms with Caesar size beds, off each bedroom a luxuriously appointed bathroom. There was also a steam room, and jacuzzi. All in all about twice the size of our Kensington apartment. Kate and I quickly unpacked our things then with Kate laid face down on the bed I began to massage her back, tense from the long drive. My hands rubbed her bare skin under the material of her blouse, yet it meant I couldn't reach her shoulders. Obligingly she slipped the blouse over her head and let it drop to the floor and eased her bra straps from each shoulder. Lovingly I rubbed her back fingers tracing the edge of then under her bra. Still laid face down, she reached behind herself and unfastened the two clasps and let the bra fall open. As I caressed her back I could feel myself straining against the thin silky satin material of my body. Kate felt it to and rolled over, now naked from the waste up her nipples proud and aroused, her hands went under the black and white skirt of the dress and brushed up my smooth black opaque stockings, then the small lace tops and smooth skin before touching the straining soft satin. A finger traced the mound of my tucked penis another slipped though the leg hole. A gentle tug and the poppers of the gusset opened allowing my erect penis to break free from its satin bonds. Kate wriggled her slacks over her hips then kicked them off, her panties still inside. Slowly she guided my penis into her and gave a little gasp as its un impressive length slid fully home. Then with Kate naked and me still fully dressed as a girl she rocked her hips back and forth. I joined in and increased the tempo slowly, my hands exploring her beautiful breast then I orgasmed, exhausted I collapsed on the bed beside her. At 7pm that evening we all met together in the bar of the main hotel then went through for dinner. I had showered and changed after our late afternoon bedroom romp and was now wearing a mid thigh length black velvet dress, that just covered the tops of my sheer black stockings. Beneath it just simple smooth black satin bra and panties edged with just a thin red strip of material around the top of the cups and waist band. The other girls were similarly dressed, Caroline in a blue cocktail dress, Hannah also in a little Black dress ( but a bit longer than mine) then there was Kate dressed in a stunning red strapless dress with wide gold sash that tied in a bow at her side. Over the evening meal we discussed the hotel, and our plans for tomorrow. The girls said they wanted to visit the small spa for a massage in the morning then maybe the indoor heated pool before their hair was styled ready for the ball that evening. The thought of laying on a slab in just my panties being massaged by a stranger filled me with dread, as did going into the pool with my work colleagues. I tried to wriggle out of it, but Kate with a mischievous twinkle in her eye whispered that she had packed my swimming costume for me. In the end we came to a compromise that I would go for a nice long walk in the morning then join the girls in the afternoon. It was about 11:30pm when we finished in the dinning room and went through to the lounge and chatted over an after dinner drink until gone midnight. In the reception area we said our goodbyes and I took my turn in lightly kissing Kate on the cheeks before following the others upstairs to our rooms. I said goodby to Hannah and Caroline on the second floor and they made their way up to the third floor. I paused slightly pretending to look for the door key card in my small black clutch bag. Their voices gradual faded then I made my way back down to reception and out into the night. The path to the lodges was edged with small lanterns that lit the path well as it wound down a gentle slope passing the lodges, most of which were in darkness. The chill evening air cold on my thinly covered sheer stockinged legs and exposed neckline, as I stepped out as fast as I could back to Kate's lodge. The door was unlocked and the lodge had been serviced so that the log fire burnt bright in the lounge, the only light causing flickering shadows on the walls, it's warmth most welcome after the cold walk from the main hotel. I locked the door and turned around as I heard a movement upstairs. Kate stood at the top of the stairs in partial shadow, the red glow from the fire highlighting her features and leaving others in shadow. Her hair was still piled high from the evening, and she still wore the necklace I had bought her two birthdays ago otherwise she was totally naked. Slowly she walked down the stairs her gaze fixed on me, her breasts firm and erect. I met her at the bottom of the stairs and we kissed her hands exploring my body. She helped pull the dress over my head and dropped it on the floor as we headed to the large rug in front of the fire. Two flutes of champagne sparkled on a nearby table, she took a sip, leaving a ruby red smear of lipstick on the glass and then laid provocatively down on the large white rug. Still wearing my heels stockings and black underwear I knelt down on the rug beside the naked Kate and kissed her again, first on the lips neck then explored lower down to her erect nipples then lower still to the small strawberry blonde patch of hair that nestled between her legs. She opened them slightly and arched her back as my warm breath touched her forcing her body closer to my lips and tongue. Her legs wrapped around me forcing me down on her and holding me in place so that all I could do was pleasure her, and that's all I wanted to do for this flame haired goddess. Latter we sipped the champagne as we laid on the rug both exhausted from our love making before retiring to the huge bed to snuggle up in each others arms. I awoke after only a few hours sleep, still buzzing from the sex of the early morning. As not to disturb Kate I slipped quietly into the other bedroom and used its en-suite to show before getting dressed. First a pair of smooth black hipster panties and a black t shirt bra that was slightly padded. Then readying myself for my walk a thin red vest top that was edged in matching lace, then a chocolate brown skinny ribbed roll neck jumper. I finished my hair and make up then opened the packet of a pair of brown opaque tights which I struggled into, before slipping on a brown check miniskirt and my tan boots. Quietly I slipped out of the lodge door carrying my coat hat scarf and gloves and headed back towards the main hotel to deposit them in my room before heading off into the breakfast room. I was latter joined by Hannah and Caroline, neither the wiser about my relationship with Kate. Both tried to persuade me to join them in the spa but again I declined, and just as Kate arrived I made my apologise and went up to the room in the hotel and got dressed in the red military style coat with black collar. The woollen hat, and scarf were both red the same shade as the coat, the gloves black leather. Suitably attired for a Scottish December morning I headed out of the hotel and along the path through the woods to the dunes and the coastline. The wind hit me as I crested the last dune, raw and cold blowing in from Russia, the North Sea a slate grey colour speckled with numerous white horses. The waves crashed onto the beech and ran up the smooth sand. I pulled my collar up, my long Honey golden curls whipped across my face as I headed northward up the beach, the snow capped Cairngorm mountains in the distance. Soon my cheeks were red from the cold and I could feel it on the small exposed area between boot top and hem of my coat, which occasionally flapped open to leave an icy chill on my nylon clad legs. After about 4 miles I turned back and retraced my steps back to the welcoming warmth of the hotel. After a light lunch I join