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The Princess Diaries - Part 1 Foreword: The following story is partly autobiographical and part fantasy.. Having been a fan of Fictionmania for a while, I thought I would try my hand at writing my own story. This is the first time I've attempted any form of writing since I was at school, well over 25 years ago. I already have the basic outline in mind for part 2, should anyone be interested in a further installment, but I also welcome your reviews and suggestions. ----------------------------------------------------------- Kevin sat at his desk and looked at his watch. It was 3pm on a Friday afternoon. Only 2 hours to go before he could leave work, he wasn't focussing on the tasks in front of him with his mind already drifting towards the activities of the forthcoming evening. I am Kevin, a gay man who is 'out' to my family, friends and work colleagues but I'm the type of guy who doesn't feel the need to 'flaunt' this side of myself. I don't consider myself 'camp' in any way and to any casual observer, I'm just an ordinary, average guy that most people wouldn't give a 2nd look as they pass me in the street. I do hide one very big secret from all I am close to though. This is my own secret little 'hobby' that would no doubt alienate most of the people I loved the most. I am a secret cross dresser. My alter-ego is 'Becky', and although I am now in my early forties, when dressed as 'Becky' I looked and felt at least 10 yrs younger. Becky was a good looking 'girl' blessed with good skin and a slim, naturally smooth body. When dressed as Becky I always made the effort to be fully made up, nails painted, wig, jewellery, stockings and heels etc. The downside to my body was my height, I stand at just over 6ft tall in stockinged feet which would obviously attract far too much unwanted attention in public, especially whilst wearing 4" heels. As much as I enjoy my time as Becky, I rarely dress for my own pleasure, preferring instead to make the effort to look my best for the occasional meets I manage to arrange online. I keep this side of my personality a closely guarded secret from my family, friends and neighbours and made the decision very early on to never leave home dressed. Discretion was paramount in my mind for the continued 'survival' of Becky. Living in a mining village in the suburbs of Sheffield, I was convinced that word would spread like wildfire should I venture outside and be spotted and 'outed' as a tranny freak! Once that 'Genie' was out of the bottle, it would be nigh on impossible to get it back in. For the past few weeks I had been in almost daily contact with James, a guy I had got friendly with on my preferred online dating site. After several 'on site' emails were exchanged, I had felt comfortable enough to offer my alter-egos instant messenger details which had made online chatting much easier. James had made contact with 'Becky' several weeks earlier to compliment 'her' on her profile photos and I had replied to thank him for his kind words. It always gave me an inner glow that men found Becky desirable. I was always courteous enough to thank them, even if they weren't my 'type'. Quite often, that would be the last I would hear from them, but James was different. He had replied within a couple of minutes to say that he thought Becky looked absolutely stunning. Also offering some details about himself and asked if I would like to continue with the correspondence. I was impressed. Most men would just say how good I looked and then ask for photo after photo (presumably to add to their stash to wank over when the wife wasn't around). James told me that he was a 56 years old, single professional gent looking for something more than just a one off meeting. He lived in a fairly remote location close to Birmingham. He also told me that he had over 30 yrs experience meeting and dating T Girls and that he particularly liked the taller 'girl', despite him being only 5'9". Intrigued by his reply, I continued to correspond with James, without giving 'too' much personal information that could be used to identify my other life as Kevin. James, on the other hand, was happy to chat about himself, his experiences and goals. Initially, this seemed too good to be true. I'd had more than enough timewasters in the past telling me things that they thought I wanted to hear which had resulted in my 'bullshit detector' becoming finely attuned to weeding out inaccuracies in their stories. It was surprising just how many guys would trip themselves up on the most basic of details. James went on to tell me that he was now retired after selling his medical recruitment company for an amount that would ensure he lived his life in comfort. Living in a converted farmhouse with large, well maintained and secluded gardens. The property also boasted several outbuildings which had been converted with 'pleasure' in mind. When it came to 'pleasure', he described himself as a Dom top Master, who had experience in 'most' sexual activities and would freely discuss any sexual activity. Explaining that he now had the financial means and time available to fulfil the deepest desires of his next partner. I was excited at the prospect of meeting with James, but wouldn't let myself get carried away as there was still the possibility of everything he said being utter bullshit, and I didn't want to come across as a gold digger. Over the next few weeks, 'Becky' and James chatted online for several hours most nights. On several occasions I would dress fully and go on the webcam for James. Initially to prove to James that I was indeed the same 'girl' as in the photos on my profile, and then because I enjoyed being dressed for him whilst we chatted, which is something that James voiced much appreciation of. James was very patient during these weeks, mentioning that he couldn't wait to meet up in person, but never pushing the point, understanding the need for me to feel sure he wasn't some kind of axe wielding nutter. The day of the meet had arrived. I had spent the previous evening making sure my home was clean and presentable and had already laid out the outfit I had planned on wearing. It was a simple knee length black bodycon dress that fitted me well, despite not having the curves that I would love to be able to have as a woman. There was a new unopened pack of black seamed stockings to go with the black lacy garter belt and matching bra & panties. The outfit would be finished off with my favourite patent black 4" heels and accessorized with a diamant? necklace and earring set. It was 5.30pm when I eventually arrived home from work. I'd had butterflies in my stomach all day and had really struggled to concentrate on my work. My mind constantly drifting to what might become of the evening. I had consciously decided not to shave my legs for the last couple of weeks with the intention of using a depilatory cream to ensure my legs were as smooth as possible. I was soon stripped naked, and opened the fresh tube of hair removal cream, spreading it thickly along the length of both legs, around my genitalia, arse crack, armpits and forearms with a small amount across my chest for the few stray hairs there. After wiping my hands of the excess cream, I wandered to the kitchen to fix myself a drink to try and settle the nerves. It was a bit early for vodka, but what the hell. The cool breeze as I moved made my naked body tingle but the vodka helped give me a sense of warmth and succeeded in calming my nerves, however slightly. After the required 10 minutes for the cream to do it's work had elapsed, I stepped into a hot shower and proceeded to wash away the cream and the unwanted hairs. Using a razor to get the remaining stubborn hairs, I then proceeded to closely shave my face and after a few minutes was happy with the result. The next step was to douche out my arse. Although a few stray spots of shit wouldn't be anything to cry about, I would be horrified if there was anything more than that. Once I was satisfied the area was clean, I stepped out of the shower and placed a tampon in my arse to catch any excess water trying to escape. I then gave myself a quick dry and moisturised my lovely smooth arms and legs with a small amount of baby oil. The next step in the emergence of Becky was make up. I chose my favourite shade of foundation and applied it quickly and smoothly with my make up sponge, laying it on relatively thickly before allowing it to 'bake' for 10 minutes to ensure every pore was evenly covered. I then applied the powder to set the foundation, before setting to work on my eyes. I covered the upper eye area with white eyeshadow, then gave a sweep of deep pink shadow in the crease of each eye before filling the remaining area of each eye in a shimmering gold. I then added a dark accent to the outside half of each eye and continued under the lower lashes to give my eyes the smoky, sultry look. Eyeliner was applied along the lower and upper lash lines before applying mascara to the tips of the lashes. Blusher was then applied in a sweeping movement to highlight the cheekbones. Once I was happy with my progress I then applied a full coat of mascara to fully volumize the lashes. The look was completed with a lovely glossy deep pink lipstick. Lipstick is the one thing that I enjoy more than anything. The taste, the feel, and the utterly feminine look of it. Very happy with the result, I almost giddily skipped to my bedroom, the towel wrapped around my naked body just like any real woman would. I sat at my dressing table and chose a deep pink shade of nail varnish to match my lipstick. After doing this for years, I had no trouble quickly and expertly painting my nails, ensuring the colour was solid and smooth. Once my nails were dried, the black lace garter was fastened around my waist and the black seamed stockings were removed from their packaging. Rolling them into a 'doughnut', I then unrolled the soft silky material back up along my long impeccably smooth legs and clipped the tops into the straps of the garter belt. Turning away from the full length bedroom mirror, I ensured the seams were nice and straight. Not wanting anything out of place for the long anticipated meeting with James. I then slipped on the black lacy bra and placed my trusted silicone breast forms into the lacy cups. Finally, the panties were pulled up my nylon encased legs. This always felt good, but I found this occasion felt better than ever. I spent a moment admiring myself in the mirror, marvelling at the transformation in progress before my eyes. Becky was almost here. The black bodycon dress was carefully pulled on, ensuring it didn't smudge against any of my make up and then smoothed it out to ensure it looked as good as possible. I then put on the diamant? necklace. It was sexy, without being too trashy and sat nicely above my cleavage line. I walked to my wardrobe and withdrew a shoulder length ash blonde wig, gave it a quick brush out and placed it on my head, making sure it was sited perfectly. I then added the rest of my jewellery. 2" drop diamant? earrings to match the necklace, rings and bracelet. A quick spritz of my favourite perfume across my neck and wrists, made me feel feminine and sexy and now the very final touch... I slipped my nylon covered feet into the heels. That's it. Becky had now arrived! I had 20 minutes to kill before James' arrival. I visited the bathroom to remove the tampon I had inserted earlier and inserted some lube into the void left behind. I then logged onto my computer to look at the photos James had previously sent. My lace pantie covered clit stirring at the images in front of me, even though I had looked at the photos dozens of times in the preceding weeks. James was a handsome man. Strong, well built, perhaps bordering on 'stocky'. He possessed a natural smile and a glint in his eye. Almost caught in a daydream, I heard a car pull up outside and the unmistakeable sound of a car door shutting. I got up and went to the front door, giving my make up a final once over in the hallway mirror. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the inevitable knock on the door. Even though I was expecting it, the knock made me jump slightly. I wasn't usually this jittery when meeting 'dates', but this guy could be really special and I really wanted to make a fantastic first impression. I answered the door, being careful to stand back slightly to avoid being seen by any passers by. James stood on the doorstep looking every inch the dashing man his photos had portrayed. Dressed smartly in dark blue jeans, a crisp white shirt, a black suit jacket and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. In one hand he carried a small holdall and in the other, an exquisite bunch of red, white and pink roses. Once he was inside, I closed and locked the front door then turned to face my date. "Oh my god!" gasped James. "You really are stunning Becky. Your photos and webcam really don't do you justice at all." "Hi James, thank you very much sweetheart. I'm glad you're not disappointed," I replied with a big smile plastered across my face. "Mmmm... my Amazonian princess! Oh, these are for you," said James as he handed me the bouquet. I blushed slightly, no one had ever brought me flowers before. I thanked James by leaning forward and kissing him tenderly, noting how nice he smelled and that he had taken the effort to have a nice close shave. James responded by putting his arm around my waist and returning the kiss, savouring the taste of my lipstick but being careful not to smudge it too much. He wanted to admire 'Becky' for a while and he knew he had the entire evening to wreck my make up. I guided James to the living room and invited him to make himself at home. "Would you like a drink, whilst I put these beautiful flowers in water?" "I've actually taken the liberty of bringing us a bottle of wine." Replied James. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, assuming that I'd be staying the night? If that is the case, I'll be happy with a glass of water whilst you drink the wine. I'm a bit of a stickler about drink driving." I smiled broadly "Two glasses of wine it is! I wouldn't dream of having you drive all the way back home tonight. Please, take a seat whilst I sort the drinks." James set down the holdall and took off his jacket before settling back into the small but comfortable sofa. Watching Beckys long shapely nylon clad legs as she left the room holding the flowers. I wasted no time in returning to the living room with a pair of wine glasses and a corkscrew. Placing them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, remembering to keep my knees together and stick my ass out ever so slightly. James wasted no time, and ran his hand over my material clad backside, giving it a little squeeze of approval. This sent a jolt of pleasure through me as I realized that I had better sit down before falling down. As I sat next to James, I again smoothed out any creases in my dress and sat angled towards James. my right arm stretched along the back of the sofa, and my left hand resting lightly on his knee. "Now, where were we?" I whispered with a wink. "Round about here," came the reply as James leaned in for his second taste of the night. My 'clit' was straining against the lace of my panties and by moving my left hand down to James' crotch, it was obvious he was in the same state of arousal. We kissed passionately for between 5 to 10 minutes. Tongues darting between lips, our hands running over each others bodies. "I think I'm going to need a drink," said James as he broke off the kiss. "Why don't you go and freshen up your lipstick whilst I sort the drinks." As Becky left the room to freshen up, James leered at her and mumbled to himself "Oh yes, you'll do nicely." Upon my return, two glasses of wine were sat waiting on the coffee table. James stood to greet me, as a gentleman would, and held his hand out to guide me back to where he wanted me. James passed me one of the glasses of wine and raised the other to my glass. "Cheers." The clinking sound of the glasses sent a jolt through me. I took a sip of the wine and pretended to enjoy it. I've never been a lover of wine but it would have been rude to refuse it. I kept constant eye contact with James. With all the smiling I was doing it felt like my jaw bone was on fire, but there was little I could do to stop smiling at the handsome man opposite staring almost quizzically at me. "Is something wrong?" I asked, praying that I hadn't got lipstick all over my teeth. (That was never a good look!). "No, not at all." Replied James with a warm smile. "It's just that over the last few weeks we've done a LOT of chatting, and you've told me lots about 'Becky', but you've been reluctant to talk about your male self. And if I am to get to know Becky as much as I sincerely want to, then I will also need to know about every aspect of both personalities. I obviously know that you're a man who likes dressing as a woman, and very well might I add, but I will need to know the full you. Do you trust me enough with this information? I'm sure you'll agree that I have been forthcoming with my personal information and intentions towards you." James gave my hand a light squeeze and flashed a warm welcoming smile towards me. "I assure you that discretion is my middle name." I pondered his request for a moment and replied, "It's not that I don't trust you, and I know that we have chatted on an almost daily basis for hours on end for several weeks, it's just that we've only 'physically' known each other for about 20 minutes." "That's fair enough," said James. "How about we increase the 'physical' side of things? And then if you still like me enough, we can talk afterwards when you feel more comfortable?" I smiled and said, "Sounds like a plan!" James returned the smile and thought to himself, "It's definitely a plan, just not quite what you have in mind!" "Drink up Princess, it's time for me to take you to heaven!" We both wasted no time in departing to the bedroom. James bringing his holdall with him. I started kissing James again, whilst running my painted nails along his chest, ribs and back. After a short while, I began to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. James stood and let me do the running. From their online conversations, he was aware that I enjoyed the submissive role and had claimed to want to do anything possible to please her man. He was more than happy to let this play out and see if I was being truthful. I went to remove my heels to be at a better height for kissing James, but he insisted I kept them on. Which I did without hesitation. "So far, so good," thought James. I knelt down, placing delicate kisses along his torso as I moved lower and lower and began undoing James' belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. As the jeans fell around his ankles, 'Beckys' prize was almost in sight. The outline of James' manhood stood proudly behind a pair of pristine white Calvin Klein boxer shorts. I was experienced enough to know not to 'go in for the kill' straight away, but to tease and caress the bare areas of flesh across James' belly and thighs with my lips and tongue. Occasionally running a painted nail along the cotton encased shaft, make James shudder in anticipation. Slowly and deliberately, I gently worked my fingers into the waistband of the boxer shorts, pulling them down, centimetre by centimetre. Still using my lips and tongue to expertly build up James' frenzy. When James' cock finally sprang from it's cotton trap, it truly was a sight to behold. It stood fully erect at what I guessed was 8" with a slight upward curve and an impressive girth, although not enough to stop me from deepthroating it. "Mmmm... perfect!" I whispered, as I licked the bead of pre cum from the end of his cock. I went to work on James' cock, wrapping my finger and thumb around the base, gently tickling his balls with my other hand and working the swollen head with my tongue and lips. I made sure to suck the full length (as much as I could manage) every now and again, just to mix things up. I also ensured that I looked up at James at every opportunity to show how much I was enjoying this. I didn't need to look at James to know that he was enjoying this as the guttural moans emanating from him were indication enough, but it was pleasing to see him stood with his eyes closed obviously enjoying every lick and suck. After approx 5 minutes oral work, I rose from my knees and whispered to James, "Is that OK so far?" "Oh, fucking hell, YES!" moaned James in reply. James was still stood with his jeans around his ankles, so I gently guided him to a seated position on the edge of the bed and proceeded to unlace and remove his shoes and socks. Setting them to one side before removing the jeans and boxer shorts. James lay back on the bed, his feet still on the bedroom floor. I slowly worked up his legs and torso, again planting delicate kisses and licking his most sensitive parts, working up to his neck which I nuzzled and licked before planting a long lingering kiss on his eager mouth. At this point, I found myself straddling James' firm, naked, hairy body. He knew that he wouldn't be able to wait much longer before fucking my tight boy cunt. His cock started probing instinctively for my fuck hole. He was like a dog in heat. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching his goal. This bitch had worked him up into such a frenzy that she was going to get the fuck of her life. As James' thick swollen cock probed further, he came up against the lace barrier of my panties. Undeterred, he reached down with his right hand to pull them to one side. As he yanked the panties, there was a ripping sound and I protested that he was ruining my panties. "Don't worry Princess, I'll buy you more panties than you'll know what to do with!" was his breathless reply. With a final tug, the material gave way, offering up an unrestricted route to my fuck tunnel. James was both surprised and pleased that Becky had pre lubricated her ass. He hadn't planned on dry fucking her this early, but the bitch had got him so worked up he was barely able to think straight. I was getting carried away on an emotional high. For so long I had been on the lookout for a single, mature dom guy who knew what he wanted and it was obvious that he wanted me. I resisted the urge to impale my arse cunt on his meaty thick cock and squealed as it prodded and probed it's way into my horny, wanton cock hole. "You need to put a condom on," I pleaded, between kisses, desperately trying to resist the urge to relax my sphincter and be filled with his fully engorged cock. Growing frustrated at my remonstrations, James reached down with his left arm into the open holdall at the foot of the bed and fished out a small brown bottle. He swiftly brought his right hand down from the back of my neck and unscrewed the white cap of the bottle. Raising the small bottle in his left hand to my nostril and returning his right hand to the back of my head, James said, "Trust me, and sniff this!" James knew from their online chats that Becky was familiar with poppers and a small selection of recreational sex enhancing drugs, but knew she wasn't familiar with this particular substance. James' grip on the back of my head was strong, which I enjoyed. I really wanted to be 'one' with this man lying beneath me, and thought, "What the hell!" inhaling deeply. The initial hit was just as I expected from a bottle of poppers, but within moments a 2nd wave of euphoria hit me and completely threw me for six. I felt so good, safe, secure, relaxed and horny at the same time. Like a bitch in heat, I just had to have that cock pound my ass any which way possible. James was grinning to himself. This was going to be easier than originally planned. He thrust his cock upwards and met no resistance from Becky, she was too busy enjoying herself to care what was being done to her. And James was more than willing to take this opportunity and run with it. James spent the next few hours fucking Becky in each and every way he saw fit. Constantly, and repeatedly whispering things into her ear. The following morning, I awoke at approximately 9am. Lying next to me was James looking lovingly into my eyes. "Good Morning Princess. You were amazing last night," he whispered as he brushed the stray strands of hair from the blonde wig away from my face. I felt a strange tingle run through the entirety of my body as James called me Princess. "Really? I don't remember too much about last night," I replied almost shamefully. "Trust me, you were awesome," said James as he planted a tender kiss on the end of my nose and then stated, "I think I'm in love, and I know you said that to me lots of times last night." "Well... I know I really, really like you a lot." I blushed. "And I could see myself falling for you rather quickly, but it still seems rather quick for me to say that I love you." "We made gentle sweet love for a couple of hours, with you telling me that you loved me, and then you told me all about your 'other' life." "I did what?!?" A look of genuine shock flashing across my face. "I'm sorry, but I really don't remember doing that." "You did, my sweet Princess. You told me that your 'Boy' name is Kevin Jackson, that you're really 43 yrs old, you have a son and a daughter from a previous marriage and that you work on the sales desk of a local Plumbers merchants. All of which I have no problem with. You also told me that your greatest desire is to love and serve a man who is capable of feminizing you to such an extent that none of your family would recognize you if they walked past you in the street. Believe me, my sweet Becky, I have the means and the motivation to make that a reality for you." This 'revelation' began to freak me out. Try as I might, I couldn't remember anything past asking James to wear a condom. But how else could James possibly know all of this information unless I had offered it up freely. "You must have had too much to drink last night my Princess," offered James with a wicked glint in his eye. "It's obviously clouding your memory." "No," I replied, still frantically trying to filter my scrambled mind for any scraps of memories of the previous evening. "I only had the one glass of wine." "On the contrary, my darling. You finished the whole bottle, and couldn't wait to tell me your entire life story." I was still struggling to accept this version of events, but as I laid there, glancing over at the empty wine bottle there was a growing acceptance within my mind that I really must have given this information. "You must realize though James, that although I've obviously spoken about my desire to be fully feminized, this is only a fantasy. It's never going to happen. The impact not only on myself, but on my family and friends etc. really make it a non starter. Crossdressing in secret is one thing, but what you're saying is such a huge step." "Actually Becky, I'm only repeating what you told me last night. The desire is obviously there, you were quite adamant about it. And with my resources and contacts who knows where we could end up. Listen, I'm going to leave it there and not push this issue any further. I'm going to get dressed and head off home now. I've had a fantastic night, with someone I consider to be a beautiful, sexy woman. All I ask is that you think about what we have spoken about, and if you want to meet up again, give me a call this evening. You have my number Princess, and I hope you use it. I'll be waiting for your call." With that James leant across and placed a delicate kiss on my forehead. This sent a tingle through my body as I lay there trying to make sense of my confused thoughts. James quickly dressed, confident that phase one of his plan was well under way. As he turned to leave, he said "Remember, I'll be waiting for your call my Princess." Flashing his winning smile, he left the bedroom, descended the stairs and let himself out of the house, heading for his car. I just laid there, a thousand and one thoughts racing through my mind and a warm satisfying glow filling my body as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Surely James couldn't be serious about wanting to permanently feminize me, could he? After bathing and washing away any trace of Becky, I spent most of the day in a bit of a haze. As hard as I tried not to, my mind kept returning to the statement James had made about having the resources and contacts to realize my most secret of fantasies, and the consequences on my life as I knew it. The day seemed to pass by very quickly, although I didn't recall having done much with my time I was surprised when I noticed the clock on the mantlepiece showing 6pm. What 'had' I done with my time today? The thought quickly left my mind as I thought that that I really ought to get ready for my phone call with James in a couple of hours time. For only a brief moment, I pondered that it seemed a bit silly to get made up 'just' for a phone call, after all James wouldn't be able to see me through the phone, but it somehow just seemed right that from now on, if I was playing the part of Becky, then I should always make the effort to look the part too. I was convinced that James would expect and appreciate this. I had a quick shave and applied a light coat of foundation. There was no need to get dressed up to the nines 'just' for a phone call. I set about applying my eye make up. The usual light eye shadow on the upper eyes and a light brown shadow on the eyelids. Finished off with eyeliner along the lower lash line and just the one application of mascara. A quick sweep of blusher to each cheek and I was happy with the result. Subtle, but still sexy. I finished his the 'look' by applying a semi translucent rose lipstick. The outfit I had decided on was a simple denim mini skirt, a short white and pink t-shirt and a pair of knee high boots. It didn't take long to get my bra and silicone boobs into place before slipping the t-shirt over my head. Next came the mini skirt and boots. I had decided to be a brunette for this evening and chose a long wavy wig that draped down past my shoulders. The look was accentuated with a couple of faux pearl studs, a couple of rings and a bangle. The appearance was completed with the mandatory spritz of perfume. Becky had returned. I went to the fridge to pour myself a vodka and tonic and was surprised to find 6 bottles of white wine in there. "Where the hell did they come from?" I wondered out loud. As Kevin, I was a beer drinker, but when dressed I preferred something more appropriate to the image, hence the vodka. I wasn't a wine lover in either 'personality' although I was able to tolerate the stuff when required. As I stared at the bottles, a memory crept back into my mind of doing the 'Saturday shop' earlier that afternoon and I could visualise the bottles in the trolley. The more I thought about it, I became more comfortable that I had decided to stock up after enjoying the bottle James had brought with him the night before. After all, I had apparently finished his bottle off. Despite wearing a brunette wig, I put the incident down to having a 'blonde' moment and pulled out the nearest bottle, which I quickly opened and poured a little into the wine glass, taking a sip of the sweet chilled liquid. I was very pleasantly surprised at just how nice the wine tasted and thought, "What the hell... When in Rome!" and filled the rest of the glass. Once back in the living room, sat on the sofa, with the glass and bottle of wine on the coffee table within easy reach, I looked at the clock on the mantlepiece. It was 7.10pm. Although I was desperate to hear James' voice again, I refrained from making the call. I didn't want to come across as being 'too' eager. My mind went back to the conversation with James that very morning. I began to fantasize about just how my life would actually be should I venture completely down the path the path that James had intimated. Could I actually live my life full time as a woman? Could I bear the risk of alienating and losing everyone and everything I loved? It's all very well and good in a fantasy setting, but the realities would be very painful and demanding, both mentally and physically. I enjoyed the fact that my secret 'hobby' allowed me to step in, and back out of my fantasy as and when I wanted. Would James be able to accept me being Becky in James' presence and then reverting back to Kevin for 'real' world activities? It was a best of both worlds situation that had worked out well for Kevin/Becky for a number of years now and I couldn't see any reason why James would disagree. It's not like he owned me or anything and James had always come across as such a reasonable gentleman. I took another sip from the glass of wine, marvelling at the delicious taste and only briefly wondering why I had never cared for the stuff before now. It was now 7.25pm and I decided that I couldn't wait any longer to hear James' voice. I quickly scrolled through the contact list on my phone to James' number and pressed dial. The phone barely rang once before the call was answered with, "Good Evening my Princess." A warm flush flowed through my body as I heard the word Princess. It seemed to have a calming, yet hypnotic quality to it which, on some level of consciousness, made me feel really good. "Good Evening James. How are you darling?" "I'm very well Princess." There was that warm flush again. "I've been sat waiting for your call and I'm very pleased you have got around to it. How has your day been? I've missed you terribly." Blushing, I explained that I had delayed my call as I didn't want to come across as 'too' pushy, but that I had spent the vast majority of the day thinking about the two of us, and about how much I had enjoyed our 'date'. "I'm very pleased you think that way Princess. I was wondering whether I had put a dampner on things by revealing what you had disclosed to me about 'Kevin', but please let me reassure you again that the information you gave me will stay with me only. Having been in several t-girl relationships in the past, I'm fully aware of your need for discretion and I would never do anything to jeopardise that. I only see you as Becky, but I also appreciate that you have an alternate life to live too." I was smiling broadly at the statement James had just made. How had I become so lucky to land a guy like this? "I'm really happy to hear you say that James, as I'm really not in a position to be able to drop my life as Kevin. After all, Kevin is 99% of my life, but I would like to continue seeing you and obviously, whilst in your company, I would be Becky 100% of the time. How does that sound to you?" There was a slight pause before James responded. "I must admit that I really wanted you to embark on the journey to full feminization, that I know you deeply desire, with me as your guide. But I also appreciate and understand your reservations regarding a full transformation. I would much rather have you in my life than not at all, so yes, I agree to the compromise my Princess." Becky felt the glow surge through her body on hearing this, not realising it was the trigger word 'Princess'. "Listen Darling, I have a dinner meeting scheduled with an old colleague this evening to discuss a business venture, and then I will be out of the country for most of the week. I would like you to come and visit me at my home next weekend. Would that be OK?" "Umm... yes. I don't see a problem with that," I said, trying not to sound too giddy. "Great! I'll email you my address, directions and instructions etc. and will text you throughout the week." "I'll look forward to receiving your email and texts," I excitedly replied. "Good night my Princess. I can't wait to see you again." "Good night Darling." The line went dead, and although I felt a sense of disappointment that the conversation had only been a couple of minutes at best, I was also excited at the thought of being able to spend a full weekend with James as Becky. My thoughts then turned to what outfits I would need for the weekend stay with James. I had already worn my 'best' outfit for him the night before, and no self respecting 'woman' would want to wear the same outfit over and over. Although I had a relatively large wardrobe of outfits, there were few that I deemed worthy for James. I fired up my laptop and checked my bank balance. I had only ?124 left in my account, and payday was a week on Monday. I logged out of the online banking site and clicked on the Ebay link in my favourites list. "Let's hope I can find a few suitable outfits on here," I said to myself out loud. Whilst pouring another glass of wine. I spent the next several hours, scouring discount websites for suitable outfits for the forthcoming weekend with very little joy. The dresses I saw and liked were either not big enough for my tall frame or would blitz the budget on just one item. Eventually, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to go to bed. Normally, I would get cleaned up and showered, reverting to Kevin. But tonight I thought 'what the hell' and climbed into bed still made up, wig in place. Thanks to the wine, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep and start dreaming about my upcoming weekend away with the man of my dreams. Sunday morning arrived, daylight filtering around the edges of the curtains adorning the bedroom window. I gradually awoke, feeling physically and mentally recharged. The mirror on the dressing table showed a different picture though. What remained of the make up on my face face was smeared and smudged, the hair of my wig was tangled and unkempt. "Time to shower Princess," I absent mindedly said to myself as I pulled off the wig and removed the jewellery. "Yes, a good shower will definitely do the trick," I thought to myself. I entered the bathroom, turned the shower up high and began my post Becky clean up routine. Baby wipes to get the stubborn mascara and eye make up removed and then to get rid of the bulk of the foundation. A quick squirt of baby oil into my hands and then vigorously rubbing the face and neck. Ensuring every inch was covered, I stepped under the steaming cascade of water. Letting it soak away the last vestiges of sleep. I finished washing myself with the fresh smelling shower gel. Marvelling at how smooth my body felt beneath my lathered hands. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for my face. The stubble was already coming through. I had always detested having to shave and was always jealous of the real girls for not having to endure this particular ritual. How I wished I could afford laser hair removal, but my salary barely covered my living expenses, the child maintenance for my children that I saw whenever I could and the occasional new outfit for 'Becky' if I was really lucky. I dried myself off and returned to the bedroom to dress for the day. It was to be a lazy day today. I threw on an old t-shirt, a fresh pair of jeans and a pair of trainers. It was a bright morning as I put the kettle on for my first cup of coffee of the day. I was already feeling perky despite not yet having my caffeine hit. The kettle had yet to boil. I was constantly thinking about the brief conversation with James the previous night and the invitation that was offered. There was, of course, still the issue of what to wear for an entire weekend. Usually, when I dressed as Becky it would be something simple yet sufficiently feminine for one evening. Occasionally something more slutty or perhaps my school girl outfit if I had a meet arranged. None of these felt adequate for an entire weekend with someone who obviously enjoyed the finer trappings of life. Even the jewellery that I bought was the cheapest costume jewellery I could find online. Normally very low quality produce from China, although it was adequate for the purpose. Until now. Coffee in hand, I walked to the living room. Setting the mug down on the coffee table and firing up the laptop to continue in what was probably a vain search for a reasonable wardrobe on a very tight budget. I checked 'Beckys' email account. Hoping to have received an email from James. Nothing. Had James changed his mind after all? Was he just playing mind games with me? It certainly wouldn't be the first time that had happened. If either of these things were true, I would get over it, but I was already feeling a sense of despair. "This is silly!" I thought to himself. "Snap yourself out of it man," It was barely 9am on a Sunday morning. What gave me the right to expect someone to drop every part of their normal life just to please me? James was probably either still in bed, or out doing something more important than composing an email to some tranny tart he had only just met. I finished my coffee, and went to strip the bed. The pillow cases were smeared with foundation and the bedding itself reeked of sex. Although this wasn't a particularly off putting smell, I did like to sleep in clean, fresh bedding. Whilst the washing machine went through it's cycle, I vacuumed the living room and bedroom, then set about cleaning the bathroom. Putting away the make up I had used the previous night and cleaning up the surfaces where the make up brushes had left their deposits of powder. Satisfied that the home was clean and presentable once more, the kettle went on for my second coffee of the day. Whilst this was boiling, the bedding was taken out of the washing machine and hung on the line to dry. It shouldn't take long in this bright warm sunshine. It was now 10am. My chores were done and I sat back in the sofa, coffee in hand. The last hour had flown by and I now had the rest of the day to lounge around, probably obsessing about the James situation. I quickly checked the email inbox. Still nothing. Then came the chime. It made me jump. The pop up box in the corner of the screen notifying me of an email which had the subject line: Princess. I excitedly opened the email message, eyes opening wide in wonder and disbelief as I read the following: "My Dearest Princess, Apologies for the very brief chat last night. I was running late for my dinner meeting. As promised, here is the email regarding the instructions for next weekend. The attached file shows my address and has detailed instructions on how to find my house, including the entry code for the main gate. Also, please note the following: I will expect you to arrive at 8pm. You are not required to bring anything with you except for your basic toiletries. Clothing, lingerie, footwear and cosmetics will be provided. Upon arrival, enter through the front door. There will be an envelope with your name on it on the table at the foot of the stairs. This will contain detailed instructions for you to follow. I will be present in the house, but have no desire to meet you as a male. As per our agreement, when in my presence, you will be Becky at all times. I'm afraid I need to leave for the airport now as I have business abroad for several days which I believe I previously mentioned. I will text you throughout the week with a couple of little 'challenges' for you to prove your devotion to me. In return, I promise you a weekend you won't forget. Lovingly yours, James x" I, read, and re read the email several times trying to digest the information laid out in front of me. Could James really be providing everything I would need to be Becky for the entire weekend? If true, it certainly negated the need for me to browse Ebay and the such for new outfits. It was now 10.07am. And although it was still very early in the day, I needed a drink! I went to the fridge to grab a beer and was surprised when I grabbed one of the bottles of wine instead. "I suppose I had better get used to it, as this is probably what I'll be drinking next weekend," I thought, and proceeded to open the bottle and pour myself a large glass of white wine. I was still mildly surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of it. Returning to the laptop, I opened the email attachment containing James' address and directions. I then brought up Google Maps in a new tab and entered the address. Zooming in on the map it soon became apparent that rather than a Farmhouse, as James had previously stated, it looked more like a mansion set in large grounds at the end of a long, gated driveway. I tried clicking on the streetview option to get a better look, rather than just an aerial shot, but the house was set too far back from the road for Google to get a good picture. I took a large gulp of wine and tried to figure out what the 'little challenges' were likely to be. This was a futile exercise though, as I had no kind of reference point from where to begin. They could be absolutely anything, but I decided I would do my best to complete the challenges, as long as it wasn't something insidious, like murder! Now I was being silly. James would never ask me to do anything like that... surely! I decided that my imagination was running away with me and I needed to calm down. I finished the glass of wine in front of me and immediately re filled it. It was no good, however much I tried to calm myself down, it was as if someone has just told me that I had won the Lottery. In fact it felt like I 'had' won the Lottery and I was desperate to tell someone my good fortune. But that was the downside of keeping my 'hobby' so secret. I could hardly phone my parents and tell them that I had met a rich, older successful man that wanted to dress and keep their Son as a woman. No, that wouldn't go down well at all. I took another drink of the wine and thought that it would be a good idea to take the time to plan the route for the following Friday evening. James' house was to the north west of Birmingham. The directions James had provided were very detailed and stated that it should take just over an hour to get there by car. I decided I should set off no later than 6.30pm to be on the safe side. The rest of the day was a restless one, my mind kept wandering to what the following weekend had in store for me and to how I would show my appreciation to James. I knew that Becky would definitely need to bring her 'A' game. Sleep didn't come easily for me that evening, but when it did finally arrive I was rewarded with strange vivid dreams starring Becky and James, although upon waking the following morning, as is usually the case, the dreams were lost within minutes. It was lunchtime on Monday, I had spent the morning cheerfully going about my work. 'Too' cheerfully if you asked any number of my colleagues. I was walking to the sandwich shop on the edge of the trading estate I worked on and switched on my phone. It was company policy to have all mobile phones switched off during working hours. The phone beeped, indicating that I had a text message. My heart almost skipped a beat. Was it James' first challenge? Accessing the text message screen, I saw that it was indeed a message from James. "Dearest Princess, I hope you are well and still looking forward to our rendezvous. My first command for you is that I want you to get your navel pierced, with a large, jewelled belly bar. This is non negotiable. If you decline this challenge, I'm afraid our relationship will end before it has a chance to begin properly. It will need to be done within the next 24 hrs to allow any swelling to go down before Friday. I will expect you to email me a picture of the result by tomorrow evening to prove conformance. Lovingly yours, James." Reading the text message, I had felt a calmness come over me just from reading the words 'Dearest Princess' it was almost as if James was stood next to me whispering the words gently into my ear. I re-read the message and was surprised that I wasn't shocked at the description of the challenge. I even weirdly thought it was a great idea, and even more so due to the fact that it was a request from James. I immediately brought up the search engine on my phone and found a place only a couple of miles from home that was open until 6pm most evenings. I could easily make it there within 20 minutes of leaving work that day. I spent the rest of the day looking forward to getting my navel pierced and wondering why I hadn't thought of it before. As soon as I finished work, I jumped in my car and drove to the tattooist & piercing salon. The traffic was light for a Monday evening and I arrived at 5.15pm. As I approached the door to the premises, a wave of panic came over me. "What the hell am I doing?" I muttered to myself, but then I pictured James' smiling face after receiving the photo by text. A little pain and embarrassment now will be worth it in the long run I thought to myself. I took a deep breath, and entered the shop. Inside, the walls of the small shop were covered in various tattoo designs and a large, bearded, heavily tattooed man sat behind the counter. "Alright Mate, what can I do for yer this evenin? Lookin fer a tat?" "Umm.. No. Actually, I'm after a piercing," I replied almost sheepishly. "No worries Mate. What'll it be? Ear, eyebrow, tongue, nipple or a P.A.?" "None of those. I'm looking to have my navel pierced." The guy behind the counter gave me a quizzical look. "Are yer sure Mate? They're usually only done on women." "Yes. I'm sure," I replied. "I bet a mate at work, who's afraid of needles, ?200 that he wouldn't get his nipple pierced. And in return, he bet me ?400 that I wouldn't get my belly button pierced. Lets face it, an easy ?400 quid is a lot of money to turn down. Especially in this day and age!" I was impressing myself with the story I was spinning, I was hardly going to tell the truth to this guy. "Well... Yeah. I suppose in that case I can see why you would want to go through with it. Come on through to the back and I'll get ya sorted." I followed the large man behind a curtain. And was directed to a padded bench next to a selection of jewellery. "Here's ya choice. I'm assuming you just want a plain bar?" "Actually, the other part of the bet is that the bar has to have the biggest 'girly' jewel possible," I replied, blushing slightly. "My mate said that for ?400 it has to be as embarrassing as possible." "I can see his point," Laughed the burly guy. "How about this? Is this girly enough?" he snickered, and pointed out a belly bar with a huge pink flowered diamant? facet. "This will fill the hollow in your navel completely." "That's the one," I chuckled. "That definitely wins me the cash!" The large tattooed man marked out the placement points on my belly, making sure it was vertical, and rechecked his measurements. The man motioned for me to lay down on the padded bench. The clamp was applied and checked for position. Once the tattooed man was satisfied everything was OK, he sprayed some antiseptic on the navel area, told me to take a breath, pushed through the cannula and pulled through the jewellery in a matter of seconds. The top ball was screwed in place and the process was complete. The tattooed man told me to lay for a minute whilst he got the after care information together. I got up, looking at the jewel in my navel and was impressed. It made me feel sexy, but more importantly, I was convinced that James would be very pleased. I adjusted my clothing and paid the tattooed man, taking the after care instructions sheet he offered up. Bidding farewell, the tattooed man said "I hope your mate pays up, and if you fancy a tat with your winnings, you know where to come!" I drove home, looking forward to sending a picture of my new acquisition to James. The piercing was a little sore, but nothing I couldn't handle. It took less than 10 minutes to drive home, but it felt like an hour. I was desperate to get home to take the photo of my bejewelled belly. Eager to show James how I had fulfilled his commandment with gusto. I had already made the decision that the photo for James needed to framed properly. I undressed from the uniform I had been wearing all day, exchanging the drab day wear for my stockings, garter belt and panties. I pulled on a short cropped t-shirt that would easily show off my diamant? embellished belly. Laying back on the bed, I fired off several shots with my digital camera before eagerly reviewing the images to choose the best. They looked good, but there was a niggle in the back of my mind telling me something was not quite right. I realised the photo would look much better with my hand showing on my torso, fingers splayed towards the sparkling flower. I painted my nails in a lovely deep red colour and wore a couple of rings. The photo was definitely worth doing properly and the end result was more than worth the effort. I was immensely proud of the photo and couldn't wait to share the image with James. After booting up the laptop, I swapped the memory card from the camera to the designated slot in the computer and transferred the file to the desktop. Opening the email program, I clicked the 'compose' button, titled my email 'Challenge completed' and entered James' email address. The body of my email read: "My Darling James, I hope you are keeping well. As requested, I have completed the challenge you set me earlier today. I have attached a photo as per your instruction and sincerely hope the result meets your expectation. I look forward to hearing from you, and of course, I very much look forward to seeing you again on Friday evening. Lovingly yours, Becky xxx" Upon sending the email, I decided I would celebrate the completion of my task with a well earned cold beer from the fridge. As I opened the fridge door, my gaze shifted from the half dozen cans of beer to the bottles of wine. Almost instinctively, I decided a nice chilled glass of wine would be a much nicer alternative. Why had my taste buds changed so dramatically over the last couple of days? I really had no answer to that question. Almost as soon as the question had formed in my mind it was already dissipating. I returned to the living room, glass in hand to relax and admire the handy work crafted to my body less than a couple of hours ago. The piercing was feeling sore, which was to be expected, but thinking of the look on James' face upon reading my email and seeing the photo made any discomfort completely worthwhile. I lounged around for most of the evening, occasionally flicking through the TV channels, but mostly I was daydreaming about the upcoming weekend. At 9pm I thought it would be a good idea to have an early night, after all a girl needs her beauty sleep! I giggled to myself. I checked my email inbox one last time just in case a reply from James had crept in unnoticed. Sadly, there was nothing. I did have until the following evening to email my photo, so perhaps he wasn't expecting a reply from me so soon. And also, I had no idea what country or time zone he was in. He could've been tucked up in bed for hours for all I knew. Whilst I finished my wine I took the opportunity to remove my nail polish. Once that task was completed, and my glass drained, I went to the bedroom and undressed in readiness for a good nights sleep. A contented sleep soon washed over me and once again I was rewarded with enticing, sexy dreams. I awoke gently, before my alarm had the opportunity to assault my senses with it's ear splitting beeping. Hopping out of bed, I went through my usual morning routine of paying my first visit of the day to the toilet before showering. Only this time, without even thinking about it, I sat rather than stood. I didn't give it a second thought. It just seemed to be the most natural of ways of urinating. After showering and getting dressed for the day ahead, I fixed myself a light breakfast of 1 slice of toast and a cup of coffee. Hardly enough to keep a grown man going until lunch. But again, it just felt right. I left for work feeling only slightly disappointed that I had yet to receive a reply from James. I believed in my heart that I would be rewarded with a call or message before too long, and that was enough to keep a smile on my face. The morning at work was largely uneventful. I spent most of my time watching the clock. Waiting for lunchtime when I would have the opportunity to check my phone for messages. As lunchtime approached, the butterflies in my stomach multiplied. When my lunch break finally arrived my giddiness was swiftly replaced with a feeling of despair as my phones in-box showed no new messages. If I thought the morning had dragged, the afternoon was three times as bad. Instead of butterflies in my stomach, the feeling was now one of dread. Had James not liked the photo? Had he had second thoughts? Had he met someone more suitable in whichever part of the world he was in? I spent the rest of the day second guessing myself and couldn't wait for my shift to finish. Eventually the day did indeed end. Almost reluctantly I checked my phone convincing myself there would be no new message. My fears were confirmed, and a sense of nausea overcame me. I drove home wondering what I had done wrong. Once home I went straight to the fridge, completely ignoring the beers and instinctively reached for the wine. Filling the glass, I went to put the half full bottle back into the fridge and then thought better of it. Clutching the glass and the bottle I settled onto the sofa. The laptop was facing me with the mail box open, seemingly taunting me every time I glanced over at it. The despair that had been building for a good number of hours finally broke me. I curled up in a ball, clutching a cushion to my chest and started to cry. What kind of hold did James have over me? I was a grown man crying due the fact that I hadn't heard from a man that in reality I barely knew. Any sense of logic had seemed to abandon me. The only thing that seemed to help was the wine, but even that was of little comfort in the state I found myself in. I began to doze off over the next 20 minutes or so. Still clutching the cushion tightly to my chest. I awoke with a jolt. Trying to make sense of the noise that had awoken me. I felt woozy, almost drunk. It couldn't be the wine could it? I'd only had a glass and a half. Hardly enough to make a dent. I could easily drink 4 or 5 pints of beer before feeling like this. Rattled, my mind was still frantically trying to make sense of the tune emanating around the room. Then I caught sight of my mobile phone, almost tucked out of sight behind my laptop. Trying to clear my mind, I reached over and grabbed the phone. My heart skipped a beat as the display confirmed it was James. I quickly answered the call. "Hello Darling!" I gushed. The biggest of smiles returning to my face. "Good Evening my Princess. How are you?" Upon hearing James' voice utter the word 'Princess' I felt the now familiar glow encompass my body. "I'm much better for hearing from you, my sexy man," I replied. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to get in touch." "Oh, you silly girl," James chuckled. "I can't imagine any scenario where I wouldn't want to contact such a sexy creature as you. I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch earlier, but I have been very busy today making preliminary arrangements to help with a 'project' I have recently undertaken." "Did you receive my email and photo?" "I certainly did my sexy Princess. And I must say that I was very impressed indeed. Not only with the exceptional result, but also at the speed in which you completed my little 'challenge'. I'm really looking forward to seeing it in person." "Talking of which, I'm slightly confused about the situation on Friday. Are you sure that I don't need to bring anything with me?" "Don't worry your little girly head about that my Princess. As I have previously mentioned, I've had several t-girl relationships over the years and as a result I'm left with an extensive amount of apparel in varying sizes available to you. You'll feel like a kid on Christmas morning when you see what there is. Although I may make a few suggestions on the evening if that's OK with you?" "How could I possibly refuse you," I giggled. "That's just what I wanted to hear," Replied James with a confidence in his tone. "I have a couple more meetings to attend I'm afraid my Princess. I will be in touch at some point over the next couple of days with my next challenge, but don't worry, it's not as extreme as the one you have just completed." "I will, of course, look forward to hearing from you again James." "Excellent. Be a good girl and I'll be in touch soon. Sleep tight my Princess." With the last sentence still being processed. James ended the call. I didn't mind the call being ended abruptly. I was now on cloud nine after hearing from James. I finished my half glass of wine and trotted off to bed, floating on a cloud of happiness. The following morning had me awaken in a relaxed and cheerful mood. Reassured that everything in my world was good, and I had the smile on my face to show it. The day continued as it had began. Nothing was able to dampen my spirits, despite the best attempts of a couple of overly awkward customers. Only a few minutes into my journey home, I decided to visit the large supermarket I passed every day. As I wandered the aisles, I found myself placing bottles of floral smelling bubble bath, feminine deodorant, facial cleansers, mud packs and a selection of moisturising creams into my trolley. Tonight was to be a night of pampering. As I continued around the store, I was almost absent mindedly placing a medium sized selection of of fruit and vegetables alongside my collection of 'girly' items. This was a little strange as I had never been a huge fan of salads and such like. I was much more of a burger and chips, or pizza kind of guy. As I got close to the beer and wines section, it was a pretty much instinctive decision to stock up on more wine. It's not like it would go to waste! As I queued at the checkout, I spied the rack of magazines opposite. The one that caught my eye was showed a headline that informed it was giving a full run down on the latest make up styles. Without hesitation, that also went into the trolley. As the checkout assistant scanned my consistently feminine items, I either didn't notice, or didn't care, that she was smirking and giving me a quizzical look. I was too busy planning my night ahead. Upon arriving home, I unpacked my shopping, stripped from my work clothes, ran a hot bath and went for the first of my glasses of wine whilst waiting for the tub to fill. Returning to the bathroom, glass in hand, the bath tub was filling up nicely. I poured a generous amount of the fragrant floral bubble bath under the running water and marvelled as it foamed and swirled around in the hot water. The scent filled the bathroom and made me look forward to my soak more than ever. I took another sip of the sweet white wine, and turned the tap off. Checking the water temperature whilst giving it a swirl with my free hand. This was going to feel so good! I then turned my attention to the facial mud pack, reading the instructions carefully. Taking note of how long to keep it on and which areas to avoid. After carefully applying the mud pack to my face I gave in to the temptation of refilling my wine glass. Picking up my magazine on the way out of the kitchen. The hot bath felt so very good as my smooth, naked body slid under the bubble laden surface. I was in a state of bliss as any cares or concerns I had melted away. I took another sip of wine and picked up my magazine to read the feature that had caught my eye earlier. After about an hour, the water had cooled sufficiently to inform me that it was time to exit my oasis of tranquillity. Feeling totally relaxed, I stepped from the bath and dried myself off with the largest, fluffiest towel I had. I then moisturised my arms and legs, finishing off with my face and neck. I gave myself a sweep with the combined