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The Princess Diaries - Part 2 Foreword: This is the continuation of Kevins journey into total feminization at the hands of a guy he met online. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The working day dragged along. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours. I was becoming more restless as my shift on the counter of the plumbers merchants crawled to it's conclusion. I passed the time thinking about my forthcoming weekend away with James and trying to figure out how the weekend would pan out, and how things would progress after the weekend was over. I had never dressed for anyone, or myself for that matter, for such an extended amount of time. Usually I would only become 'Becky' for several hours at a time, but this weekend meant that I would be dressed for a good 48 hours. A mixture of excitement and nerves was tying my stomach in knots. I spent the remainder of the afternoon trying to envision the type of outfits that would be at my disposal. James didn't come across as the kind of guy that would be happy seeing his 'woman' in cheap, chinese made 'tat'. Everything about him exuded quality. I just hoped and prayed that I would be able to do myself justice for him and make him desire me even more. Eventually, the clock begrudgingly neared 5pm and I wasted no time in clearing the paperwork from my position on the sales counter. I wanted. No. Needed to be away from work as quickly as possible. The drive home seemed to be over as soon as it had begun. My mind was still racing with thoughts of the point later this evening when I would reveal myself to James, being swept up into his welcoming embrace for the first of many long, lingering kisses. A prelude to the night of passion that was sure to follow. I ran a hot bubble bath as soon as I got home. I figured that I had about an hour before I needed to set off, and what better way to spend that hour than a good long soak. I desperately wanted a glass of wine to complement my relaxing bath, but quickly decided against drink driving. Alcohol on top of a relatively empty stomach just spelled trouble. Slipping under the foamy scented water was divine. These bubble baths were rapidly becoming one of my favourite pastimes. Again, I found myself admiring my freshly pedicured feet, marvelling at the long smooth leg in front of me, finished off ever so prettily with the deep red toe nails. I ran my hands along the length of the outstretched leg and repeated the process on my other leg. My hands caressed every part of my body, allowing the soothing floral scent to permeate every pore of my soft, supple skin. After a good 45 minute soak, I was feeling very relaxed indeed but realized that I needed to dry and dress myself in preparation for the journey to James'. I dried myself off and went through my moisturising routine before moving to my bedroom to get dressed. I knew that James didn't want to see me as Kevin, so in one sense it didn't really matter what I wore for the journey. But what if he would be watching discreetly from a window when I arrived? I eventually decided on a pair of jeans, a plain polo shirt and my Rockport boots. It was a casual enough outfit, but nothing that could be construed as 'scruffy'. Happy with my 'ensemble', I returned to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and then packed my toiletries bag. All I needed was my toothbrush, toothpaste, a fresh razor and my can of shaving gel. It felt a bit weird, packing so lightly for a weekend away, but James was adamant that I would need nothing else and I had no reason to disbelieve him.. I checked my watch and it showed the time to be 6.40pm. The journey 'should' only take me about an hour, but I'd rather get there early with 15 minutes to kill, than arrive late. I made sure I had my phone, wallet, directions and code for the main gate, took a deep breath and headed to the car. During the journey to James', I had the radio on. But the station I usually listened to wasn't really hitting the spot. I scanned through the frequencies until I came across a station playing some inane teeny bop tunes. This was normally the last thing I would ever want to listen to but, as with a few things this past week, it just seemed like a natural 'fit'. It wasn't long before I found myself humming along with the repetitive sickly sweet lyrics being sung by the likes of One Direction and Justin Bieber etc. Caught up in my humming and singing along to the radio, I almost missed the motorway exit I was aiming for. Chastising myself aloud for having a 'blonde' moment, I turned the radio volume down a couple of levels and tried to focus on the task in hand. As the journey progressed, I was feeling very happy with myself. Looking forward to dressing for James' pleasure. I again tried to imagine what vast array of outfits lay in store for me upon arrival. Would I have the pick of whatever took my eye? Would James have something picked out already? The one thing I knew for sure was that it wouldn't be long until I had the answers to my questions. The satnav attached to the inside of my windscreen informed me that I was only 20 minutes from my destination. I had been driving through suburban areas for the last 10 minutes, but now I found myself driving along winding country roads. Only occasionally passing a remote house or farm. The scenery on this late summer evening was stunning, and the sunshine filtering through the leaves on the trees definitely started to have a calming effect on me. The last 20 minutes of the journey passed by very quickly as I was humming and singing along with the radio. Before I knew it, the voice from the satnav declared that my destination was only 300 yards along on my left. The calmness I had been feeling was instantly replaced by the writhing mass of snakes in my stomach. I pulled in towards the gated driveway and got my first look at James' house. It must have been set back a good quarter of a mile from the road. Even from this distance, the property looked quite large and obviously well maintained. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It informed me that it was 7.50pm so I decided to sit and listen to the radio for a few minutes more. I didn't want to arrive 'too' early. I focussed on my breathing, trying to relax myself, but that had little effect as adrenalin was coursing through my veins. Once 5 minutes had passed, I wound down my drivers side window and entered the 5 digit code into the pad that stood atop a metal post. Within seconds, the gates swung inwards, inviting me to follow the driveway down and slightly to the left where it finished in front of the big old stone house. As I parked up and exited the car, I gazed in awe at the building in front of me. It definitely looked more like a mansion than an old farmhouse in my opinion. There were three storeys to the house with lots of full length windows and an imposing large arched glass fronted double door at the front. I reached back into the car to retrieve my toiletries, and as I was shutting the car door, I swore I saw one of the upstairs curtains move, albeit ever so slightly. "So much for not wanting to see me as Kevin." I thought to myself with a giggle and headed for the front door of the house. The door opened into a rather grand, modern looking foyer area with a large staircase in front of me that rose up and then split off into opposite directions. Looking around, I spotted 2 small tables. One at either side of the beginning of each bannister. The table to the right had the envelope I was hoping to see. I opened the envelope and read the following: "My Darling Princess, Thankyou for making the journey to visit me. As stipulated, please follow these instructions: take the staircase in front of you, up and to the left, follow the corridor to the end where you will come across another staircase. Once you are on the 3rd storey, please enter the 2 doorway on the left. I have taken the liberty of laying out an outfit that I think will be appropriate for this evening. Please feel free to use the available amenities as you see fit and once you are ready, please join me in the main room on the ground floor at the rear of the house. I can't wait to see you again. James x" "Well... that's one of my questions answered." I thought to myself as I began to wonder what kind of outfit James had laid out for me. Clutching the note in my hand, I made my way up the staircase to the first floor, and then onwards to the 2nd floor. I found the room without any fuss and couldn't believe my eyes when I entered. The room was large, with modern dark wood double bed, with matching side tables and large dressing table with an extensive selection of top quality cosmetics sat atop. There were double doors at either side of the room and large french doors leading onto a balcony that over looked rolling hills and a small lake to the rear of the house. The d?cor was what I could only describe as 'opulent'. A rich cerise coloured carpet, with curtains and bedding in the same shade that were accentuated with a gold pattern. I set my toiletry bag down on the dressing table and went to the nearest set of double doors. Through these was the most fantastic bathroom I had ever seen. It was almost as large as the bedroom as I just come from. There was a large whirlpool bath tub, a walk in shower, wash basin, bidet and toilet. Intrigued by this, I wanted to see what was behind the other doors. I walked over, not knowing what to expect and was amazed to find a large walk in 'dressing room' which had row upon row of fabulous outfits in all styles, colours and materials. As my eyes scanned the room, I saw row upon row of shoes. Again, in all colours sizes and styles. 3 rows of shelves on the far wall housed a large selection of wigs. Definitely something for every occasion. James certainly hadn't been stretching the truth about this. If anything, he'd greatly downplayed the selection available. It was then that I saw the chair in the corner of the dressing room with a long, deep red satin halter neck dress draped over it. On top of the dress was another envelope. "Princess. Please wear this dress for our date this evening. I believe it should fit you nicely. I will also require you to wear the matching open toed 5" heels that you will find on the racks. Finally, I would like you to wear a long wavy brunette wig. Further accessories will be found in the drawers of the dressing table. The make up, I shall leave to your discretion. James x" My adrenalin was really pumping at this point. A quick look at my watch showed it was already 8.15pm. I really needed to make a move, otherwise the evening would be over before I was ready. I set the shower running and undressed. Stepping under the flow of hot water, I lathered myself up with the feminine scented shower cream made available to me which made my body tingle in a not unpleasant way. So much so, that I repeated the process several times to enjoy the tingling sensation. I then applied the shaving foam to my face and using my new razor, ensured my face was as smooth as possible. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with an impossibly fluffy towel. Mmm... it felt so good against my smooth body. Once dried, I picked up the jar of moisturising cream that was on the vanity unit at the side of the shower. Again, I felt my skin gently tingling as I applied the cream, but it smelt nice so I didn't think twice and just enjoyed the sensation. I sat at the dressing table, marvelling at the assortment of top quality cosmetics. All of it looked unused. "Right! Here goes nothing!" I giggled to myself as I applied the rich creamy tan coloured foundation. It went on much better than the stuff I used at home and it wasn't long before I had powdered my face, and used a white pigment on each brow. I then chose a nice deep red colour to sweep over my creases and an opulent dark gold shadow for my lids. As per my usual routine, I applied a dark colour to the outer edges of my lids and under the lower lashes to give me the smoky sultry look I favoured. Finishing my eyes with eyeliner and a mascara that really volumized my lashes much better than and I had ever used. I looked like I had false eyelashes, such was the effect. I finished my face with a sweep of dark rose blusher to each cheek bone. "It must be the quality of the make up." I thought to myself, as I sat staring at myself in the large, well lit mirror of the dressing table. "I've never been able to look this good before." I looked around the dressing table for lipstick and nail polish, wondering how I could have missed the fact that there wasn't any. Opening the top drawer, which was as wide as the dressing table, I realized why they weren't on show. The drawer contained several sets of false nails, already painted. Beside each set was a matching lipstick, lip liner pencil and a small bottle of glue. The nails were a good 1.5 inch long. If I wanted to get ready before the night was over, they would definitely need to be the last things applied. The 2nd drawer contained a selection of purses in varying colours, and a large jewellery box which held a wide assortment of heavy, gold jewel encrusted necklaces, earrings, bracelets and rings. They couldn't possibly be real. You'd have to be mad to trust someone you'd only met once with this treasure trove if they were, in fact, real. I selected a thick gold and 'diamond' encrusted necklace, and matching earrings, a couple of simple rings and a gold bangle. I placed the items on the top of the dressing table and explored the 3rd drawer. The final drawer contained unopened packs of seamed black, and fishnet stockings, bras, panties and garter belts in various colours. One would assume there was a colour to match any occasion. I selected the bra and garter belt in the colour that most closely resembled the dress and also took one of the pack of seamed stockings. With the garter belt on, and the stockings encasing and enhancing my shapely long legs, I then put on the bra. It was then that I realised that I had yet to spot any silicone breasts in either the main room or the dressing room. A wave of panic started to sweep through my body. How could I possibly present myself to James without any boobs? I reopened all the drawers in the dressing table in a futile hope that I had somehow overlooked one of the most basic tools in a tranny's bag of tricks. As expected, the drawers weren't forthcoming with the treasure I hunted. I scampered over to the dressing room, trying desperately not to panic. The last thing I needed was a nervous sweat. The odour, and effect on my make up would be catastrophic. My eyes automatically scoured the room, looking for any tell tale clues. My heart was sinking as the room refused to divulge any secrets. I looked over at the dress, still laid out over the back of the chair in the corner, wondering if the style and fit of the outfit would allow me to get away without the 'enhancements' I was desperately seeking. I sat in the chair to ponder my predicament, wondering if I could get away with rolling my socks up and placing them in the bra. It wasn't the ideal solution, but at least it was something. As I sat mulling over my limited options, I felt the caress of satin moving upwards against the small of my back. It sent a pleasurable shiver through me as I realized my shifting weight must have caused the dress to slide off the back of the chair. I stood, and moved the chair to retrieve the dress from the floor and noticed a box peeking out from beneath the deep red satin bundle. "Oh please let this be them!" I gasped in desperation. I lifted the dress from it's ungainly position on the floor and carefully laid it back on the chair before making a closer inspection of the mystery box. As soon as I removed the cardboard lid, a wave of relief flooded my senses as my eyes fell across a beautiful fair of tear drop shaped, D cup silicone breasts. I lifted them from their cardboard hiding place and marvelled at the feel of them in my hands. The breasts had a good weight to them, and even had what appeared to be professionally painted areolas and nipples that protruded a good centimetre. James obviously liked his 'girls' to look aroused when around him! I returned to the bedroom with the dress draped over one arm and a breast in each hand. Letting the dress slip onto the bed, I ventured back to the dressing table and inserted the breasts into the vacant cups of my bra. They were a good size bigger than I was used to, but that just excited me further, and they had a weight that would take a little getting used to, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Once I was happy with the position of the breasts, I slipped on the luxurious satin dress, and carefully tied the halter neck. I took a moment to step back and admire myself in the large mirror, making a couple of minor breast adjustments as necessary. They were already warming to my body temperature and I almost began to believe they were an actual part of me. "Hmmm.... almost there babes!" I giggled as I winked at my reflection and ran my hands across the beautiful dress James had selected for me. Time for the jewellery. I fixed the gold and diamond necklace around my neck, placed the gold bangle on my left wrist and a ring on one finger of each hand, pretending that the ring on my left hand was an engagement ring from my handsome suitor. Returning to the dressing room, I selected the wig that James had requested and found the open toe shoes in the rack, ensuring I had the right size. The wig was divine. It was a dark brunette, with long soft wavy curls that cascaded down past my shoulders. Again, the quality of it was obvious. I assumed that it was probably a real human hair wig and definitely not one of the cheap synthetic chinese wigs I always bought. Happy with the placement of the wig, I went to the dressing table drawers once more and selected a purse to match the outfit and a set of nails and matching lipstick. This really was my favourite part of the transformation. I carefully lined my lips, taking care to exaggerate them to make them appear larger than nature had provided and filled in the rest of my lips with careful strokes of the creamy rich deep red colour. I then adorned my ears with the heavy inch long earrings that matched the necklace. I could barely stop grinning as I admired myself. I really hoped that James would approve. No. I 'knew' that he would approve. Glancing at the clock on the bedroom wall, it was showing 8.47pm. I really didn't want to keep my date waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary, so I set to work on applying the nails. The glue that was provided was of quite a viscous nature and I could tell that I would only need a dab to secure each nail, and I didn't want to go overboard as they needed to be able to come off for my journey home. As pretty, slender and feminine as they made my hands look, I didn't fancy the idea of trotting out my 'losing a bet' scenario at work on Monday morning. The glue dried surprisingly quickly and the bond was very secure, filling me with a confidence I had never had when using false nails in the past. One last look at myself in the mirror, a selection of essential make up items placed in the purse and a dab of Chanel perfume on each wrist and behind each ear, I was almost ready for my grand unveiling. I felt like Cinderella as I slipped the open toed 5 inch heels onto my stockinged feet. The shoes fitting perfectly, as though they were exact replicas of the fabled glass slipper. Throughout the excitement of making myself presentable for James I had practically forgotten about my nervousness. But now that I no longer had the distraction of dressing with the fabulous collection of cosmetics, clothing and jewellery, the nest of Vipers laying in the pit of my stomach awoke with a vengeance. At that moment, I could've killed for a lovely soothing glass of wine. I left the sumptuous bedroom and carefully made my way back down to the ground floor of the house, delighting at the exquisitely decorated hallways. At the foot of the stairs, I realised that I had no idea where the main room was but was pleased to be able to hear some soft music playing somewhere in the vicinity. It took me a little while longer to pinpoint the direction of the sound than I thought it really should have. I just giggled to myself and put it down to nerves and having no knowledge of the layout of the ground floor. With a deep breath, I let the music guide me towards the rear of the building, taking small ladylike steps. I was drawn along a corridor towards a set of double doors. One of the doors was ajar, and the volume of the music coming from the room seemingly confirmed that this was indeed my destination. My pulse quickened as I reached out to the door, my fingers, looking long and slender thanks to the false nails, trembling as I pushed the door open. It was a large room situated on the rear right corner of the house. Two almost floor to ceiling windows were to my right, and a further three similar windows ran along the wall opposite me. They were all draped with beautiful ivory coloured curtains. A large sumptious chocolate brown, leather corner sofa dominated the windowed corner of the room with an elegant, yet modern looking coffee table sat in front of it, atop an oak hardwood floor. As my eyes drifted to my left, there was a large dining table that had place settings laid out for 2 people, but would easily sit 8 people. Beyond the table, the walls were covered with tall bookcases and display units that matched the design of the elegant coffee table. Besides a considerable number of books, the units displayed various beautiful ornaments, which even to an untrained eye, were obviously of the highest quality. The room had one more doorway, to my immediate left, which was closed. I stood for what seemed an eternity, admiring the room and its grand d?cor. I wandered over to one of the far windows and gazed out at the view which I had previously seen from the bedroom window, marvelling at the luscious green countryside before me, letting the soft music in the room soothe me. I jumped, as I felt the touch against the bare, smooth skin of of my arm. ?I'm sorry if I startled you my Princess,? whispered James as the glow flowed through my body at the mention of being his 'Princess'. ?That's OK sweetheart.? I replied as I turned to face the man I was desperate to impress. With the 5 inch heels on, I was a good 8 inches taller than James, which would normally make me feel self conscious. But this wasn't the first time we had met, and it didn't seem to bother James at all. ?Let me admire the gorgeous woman in front of me.? Said James as he grinned like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. ?Oh my! You look absolutely fantastic. You really, really do.? I could feel myself blushing as James took a step back, gently holding my hand, giving me a long, admiring look up and down. ?The dress really does suit you, and you've done a good job with the make up.? ?Well, that's all thanks to you and your generosity,? I replied with a warm and genuine smile. ?I only wish I could look better for you, but there's only so much make up can do, with what nature gave me,? I giggled. ?Oh, we'll discuss that later my Princess. But right now, may I offer you a glass of wine?? ?Yes please Darling. That would be lovely.? James guided me by the hand to the corner sofa, and gave me a light kiss on the lips. ?Please make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back.? The kiss was like electricity running through my body and I was glad to be able to sit as my legs felt as though they were about to give way at any moment. I perched on the front of the ridiculously comfy sofa, remembering to keep my knees together, and smooth my dress from behind. I couldn't help but smile as I watched James leave the room through the previously closed door in the corner of the room. Within moments, he returned with the promised bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. Sitting beside me, he poured the first glass and handed it to me. I could quite easily have drunk the entire glass in a matter of seconds, but managed to resist the urge and waited for James to pour his own drink. Turning towards me, he touched his glass against mine and said, ?Cheers, my beautiful Princess. Thankyou for agreeing to this visit, and here's to a long and fruitful relationship.? I was in a completely blissful state upon hearing that statement, tasting the delicious wine and feeling confident in my feminine appearance, sat beside a very handsome man who, I assumed, wanted to take care of me and make my dreams come true. We made small talk for the next couple of minutes, with James asking about my week, the journey down earlier in the evening and whether I had any problems finding the house etc. Occasionally, James would brush the hair away from my face with his well maintained, yet masculine hand. As his fingers lightly touched my bare shoulder, a surge of excitement coursed through my entire body. He listened intently, smiling and keeping constant eye contact. The only time he looked away was to refill my wine glass, ensuring that I never ran dry. I was completely enamoured and felt totally at ease as I recounted the week we had been apart, telling him about how I had gone about completing his 'challenges' and the subtle changes in myself that I had noticed. This in particular seemed to pique James' interest and he pushed me for further details. His warm smile was constant as I told him about my experiences in the supermarket and how I now preferred wine and scented bubble baths. ?That really is delightful Rebecca. Are you happy with the changes so far?? he asked as he took my hand in his. ?Rebecca?? I replied with a quizzical look. ?Oh, I think Rebecca is a much better 'fit' for you than 'Becky'. Wouldn't you agree?? ?Mmm... yes. I like that," I giggled. ?A perfect name for my perfect Princess.? ?A perfect name chosen by my Prince Charming!? I replied with a slight blush. ?I can certainly be charming Rebecca, but I'm hardly a Prince," Countered James with a wink and a sly grin. ?Dinner should be just about ready. Would you care to join me at the table my darling?? I must have had a little too much wine, I was unsteady on my feet as I rose from the sofa. James, ever the gentleman, slipped his arm around my waist to prevent any unfortunate mishap. It felt so good to have him so close to me. I placed my right hand on his left shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, in what seemed to be the natural progression. Rather surprisingly, he pulled away from the kiss. Leaving me feeling utterly confused and embarrassed. Seeing the look on my face, James explained that he didn't want to mess up my make up, and that the night was yet young. The alarm bells that had gone off in my head were instantly subdued by his comment, and it seemed to make perfect sense to me. After all, who would want to sit and watch me eat with lipstick smeared untidily across my mouth? James guided me to the table, and courteously pulled the chair back for me to sit down, before taking his place opposite me and picking up a small silver bell which, with a deft flick of his wrist, rang out once. Noting my new look of confusion, he whispered ?You don't think I keep a house this size without help do you?? This thought genuinely hadn't occurred to me before now and I was feeling uneasy at the thought of being seen by someone that I was unprepared for. ?Relax my Princess. Jennifer will be serving us this evening. She has been in my employ for a number of years now and is fully aware of my fondness for a certain type of 'girl'. You really have nothing to worry about.? James' words had an instantly calming effect on me, although my apprehensiveness stubbornly remained. The door to my left, that James had used earlier to fetch the wine, opened. I nervously glanced over and saw a woman enter the room carrying a large silver tray. She was a tall woman, maybe an inch shorter than me, dressed in a short, black frilly maids outfit with a contrasting short white apron which hugged her utterly feminine buxom figure perfectly. Her long shapely legs were covered with glossy black seamed stockings, much like the ones I was wearing. Her feet were adorned with a pair of black patent 5 inch heels. I tried my best to discreetly look Jennifer over, without being obvious about it as she served our meal. She had what I would class as a strong resemblance to the actress Pamela Anderson. Long wavy blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, piercing blue eyes, a tanned complexion, plump luscious lips and make up that at first looked bold and slightly overdone, but as she drew closer didn't show any signs of being layered on. I smiled and thanked Jennifer as she placed my meal of steamed chicken and an assortment of vegetables in front of me. She made no eye contact and offered only the faintest of smiles in return. She then turned her attention to James who was served with beef in a peppercorn sauce, accompanied by new potatoes and a selection of vegetables. By this point, I was no longer being discreet as I stared at the beautiful woman serving us. I glanced over at James who was smiling warmly at me, yet behind the smile I felt he was also studying my reactions. I just put this down to James wanting to ensure I wasn't feeling too uncomfortable with the surprise inclusion to our evening. ?Could you fetch us another bottle of wine please Jennifer?? ?At once Sir," Jennifer replied with what appeared to be a curtsey, before quickly yet gracefully exiting the room via the doorway she had entered. Within moments she had returned with an opened, chilled bottle of white wine and filled my glass before tending to James' glass. ?Will that be all Sir?? She enquired in her soft raspy voice. ?That's all for now Jennifer. Thank you.? Again, Jennifer performed her 'blink and you'd miss it' curtsey before turning and leaving the two of us alone with our meals. I found myself staring at Jennifers rear as she departed. Pangs of jealousy flowing through me as I wished I could look half as good as she did. As I turned back to face James, his look of curiosity was still evident, despite his warm, disarming smile. ?See? I told you, you had nothing to worry about. Jennifer is completely unfazed by your presence.? ?She's a very pretty girl. Much prettier than me. I'm surprised that you haven't made a go of it with her.? ?Oh, we had a 'thing' many years ago, but it didn't last very long. Although I am very fond of her, which is why I 'offered' her the job as my housekeeper. She does an excellent job, and is very loyal. I really don't know how I would cope without her. But please, enjoy your meal before it goes cold, my Princess.? I was feeling hungry. The small salad I'd had for my lunch had been digested long ago. I smiled across at James as I lifted the heavy silver cutlery and proceeded to eat my meal, not realising that I was slicing much smaller pieces of meat than I would have done a couple of weeks earlier. As Kevin, I would have finished the entire meal in less than 30 seconds, but in my current persona, it just seemed right to take my time and savour the meal. We ate in relative silence, not feeling the need to have any lengthy discussions as we enjoyed the meals placed before us. I was actually hoping that there would be no dessert on the menu, as I was desperately wanting to be the only sweet thing James had his lips around this evening. Throughout the meal, James seemed to be on a charm offensive. Always ensuring my glass was refilled whenever it fell below a third full and constantly looking over at me, his handsome smiling face making me feel more comfortable and desired each time I gazed into his twinkling eyes. We finished our meals at approximately the same time, and as I took another sip of wine, I gazed across into his deep, dark eyes. The smile on my face was evidence enough that I was completely at ease and looking forward to the events that would surely follow. The silence was broken as James asked ?May I ask your opinion on something Rebecca?? ?Why of course Darling.? ?I'd like you to tell me how old you think Jennifer is," James replied with a sly, curious smile. ?Oh. I'm not very good at guessing ages," I giggled. The wine was starting to have an effect on me. ?Please. Humour me. I'm very interested in your opinion.? ?Umm.. OK. From the little that I have seen of her, I would hazard a guess at no more than mid thirties, at a push.? ?So, it would surprise you to know that she has been my housekeeper for the last 25 years?? I spluttered as I was taking another sip of wine. ?Oh my god! Please tell me your not some weird 'paedo' setting on 10 year old girls!? I laughed. ?No, my Princess, quite the contrary. Jennifer was 29 when I first met her, and she 'agreed' to become my housekeeper a year later.? The look of shock and confusion displayed across my painted face amused James as he sat watching me trying to make sense of his last sentence. ?Well, in that case, that would make her... erm... err... mid fifties! That can't possibly be true. You're making fun of me," I giggled. ?I would never make fun of you Rebecca, and I do sincerely hope you believe me when I say that.? James stood up from the table, walked around to me and held his hand out. Inviting me to follow him back the the large sofa. As we walked across the room, he gently held my right hand in his and cradled my left buttock in his other hand, the smell of James' aftershave, and the closeness of his body sent a warm, exciting tingling sensation rippling through my body. Once we had covered the relatively short distance from the table to the sofa, I turned to face James and rested both hands on his shoulders. ?I do believe you my Darling. You have my complete trust.? I moved my head forward and planted a large kiss on James' lips. Thankfully, this time he didn't pull away. In fact, he pulled me closer to him and responded how I had hoped he would. James' clean shaven face pushed into mine as our lips locked, and our tongues began their teasing dances against each other. My hands cupping James' face as I showed my appreciation for the evening so far in the best way I knew how. James was responsive to my mood, his right hand running across my satin clad buttocks before holding me securely around the waist, and his left hand on the back of my neck, his fingers gently stroking and tickling. In unison, we sat on the sofa, our lips and tongues never breaking stride. My right hand, with the long red nails traced a path along his torso, around his ribs and down his thigh. I felt him tremble as he continued to kiss me, which I took as a good sign and reversed the direction, gently running my nails up along the length of his back. James gently pushed my head back and started to kiss my neck. The sensations filling my my head and body were beginning to overload my senses. I needed this man in me more than I needed air in my lungs. My right hand frantically found James' groin. The bulge was more than impressive as I rubbed my red taloned fingers along the mighty shaft imprisoned within the confines of James' underwear and trousers. ?Oh yes! You filthy whore. That's nice," Panted James, before pushing me back onto the large, accommodating sofa. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he quickly undid the belt surrounding his trousers, deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting then fall from his waist to around his ankles. Almost before his trousers had fallen, James had already pushed his snug fitting white boxers to his knees, revealing the swollen prize I had been longing for all evening. I neither needed, nor waited, for any further invitation. Quickly sliding forward off the sofa and dropping to my knees. The engorged purple head of James' cock glistened with the unmistakable trail of pre cum. Gently cupping his balls with my left hand, my lips and tongue went to work on the solid, veined tool presented to me. My right hand ran the length of James' left leg, letting my new nails drag across his naked flesh, which elicited yet more uncontrolled trembling and shuddering from the firm, stocky man in front of me. As my hand reached the top of James' thigh, I moved to his butt cheeks, circling and exploring every inch whilst simultaneously pushing my head forward, desperately trying to get as much of the length of his cock in my mouth as possible. I managed to get a good three quarters of the way down his thick cock and held my position. Letting my tongue do as much as it could, given the lack of space it had to work with. My fingers continued caressing his balls and backside, the vibrations of his body transferring to the cock firmly ensconced between my lips. I moaned deeply, and held my position for several more seconds before having to release due to the need for oxygen. I took a moment to grab a few lungfuls of air before going back down on the delicious meat in front of me. The fingers of my right hand were now wrapped around the base of James' cock, gently rubbing and twisting as my head bobbed up and down along the solid length of the cock I had been craving for so long. ?That's right, you dirty fucking cock sucking bitch. Take Daddy's cock deep into that whore mouth of yours. I'm going to make you choke on my meat, then beg for more, you greedy little cunt!? Hissed James, as he put both of his hands towards the back of my head and pulled me in even deeper. I had little choice, but to try and relax my mouth and throat to accommodate the cock that was pistoning in and out of my mouth, gasping for tiny amounts of air at each and every opportunity in an attempt to remain conscious. Try as I might, I couldn't prevent myself from starting to gag as his cock pushed further and deeper to my throat. The sound of me gagging just seemed to spur James on even more. Within moments, I could feel James' tensing as the pace quickened. I knew he wasn't far from cumming, but I also knew that I needed to breathe. I dug into both of his buttocks with my long false nails, hoping this would finally tip him over the edge into the ecstasy of release. It worked. James' body stiffened as he prepared to cum. The hot sticky fluid hit the back of my throat. Each thrust from James' hips produced another blast, accompanied by a breathless obscenity. After the fourth or fifth thrust, James' grip on my head began to relax. The ferociousness of his frenzy receding with each moment, allowing me to finally draw gasps of precious air into my oxygen starved lungs. Unwanted and uncontrolled tears rolled down my cheeks. Not because I was upset, they were merely an automatic response to the gagging effect of his cock. I'd had no choice in whether or not to swallow the seed deposited in my throat, but even if the choice was offered, I would have greedily swallowed, in my efforts to become closer to James. The thrusting had now stopped. Through my tear obscured vision, I looked up at James. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smile adorned his handsome face. His hands were still resting on my head as he attempted to regain control of his breathing. I knew I hadn't finished yet though. As his mighty cock began to soften and relax, I continued to suck and lick clean the monster that had moments earlier violated my throat. I needed James to know how grateful I was that he had chosen me. The pleasurable moans emanating from James as I cleaned his cock filled me with a sense of pride and absolute pleasure. Any feeling of discomfort from the previous frantic few minutes had completely dissipated. Satisfied that I had totally drained James' cock of any cum that may have been waiting to dribble, I rose to my feet. Smiling like the proverbial cat that had got the cream, I hugged and kissed James, telling him how much I had enjoyed our little 'session'. Returning the embrace and kiss, James told me that he'd been wanting to do that to me as soon as he saw me enter the room. But, being a gentleman, he had bided his time until he was sure we were both in the mood. ?Of course! Silly!? I giggled. ?I've been in the mood all week," I continued with a wink. ?That's good to hear, Rebecca. I really do believe we are going to have a great time together.? ?As long as you're happy my Darling, then I'm happy.? ?Mmm... that's just what I wanted to hear, my Princess," James replied with a hint of a self satisfied chuckle. I felt the glow course through my body and attributed it to the look of happiness on James' face. At that moment, I felt there was nothing I wouldn't do for this man. ?There is a small cloakroom, with a basin and mirror down the corridor, near the staircase. Please go and fix your make up whilst I fix you a drink.? Although it was worded as a request, the delivery was more of a command. I didn't register it as such though. To me, it was a wonderful opportunity to make myself look nice for my man. I dutifully retrieved my purse from the sofa and made my way down the corridor in search of the cloakroom I had been instructed to use. I soon located the room in question. Despite James calling it a small cloakroom, it was in fact, larger than my bathroom at home. There was a toilet, matching bidet, a corner shower enclosure and a double basin vanity unit set below a large, well lit mirror. I wasted no time in fixing my face, using the items I had placed in my purse earlier in the evening. Satisfied that I once again looked presentable, I embarked on my return to the handsome man waiting for me. As I walked back along the corridor, I could hear James talking to someone. Although I couldn't make out what was being said. I stepped back into the room and gave a cheery, ?I'm back!? James was stood with his back to the door, talking to someone on his mobile phone. ?My guest has returned. Get it sorted. I'll call you later," he muttered into the phone. Disconnecting the call as he turned to greet me with a smile. ?Mmm... yes. That's much better Rebecca.? ?I hope I didn't interrupt anything important?? I offered, feeling genuinely concerned that James had ended his call on my account. ?Nothing to worry your pretty little head about my Princess. It was just some 'business' I was taking care of. Now you're back, you're the only business requiring my attention," He replied with a chuckle as my inner glow flowed and began to subside. ?Please, take a seat, and let us enjoy our drinks and the rest of the evening.? We both took our seats on the large comfortable sofa, the scent of our oral intercourse from minutes earlier faintly lingering in the air. The faint smell was enough to flood my senses and trigger only the good emotions associated with the almost 'brutal' blowjob. James handed me a freshly filled glass of wine. With his right arm outstretched along the back of the sofa, and his left hand resting on my stockinged knee, he asked for my thoughts on how the evening had gone so far. ?I couldn't have hoped for anything more Darling. It has certainly exceeded my expectations in every way. I haven't felt this happy in a very long time," I finished my sentence by leaning forward and kissing James, just to reiterate how happy I was to be in his company. ?That's fantastic to hear Rebecca. I have a few surprises lined up for this weekend that I'm sure you are going to love. After all, I just want my Princess to be happy.? ?Ooh! Surprises! Do tell," I giggled, enjoying the sensation running through me. ?All in good time Rebecca. I don't want to spoil anything for you. But I'm sure you will love what I have in store for you. Please drink up, there's absolutely no chance of us running out of wine.? The wine really was delicious, and although I hadn't planned on drinking too much, James' suggestion seemed like such a good idea that I readily raised the glass to my lips. ?Talking of surprises," James continued. ?I hope you weren't too shocked when Jennifer served our meals? I know how much you value your secrecy regarding this side of your personality, and I decided against mentioning her earlier as I didn't want you having second thoughts about visiting, but please rest assured that Jennifer has no qualms at all with you being a cross dresser. She fully understands the intricacies involved, and her discretion is absolute.? I smiled, and nodded. Wondering where this was heading. ?It may also interest you to know that when I met Jennifer all those years ago, she was, in fact called Jonathan.? James chuckled as a combined look of confusion and amazement crossed my face. ?You mean that Jennifer is, in fact, a man?!?? I gasped. Trying to process what I had just been told. ?Well, not so much a 'man' any more, as I'm sure you could tell from her appearance. Although she came to me in a similar way that you did, she did eventually decide to fulfil her desire to become feminized. Obviously, back in the day, the processes weren't available that are available now. She has served me loyally for the last 25 years, throughout which I have been able to cultivate a group of cutting edge specialists, which has enabled her to realise her dream and I'm sure you'll agree that she looks fabulous for someone approaching their 55th birthday.? I took a large gulp of wine, which pretty much drained the glass in my hand. James was immediately on hand to top up my drink. ?You could say that Jennifer has been my 'Guinea pig', where she has become the outstanding success of the procedures which are a result of many years of research and investment. This is what I can offer you, my Princess. But please rest assured that it's not something I would 'force' on anyone. It would need to be a decision made of your own free will. All I will say on the matter is that it would please me no end for you to become the youthful, beautiful woman that I know you desire to be. Living alongside me in happiness and luxury. You do want to please me, don't you Rebecca?? My head was spinning. Could what James just told me actually be true? Admittedly, Jennifer 'did' seem on the tall side for a woman, but that wasn't a totally uncommon sight nowadays. Other than the height 'issue', there was absolutely nothing to suggest she had once been a man. Her appearance was the stuff that teenage boys dreamt about. Could I actually bring myself to go down the same route? The thought was certainly intriguing, but what of my life as Kevin? My family, friends, home and job? I found myself seriously considering the implications. My home and job were quickly dismissed from the equation as unimportant, given the life of luxury on offer to me. Could, and would, my family still accept me should I accept James' offer? I was broken from my reverie by James refilling my glass yet again. I didn't recall drinking the last glassful. ?Rebecca?? James held my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. ?I'm sorry Darling. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment there.? ?That's quite alright my Princess. As I explained, the offer will stand, but it will be entirely your choice. Don't worry, that's the last time I will mention it unless you decide to ask me about it. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything," With another of his trademark smiles, James leaned forward and gave me a long lingering kiss that made my heart flutter, almost skipping a beat. James' comforting words made me feel at ease once again. It was becoming impossible not to like this charming man. It was almost as if he held some kind of spell over me, but that was just a silly thought fleeting through my mind. ?Drink up my darling. It's time I showed you the master bedroom, where we are going to have a lot of fun pleasing each other all night. And I 'know' that you want to please me, don't you Princess?? Quickly finishing what must have been my seventh or eighth glass of wine of the evening, I responded to James' question with a broad smile and a long seductive kiss whilst running my fingernails down his torso. Not requiring any further confirmation on my part, James took me by the hands as I stood and wobbled slightly, due to the effects of the wine, before leading me upstairs to his bedroom for the promised night of passion. The master bedroom, on the first floor, was twice as large as the room I had dressed in, earlier in the evening. The ceiling had a large number of recessed halogen bulb spotlights, the floor was covered in a soft, thick cream coloured carpet. The walls were painted in the most delicate shade of caramel and were adorned with tasteful portraits of female nudes in varying poses. The large bed to my right was an oak four poster with a cream canopy. The bed had matching units to either side. To my left, there were two double doorways and as my eyes swept across the large room, there were French doors and a balcony offering the same view as my room upstairs, framed by luxurious cream coloured curtains that looked like they'd never been closed. On the far wall, to my right, was a long mirrored dressing table, similar to the one I had made use of upon my arrival this evening, but this one was even longer and had more drawers. Finally, there was yet another double doorway leading off the room. ?What do you think sweetheart?? asked James. He was stood behind me, his arm gently cradling my waist in an effort to keep me upright after the excess of wine I had drunk. ?Wow! It's gorgeous. And huge!? I replied breathlessly. ?You really sleep in here alone?? ?Not tonight I don't, my darling," James whispered towards my ear as he started to kiss my bare shoulder and run his hands down the length of my body. ?Mmmm... is that because you won't be alone tonight, or because you don't plan on sleeping?? I giggled. ?Well, when you put it like that... a combination of the two. But before we get to the main event, let me give you a very brief guided tour. The first door to your left is the en suite bathroom, the second door is my dressing room. On the opposite wall is 'your' dressing table and the final door leads to 'your' dressing room.? ?What do you mean by 'my' dressing table and dressing room?? I asked, trying to make it sound like an innocent question. ?If you are to become my 'lady', then of course you will need a full room to house your outfits and shoes etc. Don't you agree?? ?I assumed that the dressing room upstairs...? James interrupted me with, ?Oh, you silly girl. When you become MY lady, you will have everything you need on hand. There will be no need to run from floor to floor. The second floor is reserved for guests, and I want you to become much more than 'just' a guest. It would please me no end for you to be my 'lady', and you DO want to please me, don't you Princess?? Revelling in the mixture of alcohol, the sumptuousness of the surroundings, the soothing, hypnotic tone of James' voice and the inner glow from being called his Princess, I turned to face James. Cupping his face in my hands, I planted a big kiss on his lips and told him that all I wanted to do was please him in any way I could. ?Good girl," he smiled. Holding my hand, he led me towards the huge, inviting four poster bed. Stood beside the bed, James quickly, and expertly undid the bow of the halter neck of the dress. The feel of the satin flowing across my smooth skin as it fell to the floor was fantastic. He then removed the silicone breast forms from the cups of the red lacy bra and discarded them to one side, telling me that he didn't care for breast forms, although they were a necessary evil to begin with. ?Hmm... the piercing looks lovely my darling. Is it still sore?? he asked, as he looked me up and down. ?It's not too bad, as long as I dont catch it on my clothing.? He gently took hold of my hips and turned me so I was facing the bed and away from him. The next item to be removed was the bra, which made sense, seeing as there was no reason for it to be worn any more. He stood for a moment, letting his hands caress my semi naked body, kissing and nibbling my shoulders before slowly making his way downwards, using his tongue and lips to great effect along my spine and the small of my back. The pleasure was intense. I was already unsteady on my legs and this was compounding the issue. I reached out with my left arm and gripped the corner post of the bed to stop me from crumbling into a heap Once past the small of my back, I could feel James removing my red lacy panties before the pleasure of his lips and tongue returned, but this time across the cheeks of my backside. This went on for several minutes, with just an occasional pause in proceedings as I assumed he was removing his own clothing. My assumption proved to be correct, as he started working his way back up. I could feel the heat of his naked masculine body pressed up against mine. With his hands firmly holding my shoulders, he guided me slowly and safely forward on to the bed. I inched forward and lifted each knee up onto the bed and thrust my arse back hoping to find his naked, erect cock. I wasn't disappointed, and gently undulated my my hips, making the swollen head of his member rub seductively against my fuck hole. I heard James sniffing something, and caught the unmistakable scent of poppers. ?Here you go Darling. This will help you relax," whispered James. I inhaled deeply from the small brown bottle in my hand, and the expected rush hit me moments later. I expected to feel James' cock probing my willing arse, as had happened the previous weekend and was pleasantly surprised to feel his tongue licking and probing my most private of places. The poppers were doing a good job of relaxing my body with every sniff, but they weren't having the same effect as they had on our previous encounter. After a couple of minutes of rimming and nuzzling my boy cunt, James began to apply a liberal amount of lube in and around my arse. Working one, then two fingers, in and around my hole, making sure I was ready for the main event. I felt the head of his cock nudging my hole and I responded by pushing myself back to meet it. I didn't remember being fucked by his monster of a cock on our last meeting, but had assumed that I must have taken it at some point throughout the night. The girth of James' meat was stretching my hole, in a good way. I really wanted to feel him fully inside me, for us to be one. After all, I 'did' want to please him. I inhaled deeply from the bottle in my hand, and pushed back against the might of James' tool as though I was trying to push him away. After several seconds of pushing, I relaxed, and so did my sphincter. There was a barely audible 'plop' as James' well lubed cock slid into my dark, welcoming fuck hole. There was some pain, but a good sniff of the poppers soon put an end to that. ?Mmmm... yes darling. That feels soooo very good," I almost cried out. ?I so need you to fuck me and make me yours.? ?Don't worry Princess, you're in for a good fucking tonight. That, I can promise you," replied James as he withdrew almost the full length of his cock before sliding it as far as it would go, back into my hungry arse. We quickly developed a rhythm where I would push against his cock as he forced it further and deeper into my cunt. The sensations were fantastic, aided by the bottle of poppers that I occasionally passed back to James. After what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably more like 5, James withdrew his heavily swollen cock from my gaping hole and climbed onto the bed. His cock glistened with the lube and pre cum leaking from it's tip. I knew what I wanted, and wasted no time in going to work on his magnificent member with my mouth and tongue. ?Mmmm.... ass to mouth! You wickedly delightful, filthy little fuckslut!? I merely managed a muffled mumble of agreement as I continued to devour the cock slowly inching its way towards my throat, coming up for breath only when I needed to. On most of these occasions, James would be ready with another hit of poppers for me. My head was spinning, and I was having the time of my life, feasting on such a lovely hard cock. Hearing the moans and groans of pleasure emanating from James just made me want to continue pleasing him in any way I could. As much as I was getting pleasure from the sex, the bigger turn on was knowing that James was thoroughly enjoying my attentions. I could feel James start to twitch and tense. I sensed that my prize would soon be with me, but James lifted my head from his lap. ?That felt gorgeous Rebecca, but I don't want to cum just yet. We have the rest of the night to enjoy.? My disappointment at not getting to swallow my second load of cum this evening lasted barely a moment, as James pulled me up towards him and embraced me in his muscular arms. Kissing and caressing my neck, face and lips with me returning his kisses with an unbridled passion. We laid entwined for about 15 minutes. Laying quietly, listening to the rhythm of each others breathing. The silence wasn't awkward at all. I was just happy to be in his bed, and in his arms. Eventually, it became obvious that James was ready for 'Round 2' and this time he had me straddle his cock to lower myself down on it. I reached over to the bedside cabinet to the left of James to grab the lube and poppers. As expected, there was the tube of KY jelly we had been using, and the open bottle of poppers. There was also another slightly larger bottle, with it's cap screwed in placed. I just assumed that it was a different brand of poppers, although there was no label showing. I handed the poppers to James as I dealt with the lube. A liberal amount was applied between the cheeks of my arse and I smiled as I rubbed lube up and down the length of James' cock, feeling it stiffen ever so slightly, with my fingers wrapped around it. I leaned forward and kissed James passionately. ?So? You ready for the next round lover?? ?Oh god yes! You're going to get a really good fucking you horny fucking bitch!? he grinned. With that said, he pulled my head down to the open bottle of poppers. ?You're going to need a good sniff of these, slut!? With the buzz of the poppers affecting my senses, I lowered myself onto the thick cock standing proud beneath me. It felt so very good, and filled me completely. I sat for a moment, getting reaccustomed to the thickness and gently started rocking my hips back and forth. Grinding my arse cheeks into James' groin. Leaning forward, James and I kissed passionately. He had put the poppers back on the bedside table and now had both hands on my arse, lifting it slightly so he could give the occasional upward thrust, causing me to elicit a little yelp, just to remind me that he was in charge. After a few minutes, James moved things up a gear. Lifting his knees, bringing me forward so that I had to grab the headboard with both hands or risk concussion from having my head knocked repeatedly against the heavy oak frame of the bed as he slammed upwards. James asked if I was OK as he shoved his thick cock deeper and harder into my pussy. I nodded, and mumbled a yes, but the look on my face betrayed me as I clenched my eyes shut with each thrust being more forceful than the last. ?Here Princess. Take a good, deep breath," panted James as he temporarily slowed things down to dose me with another hit of poppers. I did as instructed, and inhaled deeply from the bottle. Hoping that the 'buzz' would take the edge off the sharp stabbing pain this new position was causing. The 'buzz' did arrive as expected, but this time was quickly followed up by a wave of euphoria that sent my mind into unexplored realms. Something similar to a 'K Hole', but far more intense. I hadn't noticed James opening the slightly larger bottle from the bedside table. The last thing I think I heard, as James pulled me very close to him, whispering the first of many statements in my ear. ?You WILL do anything I ask, because you DO want to please ME. You worthless fucking Bitch!? The following morning I awoke with a dull throb pulsating around my head. As the fog cleared from my eyes, I attempted to make sense of my strange surroundings. The late summer morning sun was streaming through the large French doors, giving the room an almost ethereal feel. I felt like a Princess in a fairytale. The confusion gradually lifted as I realised that this was, in fact, my bedroom. Or, more to the point, OUR bedroom. The one I shared with James. I glanced around, and the alarm clock at the side of the bed informed me that it was almost 8am. How could I have slept so late? I'm sure James would be waiting downstairs for me. I arose from my luxurious bed and headed towards the double doors of the en suite bathroom. Even though I had never actually been in this room before, it didn't register as a new location in my mind. My only concern was to shower and make myself look pretty for James. James liked me to look pretty for him, and I only wanted to please my man. I stared at the large walk in shower, wondering how to operate it. After a couple of minutes of randomly pressing buttons and turning dials, the water started flowing. Pleased with myself, I sat on the toilet and did what I needed to do. After wiping myself and flushing the toilet. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror mounted above the large vanity unit that housed two wash basins. The mirror image that greeted me had obviously seen better days. My make up was a complete mess and my hair was tangled. I was still wearing the necklace and earrings from the previous night. I removed the long brunette wig and the jewellery. Being very careful not to misplace the pretty trinkets. I then unclipped the stockings from my garter belt and carefully rolled them down each leg and placed them on top of the wig at the side of the left hand wash basin. Finally, the garter belt was removed and placed with the rest of the items. The large mirror was framed at either end by a tall, wall mounted cabinet. I opened the one nearest to me, hoping to find baby wipes to take the bulk of last nights make up off my face. The cabinet instead housed an array of expensive aftershaves, shaving equipment and the expected toothpaste, toothbrush, floss etc. This was obviously James' side. Closing the cabinet door, I moved to the one on my right and was relieved to find facial cleansing wipes, an assortment of moisturising creams, feminine deodorants and of course, my toothbrush and toothpaste. Although I had no recollection of placing my toothbrush in here. Using a couple of the facial wipes, I quickly removed the excess of the make up that remained on my face before stepping into the welcoming steaming shower. The hot water felt amazing as it cascaded over my head and down my smooth naked body. Looking around the shower enclosure for some form of shower gel, there was a tiled recess which housed 2 distinct sets of lotions and shower gels. It was obviously one set for me, and the other set for James as I really didn't see James as the type of man to was himself with a Japanese Rose & Lily bodyscrub. It was perfect for me though. I lathered up the body scrub and proceeded to give myself a thorough clean. I impressed myself by being able to shut the shower off much quicker than I had got it started, although that was probably more good luck, than good judgement on my part. After drying myself off with one of the fabulously soft and fluffy towels, I checked out the array of moisturisers in 'my' cabinet, choosing one that promised a youthful radiant glow. My bathroom regime was completed with a delightful floral bodyspray. I returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed and fully awake and was surprised to see that the bed had been made. Jennifer must have been in the room whilst I was showering. No wonder James valued her so highly. She was very efficient. I wan