A long time ago … well several months at any rate … I booked in at the Manchester Portland Street Premiere Inn in preparation for Sparkle 2009.
For me, last years Sparkle experience had been a little mixed, but I decided to give it another go. My hope was that if I spent a little more time getting to grips with what was due to happen that I’d end up with a better experience.
Towards the end of last week I’d got to the stage of wondering if it was worth the effort. Hectic weeks at work seem to have that kind of effect on me. A weekend of doing nothing somehow seemed very appealing.
However on the evening of Thursday, July 09 09, the preparations begin.
A soak in the bath and a little time with the Bic razor. Maybe one day I’ll try the waxing experience. But today is not that day.
My nipples survive intact.
I remember a few years back on my second trip ever out in the big wide world in a skirt. Listening to Fiona Floyd in conversation with a guy about the merits and otherwise of the t-girl experience. She mentioned that if he’d never felt the swish of clothing against newly shaved legs then he should try it – even if he never got round to trying on a skirt. And there is something very nice about the feeling.
Nail polish. A bright red shade from Rimmel. I recently discovered that it comes with a newly designed brush. And it seems to work. I can actually paint each nail with three strokes.
Sally asks me about the red spots on the carpet.
Either my nipples are not so intact as I thought, or the new nail polish brush got me over excited.
The nipples are fine.
I decide that it’s best to let it dry a little and work out how to clean it up in the morning.