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Title: Camping: Chapter Five: Pretty, Pretty Princess

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Princess makes himself beautiful in preparation for meeting Nicky’s plane.

Warning(s): Language, brief nudity but not for any obscene purpose.

Disclaimer: None needed. I own it all.

Note(s): None.

His packages from the toy store had already been delivered when Princess arrived back at the apartment building. He knew he was already running late – traffic on the way home had been just terrible – and quickly requested that the packages be taken upstairs and left in the front foyer of the penthouse. Then he hurried into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. He was jumpy on the ride up, due in part to the caffeine in the venti vanilla non-fat chai with honey he had stopped at Starbucks for after going to the toy store and before going to the boutique but also due in part to the caffeine in the venti vanilla non-fat chai with honey he had stopped at Starbucks for on the way home. Princess hated elevators and when given a choice between the offensive mechanical contraptions and taking the stairs he always took the stairs. But even Princess’s hatred of elevators could not make him walk to the top floor of the apartment building while carrying two shopping bags, one holding a pair of shoes in a box and the other holding his dress; the dress he absolutely could not wait to put on for Nicky. When Princess stepped off the elevator on the top floor of the apartment building where he had lived with Nicky since about a month after his eighteenth birthday he rushed over to the door of one of the only two apartments located on that floor. He juggled both bags and his second Starbucks cup of the day in his right hand while he fumbled with his keys with his left. It took a moment to get the right key – and what the hell did some of those keys on his key chain actually open? - in the lock and another moment more to turn the key and unlock the door. Then he was presented with the problem of actually getting the door open once it was unlocked. That involved giving up and dropping the bags gently on the floor of the hallway, turning the knob with the hand not holding keys and cup, then pushing the door open and scooting the bags inside with his foot. He closed the door behind him but did not lock it. The doorman would be bringing up his packages from FAO Schwartz and, hopefully, the rest of his things from Diamond’s, soon and Princess would not have time to open the door if he were going to get ready to meet Nicky at the airport.

He picked up his bags from the marble tiled floor or the foyer and carried them through the door that led to the living room. Shasta, the male half of the pair of Shih-Tzus Nicky had given him their first Christmas together was lying on the sofa asleep, something he was not allowed to do when Nicky was home. The fluffy little dog looked up and yipped when the door opened. His tail wagged several times before he rolled over on his back, paws in the air, and went back to sleep again. Any other day Princess would have scooped up his pet, kissed it on the nose, and proceeded to dance around the room with him. Today, however, he was in too much of a hurry. Princess continued into the bedroom and tossed both bags from the boutique on the bed. They nearly landed on Tinsley, the female half of the pair of Shih-Tzus Nicky had given him their first Christmas together. She stood, shaking herself so that the bell on her pink sequined collar jingled, and went to join her counterpart on the sofa in the other room. The dogs were not usually allowed on the bed either except when Princess was ill or upset and needed something warm and furry and alive – something that was not Nicky – to snuggle with. But Princess barely noticed the dog on the bed either when normally he would have picked her up for a cuddle had he found her there. Just now he did not have a moment of spare time to spend with his dogs. He should have been home half an hour ago. What had started out as a brief stop at Diamond’s had turned into…well, not a brief stop. It had completely thrown off his timing. And speaking of time it was already five o’ clock. Nicky’s plane was supposed to land at six o’ clock and Princess was feeling a sudden urge to bargain with any deities that may have been listening just then if only they would make Nicky’s plane later. He was sure the plane would not be in until at least seven o’ clock, at least that was what Nicky had said and his boyfriend had been calling after the scheduled departure time of his flight and he had still been sitting in the airport before boarding the plane. Also, there was the fact that planes were always late.

And there was that thing about people missing planes but Princess was not even going to think about that.

He reached into the first bag and took out the carefully folded dress he had purchased barely half an hour ago. Princess laid it out on the bed to provide easy access for later and reached into the second bag. He removed the shoebox then took out the matching shoes and placed them on the floor in front of the bed, ready to step into when he needed then. His heart fluttered in his chest from the excitement of seeing his boyfriend again and he had to stop and sit down on the bed beside the dress he had laid out in order to prevent what felt like the beginnings of a panic attack. If panic attacks could ever happen because of good things.

It did almost nothing to help quell the excitement bubbling up inside him. Thoughts flew through Princess’s head almost faster than he could process them. Nicky coming home tonight. Haven’t seen him in two weeks. Stupid camping trip. Stupid Aya. But we’ll have tonight alone together first. Minako coming Tuesday. Going to Izumi’s Wednesday. Going on tour with Nicky. London. Oh, God! London and Nicky!

Princess smiled and actually bounced a little in his seat on the bed – one of Raven’s mannerisms that had rubbed off on him rather quickly. He and Nicky – and the rest of Triple Flip but they could be overlooked even though it might take some doing – would be in London at the end of the tour! London was the one place Princess had always wanted to visit but never had – except for his family’s farm where he had lived for the first seventeen years of his life but he was unable to because…well, he tried not to think about that very often. He had been to Paris, Rome, Ibiza, Milan, Canada, several vacation resorts in Mexico, Brazil, Moscow, and all fifty states excluding Alaska and Hawaii. But he had never been to London and was more excited about finally going there than he had ever been about anything in his life. And the fact that Nicky had promised him something special when they got there had no bearing on his excitement. Absolutely not. None what so ever.

Right.

But London would come at the end of the summer and the tour would come next week. Right now he had to get ready to go or he would not be on time to meet Nicky’s plane. That had never happened before. Princess was rarely on time for anything – after all, he was fabulous and all the most fabulous people were fashionably late to everything, at least according to Nicky – but he always made it to the airport on time to meet Nicky’s plane. Always. That decided, he stood and pulled both of his shirts over his head at once. He dropped them then they landed on the floor. Princess slipped his shoes off. He stripped off his tight jeans and added his pink and white plaid panties to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. He loved his clothes but there would be time to pick them up later, preferably some time before Nicky returned home and found them lying on the floor.

Princess had worn a skirt – his favorite vintage Givenchy lime green and baby pink harlequin print skirt to be exact, the same one that had wound up ruined via Bellini on his bedroom floor this morning – when he had gone out clubbing last night. He had already gone through the painstaking process of shaving his legs in the shower just before leaving in preparation for wearing his favorite skirt. Now he went into the bathroom and sat down on the closed toilet seat and began to apply strawberries and cream scented lotion to his feet, up the smooth skin of his legs, and everywhere else within easy reach. He knew Nicky liked the smell of the lotion almost as much as he loved the feel of Princess’s smooth skin beneath his calloused hands. He and his boyfriend had two weeks of being apart with only the occasional phone sex to sustain them to make up for. They had only one night to do it in. Princess fully intended to get things started as soon as he could, preferably in the airport and, barring that, in the limo on the way home.

By the time he was finished the bathroom smelled of strawberries and cream, one of Princess’s favorite scents when it came to shampoos, conditioners, soaps, shower gels, and lotions. And lube, for that matter. Even so, he opened the tiny window to let the smell out but it was still going to linger even when he returned. Better the strawberries and cream smell than the smell of the polluted New York City air. To get his makeup off, he washed his face with yet more strawberry and cream smelling stuff, a special face soap for sensitive skin this time. He took the two gold and amethyst dragon fly hair clips from his hair and untwisted the purple scrunchie around his ponytail. On a normal day it took him forever to brush out his hair and flat iron it until it was straight then, with his curling iron, he would add just the slightest hint of curl to the ends. Today, however, he did not have time. He quickly brushed his hair out until it fell in soft golden waves around his shoulders. Princess returned the purple scrunchie he had worn earlier to the proper container in one of the bathroom cabinets. He parted his hair on the left side and fastened the front of it back behind his ear on the right side with hair clips much like the ones he had worn earlier except that these were made of silver and rose quartz of a light pink color that perfectly matched his new dress.

Princess studied himself intently in the mirror over the sink and frowned. There was still something missing. He needed makeup that went with his dress. Maybe just some eyeliner or mascara or something, he thought. There was really no point in putting on lipstick or lip gloss or really in even using his chapstick. It would only be smeared or kissed off by the time he returned home. Then again, he would still have it on when he met Nicky and the whole reason he was doing this was to look beautiful for his boyfriend. Even though Nicky had once confided to his boyfriend that he liked his Princess best in absolutely nothing. Princess shrugged. He still wanted to look pretty but there was no way in hell he was showing up at the airport naked. Even Princess had his limits.

He straightened one of his hair clips carefully then opened the same bathroom cabinet his hair accessories were kept in and, after a moment of considering several other colors like black and navy and light gray and chartreuse, he took out a dark gray eyeliner pencil. Princess did not try to create any dramatic effects because he did not have anywhere near enough time. Instead he stuck to simply outlining his already large, striking eyes with the gray pencil. Next he returned the pencil to the cabinet and took out a tube of black mascara and a little pot of light pink eye shadow in a color the words on the lid claimed was ‘sky blue pink.’ He applied the mascara with the little wand from the tube then used a tiny sponge to smear the sky blue pink color across his eyelids. Returning the used make up to the cabinet he caught sight of his favorite lip gloss, a metallic gold color that only looked gold in the tube. It did not really show up gold once it was on his lips but made them look shiny. He took it from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap from the tube and used the little wand to delicately paint his full pink lips with the shiny color. It would be completely kissed off by the time he came home again but Nicky would like it for the small amount of time it stayed on.

Standing back from the mirror over the sink, Princess looked at himself in the mirror. He knew he was beautiful, which was exactly what he was trying for. Without even trying he had made his eyes look larger and more dramatic, his lips look more full and kissable. Looking in the mirror it was hard to see the nineteen year old boy he knew was there somewhere. He looked like a beautiful blonde haired, blue green eyed girl even though he was obviously male. If one were inclined to look closely enough. He looked sweet. Sexy. And very much loved. The dull boy of three years ago was gone and in his place stood…something…no longer really a boy but definitely not a girl who practically shone with a sort of golden light that came from the love – and pampering and spoiling – Nicky constantly gave him.

When he finished with his make up, Princess glanced at the clock on the wall. He winced. Nicky’s plane arrived in about an hour. Fucking hell, he thought as he all but ran back through the bathroom door and into the bedroom. I should have ordered the car before I started getting ready. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He had tossed his messenger bag on the bed along with the bags from the boutique. Finding it amid the mess that still lay on the bed, Princess searched his bag, finally pulling out his cell phone. He dialed the number for the car service that kept his boyfriend’s personal limousine and ordered that the car be brought around immediately.

Then he turned his attention to the task of getting himself perfectly dressed. That was always the hardest part of getting ready to go out. However, he was sure it would be easier today since his hangover was all but gone and he already knew what he was going to wear. The temperature outside had been several degrees above ninety for the past few days. It had driven Princess inside to the air conditioned apartment but even then he considered it too hot for the stockings he always wore with is dresses. They were so itchy in the summer heat and he had fake-baked enough that it made very little difference if he wore them or not. And going sans stockings provided Nicky with better access. That decided, he opened the top drawer of the dresser and sorted through his underwear until he found a pair of light pink, almost white, silk and lace panties that closely matched the dress he had bought earlier. They were not going to stay on long, only until he and Nicky got into the limo. There was a possibility that they would not stay on even that long if there happened to be a bathroom nearby. The thought made him smile.

He slipped the almost transparent panties up his legs and stared at himself in the full length mirror. Princess frowned. Something did not look quite right there. He sighed. There are definitely drawbacks to being a boy who wears girls’ clothes, he thought. His bits never rested quite right in his panties. He sighed again and slid his hand into his underpants to adjust his bits, letting his cock rest against the small part of his stomach the tiny hipster bikini panties covered. Then he returned his attention to the mirror. That was much better but if something popped up, as it normally did in Nicky’s presence, it was also going to pop out and…well, at least his dress, never mind how short, had a full skirt. But he wished he had Raven here to dress him. When he walked the runway in the Fantasticka shows Raven always helped him get into his outfit and everything always rested perfectly inside his panties when the fashion designer adjusted things for him. Had he thought of that earlier he would have gone over to the Fantasticka offices to ask for help or called Raven and asked his friend to come over and assist him. But it was too late for that now.

Princess realized he was wasting time and returned his attention to the dress lying on the bed in front of him. The top and underskirt of his precious new dress were made of baby pink organza satin with a white mesh overskirt. The overskirt had light pink sequins sewn into it in a diamond pattern. It was sleeveless with a boat neckline and a white ribbon around the waist. He lifted the dress from the bed, unzipped the zipper in the back, and slipped into it effortlessly, ruining neither his hair nor his makeup with a skill that came only from practice. The hardest part of getting dressed so far was zipping the dress up the back but even that was accomplished without any of the messes Princess was usually known for.

There would not be time to clean the bedroom later because Princess had every intention of going directly there the moment he and Nicky got home. Nicky was not going to like the state the bedroom was in if he saw it. In fact – quelle horror­ – it might be enough to make his boyfriend forget all about the sex they had not had in two weeks and demand that Princess clean up his mess. Of course with that scenario, there might be a spanking in Princess’s future so it would not be all bad. But he still preferred being tossed on the bed – or any other available surface, really – and ravished. With a huge sigh because cleaning was so the housekeeper’s job, Princess picked up his discarded clothing and put it in the basket in the bottom of the closet where Nicky had informed him that all of his dirty clothing had to go. Then he dropped both of the bags, the shoe box, and all of the tissue paper on the floor and kicked it under the king sized bed. Nicky would never think to look under the bed for a Princess-made mess and Princess could put it in the trash later.

Princess’s cell phone rang just as he was lifting his left foot to put it in one of the shiny baby pink strappy BCBG sandals with two inch heels sitting in front of the bed. The heels were small for Princess who usually preferred at least three or four inches added to his height. He picked up his phone and opened it. The number on the LCD screen was not one he recognized. “Hello?” he asked, remembering Helena, the girl who had stalked Nicky relentlessly and nearly killed Princess just before Christmas. Hers had been the last number to show up on his LCD screen that he did not recognize.

“Mr. Gellar, sir, this is Clifford. I’ve brought the car around just as you’ve ordered,” the voice from the phone said.

Princess made an exasperated sound and blew a stray piece of hair out of his face. “It’s Princess,” he said, his inner bitch coming out briefly. “How many times do I have to tell you?” Fucking chauffeur was a fucking imbecile and Nicky was not here to tell him he had to be nice to the hired help. “I’ll be down in a minute,” he continued without giving the poor man time to answer. The driver was not new. He had been hired just after the fiasco with Helena, the former driver having aided the girl in her attempts on Princess’s life. With a dramatic roll of his eyes Princess snapped his phone shut. He and Nicky were going to have a serious talk about this chauffeur when his boyfriend returned home.

He tossed the phone down on the bed again and slid his feet into his shoes, first the right, then the left. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Princess adjusted the straps across his toes then buckled the ankle straps. He picked up a gold chain with a single manatee charm from the nightstand and fastened it around his neck. Manatees were his favorite animals and the necklace had been a gift from Nicky on his seventeenth birthday. He put his phone into a smaller multi-colored Louis Vuitton bag, found his credit card in the larger bag he had taken shopping with him earlier, and added that to the smaller bag. His bag almost full, he stood from the bed and looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. Princess smiled at his reflection, happy that he looked good and confident that Nicky would think him beautiful. Not that Nicky ever thought he was not beautiful.