Another Lesson for Brandi
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Being Brandi
I was surprised that Brandi had selected me as her roommate. I
had answered her classified ad, and we had met over coffee. She was
stunningly beautiful and very sophisticated. She wore a form fitting
white suit with gold buttons at that first meeting. The short skirt
showed her sleek legs encased in shimmering stockings, and I struggled
to maintain eye contact. I was a short, slightly built man wearing
jeans and a sweatshirt, and I assumed she would want someone more like
her to share her house.
A few days later she called me and asked if I'd like to see the
house before I made a decision. I was new to the city and staying in a
cheap hotel so the decision was easy, but I still rushed over. She
greeted me at the door wearing a long purple satin robe that did little
to hide her matching bra and panties underneath. She was so utterly
confident in herself that she was not self-conscious whatsoever. She
gave me a tour and showed me the room I would have. It had a balcony
that looked out over the private pool. I could not believe she was
willing to rent this for so little.
"I don't need a roommate, darling," she said as she brought me a
glass of wine. She curled on the couch freely letting her robe fall
away all the way to her waist.
"It's just that I like having someone around," she continued.
"Well, it's a beautiful home, and I'd love to have it," I said.
"Before you decide, there is something you should know," she
said.
"Yes?"
"Darling, I am a transsexual," she said. She said it offhand as
if she was just telling me she had a cat. I processed this in my head
trying to reconcile that the gorgeous woman in front of me was a man.
"You're a guy? But you're so beautiful," I blurted out. She
smiled.
"You're sweet. I think that's why I'd like you as my roommate. I
can see that sweetness in you."
"Thank you," I blushed. I considered it for a moment and decided
I didn't care about her gender and it wasn't my business.
"I'd still like to live here," I said.
"Wonderful, darling. A toast then to new roommates and friends."
I moved in the next day. I assumed she must be independently
wealthy because she didn't work but could sure spend money. She would
come home almost every day with some new item of clothing or something
for the house. We got along really well and spent most evenings having
long chats. She had a certain air about her; that she was completely
superior to everyone she came in contact with. It wasn't arrogance;
just total confidence. I had lived there a few months, and I felt very
close to Brandi. I had the sense though that I was more like a pet or
mild amusement to her.
I came home from work on a Friday worn out from a long week. I
flopped on the couch, and she brought me a glass of wine.
"Darling, you look awful," she said.
"Thanks a lot."
"Why don't you go take a hot bath and relax? I've ordered Chinese
for dinner." I considered this because I only had a shower in my
bathroom.
"You can use my bathroom," she said. Soon I was luxuriating in
her massive bathtub. It was more like a hot tub. I had poured some of
her lilac bubble bath in. I must have been in there an hour, but it
seemed like just minutes when she yelled that dinner had arrived. I
stepped out of the water and dried myself off; noticing how soft my
skin was from the bubble bath. I realized I had not brought my robe and
did not want to put my dirty clothes back on.
"Uh, I forgot my robe. Could you grab it for me?" I yelled.
"Just use mine. Hurry, the food is getting cold," she yelled back
from the kitchen.
I looked at the shiny yellow satin robe hanging on the bathroom
door. It had white lace trim. I slipped it on and felt it slide softly
against my skin. It was a little long and hung to the floor. I tied the
wrap and went to the kitchen.
"Don't you look adorable, darling," Brandi said as I entered. I
did my best imitation of a curtsey, and she laughed. I felt refreshed
after the bath and we laughed and talked while we ate. Soon, we were
opening the third bottle of wine. Brandi gave me a pointed look as if
surveying me.
"What?" I asked.
"Darling, would you indulge me? Seeing you in that robe has me
thinking." It must have been too much wine because I consented and soon
was sitting at her dressing table. I was wearing pink satin panties,
matching bra, silky white thigh highs and a short pink lace robe.
Brandi was applying makeup but wouldn't let me look in the mirror.
"This is crazy," I said.
"It's fun. Besides, you look so precious."
She finished my makeup and stood back to examine her work. Then
she went in the closet and came back with a short blonde wig that she
put on my head. Finally, I slipped on a pair of white pumps with four
inch heels. They fit perfectly, and I considered that we had the exact
same size foot.
I stood a little unsteady from the wine and the heels, and Brandi
led me to the full-length mirror. I gasped looking at my reflection. A
pretty woman stared back at me. Her lips were pink and pouty. Her
blonde hair framed her face and brushed her shoulders. Next to me stood
Brandi. With my pink shades of makeup, blonde hair and pink lingerie, I
was in sharp contrast to her ruby red lips, her long mane of auburn
hair and the black satin gown she wore.
"Well?" She asked. I continued to stare at myself and finally
giggled. I didn't intend it to, but I sounded like a silly girl.
"I look pretty amazing," I replied. Brandi always wore heels. Now
with both of us standing in heels, I realized we were the exact same
height.
"You actually look a lot like me," she laughed. "You could pass
as my sister. I'll call you Janet."
We played dress up with some of her outfits, and I have to admit
I did have fun. I modeled a silver evening dress for her then a yellow
satin suitdress. I wanted to try on a beautiful little black dress she
had but she told me it didn't go with my makeup.
I went to sleep that night still in my pink bra and panties. Soon
our little dress up sessions became a regular event. I became quite
good at doing my own makeup. Brandi would always only let me wear pink
shades and only the light tones of clothes. She reserved the dramatic
blacks and reds and purples for herself. While occasionally I thought I
was being weird, I brushed it off that I was just having fun and
getting to know my roommate better. However, I did admit that I loved
how the clothes felt and was soon sleeping in satin every night.
One Friday night I was laying on Brandi's bed while she prepared
for a date. I was in a green satin nightgown, white thigh highs and
strappy white sandals. I watched as she slipped into a black and silver
corset and slid shimmery black stockings on. I helped her fasten the
garters. I zipped up her silver lame dress for her and kneeled down to
fasten the buckles on her silver heels since she couldn't bend well in
the corset. She blew me a kiss and floated out of the room.
Brandi had dressers of lingerie. "My" lingerie, what she allowed
me to wear was all in one. I had never opened the other drawers but
that evening I did. Soon, as if biting the forbidden fruit, I slipped
into a black satin gown that laced up the sides. I admired myself in
the mirror then decided my white stockings didn't suit. I rolled on
black fully fashioned stockings and slid into her black feather trimmed
slippers with four inch heel. I felt so sexy and strong. I added black
satin gloves and a sheer feather lined robe to my outfit and posed in
front of the mirror. I was so aroused.
I found myself on the bed, legs spread wide, touching myself. I
imagined being Brandi on her date; enticing him with my beauty,
seducing him with my sexuality. After gratifying myself, I felt ashamed
about the erotic thoughts I'd had for another man and quickly removed
all the lingerie. I slept in boxers that night.
I continued to dress with Brandi, and it became more and more
frequent. Soon she coaxed me out of the house; first on a shopping
trip. Soon after we were going to clubs. She was always the sexy vamp.
I was always the cute one. I might be dressed in a denim mini skirt
while she was in a black satin dress. She took to calling me her
sister. We even went on a few double dates that she set up. After one
such, from my balcony I heard the two guys talking on their way to the
car.
"God, Brandi is so hot!"
"Yeah, Janet was cute, but Brandi just makes you want to jump
her."
Life went on for about six months. At Brandi's urging, I quit my
job and became Janet virtually full time. Brandi even offered to pay
for breast implants for me. She had suggested a nice B cup. While
waiting in the procedural room, I told the doctor I wanted breasts
identical to Brandi's. He had done hers too. After several days of pain
and swelling, I had a beautiful pair of D cups.
"Brandi, can I borrow a bra until I go shopping?"
"Darling, I really doubt my bra will fit you," she replied with a
dismissive laugh.
"Oh, I think they'll fit just perfectly," I said with a smile and
went to put on a pink satin one of hers. Brandi entered the room as I
was adjusting myself in the cups, and she gasped a little.
"Those are not B cups." She said.
"No," I smiled and cupped my breasts with my hands, "They're
D's."
While beautiful and sexy and smart, Brandi did not like to be
bothered with the mundane. One task she loathed was banking and bill
paying. She gave me the passwords to her accounts, and I handled it all
for her. I also did all the grocery shopping. Fortunately, we had a
maid or I would have had to do that too.
One afternoon I entered Brandi's room and found her packing a
suitcase.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Oh, darling, did I not mention? I'm going to Europe for a few
weeks."
As soon as her Mercedes pulled out of the garage, I was in her
room slipping off my white bra and panties and sliding into a black
satin nightgown with gold trim. I slept in her bed that night;
pleasuring myself imagining a man finding me the sexy one and her the
cute one.
The next morning I kept the nightgown on and put on the matching
robe and the black mules with four inch heel. I wandered around the
house thinking what I would change if it were mine. Slowly, an idea
began to form in my mind. I called Brandi's stylist and made an
appointment for that afternoon.
Dressed in a leopard print suit with black fur trim and a skirt
that ended well above my knees, silky seamed black stockings, and black
patent pumps, all from Brandi's closet, I entered the salon.
"Janet, you look fabulous. That's a pretty sexy look for you,"
Darlene, the stylist said as I strutted to the chair.
"I'm trying a new look and a new me," I answered dismissively.
A few hours later, my auburn mane of hair cascaded down my back
and around my breasts. My nails were an inch long with French tips, and
my makeup was dramatic with pouty red lips and smoky eyes. I surveyed
myself in the mirror.
"You look just like Brandi," Darlene said.
"I suppose I do, darling."
At home, I replayed Brandi's answering machine message over and
over and practiced the husky, sexy tone of her voice. The phone rang,
and I picked it up without thinking.
"Hello, darling. This is Brandi," I said in an exact imitation of
her.
"Brandi, you sound more sexy every time I talk to you!" A male
voice said.
"Thank you, darling, but who is this?" I asked coyly. It was
Jake, a gorgeous man who Brandi dated frequently. Soon I had a dinner
date.
I opened the door and posed letting Jake get an eyeful. My hair
was piled up on my head with delicate strands hanging down. My black
satin dress with spaghetti straps hugged every curve of my body. The
thigh high slit showed my silky legs and the tops of my stockings.
I had a wonderful time. Jake took me to one of the best
restaurants in town. Afterward we took a drive, and I snuggled close to
him, resting my hand on his thigh. I enjoyed how he soon began to
squirm, and I lightly brushed the erection in his pants. Back at the
house, I invited Jake in for a nightcap.
I lifted my hair and had Jake unzip my dress.
"Fix me a martini, darling. I'm going to change," I said.
I returned still wearing my black satin corset, panties and
stockings, but I had added a sheer black robe with feather trim and
black satin gloves. I again let Jake gape at my beauty.
My first night with a man was everything I had imagined. Jake
explored every inch of my body. I loved the weight of his body on mine
as he spread my legs and eased onto me. The hardness of his cock
throbbed against my panties. My own cock was practically bursting from
its satin enclosure. I stroked him softly with my satin glove;
marveling at the power I had as a woman. While I was the submissive
one, I was the one in control, and I loved it.
I lifted my hips and guided Jake into my virgin hole. At first it
was painful. Slowly a warmth spread through my whole body and I was
thrusting against him to get him deeper in me. He grunted as he fucked
me, and I moaned in pleasure. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me
against him; shoving his cock in and out of me. I cried out as he came
inside me, and my own cock spurted in my panties.
The next morning, I awakened him by stroking his cock. It grew
hard in my hand, and he opened his eyes.
"Last night was amazing," he said.
"Yes, I know."
"That was the best sex we've ever had." I smiled and rewarded him
by putting my lips on his dick.
A week passed, and I slept with several of Brandi's, I mean my,
men.
A few weeks later Brandi opened the door and was met with
multiple surprises. First, an exact twin of her was on the couch
dressed in her gold lame evening gown. Second, that twins legs were
spread wide, and Jake was kneeling in front of her; servicing her. The
twin looked at her disdainfully.
"Hello, darling," I said.
"What the hell is going on here?" She yelled. It was the first
time I'd seen her not fully composed.
"Why Janet, it's so sweet of you to imitate my look, but do you
really think you pull it off?" I asked and pushed Jake's head back down
to continue his duty.
"Janet? Why did you call me that?" She yelled again. Her voice
quivered a little. I shuddered a little as Jake finished his work, and
I came in his mouth.
"Good boy. Now run along. Janet and I have some things to
discuss." Jake left, and I stood. In my five inch heels I was a little
taller than her.
"Look, you bitch! I've had enough of this. Play time is over!"
She yelled.
"Darling, calm down. Have a drink." I handed her a martini. The
drug in the drink worked quickly, and she fell onto the couch.
When Janet awoke she was in her bed in a baby blue nightgown. She
brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Darling, I'm so glad you're awake. You've given me a scare," I
said. I sat on the side of the bed in my black robe with the feather
trim.
"Janet?" She asked looking at me confused.
"Darling, we've been through this. You're Janet. I'm Brandi."
"No, I'm Brandi," she replied uncertainly.
"Janet, what color is Brandi's hair?" I asked.
"Auburn," she answered.
"And what color is your hair?" She pulled a strand of her pageboy
cut in front of her eyes.
"Blonde"
"Yes. And what size breasts does Brandi have?" I asked.
"D cup," she answered and reached up to cup her pert little A cup
breasts.
We repeated this with all the details of Brandi's life. After she
could not access her bank accounts online, because I had changed all
the passwords, she cried a little.
"I'm Janet?" She asked.
"Of course, darling. You went through a strange stage of wanting
to be me and imitating me, but I think you're okay now."
"I did?" She asked.
"Yes, you even tried wearing my bras," I said with a laugh and
cupped my breasts.
"Now darling, I have a date tonight. Why don't you go lay out my
silver dress. I think I'll wear the black satin corset tonight," I
said.
"Ohh, you look so beautiful in that," Janet said.
"Yes, darling, I know."
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