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My Son, the Hostess
By Alice Barry
"Brandon, Mr. Bowman down at the steak house seems to think that my
daughter, Brandi is working for him as a hostess. Do you know anything
about that?"
"Well, Dad," he said, "I had been looking for a job that paid more than
minimum wage and a girl I know from school was telling me she makes $100 a
night as a hostess."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with you?"
"I sort of - well - stop at Cindy's house every afternoon after school,
change into a slinky hostess gown and go to work."
"And how long have you been doing this? Is this a lifestyle choice we need
to talk about?"
We talked, and we talked and we talked some more.
Brandon's mother died when he was four. I raised him with the help of my
life partner, Jim. Brandon has always known that his dad was gay; and I
always suspected that Brandon was a chip off the old block.
My wife, Melissa always thought she could change anything. She thought that
if we got married, she could change me. I guess she did for a while, but
the urge kept coming back. Much as I did not want to be married anymore, I
did not want anything to happen to my wife or child.
A drunk driver killed Melissa. His car tore her car in half. Melissa was
killed instantly. Brandon did not suffer a scratch but was emotionally
scarred. He became afraid that he would lose me too and would scarcely let
me out of his sight.
Brandon grew up. Never large, kind of soft and quiet. Brandon is a good
boy. Brandon was good student, but the last to be picked for athletic
games.
When Brandon was 12 he came to tell me that he had a crush on another boy
in his class. I had been all through the birds and the bees thing years
before and he knew what gay meant. We talked about what he planned to do
about it, and at the time was nothing. Just a crush.
As Brandon got older, we welcomed his friendship with Cindy. Perhaps he
would not be gay after all. Cindy introduced him to Frank. Frank was a
couple years older, had a hard muscled body, and dark features. Every sissy
boy's dream!
So we are back to the steak house. Brandon goes by Cindy's house and gets
dressed. She helps him with hair and makeup and helps him buy pretty work
clothes. Brandon says the big tips go to the girls that flash a lot of
cleavage.
"Ok, I understand about the tips, but where do you get the cleavage?" I
asked.
"Cindy was reading in this magazine how female impersonators pull the flesh
together with surgical tape to imitate cleavage. Then I wear padded bras to
cover the tape."
"Didn't Mr Bowman ask any questions before hiring you?"
"No, mostly he stared down the front of my top and asked how old I was. He
thought 17 was a little young but a good age to start earning some money."
"That letch, and what does Frank think about all this?"
"Frank really does not like to see me in drag, it does not turn him on. But
when he picks me up at closing time, he gets envious looks from the
waiters, and the busboys make comments in Spanish that make Frank blush."
"I am not sure I want to see you in drag either, but if it would be easier,
you can change for work at home. I see that you are keeping your grades up,
have you thought about college?"
"Frank is at State and planning to move out of the dorm next year. We are
talking about living together. If I go to State, I can continue working for
Mr. Bowman a while longer."
Jim and I sat down with the boys to talk about their plans in life. Not
many couples have been together as long as Jim and I. We wanted to be sure
that they were happy and secure enough to make their relationship last.
That was when I realized how much my son had matured.
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A few days later, we could not stand it anymore, Jim and I needed to see
for ourselves what Brandon was doing. Friday night we went out for steak.
As we walked through the door, there is this pretty young thing in a low
cut black, silk dress, high heels and perfectly coiffed hair checking
reservations.
"Hi, I'm Brandi," she said, "do you have a reservation, sir? Oh, hi Dad,
Jim! A table for two?"
I was frankly astonished. My son, the hostess! He looked beautiful; like
something in those teen magazines.
About that time, Bowman sidled up and stuck out his hand.
"So, Rob, you finally came to see how your little girl is doing? She really
gets the tips, on a busy night she must rake in $50!"
"Yes, she is looking cute," I exclaimed, "so I guess I have to protect her
from you?"
"No, her boyfriend has made it clear to everyone that she is his."
Brandi/Brandon took that pause to lead me away from Bowman. Following her
to the table, I did get a look down the top and could have sworn I saw real
breasts. Jim saw it too.
While the waiter was taking our drink order, Brandi came to be sure that he
knew I was a special customer. He rolled his eyes as she strutted away from
the table. He told me that she needed to be locked up so that the guys
could concentrate on their work.
"Jim, did you see what I saw? There is no tape on those tits."
"Maybe there is something we don't know. Are you really prepared to ask?"
Throughout the evening we saw Brandi parading many customers through the
restaurant. Obviously some had slipped her big tips to be seated in the
darkest corner or the middle of the room. One geezer without a reservation
seemed to get a prime table for a $20 bill.
As we left the restaurant, we each got a big kiss.
I waited up for Brandon to come home. Frank delivered him at 12:15 and
seeing me decided to beat a hasty retreat.
"Brandon, how much did you make in tips tonight?" I inquired.
"It was a very good night, it looks like $130."
"I guess your little deception is lucrative?"
"Yes, it is Dad. Where is this going?" he asked.
"When you leaned over our table tonight, it sure looks like you have
breasts, not padding. You want to tell me about that? Want to show me?"
"Dad, Frank is not happy with what I did, but how many jobs do you think a
young person can get that pays two people's way through college, allows
them to pay rent, and save a little? When someone comes into Bowman's for
dinner they are expecting to drop $100 or more, I made $40K in tips last
year. I surfed the 'net and found a Mexican pharmacy that would send me
female hormones. I have been through laser hair removal on my chest and
cheeks.
"Yes, I have breasts. The equipment further down is what Frank is
interested in, still works the way it always did. Frank likes the smooth
hairless skin."
"But do you want a sex change? What do you plan to do?" I asked again,
trying hard not to overreact.
"No, I am just playing a role. I am an actor, not a cross-dresser. After I
get Frank through law school and myself saddled with a computer science
degree, we can go back to being ourselves."
"So how do you go to class? I don't know many guys that are built like
you."
"I bind them down with Ace bandages for a few times in class. After that,
most of my classes are so large that nobody pays any attention to who is
there," he said.
"I am not really comfortable with it, but you are Frank's problem child
now. And I see who controls your family."
Brandon took this opportunity to begin stripping down. The top came off
first to reveal a fully packed satin bra. He had to tell me they were 36B.
He began to remove the bra when I suggested that I did not ?need' to see
everything. Once the skirt was off, I had to ask what happens to his dick.
"Oh, that is the hardest thing, no pun intended! I mash it back between my
legs, pull on a tight lycra thong and have to try real hard not to get
excited when one of the waiters bends over."
I did notice though that Brandon had obviously been working out. He told me
that the karate that I had started him on at an early age helped a lot. The
low impact workout kept him in good shape, helped maintain a lean diet, and
the round bubble butt was not half bad either.
About that time, Jim came bouncing back into the room. He wanted to know
all about the transformation of the little boy he bounced on his knee. So
the story started up all over again. I got details that were missing the
first time.
Brandon keeps in shape by working out and running a few miles a day, just
as he always has. Frank is encouraging and keeps up the routine. I found
out the Brandon spends a lot of time at Frederick's and Victoria's Secret,
looking for body enhancers. A man's butt is simply not shaped like a
girl's.
--- At Home -----
"Honey, I think you freaked out your dad."
"I had that feeling even as he was eating dinner. I saw him looking down my
dress."
"Want to come let me enjoy your body? I want to chew your nipples raw."
"I want you inside of me. I feel very vulnerable right now. I want to be
held."
Frank shifted around to approach from the front. Brandon's legs were spread
wide and back so Frank could impale his hole. Slowly getting comfortable,
Frank began nibbling on Brandon's right nipple while pumping his manhood
slowly in and out.
It was not long before Brandon had the first of many screaming orgasms that
night. Frank came and came and was totally depleted.
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Epilogue
Brandon graduated last year, summa cum laude and immediately was snapped up
by a Fortune 500 company. He will probably make CIO before he is 35.
Brandon went off the estrogen and his body began to return to normal. Some
little things do not seem to change, his hair is still thick and full; even
as the breasts retreat, the nipples seem to be as large as ever.
Frank is working at a prestigious law firm and will probably make partner
in a few years. Frank and Brandon are still together and they are "out" at
work. When I was at Frank's office last week, I noticed a picture of the
whole family on the wall, Jim and me hugging next to Brandon and Frank
kissing.
Jim and I are still together after 19 years.
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