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Becoming Brandee
Chapter one:
My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of
computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the
internet.
"Is this the man you have been telling me about?"
"It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of
the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking
him and the way he thinks."
She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of her
thoughts."
This would be a good time to explain. I am a lovely middle-aged
crossdresser. I, however, prefer the label, gender playful. My wife is
an accepting woman who understands that as a transgendered person I do
desire real time girlie expression. I am fortunate to live out many of
my feminine desires and have support from my wife and a few friends who
know of me as Jennifer. I do get occasional times to play as Jennifer
out in public settings. When I don't go out as a girl I do enjoy
chatting with others online who take my feminization seriously and
playfully. And recently, it was online that I met Richard.
Richard is a former cd himself. Upon retirement he has now found
himself no longer an active crossdresser but a man of means who both
enjoys and can afford the luxury of helping a cd girl realize some of
her more creative dreams. This, of course, intrigued me greatly. Even
though I was grateful to be a girl-next-door type of girl, I have always
had desires that went to the extreme and adventurous. My mind
occasionally raced with ideas that would push any cd girl to the limit
whether it was to be a bride or work as a woman. Richard found my ideas
remarkable and they seemed to resonate deliciously with creative ideas
of his own. And, we genuinely liked each other. We both found the
other easy to talk to regarding such amazing thoughts. My wife was glad
that I had found a sane and mindful man to share my more extreme girlie
wants.
As Julie looked over my shoulder gracing one of my typing arms one with
her soft hands she perused the IM conversation Richard and I were
having.
"Oh my, he seems to really like you. Are you okay with that?"
"Absolutely. He is about the most genuine guy I have ever met online
and we seem to have very similar ideas regarding extensive
transformations and how we'd play with that if we ever met."
"Why is he calling you Brandee, Jenni?"
"That is the name he has given me."
It sounds like the name for a bimbo or stripper."
Looking at each other we both laughed simultaneously.
"Well, Richard would actually like to transform me into becoming an
extreme archetype of femininity, a dumb but adorable bimbo and he has
named her, I mean me, Brandee."
"Having those thoughts again, are we?" she smiled a wicked grin of
knowledge of my inner workings.
"Yes, I have. And, Richard seems only too happy to let me know they are
thoughts that he too finds appealing."
"Well, Brandee, I will let u get back to tapping your pretty painted
nails on the keyboard and sending your pretty thoughts to your new
friend. She kissed me tenderly on my cheek caressing my chin with her
slim tender fingers. "Have fun."
When I returned my attention to Richard again, I noticed that he had
sent me a new email. He had been studying the pictures of me that I
have sent him and now was going to let me know of some things that he
would have altered to make our dreams of my transformation come true.
Upon reading his email I was taken by how much effort and thought he had
given to my words and pictures.
It read:
Dear Brandee:
As I have mentioned before as a former crossdresser myself I have a
special affinity and understanding of girls similar to you. While I no
longer crossdress myself I do consider myself an expert at makeup and
dressing other girls. I actually enjoy transforming a girl from
beautiful butterfly to fully realized woman, able to delight being all
the girls and women she has always wanted to be. I have been enjoying
getting to know you and learn of your more unusual desires as well as
seeing your pictures. Thank you for feeling comfortable showing them to
me and revealing such vulnerable thoughts. You can rest assured that I
well be a safe and honorable man.
Now moving on to my critiques of your photos and thoughts of how I would
transform you. Let me start by saying you are a very attractive girl of
50, who looks a decade younger than her age. The poses you strike are
naturally feminine and I can tell by the pictures taken out in public
that you feel very comfortable in your role as a graceful woman. Yes,
your photos do reflect a girl-next-door type. But, I know from what
we've chatted about, you desire to be a more adventurous type of girl.
As you know, I have the resources to make those dreams of yours, and
mine, a reality. You just need to receive permission from your wife and
then ask me and soon you might not even recognize your already pretty
self.
I am not trying to con you when I say I believe I could transform you
physically and mentally into such an extreme object of femininity. I
will take you way beyond your pedestrian ideas of being a simple
cocktail waitress and turn you into a real live porn starlet, Brandee.
You will have the body and mind of such a girl and I will actually
become your agent. Are your ready to feel female hormones surge through
your body and experience things only very dumb and good bimbo girls
experience? Does that resonate with you my little bimbo wannabee?
Gawd yes! It like, so did! It seemed unbelievable but after chatting
with Richard many times it actually seemed possible. He had shown me
pictures of other girls that he transformed and I was incredibly
impressed. I had even been emailing with a few of his projects and they
all seemed grateful and happy with their outcomes and more importantly
with their relationships with this incredible man who understood girls
like us.
The timing couldn't have been more right. My wife and I were talking of
gifting me with long vacation of girlie adventure as she was about to
head back to get a post doctorial degree and would be very busy.
Needless to say after talking it over with my wife and Richard we all
agreed that I would get a one year opportunity to allow Richard to do
his magic on me out in Chicago where he lived. My wife would check in
with us about every other month for a weekend visit to escape school
work and check in on my progress. I was soon to leave being Jennifer
behind and start my new life as Brandee.
Robert requested that when I fly to Chicago I do so as a guy as he
wanted me to experience what I was leaving behind. This made packing
for my trip the easiest it had ever been for any excursion into
girlville. My wife and I had a few chuckles about that.
Flying in the plane as a guy, knowing my life was to be changed in a
rather intense fashion made me only more hyper acute to all the
femininity of those traveling with me. I watched with fascination of
the stewardess fixing her makeup before heading out to present her sweet
self in service of others. She seemed so comfortable in her obviously
feminine uniform while making the girliest of hand gestures, whether she
was informing about the safety doors or handing out drinks carefully so
not to spill them. Then there were the moms sweetly cooing their
children so that they would become quiet and not disturb those around
them. The young college girls with their freshly maded up, perfectly
smooth porcelain faces, reading their English 101 assigned paperbacks
with iPods pacifying them even though one leg was always in jittery
motion. Though not dressed, I still felt a close kinship with all of
them knowing soon I might actually become more feminine than any of the
women I was surrounded by. The thought sent yummy shivers down my
spine. I couldn't wait. I wanted to ask one of my plane-sisters for a
compact and make up so I would look prettier like them and for Richard.
I wondered what Richard would have in store for me and just how far I
would go. What, who would I be after this year of free girlie
exploration. Becoming Brandee would be interesting at the very least.
I landed and waited for Richard at the baggage claim wearing my jeans
and a tee-shirt. With my long hair and my androgynous features I looked
like the musician that I am. Then we saw each other. He was a handsome
man of 62 with a full head of white hair, thick mustache, and solid
build. It was hard to believe that he was once a CD himself. He smiled
at me and came over and gave me a welcoming hug. Even with me being in
DRAB he told me he could see the girl me easily.
"Welcome to your new world, Brandee."
He grabbed my overnight bag and led me to the parking garage and then
into his car.
Richard started up his car and we drove off. Within a few moment he
said, "I want to thank you, Brandee for honoring my request to be a guy
just one last time before your transformation, just so you might have a
sense of where you came from as you will soon no longer have any access
to that part of you. In the glove compartment is a tube of lip gloss.
I would like you to put some on please."
In no time at all I opened the glove compartment and saw a note over the
lip gloss.
The note read:
Brandee:
Once you apply this lip gloss you are committing to my transformation of
you into something incredibly special and new. Your life will be filled
of interesting times, love and care as well as things you might not even
imagined yourself capable of. If you accept this then please paint your
pretty lips and kiss me on my cheek. I pumped the tube and lined my
lips with the sticky shiny color wanting soon to be fully dressed as a
girl for Richard. I then scooted over and kissed him on his cheek
sweetly, whispered a soft, "thank you" into his ear before laying my
head on his shoulder with my arm entwined in his right one.
"Make me Brandee."
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