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Becoming Brandee
Chapter Three:
What a difference one cup size makes. With my new top dimensions along
with my tight cocktail dress, CFM pumps, perfect make up and gorgeous
mane of blonde hair cascading onto my slender shoulders I felt like the
most perfect piece of middle aged eye candy that ever was on a man's arm.
With Richard I finally got to see a part of my girlie potential that I
could have only dreamed of before. I knew I would soon have to find a
yummy opportunity to express my gratitude to him in a manner he would
thoroughly enjoy. In the meanwhile I clutched closely to his arm acutely
aware of how all the men we passed eyed me with desire. I never felt
prettier...or more powerful.
This was interesting. I surveyed the dining room as I held my menu with
my pretty painted fingertips. There were a lot of money people here.
All the fixtures of this place reflected opulence and wealth. The men
wore suits and expensive watches that let their peers know how wealthy
they were and the women were all gorgeous with immaculate makeup and
flawless outfits. In contrast, my outfit was no less expensive than what
most of the women were wearing but it was absolutely quite a bit tighter
and more fitting in with the men who were there with their trophy wives.
Oh my God! It hit me right at that thought. I was a trophy girlfriend
now.
As a looked out once again around the dining room I quickly figured out
my status among those who sent their glances my way. From the well
dressed matrons I sensed a few distasteful sneers as if I might be one of
those girls who was clearly a gold-digger who might try to steal their
husbands away from them. From the girls dressed more like me I get a
sense that they too saw me as a gold-digger in the act of stealing
someone's husband away from some matron. I totally enjoyed the second
glances that many of the men stole away from their wives and dates just
to wantingly look at me. Turning back to Richard I saw the amusement in
his eyes.
"You do make a perfect picture of a lovely trophy wife that any of the
men in here would desire possessing and showing off as a status symbol to
their moneyed peers. I am very proud of you and proud to being seen
here
with such a lovely girl."
The waiter interrupted his words by standing ready for our orders.
Looking at me he asked, "What would the lady be having?"
"I will have..."
Quickly, Richard interrupted me and with a stern tone in his voice told
the waiter that, "The lady will be having the salmon salad, lite, with
only a touch of oil and vinegar. I will be having the file mignon,
medium with a side salad and red potatoes."
"Very good, Sir," replied our waiter, clearly now focused on Richard's
unspoken signal that he was only to address me through him from now on.
Looking towards Richard I once again saw that sweet but patronizing look
and had a fear I was about to be scolded. But instead he took my small
dainty hands in his and kindly smiled towards me.
"As your former male self and as Jennifer I know you were used to placing
table orders by yourself. You are neither person anymore, Brandee. You
will no longer have to trouble your silly little mind figuring out what
to order, I will do that for you. Right now you are a size 12, sometimes
a size 10 and 145lbs. I would like you to be a size 8 and 130 lbs in
less than two months, Brandee, so you will have to eat smarter to achieve
that new dress size. Additionally, I want you to start getting used to
me making many decisions for you. Afterall, as you fall deeper into your
bimbo role you will clearly need me to act more as your protector and
caretaker. Is this not what you wanted?"
For a second I thought that maybe I was getting myself deeper into
something that might be too much for me to handle. My fantasies of being
a bimbo might be different than being a real bimbo. What to do? My
mind
always returned to the thought that this might be my only opportunity to
live out this want. The timing was right, I had my wife's permission and
across the table from me sat a man who possessed the resources in
pulling
off my biggest dream. But more importantly, one clear look into his eyes
told me that Richard was a very good man, one with a good heart, a soul
filled with wonder and possibilities, longings to actually transform me
and someone with whom I could trust to be as vulnerable as I would allow.
I was already very fond of him.
"Yes, Richard, it is what I want."
"Good girl." I felt such joy hearing him call me that. I knew then that
I would never tire of hearing him call me that, ever, and would do
anything to make him say it, over and over.
We ate our diner with slow luxury as if we had all the time in the world
as I listened to him tell me of his life. He started with stories of his
upbringing and wonderful parents. I learned that when he was in his
twenties he would live out his cross dressing dreams by going to block
parties in distant neighborhoods as a girl dancing to swing tunes and
flirting with soldiers going off to war. He married a woman when he was
26 who was never very comfortable with his feminine lifestyle. They
loved each other deeply and he ended up never cross dressing again. That
made me feel sad for him.
Five years ago, he became a widow and realized that he long to make up
what he missed out as a girl by making it possible for others. He had
transformed two girls prior to me, both who ended up having SRS and are
now married. He said it warmed his heart and let him vicariously live
out through their transformations. Until he met me he wasn't sure if he
was going to transform another girl again. Looking straight into my eyes
he told me that I was different than all the other girls he'd ever met.
He felt my longing for extreme transformation and that inspired his
desire for this adventure that we were starting.After the waiter cleared
our table, Richard took my hands into his. I marveled at how small and
pretty mine were in contrast to his. My rings sparkled and my bracelets
jingled metallically. I felt like a pretty Christmas present.
"Are you ready to hear of my plans for you, Brandee?"
This was it. No turning back. I felt so ready and wanting.
"Tomorrow I have schedule and appointment with an endocrinologist who
specializes in transsexuals. You will get a check up and be started on
hormones. You will see her after a trip to the beauty salon and spa in
the morning. After seeing the doctor you will be taken to a hypnotist
who will begin sessions to make you act and become dumber than the
intelligent woman you once were, easing you into a life of a simple bimbo
girl. By the time he is done your IQ will be testing at 75 or a maximum
of 85. You will start many feminizing classes to become an expert at
simple girlie arts like flower arranging, cooking, ballet and other forms
of dancing such as pole and lap dancing. When you are ready I will get
you a job as a cocktail waitress in a gentleman's club. I have already
arranged that this will coincide with the first visit from you wife so
she can see how you have progressed. My ultimate goal for you, Brandee,
is to turn you into a porn starlet. I have decided that within six
months you will be modeling for your own website and begin filming high
end porno movies and DVDs. I will become your agent, take you on tours
of various gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores culminating in a major
event in Las Vegas. Along the way there will be many surgeries and
bimbo adventures you will happily endure. If you agree to this I want
you to give me a hand job under the table here in the restaurant."
Tenderly biting the tip of my tongue as I smiled widely I removed my
right hand from his grasp and lowered in under the table. I felt so
naughty bringing Richard to a climax just as the waiter returned for him
to sign for the bill.
Author Note: Please send all polite feedback to me at
[email protected]. I would enjoy hearing from you. Hope you like
my little story.
Gert
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