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Becoming Brandee
Chapter Seven
Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go
for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job.
Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this
job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I
know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more
comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came
over and we went through my closet to see what would be the best of my
outfits to wear. I had so many things that Richard bought me that I still
haven't seen them all. Lisa just ram sacked my dresser drawers throwing
all my clothes all over my room.
"Bingo, this is perfect. Brandee."
Lisa held up a sparkly blue and pink striped tube top.
"Oh pooh, Lisa. I don't have the massive breasts needed to fill out that
top. Someday hopefully."
"Brandee, you are already more than an A cup and fleshy enough so that
with the right padding and uplift the manager of the club will think you
are at least a C cup."
"Be right back, Brandee."
I could hear Lisa rummaging around in the room Richard had set aside for
all his tools and stuff. It was the one room in the condo that I have
never been in. Quickly she came back with some thick tape.
"Take your blouse and bra off Brandee and then hands to the sky. This is
a stick up."
I did as Lisa requested and lifted my arms up. She pushed my "more than A
cup" breasts together and up and then started to wrap the tape tightly
around my body. Once she was done I could see what she had in mind. It
looked like I had way more cleavage than I really did. She picked a bra
out of my drawer that she thought would expose a slight line of lacey
black loveliness over the tube top."Let's put in your fake boobies.
There. Slide the top over your arms. Check this out, Brandee. Instant
big cleavage! Now let's find you bottoms to go with your tube top."
I didn't realize how bottomless my drawers were until I saw all my clothes
scattered on the floor before me. Lisa, dug through the piles like a
wildcat chasing after a defenseless bunny.
"Oh look at this cute skirt. It will barely cover that cute tushie of
yours. Which, by the way, Miss Brandee, is starting to fill out nicely
from your hormones. I glanced backwards into my standing mirror and
noticed that my "tushie" was indeed getting slightly bigger with a more
girlie defined look than before. With my weenie tucked tightly in my gaff
no one could possibly know my true sex.
I took the short pink skirt which looked like the kind of skirt a
cheerleader would wear and shimmied it up my legs. Twirling a few times
for Lisa, she told me that, "They would be foolish not to hire you."
Summery pink platform sandals were deemed best and then I let her do my
make up just like she did the first time we met at the MAC store.
She fixed my wig into cute pigtails which twirled girlishly around my
face. I looked in my 30s."Something is missing, Brandee."
I stood there feeling like I was dressed perfectly for this interview in
my tight tube top and short cheerleader's skirt which let my midriff so
exposed. I couldn't think of what was missing."
This impish grin flashed across Lisa's face. She tossed me my little pink
hand purse and said, "Into the car, girlfriend."
Off into town we went and upon my return I was now the proud owner of an
adorable belly button piecing with a lavender stone setting. We got home
a few minutes before Richard arrived to drive me to my job interview.
The opened and just as Richard yelled out, Brandee it is time to go for
your interview, Lisa responded back, "Ta da!" moving her arms in perfect
tv spokes-model, Vana White mannerisms pointing directly at me as I
twirled in my new interview outfit hoping that Richard could also get a
glimpse of my shinny new piercing.
"Holy moley, Brandee. I am very impressed. You girls have done a
smashing job getting ready for Brandee's interview. How could anyone not
give you a waitress job looking like that? The Turbulence Club should
make way for their new waitress. Let's get going, Brandee. Lisa, you are
such a doll to do all this for my girl."
Outside the Turbulence Club I was freshening up my lip gloss and making
sure my hair was in all the right places as well as my new jerry-rigged
cleavage. "I talked to the manager of the club who is an old friend of
mine so you already have a foot in the door, Brandee, but it is truly
going to be up to you to let him know how much you really want a job
here."
"I am feeling very confident, Richard. This has been my dream for a long
time and I don't want to do anything to ruin it. I just hope I don't
spill anything or say something wrong. Do I look okay?"
"Brandee, you look better than okay. You are a vision. Your looks will
be impressive but how you act will make all the difference. Okay, big
breath now and let's go in."
The stories I've been told of the Turbulence club were true. Yes, it was
a gentleman's club but certainly a high end one. The women dancing at the
poles were not the least bit skanky. Not by any means. They were well
toned women of all different ages, some even older than me, who expressed
confidence, sexuality and totally sure of themselves. I was envious of
them. The bar itself was not even poorly lit because the fixtures were
classy, expensive and earthy. Waitresses walked by me eyeing me as if
they already knew I was being interviewed. They all looked so pretty in
their Turbulence uniforms. The uniforms were either a baby doll blue or
pink mini-dress with white tubing at the end of the sleeves and hems.
Ruffled petticoats were also required wear. They all wore the same style
3 inch white open toed pump. And, most important to me, were their name
tags proudly displaying their names. Customers would know right off who
they were while the waitresses in turn were required to call them, "Sir."
I so wanted my name on a Turbulence nametag.
Suddenly, I was woken from my bimbo surveillance of the club by a gentle
tug on my arm from Richard who seemed aware that I was going into one of
my little trances. Holding Richard's hand and prancing behind him we
approached the door of the manager.Richard and the manager, who was well
dressed and about 65 exchanged handshakes. He then turned his critical
gaze towards me as I put my dainty hand out limply towards him feeling. I
felt very exposed to him.I followed his eyes as they scanned me from head
to toe...well from breasts to my belly button piercing, up to my eyes then
to my mouth, back to my eyes, back down to my breasts...
"Turn around for me, Brandee," I obeyed.
To my tushie, back down to my legs...
"Turn around and face me again, Brandee. That's a good girl."
To my pretty pink colored toenails, up my legs again, into my crotch, my
belly button, my breasts, my smile and eyes, up to...no wait, back to my
smile.
I stood with my arms extended, posed in one of the girlish of manners with
my feet crossed daintily at the ankles smiling my sweetest smile at him.
After feeling like a pretty doe in the sites of her hunter's gun I now
turned to face my shooter as if I was very comfortable that he studied me
so carefully. Go ahead I silently pleaded, take careful aim. I was so
enjoying being viewed as such a girlie object that it clearly reflected in
my smile and he had stopped and became very focused on my smile.
"You have the sweetest smile ever, Brandee. Such a wonderful mouth and
the prettiest lips. Sometimes the girls in here have to use their mouths.
Are you prepared to do that as well, Brandee?"
My little bumbled brain quickly tried to figure out what I should do next.
Was this a test? Could I answer wrong? Could I answer right?
I quickly glanced at Richard. He'd know what I should do. And he did.
That nod of permission and encouragement was all this girl needed."
I turned towards the manager, my perfect smile slowly widening as I
gracefully walked up and then straddled his lap and wrapped my arms firmly
around his shoulders. Once I sat down in his lap I kissed him fully on
his lips. He hardened immediately beneath me. Within seconds I crawled
lusciously down his body and undid his belt and zipper and took his purple
head into my waiting mouth. He was very yummy and I could tell he was
very pleased with my actions. This inspired me more so I looked up into
his eyes as he looked down. I did not take my eyes off of his. He really
did taste yummy so it was so easy to enjoy myself and moan as I could feel
him grow stiff with each deep journey down my mouth and throat. And then
he came in big juicy spurts of gusto. I swallowed like I hadn't had a
drink in days making sure that when he was close to being spent I would
move my face so he could see his last jolt spread his creamy white come
all over my full hungry pink lips. I wiped his come onto my finger and
sucked on slowly it to savor every last drop of him. After the manager
stopped breathing hard he looked at me in manner I could not read and told
me to wait outside as he and Richard had to talk.
I sat down in a quiet booth not knowing what to expect. I watched the
other girls wait on their customers with their gorgeous manners, perfect
make up and wide smiles and I so wanted to be one of them. One of the
waitress, Tami, brought me a glass of diet soda whose straw I sucked on
slowly as I waited. And waited. And waited. Did I do something wrong? I
never once had my teeth hurt him. He seemed like he liked me. I became
filled with self-doubt. I was worried that if I couldn't get this job
what would be left for a bimbo girl like me. I didn't want to let Richard
down.After what seemed forever Richard sat down in the booth across from
me looking stern and as unreadable as the manager. I looked up at him and
could feel my shoulders rise and begin to shutter as my eyes begin to fill
with tears.
"Oh Brandee," Richard quietly murmured as he threw a small item my
way.Between my sad little tears I looked at the object he'd thrown my way.
It was a small rectangular piece of plastic. And on it was my name,
Brandee.
I wipe the snot and tears from my face and looked at Richard with his
grinning eyes and wide proud smile and said in my sweet valley girl voice,
"You are like such a stinker."
We both laughed and kissed over the table.
Author's note:
I would like to sincerely thank all the readers for the overwhelming
positive feedback I've received regarding my telling of Brandee's story.
It is a joy to write this story and watch how it unfolds. Writing fiction
can be a source of wonderful expresssion and self knowledge. My hope is
that the readers will enjoy what this story sparks within them or be
granted a sweet escape into a femmy world populated by kind characters
with goodness in their hearts. As always, I do enjoy hearing from the
readers and learning what resonates within you upon reading this story.
Stay safe, sweet, mindful and gender playful.
Aeryn
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