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Becoming Brandee
Chapter Eight:
Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a
tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so
much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny
sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was
watching me get ready for work.
I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress
uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing it.
I thrill just listening to the ruffly petticoats swishing under my skirt
as I move. I love seeing my cute nametag letting all the customers know
that, "I am Brandee, and I will be your waitress here at the Turbulence
Club. I promise to do my utmost best to serve you and make your
experience at the Turbulence Club a memorable one."
After I say my lines I like to tilt my cute little head to the left and
back to center, flash my pearlies right at my customers, then lay down
their cocktail napkins as I reach across the table to afford them a better
look at me. I love the look on their faces that tells me they all want to
own me because I am so pretty and seem so submissive. It makes me feel so
at home with how I am supposed to be in life now. Standing on one foot at
as time I put on my white heels to complete my uniform, then recheck my
hair and I am ready to go.
Richard drops me off at the club like he always does. We give each other a
quick kiss. He'll be back in a few hours to watch me flirt and serve the
men their drinks and snacks. I love it when he does that. It only makes
me want to excite him more by flirting with the men and letting them
manhandle me.
I have been working at the club for about a week now and it is a very
interesting place. The manager, Frank, is very easy to work for and it
seems very little disturbs him. Even if the girls get into a catfight he
remains calm. He is fatherly and I can tell if I have a problem he'd make
sure I was taken care of. He told me that the earnings he makes off of me
are better than most of the girls. The first time he told me that I was
so happy that I drop to my knees and pleased him in that way that he like
so much. The bouncers are protective of us girls and will walk us to our
cars. Some are like giants, former football players and wrestling stars
from those WWW shows. I always feel so small and girlie as they tower
over me. One picked me up the other day effortless and held me up and I
squealed and giggled like a little girl until my sides ached.
The other girls have this hierar...hierarach...hierbarky...er, status
thing going. We cocktail waitresses are considered the lowest in status
here. We don't make as much money as the girls who dance. And the girls
who dance and also do escort service make the most and are considered the
queens of the club. I am happy to just be a princess. The other
waitresses treat me nicely. We all seem to get along and look out for
each other. The dancers have their own dressing rooms and it is such a
fascinating room for me to go into. I sometimes bring them drinks and
notes from the customers who want private dances or dates. Some of the
dancers are snooty to me but others understand that I am their
lias...lias...lays on...contact between them and their "Johns." Those
girls treat me well and are friendly. The dancers seem to be as young as
23 but there are a few who are actually older than me and they look great.
Gives me hope that maybe someday I can actually live up to Richard's
desire that I become a porn star. Oh yeah, I learned that two of the most
favorite dancers here used to be guys. No one could ever tell. That also
makes me hopeful for my future.
Anyhow, it has been about three hours since Richard dropped me off at work
and the place is hopping on this Friday night and it is only 9:00PM. I
have had so many requests for dates and even one marriage proposal, which
I love as it seems so valida....valida...dee...what's that word?...it
seems so nice and reminds me that I am a pretty girl among all these other
really beautiful woman. And, I still feel little sparkles when a guy
feels up my tushie as I place down his drinks at his table.
I was cleaning off one table when I spied Richard way across the club
sitting there with another woman. I could feel my curiosity grow and
maybe even acknowledge some envy. Perhaps jealousy was what I was
feeling. The patrons were blocking my view so I couldn't clearly make her
out. I dropped the used glasses off at the bar and then sashayed across
the room with my tray to get closer to them.
I was now about three feet behind them and could see her pretty brunette
hair and her fingers tucking back her locks behind her right ear as she
seemed to be looking around the club. Once at their table I started to
put out the cocktail napkins and being a bit nervous and fearful I recited
my required lines without really looking at either of them.
"I am Brandee, and I will be your waitress here at the Turbulence Club. I
promise to do my utmost best to serve you and make your experience at the
Turbulence Club a memorable one." I couldn't stand it any more, I had to
see who he was with. So I looked. Oh MY GAWD! Richard was smiling widely,
as was my wife, Julie, sitting right there with him.
"You were right Richard, Brandee does indeed make a very pretty little
serving wench." My wife and I started to jump with joy and immediately I
dropped my tray on their table and we gave each other the deepest, longing
kiss as if we haven't seen each other in over a month, which we hadn't.
It was such a yummy, lip-sticky, and wanting kiss that felt like it could
go on for hours. But, we separated enough to get a good look at each
other. I felt a bit shy just then and was hoping that she'd like the new
me. Sensing what I needed, my wife said, "You look very pretty, Brandee.
Very."
Then we both were shocked out of our very private moment with loud hoots,
hollers and cat calls barking around us. I could tell the men were all
clambering for some more girl-on-girl action. We both blushed and smiled
simultaneously.
"I think it's time you get back to work, Brandee. Richard and I have much
to talk about. I'll see you after your shift is over. I also want to
watch you work. I see only a few little traces of Jenni in you now. You
are quite the different girl. And, I'd like to see you do what it is you
like to do. Now go on, be a good serving girl."
Knowing that Julie was now watching me waitress as she chatted away with
Richard only made me want to do a better job than ever. Which is like
totally hard to do because I am like the best waitress here at the club,
ever! But, every customer I met from that moment on got the best Brandee
girl ever, smiling sweetly, doting and making sure they were absolutely
pleased with my performance and service. And when I would catch my wife's
eyes she would wink at me and do a little shooing moment with her hand to
encourage me to get right back to work.
After work, one of the bouncers walked me out to Richard's car. He was in
the front seat and my wife in the back. I was at a momentary loss about
which door to open and who I should sit by. What's a bimbo to do in these
circum....er...circumstan....situations? Richard came to the rescue. "Why
don't you sit in the back tonight, Brandee, with your wife?" Another
decision made for me. Perfect! I scooted into the back seat. Julie just
looked me over with curiosity in her eyes before allowing me to snuggle
into her. "You really looked cute wiggling your tail out there for the men
and being at their beck and call. Then cupping her hand delicately under
my chin, she looked determinately into my eyes and said, "You do remember
how to also be at my beck and call?" With that my wife lifted up the hem
of her dress and I was privileged to find that she was not wearing any
panties. Com'here you darling little girl, kiss me and find my treasures
with those pretty fingers of yours.
We started necking in the backseat and I was in heaven. Clearly my wife
was comfortable with this change in me. I feared that she'd miss the
smart girlfriend that she had in me back when I was Jenni for her. We
were equitable intelligent girlfriends then but I have since been
clearly...altered. When we stopped at the condo, we both slid out of the
car and held hands as Richard went to open the front door for us. Inside
he looked at us both and said, "I am sure you girls have a lot to catch up
on. I'll see you in the morning, Brandee."
We headed off to my bedroom. "I can hardly believe it is you Jenni, er,
Brandee. You look so much more...relaxed and natural as a girl then I have
ever seen you before. And you look at least five years younger as well.
Richard says you've taken to the hormones fairly quickly. That must be why
your skin is so radiant. Can I undress you? I want to see the changes."
"And I want you to see them all."
I stood facing my vanity chair facing away from Julie as she slowly
unzipped my uniform where it fell quietly to the ground along with the
ruffly noises of my petticoat. She undid my bra as I pulled out my
silicone breast forms and placed them gently on the bed covering up my
small A sized cups with my arm. I got up and turned to face her vulnerable
in only my pink velour panties which covered my gaff and my heels >from
work. "Put down your arm, Brandee. I want to see you." In my head I was
screaming, "Please, please, please, make her be okay with this," as I
dropped my arm. "Oh my Brandee, you actually do have breasts now. Cute
small ones, but with these you could not go out without a bra ever again.
Are they tender? Do they hurt? Are your nipples as sensitive as they
were before now that they are bigger? Let me find out. Hmmm. That
answers that doesn't it? Oh, you still respond so easily to my finger
flickers. Actually, it appears more so. Yummy? Now, I wonder if I use
my mouth what might happen."
Throwing off her dress and quickly getting down to just her panties and
heels herself, my wife tossed me onto the bed forcing me down deliciously
under her with her hands pressed up on my shoulders. She then smashed her
breasts upon mine so she could feel the roundedness of my chest pressing
back into her. Then after one long opened mouth sticky kiss she scooted
down so she could take my areola into her mouth and suck passionately on
my right nipple. My favorite nipple. I was a goner! She so knows that
about me. YUM! YUM! And more YUM!
"You are such a squirmy wormy, Brandee," she muffled between luscious
sucks and slurps around my nipples. "Such an eager girl to be pleasured.
Ooh, you can't seem to stop rubbing your thighs together. Let me free
your clitty from your gaff."
"Oh my God, Brandee, your little clit, though swollen with happiness is so
much smaller than I remember. It must be the hormones. It looks so cute
like that, dare I say, even girlie?" With her left hand she stroked my
girlish weenie with heat and with her right, cupped my right breast into a
mound to be engulfed by her talented mouth. It felt like I had become the
happiest little ice cream cone being devoured by the hungriest of a sweet-
toothed addict. In response, my thigh grinded into her wetness, making her
gasp with each stroke.
"Oh Brandee, enter me now!"
We switched positions as quick as the most agile acrobats in one smooth
motion. She was now sitting on top of me in our most familiar position.
With a few knowing giggles she try to make my smaller but no less eager
erection suit her growing desire.
Schlop!
"Ooh, there we go. How precious, Brandee. I've missed this."
She pumped and pumped then grinded back and forth all the while playing
with my breasts. Without the hormones I would have never lasted but a few
minutes. But for both of us, a lucky side effect in having female hormones
swimming through my body was that I was deliciously delayed any orgasmic
gratification while Julie's multiple orgasms continued and grew with
intensity.
Looking down at me with grazed, intense and orgasmically-reflected eyes
she ordered me to moan. "Moan like the pretty girl that you are, Brandee.
I only want to hear girlie sounds of delight. Oh, yes, that's it. You
are such the pretty girl now with your hot painted mouth and wanton hair.
Yes, can you feel it coming closer now?" I was so in heat for her. I was
totally getting off on her desire to be more of a girl for her. My hyper-
femmy sounds excited us both.
"No, don't close your eyes, Brandee. I want to see you moan like a girl
with your pretty eyes open in girlie delight. Oh, you should see your
mouth Brandee, gasping and moaning and cooing and purring wanting to be
filled." She gave me a quick crooked smile and brought her finger to brush
my lower lips lasciviously. "You need something in your mouth, don't you
Brandee?
In the smallest of voices I surrendered, "Yes...please."
She slipped her finger between my parting lips, past my teeth and into my
mouth. "Suck on my finger, Brandee. And, do not close your eyes"
"That's my girl. Ooh. You love having something in your mouth don't you,
Brandee? She shuddered as another wave of heaven passed through her. "You
were made to have things inside this gorgeous mouth of yours. That's the
girl, suck harder on me and look at my face. Oh, I can feel your little
clit getting so close inside me. Ooh yes, that's my girl." Back and down,
over and over, she pressed her finger into my mouth as I sucked on it as
if without it I wouldn't exist. I worshiped her finger. I worshiped her.
I worshiped her inside of me.
"You can come now, Brandee. Be a sweet girl and come now. Yes that's it.
Closer now...closer...good girl."
Bingo, that was the trigger that I couldn't control. Those two sweet
words, "Good girl."
"Oh my Gawddddddddddddddddddddddddddd," I screamed like the most hottest
of hot girls, as my wife also screamed out in passionate harmony, "Jesus,
Brandee, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!"
I have never heard us so "religious" and after our panting had ceased,
after our tiny shudders had calmed, after we dropped next to each other
into two entwined glistening girlie heaps did we start giggling
uncontrollably.
"I guess I just discovered the Church of Brandee," cracked my wife.
"Amen, sister!"
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