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Becoming Brandee,
Chapter Eleven:
Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his
room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a
private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me
tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me again. I told him that if I
could get Richard's permission I would love to go out with him again.
Cuddling up to Julie, I felt totally safe, warm and so hyper girlie. I
relived the events of this wonderful evening over and over again feeling
for the first time that almost all aspects of my maleness were truly gone
and now replaced with this wonderful feminine thing that I had become and
enjoyed so much. Having Benjamin come inside me was so right and
delightful as was sleeping with my amazing wife, Julie who gave me
permission to live out my most extreme feminization and bimbofication
dreams. There couldn't have been a luckier girl in the world than me.
That morning was the first morning that I had overslept since I moved in
with Richard. It actually felt luxurious and decadent. And, I enjoyed
the after-glow-feelings from the night before deep within my bottom and my
little girlie soul. I might have been a mess but I was a satisfied mess.
My bed was now empty and I could hear Julie and Richard chatting
downstairs. I fixed my hair and applied some lip gloss and blusher. Then
donning some adorable fuzzy bunny slippers and my baby blue teddy I headed
downstairs.
"Hiya, Brandee. You look so adorably sleepy," said my wife with a smile
like the Cheshire cat. Come to think of it, Richard's smile was also wide
and filled with mischief. I knew they were planning something. Now I was
smiling.
"Hatching plans?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, indeed we are, Brandee. I wanted to learn of Richard's thoughts
for you and give him some of my input before I have to leave, return to
our home and back to the University. You are in for one incredible ride,
Brandee, and I look forward to seeing you in the next chapter of your
life." That grin of hers had me fascinated.
"Well, sadly it is time for me to pack and get ready to return to my life
in the lab."
We both cried as Julie was packing. I loved having her around and being a
part of my transformation, but I know this doctorial degree is very
important to her as my bimbofication was to me.
"We shouldn't cry, Brandee, as I'll be back in a month and it will be so
much fun to catch up and see how much more you have been altered. By then
I will have become so tired from all my studying that I will absolutely
just enjoy a lot of reconnection time with my girl. I know you are in
excellent hands with Richard. I do approve of him so much and know it is
safe to leave you here under his guidance. A girl couldn't ask for a
better mentor."
At the airport, Julie kissed Richard fully on the lips and told him he'd
better take real good care of me as she was entrusting to him her most
important thing in the world to her, me. Then she came over to me and
whispered into my ear, "I love you, Brandee, and will be there for you as
you become something much less as well as something much more. I hope I
recognize you upon my return." She grinned and then gave me the most
tender kiss I have ever had in my life, right there in the airport. The
airport faded and there was only Julie and I. I really am the luckiest
girl in the world.
"Be a good girl for Richard, Brandee, and listen to what he tells you."
As she left down the corridor I started crying and Richard held me as I
sobbed and sobbed.
When we returned to Richard's condo he sat me down and told me that he was
now going to be stepping up my bimbofication training. He told me that he
and Julie agree upon the next steps of my transformation and that tomorrow
I was to go and get implants. Hearing the word "implants" triggered
something in me. I knew it was part of the post hypnotic suggestions but
that didn't matter as I found my self wistfully thinking that finally my
small A cups would soon be more what I truly desired for myself. Richard
held out his index finger just shy of my lips and I had the urge to just
have it my mouth...now! I placed my slender fingers around his hand so I
could guide him into my mouth and then once I had him in me I felt myself
become incredibly content, finally filled up.
"That's my girl. See how happy you are when your mouth is filled? That's
it. Take me in further while I tell you of your new adventures. Julie
and I have decided that you are ready to go deeper into your quest to
become the ultimate bimbo girl and the first step now is to get you
physically altered with many girlie options that I just know you will be
happy about. You do want massive implants, don't you, Brandee?"
Upon hearing that, I took Richard's finger deeper into my mouth and looked
up at him with pleading eyes that told him, "Um hmm, yes, I do, Richard,
so much."
I won't go into the gory details of my surgeries. Upon awakening, I was
aware of all of my lovely alterations, which at the time weren't so lovely
as I really did hurt all over. Luckily, Richard had my hypno-therapist
come in to make suggestions to lower my pain and, I think, enter some, as
yet unknown, trigger words that I would certainly find out about later.
Of course, I was also given some strong pain medicine. Let's hear it for
those chemical solutions as well. In my after-surgery haze, I knew there
was more done to me than just my new implants. I had facial feminization
surgery to reduce my jaw line into something sweeter and more girlie,
cheek implants and a face lift. And, my nose was now a lot smaller.
Something was even done to my vocal chords as I now had a higher,
naturally pitched voice, though with some hoarseness to it, as I was still
fresh from surgery. And then there were my breasts. Wowzers! Even
through my swollen eyes, pain-filled fog and thick bandages around my
chest I knew that they had to be at least 40 Ds. I was thrilled at this
thought. After all, anatomy IS destiny! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Three weeks passed and with a bit more makeup than usual to cover some of
my surgical bruising, I was able to return to the Turbulence Club looking
prettier than ever. The "oohs" and "ahhs" from everyone lifted my spirits
and I so loved having my 42 DDs greet everyone before I did. I could not
get over that I had such startling and stunning breasts. I bounced doing
everything, constantly being reminded of my new luscious anatomy. The
simple act of stuffing myself into my bras was delicious and made me so
happy to be a girl. There was no confusion with so many alterations of
what I was now. Unless someone actually saw my tiny male parts would they
ever think that I was anything but a biologically born woman.
Frank, the manager at the club thought I should maybe start to do pole and
lap dances now that I clearly had been, what was that word he
used?...augmented....I don't know what that word means but I think, he
thinks, now that my breasts are bigger I should be a dancer instead of a
waitress. Isn't that flattering? Needles to say, my tips got bigger
along with my breast size. I just sorta knew that was gonna happen. Men
who only smiled wistfully at me now seemed to be drooling for me. This
was so flattering as well. I had the opportunity to do more "side"
requests than ever and now enjoyed having men cum in between my boobies as
an added item to my menu. Seeing their white sticky essence all over my
delightful boobies thrilled me as well as making me feel very, very happy.
Interestingly enough, during one of my aforementioned "side" adventures
with a regular named Max, Richard opened the back room door on us.
"Achm. Once you are finished displaying your lovely talents, please clean
yourself off and come into the manager's office. Frank and I both want to
speak to you."
With Max's cock nestled still between my breasts I could feel my face
flush as if I just found out I might be in trouble and this must surely
have been reflected in my face towards Richard.
"Don't worry, Brandee, you are not in trouble," and then he gave me a
wink. "Be a good girl, finish Max up here and then get into Frank's
office as soon as you can."
In five minutes I had cleaned myself off and fixed my lips and knocked
upon Frank's office door. Both men were signing contracts as I walked in.
"Shall I get you both something to drink?" I asked as naturally as any
cocktail waitress would.
"Brandee, would you please go over and sit in Frank's lap. We both have
something we want to talk to you about."
I sashayed over to Frank and settled in with a sweet playful grind into
his lap as I placed my arms around his wide shoulders. I teased him with
my fingers and little coos into his ears.
"Brandee, we need you to try and focus for just a few minutes because we
have some very important news to share with you. The time has come to
make the most out of your bimbofication and Frank and I have just signed
you on with a film production company. Starting next week you will become
an actress and in a very short amount of time the country will know all
about you. I can see hearing this is very exciting for you."
I was excited. So much, that I was squirming around in Frank's lap making
him, well just as excited.
"You will be working as the lead actress for Look At Me Now Productions
new series featuring you, Brandee Moans."
"Brandee Moans, but isn't my last name is Andrews?"
"Silly girl, all porn starlets need to have a porno name and that is going
to be yours. We can't have people looking up your last name and calling
you in the middle of the night for blow jobs. Well, I guess we could but
I cherish sleeping occasionally. Additionally, we will also be setting
you up of character roles in mainstream movies that are looking for
stereotypical bimbo types."
"Hey, I could also do maids, girlfriends and cocktail waitress roles. I
really am versit...versi...a good actress," I pouted seriously. "I am
just as talented as that Paris Hilton girl. I mean I think I am."
"Sheeesh. You really do need to have me as you manager, Brandee. Let me
do all the thinking and you just do what seems to be part of your very
wonderful charms."
"Okay," I said in my best little girl's voice as I squirmed like a little
vixen in Frank's more than active lap.
Within a week I was on the set of my very first movie, Brandee's Ice Cream
Social. The movie title was some kind of joke that I didn't get at first
because like there was more cream involved than ice or something. I mean
like I so get it now. Anyhow, everyone thought that was pretty funny, and
soon, just to make me happy, the assistants got me a different flavor of
ice cr?me to start every shoot with. My favorite is cherry vanilla. Just
incase anyone reading this meets me and wants to gift me my favorite ice
cr?me flavor.
Fast forward three months:
"I just can't believe how exciting my little old life has been these last
few months. I am seeing the country with Richard and go to all these
wonderful gentleman clubs and adult book stores on my very own promotional
and signing tour. I am actually semi-famous or so Richard tells me and I
just can't believe that others want to meet me. But, there they are,
waiting for me to come out on the dance floor and dance for them or
huddled around me to get my signature or man-handle me. Man-handle is
such a funny word. Well, I guess it is two words. Let me go
back and read my story just to make sure. Yeppers, the author has it at
two words, I think. It has a funny little dash in between the words. Do
I get an 'A'? Gawd, I am like such a silly girl, today!"
"Anyhow, I am headlining here at the Lounge Lizard after the release of my
third movie, Brandee Loves Candee. My movies all have this food thing,
Brandee's Ice Cr?me Social and Brandee's Non-fattening Diet, yada yada.
Richard says that my movies should have a common theme which I eventually
figured out is, food. Candee is food, and so is ice cream and I did get
to eat a lot of yummy stuff in my second movie. See what I did, I made a
joke?
"Brandee? Who are you talking to?"
"Ahh, I am just singing to myself, Richard."
Oh my, I did it again. I recently have been going into these little
trances where my wonderful life feels just like a story and I am talking
to the readers.
I put my attention back on doing my makeup for tonight's performance. The
club has been rented out to a private party for a local construction
company's annual bash. Richard told me that they requested that I
personally perform for it. I am so flattered that anyone would enjoy
watching me dance and flirt. I love that others love watching me do what
I love to do. And, I actually enjoy the tour even more than I enjoy
making the movies.
As I line my lips with a very luscious shade of burgundy I smile to myself
as I see the reflection of my dressing room in the mirror. There are nine
very large bouquets of flowers and at least fifteen smaller ones, all with
notes from admirers who want me to be their date after the show. Each one
of my shows ends with a date won by some lucky guy from the audience.
Richard reads through the contest entry notes and let's me know who wins
at the end of my performance once I've returned to my dressing room.
Smiling at the thought of another wonderful evening performing I return to
the always joyous fun of doing my makeup. Ooh, my lips are outlined
perfectly and now I find my favorite tube of Smashmouth gloss and slowly
paint my mouth adoring how the wand feels as it coats my mouth a shiny
showgirl red. As I add pink blush to my cheeks with the softest of
brushes I look at the poster of me by the mirror. It reads, Sweet and
wicked XXX Adult Star Brandee Moans appearing one night only. Win a date
with this luscious tranny film starlet. There is a sweet picture of me on
a bed with my pointer finger of my right hand in my mouth as I stare into
the camera with the most teasing and delicious all-American girl look in
my eyes.
Highlighting with a shimmering shadow directly under my highly arched
eyebrows I feel myself enter this lovely place I go to just before each
performance. It is a place of quiet confidence and animal hunger. Of
want and being wanted. A place where I am so confident in my girlieness
that I can only imagine that my feminine energy shimmers off of me like a
rainbow in the sky. There is nothing like it. It is my girl spot.
In the mirror I admire my outfit for the evening, a cute pink fleece
hoodie covering my sparkling multi-colored push up bra. I dip my hand
under the waistband of my matching pink skirt to make sure I am carefully
tucked away in my sparkly gaff. My white open-toed heels, my little
trademark, add 4 inches to my height. I quickly spray myself with
Shalimar at the same time Richard knocks at the door. Already, I feel my
heat rising for the evening's adventures. My breath quickens and I am a
tigress.
Richard opens the door and is taken by my power.
"Brandee, you look stunning!" He kisses me behind my ear and I am
reminded of my bimbo power. I caress my arm into his as I let him walk me
back stage. The place is loud with heart-pounding music and the scent of
men in need fills my nostrils. The recent dancers pass me as they return
to their dressing rooms looking flush and sweaty with bills sticking out
of their g-strings like happy fingers. They eye me, envious of my status
as the princess of them. I sense them, at first, wondering how a former
guy could impassion the desire of strong straight men. In a few moments
they will find out.
Richard holds back the curtain and I can see the men hungry for me, fueled
by the other girls having previously teased them for the main event. My
music starts, loud heady hip hop beats to the tune of Fergie's
Fergalicious. "Curvalicious, definition, make them boys go loco...they
want my treasure ...u can see me, you can squeeze me, I ain't easy. I
ain't sleazy. I got reasons why I tease them. Boys, just come and go like
seasons...I blow kisses...They be lining down the block to get a taste of
what I got."
That song always moves me to dance my ass off. Center stage, I reach up
for the top of the pole and swing around slowly as I glance at all the men
in the audience. The club is filled and they all so want me. And, I so
want to dance for them and be every man's dream girl. I love the pole, so
hard and unyielding in my hands as I swirl and swirl around to the dance
of my own passions. And then I start to do what I do best when I pole
dance. With the slowest of slow motions I spread my legs out, toes
pointed to the ceiling as I grab up with both my slender arms and straddle
the pole like it is every man in the room. My back arches and my head
shakes wantonly as I fling my hair from side to side. I scoop my crotch
into the pole over and over and time slows to such a sweet forever lasting
heavenly seductive crawl. Every man wants to be this pole. I want this
pole to be every man. And it is. I make love to it letting it have a
power over me and my private parts. I am not ashamed. I feel so hungry
in my dance.
Slowly, I slide to the floor almost spent but wanting to give more. The
music suddenly stops and I am face down on the floor. The room goes dark.
The only light is a smoky spotlight on me. There is no sound.
I reach one arm over my shoulder and then press my upper body up to expose
my ample sweet breasts into full view. There is an audible gasp. I giggle
to myself with the knowledge that I have not yet to even remove my top.
But then, I throw off my pink hoodie. Then, I crawl to the edge of the
stage like the tigress I am. Swing my legs over the edge in one quick
hyper feminine move and remove my bra as I look for the man that I want to
direct all my lustful energy to so publicly. I breathe in, deeply arching
my body seductively at the edge of the stage, at the edge of everything,
caressing my magnificent breasts covered with my precious perspiration and
then tweak my nipples to make them stand at attention just as everyman's
cock must be doing, right now, with desire for me.
The club darkens to total blackness and no sound is heard but my amplified
breath.
Flash! I now stand, mouth open, wanting, searching.
Darkness!
Flash! I am two feet closer to my audience. My hips seductively swing to
my right side hands on my knees.
Darkness!
Flash! My hips have moved to my left, hands still on my knees in perfect
cheese cake position. Then the strobe begins to flash with each hot grindy
gyration. I am only one foot away from the man I want. My mouth opens
more in a hot "O" as I see him. He looks a bit scared nestled among his
strong desire that I am soon to be his. My mouth opens wider with want.
My eyes never move directly off of his as I dance closer. His buddies are
cheering him on with vicarious envy. I turn in one slinky movement to
face away from him and bring my perfect bottom over his lap as I squat and
close my eyes. I tease him over and over with each hot gyration that
comes ever closer to his target. Oh yes, closer and closer until I become
acutely aware of my effect upon him and open my eyes as if awaken to even
a deeper need within me.
And with that awareness, I thrust my whole upper body forward, out of his
lap and the music starts again with its urban jungle rhythms and I am a
both a public and private dancer for all the men of the club as I express
my exquisite erotic pleasures to every one of their aching hard-ons and
lustful thoughts. Such open thoughts, that for a moment they might
actually be able to posses this girliest of all women. I strut my body to
each side of the stage taking in their hunger and feeling mine grow
stronger. I stop at men who I desire to touchdown upon so together we can
collectively move the crowd with our private intimacy made so amazingly
public. There is sweat, the scent of male dominance mixed with my perfume
and perspiration. My breasts are theirs to view in all their perky
perfect glory as is my luscious womanly grace set afire. My moans from my
pleasure at being the room's personal sex goddess become more and more a
part of the whole heady setting as amplifiers bring my squeals, coos and
moans up in volume matching the music, matching the timing of my
audience's possible release that I alone am in control of. And when I
couldn't possibly contain myself or the room any further, when we are all
spinning in unison the sound of thunder screams over the loudspeakers
along with my throatiest moan of release.
And, for one final time the room goes pitch black and the room silent...
...a minute passes...
...slowly, my spent yet still softly undulating supine body is revealed by
the softest of spotlights...and a mist of refreshing water sprinkling from
above covers me with dewy droplets that will forever be etched in
everyone's memory.
The men are speechless.
Everyone in the room is quiet until I finally catch my breath, turn to
smile at my partners in this incredible experience and whisper, "Thank
you."
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