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Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the Turbulence Club. Sitting at my makeup table, I wondered what my future had in store for me. Would I soon go back to my old life? Or, could my current life continue and actually become more extreme? But, such thoughts quickly flew out of my little bubble-brain as I readied myself for what I wanted to be the most exciting and bestest, final performance of my career as America's favorite tranny-adult-film-bimbo-sex goddess. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I made the most adorable little angel any girl ever made on any Halloween, ever. My outfit could almost be described as sissy or hyper-girlie as it was so frilly. It was actually a baby pink satin ballerina blouse with lacy glass-silk trim and puffy short sleeves. My skirt was matching pink with many layers of glass silk providing a swirly and petticoated look. I wore pink mules with fuzzy pink trim and had a cute girlie halo, as well as the most adorable little angel wings. Since this was my final performance of the tour Richard said he wanted it to be incredibly memorable for everyone. He told me there would be a few surprises tonight and had invited some of his former transformation projects as well as some new ones to meet me. When I first entered The Turbulence Club earlier it was already filled, wall to wall, of the most creative costumes I have ever seen. For once, there were many women customers, other CD and T-girls in here tonight, mixed in with the usual male clientele. Anyhow, I was putting on the finishing touches of my pink lip gloss as Richard entered my dressing room. He looked dashing in his circus ringleader outfit which seemed like such the right costume for him to wear. He is quite the ringleader of the amazing circus that my fun life has become. "There is one less angel in heaven tonight, Brandee, as she is now here with me down on Earth." Upon hearing that compliment I went right over to Richard and kissed him firmly on his lips with warm passion. "Have I told you recently how much I appreciate the man that you are, Richard? You have gifted me with so much. Without you, I would not be the angel I am today." "You were already an angel, Brandee. The only difference is now you have wings. Here take my arm I want you to meet some very wonderful and amazing people." Richard escorted me through the dance floor crowded with everyone at their most exotic. I was greeted by so many colorful creatures of the evening who congratulated me on my tour and success. I still can't get over that people are so nice to this little bubble head. And, I couldn't believe all that I was seeing. It was like Mardi gras on acid. People were dressed as either the most erotic aspect of themselves or as fetish play toys of all sorts. There were pony boys and girls, masters and mistresses, furies galore, a few living sex dolls, enough French maids to clean and service the entire state of Texas. There were 60's Go-Go girls of both genders dancing on dance floor as well as in cages near the stage set up by management, James Bond and Bond girls, so many pussycats that I imagined kitty litter boxes needed to be placed in the ladies room. The more humorous costumes kept me giggling. There was a walking life-sized condom, a variety of human dildos, a whole bunch of people dressed normally except for hangers on their heads. I later learned that they were "still in the closet" and "hung up." I even saw one adult baby being wheeled around in a stroller by his mistress. Leather mistresses and Masters were there with their submissives. Other people were bikers and biker babes, defrocked nuns and sexy nurses offering enemas to those in need of cleansing. It was like a movie and I was the leading lady. I couldn't wait to dance for them all to show them my appreciation at their kindness and join in on such playful fun. The jamming music quieted as we rounded a corner coming to some booths near the back of the club. Making my way there I smiled from thinking of all the fondling my body received as I walked through the dance floor which made me feel so desired. Everyone's touched felt so validating. And, no wonder. My outfit was the shortest of the short and I was pretty darn cute tonight. Should angels be immodest? We finally reached a crowded booth where I was introduced to some of Richard's associates as well as both a small collection of his old "projects" and new ones. The first people I met were Ward and June Cleaver. Yes, that is right. They had taken names straight out of Leave it to Beaver. They were a married couple in their mid 70s. June was once an ordinary CD girl, barely out of the closet, and Richard had transformed her into the perfect 50s housewife. She was introduced to her future husband by Richard decades ago and then, soon after, both had their names legally changed to further live out the roles of their favorite television show couple. Now in their mid 70s, they made a very handsome couple. Ward with his tweed jack and pipe and June with her 50s styled hair with a cute flip, pearl necklace and her house frock under which she wore an old fashioned petticoat. She was so old school that she even wouldn't let the waitress serve her husband but always had to take his drink from her tray and then, in turn, serve it to Ward like a good Stepford housewife. I wondered if they had any little Beavers running around their house. I made a silly joke. Then there was a man costumed as a sheik and his three "slave girls" all dressed fresh out of an I Dream of Jeanie episode. Except, once I was introduced and said what nice costumes they all had on, Richard informed me that his friend was a real sheik and that his slave girls were once guys and now lived as part of his all female harem. Later, when I saw his harem girls on the floor belly dancing I was amazed. I had no ideas stomachs could move like that. I just had to learn how to do that someday real soon. Finally, I was introduced to a very dashing looking Japanese business man and his date. He bowed elegantly towards me and his date stood quietly behind him. In perfect English he said, "It is very nice to finally meet you, Miss Brandee. I have followed all your videos and feel compelled to tell you just how extremely popular you are in Japan. It was because of you that I have recently enlisted your manager, Richard's support on a project of my own. May I introduce to you to my consort, Miss Yakki Soba?" Though very beautiful, Miss Yakki Soba was clearly a shortish, young American man in his late twenties but made and dressed up like a very traditional geisha princess. His gown was stunning with its delicate folds and expensive silk materials. His hair must have been a wig but a very expensive one, made of real human hair, pined and formed into the manner of the girliest of geishas. And his makeup was just as dainty and delicate as any porcelain china doll; white Kabuki makeup with perfectly blackened feathered eyelashes and cute red doll lips. S/he turned gracefully towards me and with grace bowed the daintiest of arches. "Please...excuse...my bad English, Miss Brandee. You...very pretty. Me hope...be pretty...like you someday," softly spoke Miss Soba in very broken English and clearly a very heavy Japanese accent. I was so confused by her bad English until later Richard let me know that Miss Yakki Soba was one of his latest projects. She had started out as an all-American guy from Indiana who had always wanted to be a real geisha. It turns out that real geishas in Japan are now quite rare. I guess somehow they, like, ran out or something. Japanese men who desire to have geishas now have to seek them from other parts of the world. Richard was able to hook up these two to give them each what they wanted. Richard also told me that Miss Soba had recently started hormones and also been castrated just as she wanted. Through hypnosis she has accelerated learning the Japanese language while having her own command of the English language reduced to being able to speak it only in the broken manner of a Japanese girl with little knowledge of English. When he is through with her transformation she will know every one of the geisha arts and will be given a small Asian woman's style vagina. In fact, he actually plans on having all his American features made Asian through plastic surgery. Next week, s/he heads off to the hospital to make the features of his face match her new lifestyle. Wowers! For a second I felt like I was so last year's model. Anyhow, this sweet little Asian girl-to-be could not be in any better hands than Richard. I felt such kinship with my Asian sister and sweetly wished her well. My thoughts of Richard's creative skills were notched up ten-fold and they were already thought of pretty darn highly by this silly and altered girl. The club was filed with such wanton and juicy energy and the music only added to the effect with its loud, boomy rock and roll or hip-hop dance rhythms. And, I was having so much fun meeting and dancing with Richard's past and current projects, especially the harem girls, that I forgot I soon had to be on stage myself for the final dance number of my tour. Quietly, I snuck away from the crowd, touched up my makeup and waited back stage for my cue. From my view backstage, I felt a washed with the awesome lust and intense desire that everyone had for each other and for me. The beat of the bass drum was like a pounding in my both my head and heart, until all I could feel was my life force totally being kept alive by this beat. Then, exactly to cue, the melody of the music started to faded until only the beat remained. At the same time, the dance floor lights mimicked the beat in a slow strobe, calming the audience until they were moving as one, slowing...slowing ...moving to the solitary beats until eventually even the beats had vanished as the room became covered in total darkness. Then, like the faintest of light floating earthward from the tiniest cloud opening, a soft beam of light mists me from above. I could hear the audience shudder quietly as they gazed upon my tiny and squatted girlie body, frozen and looking upward towards the heavens looking like the pink angel I am. As I unfold my body like a ballerina to reach my heart and hands to the sky, my music started. This would be unlike any music or dance that anyone in this club had ever experienced before. Never had this room imagined that it would be the place of such softness, beauty and grace as it would be tonight. I had promised myself this tonight. This was my gift to everyone and everything that made my current life possible. I rose from the stage floor slowly as familiar music filled the ears and hearts of every costumed creature in the club. Visualize my rising...an angelic ballerina stretching into a beautiful fourth position, my left arm curved delicately with my fingers aimed at my sternum and my right arm perfectly arched and raised above my head, as you hear... "When you wish upon a star...makes no difference ...who...you are....anything your heart desires...will come...to you." On a stage accustomed only to bumps and grinds and racy gestures I am something new, something reborn, something forever hopeful as I pirouette across the stage, a vision in pink, of both innocence and knowing, of passion and purity, a heaven sent creature of feminine grace. "If your heart is in your dream...no request... is too extreme ...When you wish upon a star...like dreamers do." I am every dream fulfilled, a symbol to all, captured in my dance that even the most extreme desire can happen. If my desire can be, then All our desires can be fulfilled. My mouth smiling as I dance deliciously across the stage melting two worlds into one as I weave beautiful ballet movements unto a stage of cardinal desire. My audience is as captured as I am. I stand, momentarily on one flat foot and then plie, my active leg extended to the front and then quickly whipped to the side as my working foot is pulled in to support and touch behind my knee. This creates a delicious desire to spin and pointe, and spin and pointe, releve and spin and pointe...So dizzy within my ballet princess angelic world. "Fate is kind...she brings to those that love...the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing...Like a bolt out of the blue...fate steps in and sees you through." I am the living ?bolt' of all we desire to be, of potential fulfilled to the maximum. I spin again and again grabbing on to the first of two dance poles reminding me briefly that this is still a striptease stage of desire. My blonde mane wildly flailing outwards like a real halo. And, at once, I let go of the pole and execute my Grand Pas, my showcase of movements in celebration of the girl I have become as I make multiple horizontal jumps of unearthly lengths. Starting with one outstretched foot, incredible jumps complete with in-air, full-leg splits before landing on the other. Again, I execute my Grand jete, the most impressive move. I am impossibly so high off the ground, make another full split and make my final grab onto the waiting pole on the far side of the stage like it was a patient lover. I feel its steel cold hardness in my hands as I allow myself to spin with such intensity and then wrap my legs around it until and I spin away from the pole, back arched, with only my crotch and legs to keep me connected to this hardness and from falling. As my body floats closer to the ground I once again grab the pole with one hand allowing my other to extend back into a most graceful arch made possible from all my ballet training. And, I become two things at once and in two worlds at the very same time. Ballet and bawdy dancer. Passion and innocence. Hot and cold. All polarities on the pole merge as I spin softly, gently onto the floor, calm, yet with my heart racing in my throat and my soul exposed for all to see. The light shrinks its circle closing tighter on my small body spent on the floor, my belly rising with each recaptured passionate breath and the music comes to its final verse... "When you wish upon a star your dreams come true... ...They do come true" ... ...and, with each slowing rise of my belly I feel more at home. ...in home ...with who and what I am. And though filed with hundreds of people the club is now frozen and silent. KRRRAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK! The sound of recorded thunder and the intense flash of electronic lighting scream in violent eruption aimed at the pole at the opposite end of the stage. Out of the brightness emerges a devilish vision, a woman opposite to my angelic self. I am mesmerized and unable to stop staring at her. In the blinding lights all I can tell is that she is dressed in hot devil reds. Her red leather corset so tight, makes her waist impossibly small. Her legs made longer by mid-thigh boots with heels at least four inches high. Her magnificent breasts spill lasciviously over the top of her corset, at least a 38 DD and just barely hiding her nipples. Arms encased in shiny leather gloves. And, on her face, an earthy red leather mask complete with devil horns revealing only her hot darkly made up eyes with impossibly long lashes and a steamy mouth with luscious lips that no white woman could have come by naturally. Her black hair falls out of the back of her mask in magnificent waves. This dark erotic vision on my stage grabs her pole with one hand and snaps an, up-to-now, unseen whip. And, as the whip makes its terrifying crack the music starts in once again remembering its erotic power hold that it can have on this place. She sends the whip crackling around the pole and grabs hold of the other end. Once in her hand, she pulls herself forward in one quick movement so her body becomes thrusted against the pole. She then throws her upper body away from the pole and tilts her head back in ecstasy upon connecting her crotch with the hard pole. Then, grabbing on to the pole with one hand she cracks the whip one final time and then hurls it off back stage. A bass drum begins its thunder. She leaps onto the pole and spins around multiple times until she stands facing me, licking her lips as if I am soon to be her dinner. The music begins to thicken with other instruments; an old-school R & B organ groans out with guttural desire. A thick bass thumps to keep our blood flowing with fire. Sharp guitars echo with staccato needs to drive our bodies to meet. This was so not in the program and I am like so transfixed. She gyrates her hips while holding on to the pole but her head never wavers from giving me the attention of her intentions. All in the club know she will get me if she wants me ....and she so wants me. Holding the pole with both hands she makes another slow spin around and at the end of her spin she stares straight into my heart and soul. Letting go of one hand she pulls off her mask with one swift defining movement revealing... "Jimminy Crickets! Oh, MY GOD. It's Julie! I can't believe it, it's Julie and she has been so altered and suddenly it dawns on me, she must now be another of Richard's projects. But, it's is her alright. No matter how bee-stung swollen that mouth is now, it is still her smile. What an incredible smile. And her eyes, though heavily made up are still clearly her precious orbs of clear and smart intentions. And though she may have breasts that scream I, oh momma!, she is still my very own hippy earth momma, though clearly now a masterpiece of Richard's making. I leaned back on the floor, resting on my forearms as I watched this amazing creature both familiar and recreated before me, standing provocatively against her pole. With a flash of darkness the lights came on again but she was not in sight. That is, until I turned my eyes toward the floor twenty feet in front of me. Framed by a hot white spotlight was Julie, red leather clad hot erotic Julie on all fours, her body frozen in the quick strobe, one arm outstretched like a devil/panther moving towards her prey....me! Blackness. Now only fifteen feet away, once again frozen by the strobe, her mouth opened and her tongue licking her lips in hunger. Blackness. Eight feet away from me now and I could clearly see her long red nails, talons for which she would soon place upon me. I wanted her hands to grab me. Blackness. OH! We now shared the same spotlight. I was now face up and sitting on the floor, mouth open wide in both amazement and heat. Julie like a powerful lioness was over me, her prey, straddling my pelvis, pinning me to the ground. And then she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently but firmly to the floor. If this was a trap please don't rescue me. Julie was magnificent in her animal lust and her devilish manners. I could breathe in her familiar scent mixed with the leather. Her devil horns had reflected her quest for naughtiness and up close I so wanted her altered fattened hot red mouth to take mine for her own. Slowly, and yet still in time to the beat of the music, she pressed her magnificent breasts into mine and I swooned, melting into the roundness, the femaleness of it all. "Devil girl, please take this angel to hell and I will give you heaven." And with that permission, Julie descended upon my mouth. I closed my eyes and submitted to my devil woman, letting her grind her pelvis into mine, on stage, declaring her possession and passion for me. I open my eyes to see her gazing into mine. My Julie. Though dressed as a devil she is my angel. Though dressed in angel drag I am her devil. And as the crowd screams out for more, Julie smiles devilishly, of course and asks, "Would you dance with me here on stage, Brandee?" "Of course, I would love to." I take her outstretched hand noticing my pink sweet nails within the grasp of her hand, and am taken by the contrast of her sharp red devil talons. I let her pull me to standing and the crowd roars. Within seconds, the DJ smartly switches tunes and Julie and I started grinding to our very public private dance to the hip-hop groove of Fergie's London Bridge. "How come every time you come around my London, London Bridge wanna go down?" Purrrrfect! This was so the right song for Julie and I to dance to, because like the famed bridge this song alludes to, after this dance, my "London Bridge" was going down as well. The crowd mimicked every lusty gesture Julie and I danced for each other...pressing breast to breasts, crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth, mouth to breasts. Undulating crotch into ass, as flames of passion overtook us and the club felt as if it would soon explode in an ocean of hot steamy juices. We were all possessed. But no one was more possessed than I, making love through my dancing, for all to witness. The crowd screamed, "Brandee! Brandee! Brandee!" as if my name invoked all that was happening. And within seconds the stage was mobbed by colorful playmates both lost and locked in wicked and heavenly delights. In the center now stood Julie and I lost in our embrace and deep in each other's mouth and each other's souls. "Brandee," panted Julie, "we need to make our sweet escape now." Within seconds, we heard only the muffled sounds of happy heathens as we closed the backstage door behind us, got in Julie's rental car and headed back to Richards' condo to consummate this amazing reunion. In the car, my mouth licked her exposed belly, teasing her matching belly button piercing. Getting out opposite sides of the car, at Richard's, was all the separation I would accept and swiftly I ran back to her to have her mouth and body once again pressed tight to mine. We ran to my room, undressing each other as we went. My top, pink and sweet along with my angel wings flew off me so incredibly fast they hardly made it past the front door. Julie's boots found a new home in the living room. My ballerina skirt's new home was the hallway. Once inside the kitchen, off came Julie's corset exposing my pixie Amazon with her amazing enlarged breasts. And our panties were thrown into the sink. Once naked, I lifted my hot treasure unto the counter and filled my tongue deep inside her mouth loving how our sticky gloss sealed our lips together as tight as our embrace. Then I slowly gave her tender kisses as I traced a love-line down to her waiting nest. And, once there, I was welcomed by her sweet juices flowing to quench my thirst. And she moaned and cooed and screamed and shouted in hot delights as each tiny pre-orgasmic flutter sparked her more. And as I looked up from my sweet position, face in her nest, she looked down at me with glistening hot streaks of perspiration running down her face, we both knew what the other wanted and at the same time yelled out, "BEDROOM, NOW!" We giggled, hand in hand as we screamed like school girls all the way to my bedroom. We jumped on the bed only now Julie was below me and now I was her lusty seductive captor. And, for her, my little girlie clittie stood fully at attention. And we both knew that only Julie will ever know me this way. And know me she did as I entered her slowly, back to my "home." What occurs next, dear readers is a private moment, but I trust you to form the right image in your minds. Yes, it is carnal and it is passionate. It IS everything you might imagine and even more but never ignore that most importantly this was about love. You know the kind I am referring of...Soul mate love. Love which comes from only the most seasoned adult places stripped of old guilty feelings or shame, filled instead with unconditional acceptance. This was not fairy-tale love, nor a love from infatuation or being innocents. This is the most knowing of love...true love. No one was better meant for each other then we were. "Ah, Brandee," interrupted Julie. ""Sweetie, who are you talking to?" "Sheesh, I did it again." "Come here you very silly girl." With her clear twinkling eyes Julie patted the empty space next to her on the bed. "Here, lay with me and let me hold you in my arms." Sliding sideways into her, I tucked back my wild blonde mess of a mane behind my ear and gently rested the side of my face on her breast. I placed my left leg over her thighs, touching her belly with my soft left hand. I never was more comfortable in my life than I was right now with this amazing woman. "Julie?" "Yes, Brandee? "I want to go home now." "And, I want you home." Within minutes we were both sound asleep. When you wish upon a star ...your dreams ...come ...true. Epilogue: "Like, okay, umm, if this was a movie, this would be where the credits would start rolling and some recent musical hit that you were already tired of hearing would start playing. And soon the credits would continue to scroll on the left, and like on the other side of the screen the picture would get all smaller and stuff and sometimes you'd have a few bloopers or "where are they now?" kinda segments. Then, about six months later, this movie would then come out on DVD. And, there you could watch sometimes really important scenes in the Deleted Scene section that the director had to trim, you know, because like, if he didn't, the movie would go over-budget or over-time or something. But, you know, some of those scenes are like so important because they explain a lot of loose ends and stuff? Well here you go . Let's start with the important deleted scenes first. Becoming Brandee, Deleated Scenes: Bimbo Julie? ? (This scene takes place the very next morning after Brandee's final performance. In bed, Brandee awakens while Julie is still asleep.) I awoke and stretched my arms in wide happy arcs luxuriating in my own sweet feminine and satisfied body, even smiling from all the small muscular aches from our hot evening of love making. I loved all our combined sex fluids pulling at my skin in special places. Looking down, I stared warmly at Julie's incredibly altered and yet familiar vision; her magnificent 40 Ds rising with each sleepy breath...her wasp-thin waist evident even without a tight corset. And for a woman who rarely ever wore makeup or nail polish there she was with the shiniest red nails clutching the sheet around her thighs. And that face of hers; I tell her every morning that even at 50 she always wakes up looking like she is 18. This was even more so as, like me, Richard had gotten her a face lift and wrinkles were just no longer there on her face. Her face still had the extreme eye makeup from her devil girl costume last night, dark eyeliner and impossibly thin and arched eyebrows while her mouth was a smeary red and pink from all our kissing. I'd look down at her altered body and then look at mine in the reflection of my vanity mirror taking note of our bimboized bodies. We each had those lovely pumped up cock sucking lips and massive breasts. We were now bimbo sisters. I looked forward to talking about makeup and clothes and guys and all the most girliest stuff with my sweet Julie. But, in my mind I kept having this thought that she only recently finished up some kind of doctor...doctored...editorial....sheesh....that's not it, oh yeah, an advance smart degree. I became a bit confused. However, I got distracted as Julie made one of those snorty noises that she makes just as she is about to wake that just cracks me up. I couldn't help from giggling loudly. Julie awoke, faced me and began stroking my hair as I covered my mouth in an attempt to quiet my giggles which had now become mixed in with my own snorts. "Aren't you the silliest thing, Brandee, and so early in the morning." "Afternoon," I corrected and then started to tickle her further awake. "Brandee!" she yelped out, trying to be serious but soon enough we were engaged in a big silly tickle match. We ached so much from laughing so hard that we both quickly collapsed back, flat on the mattress. Julie tried to quiet her laughing spams and wiped silly tears from her smiling eyes. I sat up, looked at her and just blurted out, "Hey, I am wondering, Julie. Are you a bimbo like me now? I mean you were all going to school and stuff." Julie sat up and started to giggle loudly. "Brandee, look at my body now and what do you think? Certainly I am as pretty as you." "Way more actually," I replied honestly. "And you saw how I behaved last night on stage living out my devil girl desires." "Yeppers this is true," I agreed. All the facts were pointing to the same thing. "So, I guess, I too, also had Richard reduce my IQ to about 85 like yours, doncha' think?" she said tilting her head to one side in a perfect valley girl, bimbo manner. "Uh, yeah?" I guessed simply trying to follow the logic. "Nawwwwww, you silly girl!" laughed Julie. I didn't just complete my doctorial studies to have that all go bye-bye. I've got plans and a very serious job offer, my sweet little bubble head. Now, I did let Richard arrange for such a yummy physical transformation as I wanted to surprise and share this new aspect of me with you. But let him mess with lowering my intelligence? That isn't for me. I mean he is trustworthy and all when it comes to respecting all the limits you and I set out for YOU. However, he still has an impish sense of humor regarding mentally reducing IQ when it comes to bimbofication and I sure didn't want him to play that mischievous sense of humor on me like he did you. I was pleased that Julie maintained her high IQ as I knew it was so important to her but I was so confused by the reference she made to what Richard did to me. "I can see you are confused Brandee. Go get your purse and pull out the voter registration card from your wallet. I couldn't remember even having a voter registration card or even what it might be used for. Bimbos don't really need to know that kinda stuff. I looked at the card. "Okay, see where is says party affiliation." I did and read the long word out loud and slowly in an attempt to pronounce the word right. When I did I smiled happily like a student getting the answer right. "Oh, Brandee, you were never that political party. Richard changed your political party because he felt that only bimbos from that party could have put our current officials in office. I mean it was a witty piece of Richard's wicked sense of humor and ultimately harmless as the elections haven't occurred yet so we can change it back. But, I like having my own wits about that stuff. I know that you, however, have been looking for a much more simplistic lifestyle, my cute little airhead." Bimbo Brandee?- (This scene takes place immediately after the aforementioned one) "It has been liber...liver eating...Liberace...no liberating, that's it, living a very simple mind set, Julie. I can't say that I missed things like watching the horrible news or certainly over-thinking everything, but I do miss our deep chats. I do want to be more than I am that way for you again." "I am so happy to hear that, Brandee," responded Julie. And, as she was reaching over, I thought to kiss me, she instead whispered softly something in my ear. My eyes widened when I heard the word but I knew I wouldn't remember it. And suddenly, like a gentle wave flowing over my body everything became succinctly apparent, revealing my scrumptious situation with cognitive understanding. The hypnotic suggestions never truly erased my high IQ but only moved it over to the side so that I could experience this past year's uninhibited adventure as fully as possible. That I was truly taken care of so well by all those who made this possible brought tears to my eyes. I was so loved. "I love you more than ever, Julie." "And I do you, Brandee. And, I think that though you are now back to your former level of wise intelligence I am hoping that renaming you, Brandee, permanently will always help keep this playful side of you fully alive. I don't want any of those fun features of your bimbofication altered. I just want to be able to share reading and discussing the New York Times together or telling you of my current research projects and having you fully understand it. All this lovely stuff, other than the reduction of intelligence, that has blossomed with you becoming a bimbo, I so want to continue sharing with you. Could I ever have swooned any deeper or felt more loved or be more in love? "You are extremely altered now so we'll have to make some new creative adjustments once we both get home, Brandee. Additionally, I am so glad that Richard agreed to my stipulations that you were to keep your lovely little weenie as I could never live without that. And I know, that as a girl, you now know exactly what I mean. But still, like I said, you have been so physically altered, that there is little way that you could ever go back to live or even pass a guy. But, that aspect no longer matters to me. I want you and I want you to be happy." This adventure has lead up to a place that was not just about my gender playfulness, but of granting opportunity and exploration fueled by the deepest of love. The love that Julie and I share together would be about commitment to removing obstacles while remaining sensitive to the needs and limits of our partner. As good as our life has already been I felt it could only continue to constantly get better. And with this very secure thought in my heart I rested my head on Julie's breast once again, melting deeper into our own personal heaven as she gently stroked my hair, knowing that we'd be in each other's arms forever. After a few moments, secure within her embrace, I told Julie how good it felt, upon her releasing the trigger word's hold over me, to not only feel this way but once again have the mind to plainly articulate my words and thoughts to her. "Oh, regarding that, Brandee,' Julie smirked mischievously, "For special occasions I still know the trigger word to change you back." Fini Okay, here we are back at the end of the movie, credits rolling and cutting now to the "Where Are They Now? section. I always find this stuff to be way fun. Lisa- In less than two years, Lisa owned a chain of her own beauty salons called, Becoming Brandee. Thank you very much, Lisa. Frank- Brandee's movies were so popular and successful for him that he took his shares and bought the Turbulence club. Unfortunately, at the age of 86 he succumbed to a heart attack after a very frisky evening with four of the strippers and an electric cattle prod. Benjamin-After dating Brandee in the first year of her transition, Benjamin eventually found himself totally smitten with only T and CD girls. You can often find him searching for T-girls online in AOL chat rooms and is perhaps one of North America's most notorious tranny chaser. Julie - Two month after returning back home Julie opened a therapy practice with five other therapists. She specializes in gender issues and is sought out by clients from all over the country. Her research papers have been published by the most respected medical and psychology journals. She also has a popular best selling book high on the New York Times Bestsellers list. Within a year she became the leading expert of gender issues. You've no doubt seen her many times speaking on Oprah and various morning news programs. Prior to Julie's therapy practice opening, she and Brandee went to Hawaii to get married all over again. Both brides were absolutely stunning. Interesting side note, both brides recently had breast reduction surgery to find a more back-saving, yet still alluring 38C each. Brandee - Just before leaving Richards's to return home she learned that she was now a millionaire from all her shares of the videos made of her and other ancillary projects. Though never needing to work again, Brandee enjoys the simple task of being an efficient receptionist for Julie's therapy practice. Occasionally, she does Brandee Reunion Festivals with Frank's Film company and dances at the Turbulence club. (Trigger words tend to be involved.) She still has that infectious smile and is about the happiest girl in the world. Richard ? Most everyone has heard of the famous legal Nevada brothels, like the Bunny and Mustang Ranches. Capitalizing on his incredible transformational skills of others, Richard founded the new Butterfly Ranch. All the girls are former men who have been screened by Julie's practice as healthy and who additionally are looking for positions in the sex industry. Once delivered to the Butterfly ranch they are transformed into just the type of girl that each one of them wished that they could always be and enjoy expressing that side of themselves to the customers. They are all under the watchful guidance of Madam Rochelle who sees to the needs and happiness of each of her charges as well as running the day-by- day operations of the Butterfly ranch. No customer arrives without being screened by Madam Rochelle. All the customers enjoy her old world manners, gorgeous smile with which she fondly greets you and her older, yet still incredibly enticing body. Oh silly me, I almost forgot to tell you. After years of vicariously transforming other would be CD girls into the women of their dreams, Richard finally gifted himself. Richard is, Madam Rochelle. In closing, I want to thank the following for their assistance, influence, guidance and/or inspiration for this story: To Fictionmania; thank you for having an outlet for writers and readers of TG fiction. Additional Fictionmania thanks go to their webmaster for putting up with my questions and frequent emails. To the readers who offered their comments at what sparkled within them from reading Brandee's story, thank you for giving me extra icing on any writer's cake. Special thanks go to Dee, Stacy (I am touched that such a talented writer herself would take an interest in my story), Helena, Roxie, R, B, D and Trip. Tons of smiles are off overseas to my pen pal and biggest cheerleader, Deonne. And finally, my most sincere thanks belong to my wife. Without your support and acceptance, my journey would be lonesome and my life bluer. You are the source of my love. If you have some comments you'd like to share with me write me at [email protected]. Be well, creative, safe and happy and may as many as your transgendered desires be actualized with grace and integrity while surrounded by love and acceptance.