Chapter 13 - Final Preparations
With the earliest hint of dawn casting gray light into the
room, the girls began to wake up. Kelly stretched languidly. After
one of her sexual bondage sessions she was always loose and relaxed.
As soon as Kelly started to stir, Billie Jo roused as well, though in
her case her new experience carried over with a few twinges in muscles
not previously used. I had to admit to a little stiffness myself, as
the hours of bondage had restricted the normal repositioning people
need at night. The women quickly grabbed the massage oil and kneaded
all of my muscles to looseness while they were still under the gentle
tension of the bungees. Then they released me from the bonds.
By now it was getting to be light out, though we didn't hear
any sounds outside. Billie Jo scrounged up her sheer g-string and
went looking for her tee-shirt. In a moment, dressed as far as she
could be, she came in to kiss us good-bye. I flattered myself to
think that her kiss to me was at least as warm and full of gratitude
as her kiss to Kelly. I know it brought her nipples up, the evidence
was obvious. Smiling, but with heat showing again in her cheeks,
Billie Jo trotted back to her house though her usual easy grace
betrayed at least a little discomfort. I expected she would get over
it soon enough.
This day was to be a business day for Kelly and Brandy. As
soon as I was showered and shaved (all over), Kelly laced me into the
white corset and I began to do my makeup. My outfit this day was the
short-skirted business suit. I looked cool and elegant, though my
beautiful hair was too long for a typical business woman, just as the
skirt was too short. Kelly dressed in a matching outfit complete with
her own corset and short skirt now that she had her new clothes.
Our first stop was at our bank. With Kelly's co-signature and
my photo driver's license I obtained a credit card and checking
account as Brandy R. Dewinter. I realized that my signature could not
exactly match Ran's, so I experimented with a softer, rounded style
and quickly developed one that was definitely more feminine, but which
I could execute smoothly. After I had a bank credit card and checking
account, we went to a few department stores to get credit accounts.
The store's risk was eliminated by Kelly's co-signing, so they were
most happy to have a new customer.
"Now that you're a real person, what do you want to buy
first?" Kelly grinned.
"I think I need a purse," I replied. "I can't keep on using
yours. One of these days I'll leave something in your purse that I
need."
Kelly nodded enthusiastic agreement and we began to shop in
earnest. I selected a couple of stylish purses, one which maintained
the cool elegance of the suit I wore and one which showed a more
casual look to go with the denim skirt outfit. With Kelly's
assistance and frequent reference to the articles she carried in her
own purse (some of which surprised her), we quickly filled my purse
with appropriate items. As we wandered through the stores, we saw a
travel office.
"Oh, look," Kelly pointed. "We need to decide where we're
going on vacation when you make your own goal."
The opportunities were fabulous, almost too many to choose
from. We considered ski trips but decided that Brandy needed to spend
her vacation in skirts, not pants. Just visiting cities didn't seem
like enough either. We began to focus in on cruises.
"Do you want to go to the Caribbean?" Kelly asked.
"I don't think so," I replied disappointedly. "I don't think
I would look good enough in a skimpy bikini, and I'm not interested in
some Mother Hubbard of a swimsuit."
"Hmm," Kelly mused, "you're probably right. I can't wait to
get a new swimsuit of my own, though."
"Careful, you shameless showoff," I whispered, "you get me
thinking about you too hard, and I'll get too hard."
Kelly blushed. Clearly she had forgotten that she was with a
man who really appreciated her looks and not just a girl friend. I
considered that the best compliment she had ever paid Brandy, and told
her so. She nodded in amusement.
"I remember who you are when it counts, though," she grinned.
Smiling, I poked her in her armored ribs. We finally settled
on a cruise to Alaska. My weight had been inching steadily downward
so we felt we could commit right then to a schedule. On the trend I
was on, it would take about a week to reach my goal. We set a
departure date two weeks from that day, and I resolved to meet it,
regardless of what it took.
The information on the cruise told us that the temperatures
would be cool enough to make jackets desirable when we were outside,
and that evening gowns were appropriate for dinner on at least a
couple of the nights of the cruise. Accordingly, we embarked on a
serious shopping spree after that, laughing and chattering
companionably as we tried on clothes and commented on each others
appearance. Kelly's sure sense of style and color led us to wonderful
choices. We remembered the standard admonition to take twice as much
money and half as many clothes, but we just had to buy a mountain of
boxes full of new items.
The day passed swiftly. We ate lightly as we shopped and
returned home after dark, laden with packages. This had been the
first full day I had been Brandy, and my tired feet proved it. I was
reaching to remove my wig when Kelly stopped me.
"Don't stop being Brandy, yet," she pleaded. "Let's put on
our nightgowns and go sit for a little while."
I carefully removed my clothes. Before, I had always taken
off my wig first and didn't have to worry about my long tresses
getting in the way of buttons and laces. Even with Kelly's help on
the corset, I found my silken waves flowing into my face and over my
shoulders with every move I made. Kelly helped me tie my hair up in a
ponytail until I had the nightgown and peignoir on, but I let it down
again as I stepped into my high-heeled slippers. The warm brown color
cascaded over the dark red of the sheer outfit, bringing out
highlights in each.
"Goodness, girl, you look like an invitation to heaven," Kelly
gushed.
"No way, beautiful," I laughed as I disagreed. "You're the
angelic one. The invitation this dark red implies is to an entirely
more sinful place."
We strolled through our house to the back yard, again sitting
on the lounge chairs. The soft summer breeze tickled its way through
our thin material as I considered how far I had come in such a short
time. I wondered how far I could go.
"What do you think we should do after I get off vacation?" I
asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you don't need to lose any more weight, and the only
way I'll lose much is if I start shedding muscle. We met our original
purpose, or will have in a few days when I finally get to my goal. So
then I get my incentive and spend full time as a woman for a while.
Then what?"
"I hadn't thought about it. What do you want?"
"I really don't know," I mused. "When we started, I
considered this a lark, and it still is. I'm having a wonderful time
as Brandy and our sex is better than ever. I find myself wanting to
be Brandy nearly full time, except when I'm filling you full of what
only Ran has."
"Maybe you ought to be Brandy full time, at least for a while.
I like spending time with Brandy too much to let her go away. You
can't stay on vacation forever, though. What would it take to be able
to go to work as Brandy instead of Ran?"
"I don't know. I only see my investment customers a couple of
times a year when we go through their portfolios in detail. The rest
of the time we handle our business by phone or computer. Maybe Ran
needs to expand his business and take on a partner named Brandy," I
grinned as an approach presented itself. "Then I could be Brandy
except for a few days twice a year. Even that might fade away if
Brandy turns out to be a good investment advisor and Ran's clients
decide they like her better. What do you think?"
"Oh, Brandy, that could work!"
"Let's see how the cruise goes. But I may need to redecorate
my office and add a space for a junior partner," I smiled in dreamy
hope.
