Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

  

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.

  

  

  

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