Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 18:06:47 -0700
From: furui ma <rancherking@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brandi's Vette

     This  is  the  first instalment in a  series  of  short
stories or chapters that detail a young man's encounter with
a transvestite and the subsequent developments. I know a lot
of  people  figure  if the story is hot,  why  bother  using
proper   grammar.  This  is  meant  as  a   thinking   man's
pornography. If you need to reach for a dictionary, consider
that you are enriching your vocabulary. I've enjoyed writing
this and I have more to say on the subject so you can expect
additional  submissions from me. This is a work  of  fiction
and  the characters depicted are fictional. Any resemblances
to real events or people are purely coincidental. That being
said I hope you enjoy.


                       Brandi's `Vette

    Standing beside the road with my thumb sticking out, I
watched the cars zipping by, willing one to stop for me.
Little did I know the impact this day would have on my life
subsequently. Nor did I suspect how soon I would find myself
an enthusiastic participant in activities that I had never
before imagined held any interest for me. I had only been
there for about ten minutes when a vintage 70's Corvette
signalled and slowed, pulling over onto the shoulder a
little ahead of me. The candy-apple red paint glittered in
the sun and the engine throbbed its low rhythmic pulse as I
jogged up. The passenger window powered down and the lock
knob popped up as I approached.  Looking in I saw the
driver's plump tanned legs in loose faded cut-offs. My
glance also took in bare feet on the pedals, toes painted to
match the car and high-heeled sandals on the passenger side
floor. I opened the door and got in, not believing my luck;
chicks never pick up male hitchhikers. As I was settling in
the driver addressed me in a low sexy contralto whose tone
reminded me vaguely of Juliette Greco "Buckle-up sugar. How
far are you going?"
    Turning towards the voice confirmed my apprehension that
the driver was in fact a man in drag. Then again, he
radiated a patent femininity, and sex appeal or pheromones
fairly dripped from him. The big blonde hair was obviously a
wig but I couldn't help thinking of him as a girl. The red
tank top she wore couldn't contain her generous figure and
every move revealed choice bits of smooth tan flesh. My face
must have betrayed my stunned, conflicted feelings at
finding her so instantly alluring in spite of myself. She
laughed then, and stuck her hand out. "Call me Brandi." She
said, winking at me.
    Taking the hand I replied "Hi, I'm Phil, thanks for the
ride Brandi. Uhhhm long weekend off University; I'm going to
Victoria to visit friends, you know? Do you pick up a lot of
hitchhikers?" I was babbling now.
    "Hmmmm well, I only stop for the cute ones." Brandi
laughed again, a bubbly, infectious sound. She signalled and
re-entered the flow of traffic. "What's your major, Phil?"
    "English. I want to write for a living."
    I fixed my eyes on Brandi again. Surprisingly, despite
the extreme divergence she represented from my habitual
range of experience, I found myself really liking what I
saw. She looked about twice my age, early forties but damn
hot nonetheless, and that regardless of gender. She caught
me watching her and giggled again, winking, and blew me a
kiss with pouting red lips. I had to smile back. On one
level I understood this was a man but come what may I was
responding as I would to a woman.
    "Ever get lucky hitch-hiking, Phil?" She asked then,
"Anything wild ever happen?"
    "Is that what's called a leading question?" I laughed.
    Brandi laughed too. "I guess that depends where you want
it to lead you."
    I kept staring at her generous curves and that lovely
tan skin, and my cock was definitely reacting. "I've never
been picked up by anyone like you, if that's what you mean."
Chunky, sexy, sluttish and under-dressed, hell, that's just
about exactly what I'm partial too in women. Nothing strange
about craving what I liked, was there? For all its
strangeness, the situation swiftly became rather compelling.
"But there's always a first time for everything, isn't
there." I mused aloud.
    "I have found that to be the case young man, more often
than not." She looked at me seriously then and I held her
gaze until she smiled and turned her attention back to the
road ahead. "First time for everything, indeed. There's some
grass and papers in the glove box, roll us a treat, dear
boy."
    I found a bag of prime bud and rizzlas and rolled us a
nice fat spliff; lit it, toked deeply and passed it to her.
    She took it and smoked. We drove on for a short while,
smoking like this, before she broke the silence. "You like
Martinis? I'm just crazy about them myself." She sounded a
little nervous, unsure. "I was gonna stop at the bar or at
least pick up a bottle on the way down. Are you in any big
hurry to get to Victoria, Phil. Perhaps you'd care to join a
lady for cocktails, my treat of course."
    Cheeky. Well, I thought to myself, here is a smooth,
self-assured lady. Clever, witty and tempting, she seduced
and engaged my mind as well as my groin. "Nope." Attempting
to remain suave as I answered. "No hurry at all and a
cocktail sounds tremendous right about now."
    "Lovely. You know, Phil baby, it being such a gorgeous
day, we have a number of options before us." My answer had
eased her disquiet and her voice sounded steadier though
still a little breathy. "And you must feel completely at
ease voicing your opinion in our little discussion here.
First option, we could stop at a bar and chitchat over a few
drinks together. Second, I have a little mixing kit in the
trunk complete with shaker, glasses and all, so we could get
some bottles, some ice, find somewhere to park and have a
little tailgate party confabulation. Or else our third
option, which, because it allows us to get as drunk, stoned
and crazy as we like, in complete safety and utter comfort,
is by far my favourite option. We get some bottles like I
said. But instead of having a liquid picnic, I get us a room
so you and me can get to know each other privately.
Intimately." She smiled seductively. "How vote you, Phil?"
    There was some trepidation at the thought. After all,
until then I had never considered myself gay. By then
however I had a raging hard-on and my cock felt no
indecision whatsoever. I looked her up and down again and
formulated an answer my cock would like. "You make a
persuasive argument dear Brandi. I vote we get a room where
I'm quite certain we will enjoy getting to know one
another."
    "Wonderful. So it's settled then, dear boy. Now all we
need to do is find us liquor and a motel." Her hand dropped
off the shifter onto my lap and rubbed my thigh, giving a
little squeeze as she let go.
    I felt hornier than I'd ever felt before. My head was
swimming and my cock was rock hard.
    About ten minutes later we spotted a liquor store,
conveniently located beside a motel. She parked outside the
office.
    "You sure about this honey pie?" She asked as she turned
toward me.
    Rather than answer I reached out, pulled her closer and
kissed her passionately. She seemed surprised but pleasantly
so. Her lips were soft and parted slightly as my tongue
sought hers. As the kiss broke, she pulled a wad of cash
from her purse, handed me a hundred and said. "Here. Go to
the liquor store and get us vodka, gin, vermouth and
whatever else you fancy. I'll get us a room."
    I made my way to the store. I found the requisite
supplies including a bottle of coffee liquor and paid the
clerk. We met beside the `Vette. "We're all set. I got us a
nice place. It's got a hot tub, a waterbed; it's got the
works baby. Nothing too fine for a first time." She winked
at me and I could feel myself blushing. "I just wanna park a
little closer to our room. Get in baby."
    "Sounds good to me, how long do we have?"
    "As long as you like. We're booked till the morning.
There's an ice machine down the hall; would you get us a
bucket? Then I'll fix us a couple of drinks and we can get
down and dirty." She grabbed the bottles and a small
suitcase from the trunk and headed for the room. I went off
to find the ice.
    Brandi was sitting on the couch when I came back in with
the ice. "Come here baby," She said, patting the seat beside
her "Vodka or gin?"
    "Vodka please."
    Everything was laid out on the coffee table in front of
her. I joined her on the couch. She took the bucket from me
and proceeded to mix us a couple of martinis. "Cheers." She
said, handing me my glass and resting her free hand on my
knee.
    "Cheers." I replied, clinking our glasses together.
    She certainly mixed a kick-ass martini. "Nice." I said.
    Putting her drink down, she leaned forward and we kissed
again. Any lingering resistance evaporated as I ran my hand
along the smooth hot flesh of her thigh, stroking her
gently. Her hand swam up my t-shirt front, caressing my
torso before pinching my nipples playfully. She was so sexy,
her legs spreading apart, moaning softly. The cadence of our
kisses and caresses increased as we became more aroused. She
tugged at my t-shirt and I raised my arms, allowing her to
pull it off. Her mouth found my nipples and immediately
started sucking and nibbling. She pulled at my jeans,
undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. I stood to
help her release my cock. She pulled my clothes off until
she had stripped me completely naked. She made soft little
appreciative noises, purring and cooing over my penis as she
took it into her mouth. "Oh Brandi." I moaned gently as I
stood, my drink forgotten in my hand, transfixed by the
pleasure her mouth and hands bestowed. "You rock me."
    "Mmmmmmm what an exquisite body you have, darling." She
slurred agreeably if slightly indistinctly, as my cock
slipped in and out of her mouth.
    The experience was absolutely fantastic; I couldn't
understand what I had been so uptight about. Who the hell
cared if Brandi was a guy? She was a sex goddess whose
manifestation somehow transcended gender. She had released a
libidinous force I had unwittingly harboured until then. I
found myself possessed of the zeal of a convert. "Baby you
are utterly stunning and you fulfill needs I did not know I
had. I just can't believe I'm here with you."
    My drink joined hers on the table as my hands slowly and
deliberately explored Brandi's body, as she did mine. Her
skin was smooth everywhere I touched, warm and supple.
Kneeling between her legs as she sat, I reached behind her
and pulled off her tank top. We caressed each other warmly
and tenderly. Like the rest of Brandi; her breasts were
amazingly feminine. I cupped one in my hand and took the
other in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple.
    She knelt beside me and we kissed again, hungrily. My
lack of scruples may have surprised her, but I couldn't help
myself. I caressed her belly slowly and slid my hand into
her waistband. When my hand encountered hard cock it wrapped
itself around it with unanticipated ease. My need
overpowered all other thought or opposition as I undid the
buttons on her shorts. They fell to the floor revealing a
black thong tightly outlining her cock.
    "Let's get into that bed sweetheart." She said
breathlessly.
    We stood together and picked up our drinks. Brandi
stepped out of her shorts and we walked over to the bed,
clinging to each other, reluctant to break contact for so
much as a second. Her thong dropped to the floor, divulging
the final bits of skin, free of tan lines or hair. Finally
we were both naked and we tumbled into bed together.
    "Babe, I can't believe how natural it feels to be with
you." I told her between kisses and caresses. "I've never
slept with a man and I truly didn't expect it could feel so
usual and somehow proper. Was it like this for you the first
time?"
    "I took to it as a fish takes to water, just like you
darling boy." Brandi winked and laughed. "You are a find and
I will enjoy you." We kissed tenderly. More or less exactly
the way I would have kissed with a girl.
    It was me that felt fortunate to be with this wonderful
lady with a cock. She pleased me in ways I had never
suspected even existed and I still had the rest of the
occasion to look forward to I knew not what. The French have
a word for love at first sight: `coup de foudre' more or
less signifying thunderstruck. That's a fitting concept for
the radical alteration of personal reality I had
experienced. Whatever else she decided, I would definitely
follow Brandi's lead.
    We finished our drinks and Brandi got up to fetch us
refills. I watched her walk away, amazed again how much she
turned me on. The lovely swing of her hips, the jiggle of
her cheeks and even her cock slapping her thigh, all these
things made me want her madly. My cock twitched and oozed a
bead of pre-cum. My sexy partner returned with a cocktail
glass in each hand, which she deposited on the bedside table
before jumping into bed with a giggle. Her humour was
contagious and I found myself giggling along with her.
    We kissed again until she asked. "Would you like to fuck
me, dear boy? I'd love to feel that handsome young cock
inside me."
    "Mmmmmmm baby, right now I can't think of a single thing
I want more than your sexy ass."
    "You should find condoms and lube in the night table
drawer, darling."
    There were. I quickly tore a package open and unrolled
one over my penis. Brandi was crouched on the bed,
presenting her gorgeous smooth brown ass to me. I grabbed
the lube and slathered my cock generously then spread the
rest in the crack of her ass. I rubbed my cock up and down
between her cheeks, absolutely loving the sensation as she
pushed back against me, moaning softly. Finally I guided my
cock into her. She pushed back hard and gasped as my cock
rammed all the way in. I grunted my intense pleasure and
started pumping my cock in and out of her.
    "Oh baby that's it fuck my ass, yeah, fuck me like a
slut."
    There was a strange familiarity about this novel
experience, but whatever else, the immense pleasure was only
accentuated by the transgression against previously held
taboo. My hips were bucking like crazy, faster and faster
until, much too soon for my liking, grunting and moaning, I
pulled out, ripped off the rubber and came all over her ass.
We collapsed together, panting and sweating.
    "Sorry that went so quickly, baby." I apologized.
    "Darling, don't worry about it. I loved what you did to
me." She said rising. "Besides, we've got all day and night.
Let's have a quick shower and then we can soak in the tub
for a while."
    I followed her into the shower and she washed me quickly
with gel soap. Cleaning my cock and balls, soaping up my ass
and rinsing me off thoroughly. She grabbed my hand and
pulled me out after her.
    "Now grab your drink and join me in the hot tub. I'll
bet I can suck you hard again inside of five minutes." She
laughed.
    Of course I joined her. Cuddling in the tub, we resumed
our mutual exploration of each other's bodies. I found her
still hard cock underwater. Holding it was oddly satisfying,
as were Brandi's reactions to my touch. I enjoyed seeing the
passionate expressions that my hands elicited. We played
with each other's cocks like this in the tub as we talked
and got to know each other.
    She was single, a little older than I had thought and I
soon discovered she was quite a fascinating individual. An
accomplished computer programmer, she had managed to make a
few astute investments while still young and had retired
four years ago at 45. She still owned a few patents that
brought in royalties too. She loved dancing and Caribbean
music, as I already knew. She had dressed in women's
clothing at every opportunity since her mid-twenties but her
retirement now allowed her the freedom to truly live as a
woman as much as she wanted. Of further interest, she wrote
pornographic stories for extra income, and traveled quite a
bit, "for research purposes, wink-wink."
    "So are you going to write a hitch-hiker story now?" I
asked her, smiling.
    "Most likely." She giggled shamelessly. "This is pretty
hot even by those standards, darling boy."
    The thought of men getting horny and masturbating as
they read my story was arousing as all get out. I smiled my
complicity. "Yeah its hot alright."
    I told her a little about myself, where I studied, what
my plans were for the future and the kind of girls I liked.
I explained I'd never been with a man before and that,
knowing myself, this experience would lead to intense
introspection as I reconsidered my sexual orientation. Her
advice on that topic was that sex was sex, whoever you had
it with. Gay, straight or bisexual, if it made a body happy
and it didn't harm anyone else, what did definitions matter?
    After about 30 minutes we climbed out and towelled each
other off.
    "Hungry yet?" Brandi asked.
    "I could eat." I replied. "What are you in the mood
for?"
    "Surf and turf." Came her immediate answer. "I know a
great place about 20 miles down the road. We can jet down
for a quick nosh and come back for round two."
    The mere mention of food set my mouth instantly
watering. "Ok sweet cheeks, let's do it."
    We got dressed, got into her car and drove off. She bade
me roll another joint from the glove box stash. On the way
the steady bass thump of dub music accompanied our
conversation. "I don't suppose you've ever considered this
Phil, but I think you'd look pretty hot in drag." Brandi
declared innocently.
    My heart lurched at the suggestion; I sat stunned for a
few seconds. "You really think so?" I lit the joint to cover
my discomfiture, passed it over after taking a hoot.
    She took it. "Easy enough to find out. I'll take you
shopping tomorrow morning." She giggled and winked at me
before taking a huge toke and blowing the smoke into my face
and laughing uproariously.
    I had to laugh as well. After all, only an hour ago I'd
silently pledged to follow Brandi's lead in all things.
    I opened my mouth to say I'd give it a try but what came
out instead was. "Would you like a blowjob, Brandi?" I had
had no idea I was going to say that!
    "Young man!" She looked at me with a mock shocked
expression, which soon melted into uncontrollable laughter
again. "That is an excellent idea!" She tilted up the
steering, undid her shorts and pulled out her semi-hard
dick.
    I pushed my seat back all the way, knelt on the floor
and took a penis into my eager mouth for the first time. I
loved the feel of it hardening in my mouth. I tried to
remember what had pleased me when girls had gone down on me.
Holding her hips in my hands, I licked and sucked for all I
was worth. She just sat there smoking as I pleasured her.
Once again I was doing something I had never imagined I
would ever do and totally enjoying it. Would wonders never
cease? I had a feeling that associating with Brandi
practically guaranteed the periodic recurrence of wonders.
It would be futile to resist under those circumstances.
Better to just go with it.
    "A girl could easily get used to this, darling." She
said caressing the back of my head.
    "Glab oo ee ov se'vice." I glibly replied around a
mouthful of her cock. Which made her laugh.
    A little later when she came in my mouth I swallowed her
spunk almost before I knew it. It really wasn't anything
nasty and it had given me a hell of a thrill, so again I had
to wonder at my former reticence. My lady was well pleased
and so was I.
    It seemed the gay in me couldn't wait to get out and I
could no longer speculate how far I might be willing to go.
Besides, there wasn't much left undone, was there? I
regained my seat and buckled up again.
    Presently, we arrived at the restaurant. As a concession
to form, Brandi wore her sandals and took a navy dinner
jacket out of the trunk, to wear over her tank top. We
entered arm in arm and were greeted by the hostess, who
called her by name and said her usual table was available.
    "Thanks Amanda." Brandi said. "This is my new friend
Phil."
    I felt myself blushing a little, but Amanda, who was
about my age, only smiled and said "Hi Phil." as she handed
us our menus. "Margarita's?" She asked.
    Brandi looked at me quizzically. I nodded and Amanda
left to get our drinks.
    "You are too cute when you blush." Brandi patted my
hand.
    When our drinks arrived, Brandi ordered surf and turf,
the steak rare and I ordered the same. We nursed our drinks
and played footsy under the table to pass the time. Brandi
told me she stopped in there frequently on the drive to or
from Victoria. The staff was friendly, the food was good and
Brandi could be herself here.
    We were on our second round of margaritas when the food
came. After the day's exertions and excitations I was
ravenous so I demolished the steak and lobster. We stayed
for a third drink, and then left for our motel room. Not
quite replete, I convinced Brandi to stop at a service
station for some beef jerky and pop. The ride back was
otherwise uneventful as we listened to dub music as I
snacked on the jerky.
    Back in our room, Brandi asked. "So, have you considered
my shopping expedition?"
    I had. "I was about to tell you earlier, but instead I
ended up sucking you off." I answered. "I will follow your
lead; in all things homosexual and the like, I trust you
implicitly. You can be my guru Brandi, my gayru as it were."
I did love to make her laugh.
    "Splendid! Oh sweetheart trust me, you will look
absolutely fabulous. We'll shop in Victoria tomorrow. Ohh
this is so exciting, I can't wait." Her anticipation made
her jiggle delightfully. She bounced over to the table where
she had mixed our drinks. The ice had melted so she emptied
the bucket into the sink, and batting her eyelashes, handed
it to me. I planted a kiss on her lips and headed out to get
more ice. "Thanks darling." She said as I headed out the
door.
    On the way to the ice machine I reflected on the day's
events. Here I was in a motel, spending the night with a man
who wore ladies clothing and this morning when I set out I
had believed myself to be straight. You just never know, I
chuckled to myself. My bucket full of ice, I returned to the
room, where Brandi greeted me with a kiss. She had turned on
the radio, found some reggae music and was dancing around
the room. I handed over the bucket and she immediately began
mixing martinis. I made my way to the couch and watched her,
loving her carefree attitude. Finished, she stood in front
of me with my drink. Rather than take the drink, my hands
caressed her legs and hips, pulled her closer and I kissed
her lovely brown belly. She giggled as I undid her shorts
and let them fall down to her ankles, soon followed by her
thong. I took her soft cock and felt it harden in my mouth.
I looked up at her and she smiled down at me, brushed my
hair with her hand.
    "So now you like to suck a lady's cock?" She asked.
    "Who would've thunk, right? Thanks to you I'm
discovering much I'd never suspected about myself."
    "Well as long as you're pleased with what you find."
    "I'm pleased at finding you my beautiful, sexy lady with
a cock." I smiled.
    I stood and we embraced. She began pulling my clothes
off and soon we were naked together. We kissed and caressed
like this, our cocks rubbing together delightfully. So many
unexpectedly pleasant sensations that I would never have
experienced otherwise, it left me wondering.
    "Carpe diem." I breathed softly.
    "How about I carpe your dick instead?" She laughed as
she grabbed my cock.
    "You're so cool." I laughed back.
    We made our way over to the bed by mutual accord. We
flopped into it and continued our caresses. By now I was
pondering anal sex, curious. I had never thought seriously
about it before but now, especially after seeing how much
Brandi had enjoyed my cock in her ass, I wanted to know what
I had been missing all this time. Finally I had to ask. "Did
it hurt, the first time you had anal sex?"
    "It could have but it didn't. If you have a gentle
partner, take it slowly and use lots of lube it doesn't need
to hurt. In fact it can be very nice. Would you like me to
play with your pretty ass, my darling boy?"
    Our eyes locked as I answered. "Please Brandi. Show me."
    She spread my legs and started gently caressing my inner
thighs, my cock and balls, my ass, murmuring softly as she
did. She started sucking my hard cock then took my balls in
her mouth, which was absolutely amazing. Positioning herself
with my legs on her shoulders, she probed and stroked slowly
between my cheeks. "Turn over baby and spread" She winked at
me.
    I did as she told me, crouching with my ass spread wide
and was rewarded with the amazing sensation of her tongue
licking the length of my crack. My body thrummed with
pleasure. "Oh baby, that is so fucking good." I was
breathing hard, panting the words out.
    "You like that sweetheart?" She asked.
    "Oh my god yes. So good."
    "Good. Enjoy."
    Her tongue was slipping in and out of my asshole and it
was the most amazing sensation yet. Brandi got the lube out
and spread some between my cheeks. She slipped a finger into
my ass and once again I was surprised how pleasurable the
experience was. Brandi asked me to turn over onto my back
again and I complied right away. Still fingering my ass she
took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was indescribable
and left me babbling incoherently. We maintained eye contact
as she did this to me; her look was so gentle and loving. I
could feel my sphincter loosening under her tender, probing
massage and then she pushed a second finger in. There was a
little pain but as she stretched my ass to insert yet
another finger the gratification was overwhelming.
    "Oh yeah, aren't you the sexy little anal slut.
Surprise, surprise, surprise." Brandi cooed to me. "Are you
ready, baby?"
    I couldn't speak but I nodded my agreement as I jittered
and panted in the extremities of bliss. She grabbed a condom
from the night table and slid it over her cock. "Lift." She
said, indicating my hips.
    I did and she slid a pillow under the small of my back.
Positioning herself between my legs, She rubbed her cock
along the crack of my ass, sending a thrill of delight up my
spine. Slowly and deliberately I felt the head of her cock,
push into my anus. I gasped at the sudden pop as the tip
slipped inside me. I looked up at my lover and she smiled
back knowingly. She popped her cock in and out of my ass,
each time it went a little deeper into my ass and soon it
was sliding freely. Jamming her cock all the way in, she
grabbed my cock and started masturbating me. About two-dozen
strokes were all it took to get me off and I came all over
my belly. Brandi pumped her cock faster for a bit and then
pulled out to shoot her own load all over me shortly
thereafter. I was taken aback by the peculiar emptiness I
had felt after she pulled her cock out of my ass. She lay
down beside me, breathing hard.
    "Brandi baby, my ass is yours." I sighed. "Do with me as
you will."
    "I take it you enjoyed the experience, slut boy." She
whispered in my ear. I held her close as she gently stroked
my chest and belly.
    "You've made a believer out of me." We drifted off to
sleep holding each other.
    Sometime during the night I woke to find Brandi sucking
my cock. I manoeuvred myself into position to return the
favour. As I sucked her cock, I caressed her ass. She spread
her legs and my fingers found her anus. I reached for the
lube to give her a finger job.
    "What a great idea, I want some too." She held out her
hand and I squeezed some lube into it for her. The playful
way she had of inciting me as we discovered each other's
body held tremendous appeal for me. We played for an hour or
so, attentively learning our mutual sensitivities until each
of us had come once more. Satisfied, we lay together until
we fell gently asleep again.
    Morning found us entwined with Brandi holding my cock
lightly in her cupped hand. She had been observing me
quietly as I slept. I smiled at her. "Morning" I said.
    "Good morning beautiful." She kissed me.
    "I'm going to have a shower. Care to join me?"
    "Go ahead, I'll be there shortly."
    I headed for the bathroom, whistling. I was lathering up
when she came into the shower. Her arms encircled me from
behind and she kissed my neck. When I turned I saw she had
taken the wig off. "Hi darling." Brandi said tentatively.
    There was no kidding myself anymore. Brandi was a guy, a
cute, chubby, older guy, 5'5", with beautiful tits and short
thinning hair. That's when I realized it really didn't
matter since I'd already discovered I loved sucking cocks. I
could hardly complain about the fact that they were attached
to men. I smiled at my new lover. "Hi gorgeous." I kissed
him tenderly and passionately. Then, still holding him I
looked at him closely and asked the question I hadn't asked
yet. "Is Brandi short for Brandon?"
    I was rewarded with a lovely smile. "Good guess
sweetheart. You're so clever."
    "With the wig I've always thought of you as a woman; a
sexy, sluttish woman with a cock, but a woman nonetheless.
Without it though, I find I can only see you as a man. I
think I should call you Brandon when you're not wearing the
wig?"
    "Of course dear boy. And what shall we call you when
you're wearing your own wig, darling?" He smiled wickedly.
    "I haven't given it much thought. Not Phillipa, that's
for sure." I laughed.
    "We're gonna have so much fun together, my dear, sweet
boy." He took the soap and began to lather me up. Wrapping
up our morning ablutions we exited the shower and briskly
towelled dry. Then I sat and watched Brandon re-apply the
make-up that revealed the Brandi in him. With the wig the
transformation was complete.
    "Brandi!" I exclaimed. "Welcome back, girlfriend."
    "Am I your girlfriend?"
    "Definitely."
    "Wonderful darling. Lets go shopping. We can catch
breakfast on the way."
    We collected the liquor and bar tools, signed out, then
got into the car and headed south in search of breakfast and
my new feminine identity.