Chapter 11 - A True Identity
The next day was Saturday and Kelly and I were home when yet
another package arrived. In it were the items for my remaining
incentive outfit, women's business attire. Kelly had chosen a deep
blue color with a delicate pinstripe in a lightweight wool material
for the suit. The blouse was a paler blue, loaded with ruffles at
breast, collar and wrists. The only feature of the suit that was out
of the ordinary was the abbreviated skirt, not much if any longer than
the other outfits Kelly had selected. A pair of black leather pumps
in the package maintained the towering standard in heel that Kelly had
established as well. Even though it was early in the day, barely
after noon, Kelly suggested we get dressed immediately and go
shopping. Nodding happily, I went to the bedroom to start the process
when I noticed that Kelly had disappeared. I began to take off the
comfortable sweats I had started the day with, wondering where she had
gone. Just about the time I got down to the tightly-stretched thong
bikini, Kelly came walking in with Billie Jo! Billie Jo let out a
good-natured wolf whistle, proving that though I had overcome my
perpetual embarrassment at Brandy's effect on men, I could still blush
when notified of Ran's effect on women.
"I invited Billie Jo to come shopping with us since she needs
a more feminine wardrobe," Kelly explained. "I also thought it would
be interesting for her to see Brandy's full transformation."
"Goodness, you have lost weight," Billie Jo added.
"Congratulations."
I nodded, still a bit embarrassed at the situation. I knew
that once I was fully dressed as Brandy I was credibly female, but in
transition I wondered if Billie Jo would think I looked ridiculous, or
worse, pathetic. Kelly's normal exuberance precluded all negative
reflections. In a moment, she had brought out the white corset and
was wrapping it around my waist. She had me show Billie Jo the
silicone breast forms as she began to work on the laces. When they
started getting tight, she had me hold the bedpost, then called Billie
Jo to her side.
"Here, you pull them tight," she offered with a twinkle in her
eye. "He always does me tighter, because he's stronger than I am.
See if you can get me a bit of revenge."
Rising to the challenge, Billie Jo showed the effects of a
lifetime commitment to exercise. I had always thought that Kelly had
pulled me as tight as it was possible for my body to go, but in no
time Billie Jo was forcing my waist in an unbelievable amount. Kelly
cheered her on until finally Billie Jo tied off the ends and brushed
back from her face a lock of hair that had fallen in her exertions.
She was breathing almost as hard as I was, though she recovered much
more quickly without a corset's constrictions. Kelly had me solo on
my makeup, though she stood ready to catch any mistakes. Cosmetics
went okay, but I needed a little help with the wig in order to get a
few ends out from under the cap where they had stuck. It was clear
that I would soon be able to handle all aspects of the transformation
except for the corset, which still required external help. I pulled
on dark, seamed stockings, then the blouse and the skirt. As I
stepped into the heels I reached for the jacket to the suit, noting
that it was double-breasted.
Kelly laughed as I buttoned it on, "Let's see, double-breasted
jacket, breast forms, and Ran under it all. Does that make
four-breasted or six?"
Kelly handed me a pair of tight kidskin gloves and went to the
closet to search for a business suit of her own. In a moment, she
came back, carrying suit, heels and pantyhose.
"Wait a minute," I protested. "What about your corset? And
those aren't very high heels."
"Tough luck," Kelly returned unsympathetically. "My corset is
in the laundry and for this outfit you have to take what I already
had. I guess today you'll just have to be the prettiest."
I realized that she was a bit disappointed as well and decided
Billie Jo might not be the only one buying new clothes today. She
quickly dressed in her neat business suit and then refreshed her
makeup. Billie Jo's outfit was also a suit, though of plainer style
and longer skirt, so Kelly just had her remove the jacket and blouse
for a moment to apply the appropriate cosmetics and then we were all
ready to go.
We went in Billie Jo's Taurus again as the only logical choice
and were soon window shopping in an upscale mall. This time, I was
clearly the most glamorously dressed and attracted a lion's (or
lioness's) share of the attention. Not all the attention was
favorable, as the clothing shops of the mall were populated with a
higher proportion of women than men and many of the women were
obviously jealous. My internal transformation from embarrassment to
pride at men's attention was more than enough armor to keep the
jealous glares from reaching me and I felt pride at that success as
well.
We spent the afternoon gathering a variety of wardrobe items
for Billie Jo who needed as fresh a start as Brandy had recently
required. Tightly restrictive corsets were not of much use with her
lean, hard body, but sheer wisps of bras, panties, and garter belts in
a variety of colors soon promised to make her cotton underwear most
useful for cleaning rags. Tight, short skirts, lacy feminine blouses,
and tall, tall heels completed her immediate clothing needs. Then she
found a leather dress with a short enough skirt to match my
abbreviated suit. She quickly purchased it, promising to change from
her plain suit so that she wouldn't draw down the image we three
presented. After we found appropriate accessories to complete a few
outfits we went back to one of the better clothing stores so that
Billie Jo could use a dressing room to change. In a short while,
Billie Jo had climbed back onto the pedestal of elegance she had
achieved the previous night and Kelly was clearly feeling third best
among us. She had ordered a new suit with a shorter skirt at one of
the stores we had visited, but the alterations would take a few days,
so she had no new clothes herself.
"I should have worn my own leather dress," she grumbled. "I
don't need a corset with it."
"Oh you're beautiful," we consoled her, though she was right.
Before Billie Jo changed clothes, Kelly and I had not seemed badly
matched. Now Kelly's outfit, while sharp and professional, was not
going to draw her share of the stud patrol she had proudly attracted
before.
"Maybe we should have put a suit on the list for your second
incentive prize. You'll have a new one as soon as it's ready, though.
At that remark, Kelly glanced at Billie Jo and I remembered I
had not told her about my conversation with Billie Jo about Kelly's
third incentive prize. Realizing she had not figured out how to
address the issue of Brandy's ID cards for my third incentive, Kelly
began to sulk even more. The contrast with her usual cheerful glow
drew all of us into gloom. I shook myself out of it and stood still
for a moment.
"Cheer up, you little twerp," I commanded. "Here you are
surrounded by sisters who are a living testament to your genius with
clothes and makeup. When we go out, you're the one that attracts the
only guy that looks like he's interested in more than just a one-night
stand. Right now, Billie Jo and I are getting icy glares from all the
women who are jealous and you're getting the best service. Save your
sexpot image for when there are men around. You don't have anything
to worry about."
The smile and hug I gave her took all the heat from my words,
and she grinned up in recognition of my correct perspective on the
situation. She hugged me back. Then I could see worry about her part
of my third prize resurrect, though this time with determination to
overcome. She began to pull us toward the lingerie store where she
had purchased my extra corsets. As I had called to her attention, she
had been getting the best service and soon she had the sales girl
following her around, helping her pick out additional designs for her
to wear when her ice-blue one was in the wash. Then she asked the
girl if the store had any similar designs, but with laces in front.
"Why do you want one like that?" Billie Jo whispered. "Half
the fun of dressing Brandy is pulling her waist in."
"It's for her third incentive prize," Kelly blurted. Then she
realized that she was talking to her own third incentive prize, if I
could make good on my promise. She blushed furiously and looked away.
Billie Jo realized that Kelly was unsure of her reception, which
implied that I had not passed along the conclusion of our agreement.
"Didn't you tell her what I told you?" Billie Jo asked me.
"Didn't she tell who about what?" Kelly demanded.
I held up my gloved hands in a gesture for silence, then
replied, "Wait a minute, this conversation is getting too convoluted,
let me start at the beginning."
"Kelly, I haven't told you, yet, but I asked Billie Jo to
participate in your third incentive."
"Did she agree?" Kelly asked breathlessly, afraid to look at
Billie Jo.
"Yes," Billie Jo answered with a smile, the flush on her own
cheeks a mere shadow of the one Kelly displayed, but still evident.
Through the thin material of Billie Jo's new dress, her nipples
proclaimed her enthusiasm for the idea. Kelly, looking at Billie Jo
as she answered the question, noticed the evidence. Her smile
regained its normal high-watt intensity.
"Did Brandy tell you her own third incentive?" Kelly asked
Billie Jo.
"No, what is it?"
Kelly explained her total immersion plan for me, including
solo adventures.
"That's why we have to get some corsets she can get dressed in
herself. But I have a problem, Brandy will need a driver's license
when she's alone. We really ought to get her some credit cards and
maybe other ID as well. We can get the clothes easily enough, though
she will never lace herself as tightly as you did," Kelly continued
with a smile, "but I don't know how to get her some ID."
Billie Jo's answering smile showed a deeper pleasure than the
gentle amusement she habitually wore.
"Do you know what I do for a living?" Billie Jo asked.
"No," we replied in chorus, curiosity building.
"I'm in charge of the local driver's license bureau," she
grinned. "I may be able to help you with your problem. Get your
things and we'll go see."
Kelly quickly picked out three new corsets, closely matching
my current style except that they laced in front, and had the sales
girl total up the purchases. I reflected on the clothes we had
acquired in the last couple of months and was glad Kelly's salary
approached my own commission income. We gathered up our packages and
left for the car. Billie Jo drove us to the license bureau, closed at
this time on a Saturday afternoon, and let us in the door with her
key. In a few minutes I had a fresh new license made out to Brandy
R. Dewinter, my height, the weight I would be when I reached my third
incentive, and the crucially important sex block marked with an F
instead of an M. I carefully placed it in my purse, wanting to caress
it for the excitement it signified.
"I can't imagine how to thank you," I beamed. "Will you get
in trouble for this?"
"Not if you don't kill somebody. Carry your other license
with you and if you get in an accident use it. You'll have a lot of
explaining to do, but that's the risk you take. For ordinary
identification, use this one. Besides, yesterday at this time I was
moping in my house wondering where my life was going. In just one day
you have opened a whole new world to me. I owe you more than a simple
piece of laminated plastic."
"You only owe us your friendship," I asserted.
"Same thing," Billie Jo replied with a grin that transformed
her angularly elegant face.
We quickly left the bureau and carrying all our packages home,
we completed our shopping adventure.
