Fort e next few cays I spent most of my time worng out who Brandy actually was. I might ave
ransforrned into her, but that didn’t mean I knew thing one about her mannerisms or personality. I
ent up to her room, pawed through racks of expensive and revealing clothing. Watched the videos
on her computer of cheerleading tryouts, acting auditions, anything she put her mind to. Without
much difficulty I could do a roundabout approximation of her after not long at all. That brought me to
he mirror.he girl staring back at me was the eponymous Brandy. Tall, blonde, sexy as hell, with a cute face and
huge rack I kind of understood why she’d be such a terror, any guy who she spoke to was going to
do anything this beauty told him. She would be unstoppable. From the looks of her grades too, they
eren’t bad, she just didn’t seem to want to apply herself. She didn’t seem like an airhead at all. I
asn’t going to have to change that much to be her, and anything I did have to do was going to be
ell paid for.
It was no surprise that Brandy had felt the need to rebel against the Svennings. A lovely family, of wedish extraction, and well known in the local area for their generosity toward charitable giving.
However they were boring, milquetoast and whitebread, with not a single edge to the lot of them.
Brandy was a young girl, trying college for the first time, it was no wonder that she had suddenly
ound a rebelliousness within that had been repressed for the many years she’d spent under their roof. I, on the other hand, could understand the value of getting paid, and so the fact I was going to have to temper myself and act like a good girl all day every day wasn’t too bad. I was making more hand I’d ever had in a year every month, I could be whoever anyone wanted for that much. and in the end, there wasn’t really anything wrong with being a good girl. All it meant was attending classes, not going out too much (which wasn’t a problem for me, considering how anti social I was) and to be a responsible, well dressed, and charismatic young woman. After two months of remaining at college and raking in the money, my ‘father’ called Brandy’s cell phone asking for my attendance at
little gathering he was putting together. I had to say yes, but had no idea exactly what that meant.
If it was the price of getting paid, then I was going to have to go. So I picked out a modest dress from he racks of clothing Brandy had left for me, and then dolled myself up to a respectable level. Living a woman hadn’t been nearly the hassle I’d imagined it would be. Shaving my legs for the first time had been a major challenge, and the fact I had to look after my body a little more was annoying, but I felt the effects of being fit and they were a lot better than the slob I’d been. Within an hour of being informed I was attending this event, I was in my car ready for the hour drive back to Newport.
Reflecting on my tenure as a college aged hottie, I’d positively loved it. I kind of had to give it to Mr.
venning, Daddy, for looking after me so attentively and in such a loving manner.
In truth, I was loving being the good girl.