From Bradley to Brendalee43 Pt. 04

It happened so fast and so unintentional. I had revealed my "life" to Deb before Claire had a chance to tell her. If Deb left for home, there'd be hell to pay for certain.

Claire started to say something as I did too. Deb held up a hand in each of our directions and said "Stop. I had most of it figured out before Brad went to bed."

I wondered how as she continued, "I've been a detective 8 years. Brad's probably spent 20 minutes in the kitchen total in all the prior times I've come here. Yesterday, every time he sat down, he smoothed out a dress he's not wearing. And in the bathroom, there's pink towels and pink nail polish. Claire and I started wearing nail polish and had our ears pierced together. She's never worn pink polish all the way through college. That's 3. Pretty easy to conclude what's going on.

With that, she grabbed Claire's arm, looked at me as Claire said "we'll have breakfast and coffee out on the patio, while you, as she looked and Claire, missy, tell me what you've got going here."

Claire looked back at me and said "You heard her. Coffee on the patio", and motioned me to get busy.

I poured a couple mugs for them, brought it out and of course asked what they'd like for breakfast out here. Claire stood up and said "I'll be right back", and took off into the house. Just a couple minutes later, she came out and said "Since you know, I have set out clothes for him to wear today. A light breakfast today for us."

At first I was feeling betrayed but then it was also a relief. I was feeling "natural" in my female clothing but nervous as to how Deb would view it. No use in worrying about it now, just put together breakfast and get on with the day.

I sliced up some fruits, toasted a couple bagels and put cream cheese on them and there, breakfast ready.

I took it to them and Deb gestured to me to sit down and join them.

Deb must have asked 2 dozen questions about the "new" life we're leading. On a "professional note" she said she'd never had a Domestic Violence case on an FLR/m as f couple. (male as female I learned. That was interesting to hear. She's been a detective 12 of her 22 years on police force in a major California city.

She stood up, excused herself and went inside. Claire told me they were going shopping for an hour or two and would bring lunch home with them. I get a break.

"Enjoy it" she said as Deb came out, grabbed my right wrist, then handcuffed me to the lounger I was in. Then she said to take my top off, as much as I could. When my left arm was vulnerable, she grabbed it, put a zip tie around my wrist and other arm of the lounger. Smiling in approval, she put her bra on me without the shoulder straps.

There I was, down and not going anywhere. They were going out, I was to just take in some sun and I'd better hope they didn't have any distractions. Thankfully, Claire brought out some sunglasses and put them on me.

I was glad none of my neighbors had a view of my patio. What a sight I was, just in pantyhose, skirt, pink nail polish on my toes and a rather plain white sturdy bra. I heard the car leave and after coming to grips with how serious they were leaving me here, decided to just take a nap. After all, it could be a long day ahead for me.

It seemed much longer than a couple hours as I was thirsty, a bit warm and with beads of sweat all over me. I heard them come in as there was the sound of shopping bags being placed on the table. Deb came out, moved her bra down my chest and said "let's see the boobies". As she looked, she smirked. I now had tan lines, make that 'slight burning" that would tell everybody my life should I go shirtless.

She took off the handcuff, handed me a pair of scissors to cut the zip strip and get myself cleaned and dressed. I looked at Claire puzzled as she just nodded and said "Deb has a few nice things for you to wear while she's here. For the rest of today, put on what she laid out so nicely on the bed for you.", and into the shower I went. Cleaned and freshly shaved everywhere and fresh pantyhose on, I went into the bedroom where my jaw hit the floor. A pink french maid outfit, pink wig, pink high heels and pink glitter nail polish. My cage was getting a workout but being metal, holding me in place. I didn't see this coming at all. As I was processing it all, I heard Deb say with the force of a police officer "Hurry up, get dressed. I'm only here a couple more days". And with that, my little trance was broken. I got dressed and fast as I could. The heels were new thus stiff and putting them on I noticed they were half a size too small. But I was able to fasten them. I put the wig on in front of the mirror and down the hall I went.

I found them on the patio and they stopped whatever they were talking about to look me up and down. Claire said "Deb has my complete trust in this, so you will do what she says as if she were me. And she thinks you won't protest this. Is she right?"

Wow, Another facet to this life I didn't see coming. But I didn't see any reason to object. So I said to Claire "She's right. I may need to establish a word that I can use to say "that's too much" though. We settled on one and with that, Deb handed me a pink box about the size of a ream of paper.

I opened it up and it was a 2 pack of Rhumba panties, one white, one pink. I let my shoulders sag and said "Claire won't allow panties on me as she thinks panties with a bulge are ugly."

Deb said she agreed with that but thinks these will hide the bulge as they also "will make your maid dress flair out. Put them on."

I turned around to head into the bathroom to put them on and was stopped after 2 steps.

"No need to be shy" Deb said. "She showed me the cage you're wearing while we were out and it covers you nicely". And with that, I put on the pink ones and my maid dress took on a new shape. Deb smiled and said "Now when you set down, should you get a chance to do that, you'll have something to smooth out. And one more thing...." She came reached into her purse and pulled out a 3 pack of tiny padlocks and with her finger, motioned me to come close. Then she used 2 of the locks to fasten on my heels. I didn't know they were the type that could be that way but there I was, unable to get out of them. But there were 3. I asked what the 3rd was for to which she said "For tomorrow. You'll see. Now be a gracious maid, go make us some lemonade. But before you leave us, learn to curtsy."

Huh? I looked at Claire for some way to halt this but she pointed to Deb and said to me "Do what she said".

I held the side hems of my dress and gave a little flex of the knees. Which wasn't near enough she said. So again, but a little deeper. And still, not enough.

About a dozen tries later she was satisfied and the shoes being that small were taking a toll on my feet. It was going to be a long afternoon and evening.

I brought out the lemonade and was told to use a tray every time I brought them something. And as I left, was stopped and reminded that a curtsy was to happen every time I left and entered the room with empty hands. Also when bringing them things on a tray, curtsy after setting it down. And so the day went. I wasn't given much time to get off my feet, and when it came time to go to bed, I was ever so ready to get the heels off. Deb gave me the key, said she wants it back before I get in bed. I enjoyed the walk out to her as I had on a pink nightgown. She took the key and said "I promise you'll see the 3rd locks purpose tomorrow.

The next morning, by request, I served them their morning coffee, fruits and coffee on the patio and Claire said to wear what I had on yesterday but the white rhumba panties were to be worn. "Also, there's another box, put that on as well. Shave your legs, touch up your toes and put a coat on your fingernails as well. Now go, and don't forget to curtsy."

I was so glad that what to wear was settled but that would be short lived.

Done in the bathroom, seeing my maid dress set for me there was a note on it.

"Put on what's in the box before getting dressed". The mystery excited me and the steel cage was once again doing it's job. I opened the box and it matched yesterday's surprise. A white and a pink rhumba bra. I'm only a couple months into this and have nothing to wear a bra for. But oh well, on it went. After putting on the dress again, it did put a new shape to the upper part of the dress. But there was something else in the bra box that I found no use for. A steel chain with D ring on one end and an O ring on the other end. And the 3 locks were also in the box without keys.

I got as dressed as possible, including locking my misery shoes on. But the chain and other lock were still my big question.

I brought them out with me, remembered to curtsy when joining them and asked what the chain and other lock were for.

Deb got up, came to me, took the chain and lock and told me to turn around.

She put the chain around my neck, the O ring went through the D ring, then she closed it not tight but a rather close fit that couldn't be slipped over my head. Then she unzipped the back of my dress just enough to get to the back of the rhumba bra where there was holes in the straps I didn't notice. The chain went through them and the padlock was locked on the O ring. It effectively made it impossible to remove the bra without a key. Claire had been in my drawers and pulled out 2 pairs of pantyhose which filled the front of my bra. They looked me over and seemed rather satisfied. I was told to go look at myself in the mirror, get my wallet and we're going out.

A panic set in as going out like this in town could invite bushels of trouble.

"Can I know where we're going?" I asked. And they were happy to tell me....

We were going to Penny's home, I'm to clean it while they visit and get information from her about my new life.

The shoes were killing my feet but I didn't notice it as my mind raced to find a way out.

To be continued...