Once there was a girl named Bree. She was an orphan left in an old church when she was a baby. She never met her dad and the only she thing she knew about her mom was that she was the one who left her there.
Though she had a rough time growing up, she learned to push through with the hardships in her life and became a strong and independent woman that she was today. She learned early on that life is too short for bullshit so it should be lived like you are dying the next day without regrets whatsoever.
She was eighteen, young and beautiful. Wearing a sexy red dress and a 3-inches stilleto, she went out with friends one night. Thinking nothing but how to satisfy her body urges she learned to get accustomed with, Bree drank and dance the night away enjoying her youth and freedom.
The way she swayed her voluptuous body flirtatiously, bit her red lips seductively and batted her twinkling eyes invitingly, young men couldn't help but notice and fall for her. Though surrounded by good-looking men, Bree did not entertain any of them. To her, they were too immature and not worthy of her time. She wanted someone who is mature enough to handle her, a man's man to make her feel like a real woman.
A quarter after eleven as the music began to die, Bree looked at the entrance and saw a man wearing a black leather jacket and ragged coal-black pants staring at her. As she stared back at the stranger she could not help but think to herself how attractive that man was. She smiled at him, gave him a little wave and silently sat in her seat, hinting the man to go sit with her at her table.
Bree smiled even more when after a minute, the man sat at her table and offered her a drink.
"I'm Brand by the way," said the man. "May I know who's the lovely lady I'm sitting with?"
Hearing his flirty flattery, Bree felt her cheeks blushed.
"I'm Bree." she answered, lightly biting her lip.
They talked until midnight and drank until their stomach could not handle anymore liquor. Both feeling tipsy, Brand invited Bree over his place to spend the night with him. Without even saying goodbye to her friends, she immediately said 'yes' and went straight to the man's house without even thinking it thorough.
At the man's house, Bree continued to be flirty with him and Brand was happy to flirt back with her. They made passionate love that night. She was right. He could make her feel like a real woman. She kept asking him for more. And he kept her satisfied with every move, with every inhale, with every thrust of the hips and with every kiss.
The morning after, Bree woke up hangovered. She looked to her side and was surprised to see no one beside her. Sitting idly on top of the pillow was a note. With a splitting headache, she stretched her arm and picked up the piece of paper.
It was a letter addressed for her and it read.
To you,
Thanks for the night. It was a blast. The payment's over the table, by the way. 20 bucks is enough, right? Get it and leave. I don't want to see you in my house when I get back.
-Brand
Feeling used and dirty about herself, Bree cried. She picked her red dress up off the floor, got dressed as quickly as she could and ran straight out of the man's house.
Nine months later, she found herself pregnant with the man's baby and laboring alone in his old apartment. With one final push, she delivered a healthy baby girl.
Not knowing what to do and not having anything to support her new-born child, Bree did what she thought was good for the both of them...
She left her baby outside the same old church where she herself was abandoned.
Five years after, Bree was still haunted by what the man made her feel, and was still tormented by what she did to her own child. In her sulking loneliness, she met a woman named Faye.
Faye was an openly lesbian woman. Despite of her being that, they became good friends. As she spent more and more time with her, Bree felt something inside of her for the said woman develop, a tingling feeling she never felt with men.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she was sure she lusted to be with her. Bree wanted Faye both physically and emotionally. She loved her.
That feeling solidified when the two decided to make love. Bree never felt more alive. She enjoyed every second of every minute with Faye. She longed for the woman and she wanted her more than the latter wanted her.
Another five years past and the couple was still going strong. After contemplating for forever, they decided to undergo a complicated surgery that would give them the oportunity to be real men with both functioning hormones and organ.
Despite knowing that there was a 70% chance they might not survive the tremendous surgery, they still went for it. To them, it was worth the risk.
After the surgery, Bree woke up with a bitter sweet news. Her surgery was a 100% success. However, Faye did not survive the said procedure.
The lost of her beloved partner ruined her. She was lost. First, she was abandoned as a baby. Then she was practically treated as a dirty prostitute, got impregnated by the man she never knew and had to leave her own child because she could not provide for the baby. And now, her beloved Faye was gone.
When she recovered and became a real man, Bree changed her name to Brandon, after the asshole who impregnated her.
To cope with her insane loneliness and tragic loss, Brandon went out to find physical pleasure with female prostitutes every night. He kept her mind and body busy with this women to make him forget of his awful past.
That was her routine for eight more years and he never changed, never felt sorry for these women he used and never planned on stopping.
One night, as the 36-year old bearded Brandon was walking home to his house drunk after partying the whole evening, he passed a desolated and narrow alley. He grabbed his black leather jacket and squinted his eyes when he noticed that the said alley was glowing with some weird bluish light. It must be the booze or his fatigue but he felt like the light from the narrow alley was calling him, inviting him to walk through the said weird bluish light.
Curious, Brandon stepped into the light and immediately got blinded by its bright glow. When the light subsided and when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the entrance of a bar. Confused, he scanned his surrounding and immediately saw a voluptuous young woman dancing provocativey as the music slowly died. Seeing how attractive the said woman was, Brandon bit her lip and could not help but looked at her with lustful eyes.
Like she could feel him staring at her, the young woman with a sexy red dress and a 3-inch stilleto looked backed at Brandon with a sweet seductive smile on her beautiful face, gave a little wave and silently sat at her table. He could feel the attraction in the air between them. He knew she wanted him and he badly wanted her back.
Marching with his ragged coal-black pants on and with a handsome smirk on his lips, Brandon walked over the young woman, sat at the table with her and offered her a drink.
"I'm Brand by the way," said the man, hiding his real name. "May I know who's the lovely lady I'm sitting with?"
Hearing his flirty flattery, Brandon saw how the young woman's cheeks blushed.
"I'm Bree." she answered, lightly biting her lip.
