Online (extended version)

Epilogue

Two weeks passed and Bradley hadn't allowed Brittney to return after that episode.

After two weeks of not becoming Brittney he could avoid it no longer. He desperately needed the release he felt when he put on the clothes, shoes, and makeup and became a cute, feminine Brittney for awhile.

As disgusting as he felt after his encounter with David it wasn't horrible enough to cause him to completely stop dressing up whenever his mom wasn't home.

For those two weeks, he would only put on a skirt with his boy tee-shirt or wear his girly sandals around the house with his regular clothes. This helped him feel feminine without allowing Brittany to return, but it wasn't enough. He needed to completely transform into a girl again as badly as he needed food to survive.

So that Saturday, as soon has his mom came out of her room dressed in the cheap, revealing outfit she frequently wore to pick up men at the bar. Knowing it was the one she wore when she was planning on going home with a guy and wouldn't be home until sometime tomorrow, he could no longer resist.

He told himself he would dress up and just watch some girly TV shows or maybe a mushy, romantic movie until he went to bed. That was all.

Ten minutes after she left, he was in the bathroom shaving all the hair off his body and taking a shower with his mom's flowery scented body wash and shampoo.

Thirty minutes later Bradley was gone and Brittney was back. Before transforming, Bradley had put his laptop away and told himself there was no way he was going to allow himself to go on that chat site again.

The following morning he was proud of himself. Last night he got the satisfaction of getting to become Brittney again and nothing negative happened, so he decided it wouldn't hurt to do the same thing tomorrow while his mom was at work.

Bradley ended up transforming into Brittney every night that week without giving into the temptation to chat again.

Everything went well for two more weeks before Brittney found herself once again staring at the chat site login screen on her computer.

She was sitting on her bed, laptop on her thighs, wearing a mid-thigh length, flowing, brown and white dress with a broad leaf pattern. Ankle-cut suede boots with heels on her feet, and silky coffee-colored pantyhose on her legs. Appropriately large jewelry from her mom's dresser, on her fingers and around her neck, completed the look. A set of tiny pearls clipped to her ears.

She kept telling herself that she wasn't going to do this, but the desire was too great.

Within minutes she had lost the battle to resist and found herself logged into the same chat site.

Almost immediately a direct message box popped up on her screen. "Hello?"

"Hi, Dave," She responded.

"I haven't seen you on, in over a month," the comment read. "How have you been, my sexy little cum dumpster?"

A sick feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach and she guided her pointer to the logout button. Being back on this site, and talking to him caused memories of their night together to fill her mind.

She sat staring at the word 'logout' for several minutes before finally clicking it causing her screen to change back to the login page.

She reached up and began to pull the screen down to close the laptop, but stopped about halfway.

Opening the lid back up she stared at the screen before giving in to the warm, pleasurable sensation she was beginning to feel growing in her crotch and lower abdomen. With her breath becoming quick and shallow, and butterflies in her stomach, she filled in the prompts on the screen .  .  .

USERNAME:Brittneycd01
PASSWORD:**********

The chat room loaded and ten seconds later another direct message popped up, "Where did you go, babe? Are you okay? Please, can we at least talk?"

She again considered logging out and this time, deleting her account, but after a couple moments of contemplation she instead violently shook her head, yelled, "get out of my head, Bradley! You don't control me anymore!"

She then began to type a response, "I'm okay. . . . . . . . Hey, can you come over?"

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Thanks to @sabrynabrooklynne for the advice, support, and editing assistance. And especially for a good portion of Brittney's sexual experience. You can feel what Brittney was thinking and feeling, a lot more after Sabryna got ahold of the descriptions.
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