The Agency Ch. 24

"Have you ever showered with a lover before?" Brenda asked half teasingly as a very excited Michelle tentatively stepped into the massive shower.

"No, this is a first," Michelle replied sheepishly, "I barely wanted to shower at my old place, the bathroom was gross."

"If it's any consolation," Brenda said as she poured shampoo into her hand, "this is the first time I've showered with an almost girl."

"Have you showered with a girl before?" Michelle asked almost instinctively.

"Nope," Brenda replied, running her fingers through Michelle's soapy hair and massaging her scalp, "you're the first girl I've ever been attracted to!"

"I'd wonder if that was a compliment or not," Michelle chuckled, "being called a girl and almost girl, but I'm naked in the shower with you and I can't complain about that!" Michelle placed her hands on Brenda's hips, then around her back, enjoying the fact she could pull their soapy bodies together.

The two spent nearly 45 minutes in the shower together, then spent far more time than needed moisturizing each other and brushing out the other's hair. "If we don't knock this off," Brenda said, finally wrapping a towel around her body, "we'll never get to bed!"

"Oh, you're sleeping here too!" Michelle was unable to hide her surprise.

"You don't want me to do the walk of shame this late at night do you?"

"NO!" Blurted Michelle. "I mean, of course not," Michelle couldn't hide her embarrassment at being so excited to have Brenda stay, "I have nighties in the closet and you can wear whatever you want tomorrow morning."

"You're too cute," Brenda replied, lightly touching the side of Michelle's face, "I need to drink some water first, then I'll get something, you go ahead and pick first."

They exited the bathroom with Michelle heading to the walk in closet and Brenda heading to the kitchen. Taking a quick drink, Brenda walked back into the bedroom as Michelle walked out of the closet in a short pink nightie with ruffled boycut bottoms. Brenda had to giggle a bit at how overtly feminine Michelle's nightwear was, but let it go as she walked into the closet. Everything was neatly organized, Brenda was quickly able to find Michelle's collection of, well, if you called it sleepwear that's what it was. Brenda chuckled as it reminded her of an old TV show where the wife seemed to dress up to go to bed. There was no shortage of lace, sheer material, bows, ruffles, satin and slits. Brenda typically preferred to be casual in bed, the less you wore the less that ended up twisted around your body in the middle of the night. She finally managed to find the men's dress shirt she'd given Michelle not too long ago and slipped that on. Buttoning two buttons in the middle, she walked out while rolling up the sleeves.

"Wow," Michelle said as she straightened out the bedding, "that looks awesome on you."

"Thanks," Brenda replied with a warm smile, feeling her cheeks reden a bit, "I like to be more casual than you I guess."

"Babette helped me shop."

"That explains a lot," Brenda chuckled, "I'll help you get some more if you want."

"I'd love that!" Michelle beamed.

Crawling into bed, the two met in the middle. Kissing softly, they cuddled for a bit with Brenda pulling Michelle's leg over her body. Saying goodnight, Michelle rolled over, becoming the little spoon as they cuddled close. Michelle loved the feeling of having Brenda holding her and feeling her warmth against her back.

In the morning Brenda awoke feeling refreshed, it was obvious that Michelle's bed and mattress were better than her own. Looking at the nightstand, a hot pink travel mug sat with a light stream of steam emerging from the top. Brenda realized she was alone in bed, and Michelle had obviously made her coffee as well.

"A girl could get used to this," Brenda chuckled, swinging her feet out of the bed and picking up her coffee, "I wonder what other surprises she has in store for me this morning?" Brenda made her way to the bathroom, finding a black fleece bathrobe. She dropped the shirt she slept in on the vanity, noticing the freshly cleaned toy and harness air drying next to the sink. With a smirk and a bit of a tremble from her memories of the previous night, she pulled the robe on before going to find Michelle. Walking into the living room, Michelle was in a yoga pose with her back to Brenda, who shook her head slightly at Michelle. "Does every article of clothing you own have slutty undertones?" Brenda chided.

"Only because Babette helped me shop for them!" Michelle quipped.

"Not that I'm jealous," Brenda said walking to a nearby chair, "but if I had an ass like your's I'd be showing it off too!"

"Yoga helps," Michelle replied, turning and twisting into another pose, "and while I may look a bit slutty, these bottoms don't pinch and move pretty well."

"If you say so," Brenda giggled, then sipped her coffee, "they look awkwardly comfy I guess."

Michelle stood, stretching her arms high above her head, then turned to face Brenda before moving into another pose. Brenda found it entertaining, but was also getting mildly turned-on watching Michelle's fluid movements. The low-cut lavender booty shorts with the scrunched back and matching sports bra certainly showed off Michelle's feminine features and soft curves. Brenda still wasn't completely sure how Michelle ended up at The Agency, but her body made her an excellent choice.

"I'm going to make a smoothie for breakfast," Michelle cleared her throat and repeated herself shaking Brenda from her day dream, "do you want breakfast?"

"A smoothie? Why not?" Brenda replied, feeling the need for something a bit more carnal growing. "I need you to come over here first though," Brenda replied, opening the top of her robe exposing part of her torso to the rapidly approaching Michelle, "who would have guessed I'd become a lesbian this easily?"

"I'd be offended by that," Michelle teased as she started kissing her way across Brenda's chest while opening the robe even more, "but I'm foolish enough to allow a woman to lock my cock away, but not foolish enough to turn down enjoying your naked body!"

"One of these days I'm going to want to hear about that," Brenda gasped as Michelle's teeth pinched her nipple and her tongue rapidly flicked it, "but sure as hell not now!"

Michelle took her time, making her way slowly down Brenda's body, until Brenda finally pushed her the last few inches needed to get her mouth into place. After the last few times pleasuring Brenda with her mouth, she knew exactly what worked best and when. It only took a minute before Brenda's hips were moving in time with Michelle's tongue, her mouth open from breathing heavily. Just as Brenda went to speak, Michelle slowly inserted a finger causing her to gasp instead. On a whim, Michelle pressed the thumb from her other hand against Brenda's asshole, then watched as Brenda's eyes went wide and she bit her bottom lip. With just the right pressure with both digits, Brenda's body tensed for several moments then shuddered as she let out a loud groan. Michelle watched and waited to remove her finger while slowly kissing and licking Brenda's wetness.

"I'm going to want to hear how you learned to do that too." Brenda panted, weakly raising and dropping her hand.

"You'll be happy to know," Michelle slowly rose to her feet feeling quite proud of the orgasm she'd just given Brenda, "it wasn't Babette!"

"That's a good thing!" Brenda chuckled, managing to muster enough energy to cover herself and sit up. "All joking aside," Brenda said as she got to her feet and followed Michelle to the kitchen, "the last time I saw Babette, she was a very different person, and we had a nice chat."

"I'm glad you get along with her," Michelle said as she grabbed ingredients from the fridge, "she's really my best friend and has helped me a lot with all of, well, this."

"I certainly won't deny her that, or you for that matter," Brenda responded, taking a seat in the kitchen while Michelle dumped ingredients into the blender, "every girl has that one slutty friend after all."

"Really?" Michelle paused for a moment. "Who's your slutty friend?"

"You're standing there in a pair of shorts that are essentially a thong that covers your butt," Brenda chided, "and a sports bra that barely contains you asking who my slutty friend is?"

"I figured you had one before me." Michelle blushed in response.

"Nope!" Brenda winked, reaching for Michelle's arm and squeezing it lightly. "You are definitely the one and only slutty friend I ever need!" Michelle couldn't contain her smile. "By the way, am I going to be able to find anything I can actually wear out of here in your closet?"

"I have some non-slutty outfits you can choose from." Michelle responded, turning on the blender for a bit.

"Well, I'll let you get dressed for work first," Brenda said as the blender shut off, "I am definitely going to take a soak in that Olympic size bathtub you have before I even consider leaving here today."

"I was thinking," Brenda shifted uneasily in her seat, "were you serious about letting me move in if I can't find a place?"

"One hundred percent serious!" Michelle immediately said. "If you find out it's too much," her words started to falter as she tried to figure out what she was going to say, "my having to go out and work and stuff, well, if that just feels odd for you." Michelle swallowed hard then continued again. "Well, you can find a place and I won't be mad or upset," Michelle finally blurted, "I just want you happy and comfortable."

"You are simply the sweetest thing ever," Brenda stood, grabbing Michelle tightly in a bear hug, "thank you so much."

"I can't wait," Michelle beamed with excitement, "and I know a really good moving company too!"

"I don't know that I can afford a moving company." Brenda replied.

"Who says you'll have to pay for it?"

"Let's see, coffee when I wake up, you're making breakfast and gave me several amazing orgasms," Brenda said playfully, "I may never want to move out!"

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" Michelle giggled, giving Brenda another hug. "I'm running late though," she said looking at the clock, "I've gotta shave still and get dressed."

"Go right ahead!" Brenda took a drink of her smoothie as Michelle bounded to the bathroom. "This is almost as delicious as her ass." She smirked to herself.

Thankfully by this point Michelle had her morning grooming routine down to a science. The added estrogen made it so she didn't have to worry about her face, so it was simply her legs and armpits. With those done, she did her makeup and hair then walked to the closet to figure out what to wear to work. She finally settled on a lilac garter belt, thong and front close bra set, tan stockings and a purple dress. Stepping into a pair of purple suede heels, she emerged from the bedroom where she saw Brenda sitting on the couch with her legs crossed on the couch.

"See," Michelle said as she slowly turned around, "I have non-slutty clothing."

"Well, you have work, or I should say," Brenda winked, "office appropriate attire, but I bet if I dug in your closet I'd find a slutty schoolgirl outfit too!"

"You wouldn't have to dig," Michelle chuckled, "it's in the armoire, and I actually have two of them, you can wear one while I wear the other if you want!"

"But if we're both slutty school girls," Brenda raised an eyebrow while watching Michelle's reaction to her question, "then who's going to spank us?" Michelle shuddered visibly at the comment. "Go to work," Brenda teased, "if you're a good girl I'll spank you later!"

"But if I'm good," Michelle walked over and kissed Brenda softly on the lips, "then why do I get a spanking?"

"Because if you enjoy it," Brenda responded, getting to her feet and ushering Michelle toward the front door, "then it's not a punishment!" Brenda gave Michelle's butt a playful smack as they got to the door. "Now go to work," she said as Michelle opened the door, "I'm going to take a swan dive into that tub!"

"The water is already running," Michelle said as she stepped into the hallway, "it takes a while to fill up, so I gave you a head start."

"You are simply the sweetest!"

Michelle was on cloud 9 as she walked to the elevator. She'd never had feelings for anyone the way she felt about Brenda. The fact Brenda was accepting of her job and the contract she was obligated to fulfill was that much better. When she'd first started at The Agency, Michelle was dead convinced she wouldn't be in any kind of a relationship for the length of the contract. The fact she'd rarely dated before working there actually meant it didn't really impact her life, but without her employment she never would have met Brenda. Michelle shook her head as she got into the elevator, amazed that becoming a fem-male had improved her life in almost every single way.

Brenda walked to the bathroom to check on the tub, which was now half full. She brought her glass she'd had her smoothie into the kitchen and cleaned up from breakfast. By the time she returned to the bathroom the tub was full of steaming water. As an above average height woman, it wasn't common for Brenda to get her boobs and knees under water at the same time in a tub, this tub allowed for that. Dropping her robe, she slowly stepped into the water and lowered herself. Laying back, Brenda relaxed, closing her eyes and wondering how it would be living with Michelle. There were certainly considerable perks to it, but it came with one rather sizable downside. While Michelle hadn't told her how she spent the past weekend, Brenda knew enough of the details to know Michelle had sex with an older man and a T-girl. She had spoken to Allie quite often over the past few weeks, and Allie had been amazingly open and honest about The Agency and the role of her employees. Brenda had decided she needed to go into this with her eyes wide open.

What made it more bearable was Michelle's genuineness. She had a kind heart, was shy and loveable and Brenda, regardless of how she tried to fight it, had feelings for her almost immediately. From the first day Michelle had entered the office, Brenda had watched what could only have been a very awkward and geeky guy, blossom into a confident woman without losing any of the charm that had attracted Brenda to her in the first place. Babette had come into The Agency on a high horse, and all but looked down on Brenda from the start, but Michelle had something about her that was just special. Brenda couldn't deny that. She would work through Michelle's "obligations" and when that ended whatever and however Michelle decided to continue her life, Brenda would support it.

After an hour-long soak, Brenda reluctantly climbed out of the tub. She put the terry robe on the back of the door, and walked to the closet. Because the curiosity got the better of her, Brenda looked at the top drawer of the armoire, finding two plaid micro miniskirts, white tops too small to be buttoned and several other items. Grabbing the pink and black plaid skirt, Brenda pulled it around her body fastening it on her hip. With phone in hand, Brenda snapped a picture from just below her breasts, capturing her wearing the barely there skirt which couldn't have been more than 6-inches in length. With a wry smile, Brenda texted the picture to Michelle before returning the skirt to its proper place in the armoire. Her phone beeped shortly after.

"The guy who had been nonchalantly trying to look down my top almost dropped his coffee when your pic came up!" Michelle texted.

"You need to be more careful next time," Brenda replied, "he could have spilled it on you!"

Brenda eventually found a bra and panty set, forgoing the garter belt and stockings, then selected a light blue floral dress to wear with wedge sandals. She shook her head, realizing that every pair of shoes Michelle owned had a 4 or more inch heel. Save for the one pair of barely worn sneakers, Michelle was basically the TV version of a 1950's housewife. Brenda made her way out of the condo, deciding that first she needed to go home and get something of her own to wear. As she climbed into the cab her phone rang.

"Hi Allie!" Brenda said as she answered the phone.

"How was your date last night?"

"It was a lot of fun," Brenda replied sincerely, "this morning I woke to coffee on the nightstand."

"Very nice!" Allie replied, "How about lunch this afternoon?"

"That sounds like a plan to me," Brenda answered, "is it okay if I do a bit of shopping as well?"

"Sure!" Allie responded. "For Michelle or for you?"

"A bit of both I think," Brenda replied, "I need to move someone's wardrobe out of the whore couture section." Brenda giggled as the driver's eyes immediately glanced at her in the rear view mirror. "And maybe a few other fun things."

"Whatever you need!"

"Thanks so much, I'll see you in a few hours."

"Sounds good!" Allie said before hanging up.

Allie watched on the monitor as Michelle entered the office, noting there was a definite spring in her step that wasn't usually there. Michelle settled at her desk, then started online shopping for nightwear. Allie had to chuckle as the items Michelle was picking out were definitely more comfort based than sexy looking. Knowing what Michelle had purchased to this point, she could imagine the conversation between Michelle and Brenda as they rummaged through Michelle's closet. Brenda was definitely not overly girlie and probably didn't own more than one item with satin and lace, while Michelle owned almost nothing but satin and lace! As long as they both made it through Michelle's first weekend of dates, things should go quite well with them Allie thought. Looking at the monitor, she laughed slightly as Michelle had added a pair of pastel colored cotton nighties but was now looking at a backless red satin nightgown with a plunging neckline, long slit up one leg and halter top.

"I get that there's a whole comfort thing," Michelle huffed under her breath, "but that's just damned sexy!"

In the other room, Allie chuckled as Michelle deleted the two cotton nighties and added the red satin one to her shopping cart. Several other negligees were added, none of them lacking in satin, lace or sex appeal. Allie closed the window monitoring Michelle's computer and settled back into business. "At least they won't ever get their clothing confused when they're sharing a closet." She smirked before sipping her coffee.

Brenda entered her condo, happily kicking off the borrowed sandals. She didn't mind heels, but she couldn't wear them all day like Michelle did. Brenda was also just starting to get used to dressing up in more than scrubs for work, she'd been quite thankful that Allie had suggested a suit for her to wear the night before. Sure, she was using a bit of inside information on Michelle's likes, but it didn't mean she cared for her any less. Brenda truly was in love with Michelle, and why not use a bit of information Michelle surely would have shared on her own to both of their benefits? She wasn't quite ready to be Ms. Brenda just yet, but she was getting closer. Wielding the strapon last night with Michelle was better than she'd ever expected. Brenda paused a moment to catch her breath, then started rummaging through her wardrobe to find something to wear to lunch with Allie. It would be interesting to see Michelle's face when she walked into the office later. Brenda knew Allie would be in a dress and heels, as was Michelle, so she felt she should at least follow suit. Selecting a dark gray A-line skirt, cream blouse, Brenda looked herself over in the mirror. While no one would be inspecting her lingerie upon entering an office, Brenda added a pair of stockings to complete the look. She stepped into a pair of 2 1/2-inch heels and made her way to the street.