Charisma Part 1

Her breasts, enhanced by the wonderful brassiere that Charisma had created, gave her some confidence. She knew that many men--and women--found her costume sexy and her physical charms sexier. She hoped that Charisma would also find her attractive.

“Hello, my dear!”

Tiffany rose, blushing, as her hostess entered the room.

“My, but you are a lovely young thing,” Charisma said, her eyes sparkling as her gaze swept over Tiffany’s figure. “Oh, but your breasts are superb!” Tiffany blushed. “Thanks to you,” she said. “Your brassiere--it’s amazing.”

“Nonsense. It can enhance only those charms that belong to you by the grace of God.”

“In my case, I had a little help,” Tiffany demurred. In answer to her hostess’ arched eyebrow, Tiffany explained, “I’m a shemale.”

Charisma studied Tiffany’s cleavage. “You haven’t had surgery there,” she concluded.

Tiffany smiled. “No, just hormones.”

“They’re lovely.”

“I have you to thank for that.”

“Nonsense. As I said, my brassiere can enhance only those charms that belong to you--whether by God’s grace or through a little hormonal assistance.”

“When I saw what your bra does for my figure, I just had to thank you,” Tiffany gushed.

Charisma sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. “Please, sit.”

Tiffany sat.

“Seeing what it does for you--both the inner and the outer you--is all the thanks I need,” Charisma declared. “I would like to see you without the bra--and without the blouse--if I may.”

Tiffany reddened, but she did as she was bidden, removing the velvet blouse and the lavender brassiere beneath and placing both carefully on the cushion between her and her hostess. She was shocked when she realized that her breasts remained as full and pronounced as they’d been while she’d been wearing the brassiere. She stared at her enlarged breasts, confusion, fear, and delight on her astonished countenance.