Today was finally the day she was going to strut her stuff. It was 18 months to the day that she had the surgery and now she had gone from 335 pounds to 143. She had dropped 20 dress sizes and she looked great if she did say so herself. The transformation in her self-image was the amazing part. She LOOKED in mirrors now and liked what she saw. She loved showing off her new body. And today she was going to get some very much needed "exercise". She had thought very carefully about what she was going to wear to her best friend's party. She knew that to get Brandon's attention, she would have to be dangerous. So since she had splurged and bought the Harley, she might was well wear the leather.
She had never gotten the opportunity to wear leather pants before, never quite her size, but not today. She had the leather pants, tight top which showed her mid drift (something she had never done), boots and of course the black leather jacket. She hopped on her bike and headed for Tracey's party. When she drove up into the driveway all of the men who had been drinking and cooking at the grill turned wondering who it was on the Hog. You see none of these people had seen her since before her surgery. This was one of the best parts about her decision. She loved seeing the faces of people when they realized that this woman they were gawking at was none other then Cassidy, nickname Mama Cass.
Cass turned off the bike and swung the kickstand down. Before she could get off the bike and remove her helmet, she was surrounded, mostly by men. When she removed her helmet all that long brown hair tumbled down and everyone's jaws dropped to the ground when they realized it was Cass.
"Cassidy!?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, it's me." she said as she swung her leg from over the back of the bike.
"WOW! You look great! Trace told me you had loss some weight but WOW!"
"Now that's one of the nicest compliments I've gotten" she relied.
Brandon was Tracey's little brother. And this family was Cass's second family. She and Brand had had many conversations over the years. They had a lot in common actually. They both like books and literature, Porsches, jazz music just to name a few. There had always been a bit of attraction especially since he had come back from California. He had grown up so much in the 2 years he was in the Navy, both mentally and especially physically. Now longer was he this skinny kid, he had well defined muscles in his chest, legs and what a butt he had on him now. OUCH!
For the next hour or so everyone complimented Cass on her new self, telling her how great she looked and how they hardly recognized her. She could hardly believe it but it was starting to get old and Brandon had been pulled off by his dad and she was left talking to people she didn't really wish to talk to. She decided to leave and excused herself to find Tracey and make some excuse to go, thinking maybe a ride in the country might relax her. It seemed obvious that a rendezvous with Brandon wasn't likely today. As she walked in the house, someone touch her shoulder. It was Brandon.
"Hey, think I could get a ride on your bike?"
He had a pair of blue eyes that could make you say yes to anything. Eyes that you could get lost in.
"Cass? Are you ok?" he touched her shoulder and that broke the spell.
"Oh, a ride? Sure! Anytime."
"How about now?"
"Now? What about your sister's party?" she asked.
"With all these people, we won't even be missed." He smiled.