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Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 14:06:48 GMT
From: hotstacey@hotmail.com
Subject: The Perfect Wedding (TG)
You must be at least 18 years old to read this, and I hope you enjoy my
fantasies as much as I do.
The Perfect Wedding
I was getting married in two weeks. I was very excited, but I was unable
to tell my fiancee about my feminine persona. I have been cross-dressing
for as long as I can remember. As a child I would raid my mother's closets
and drawers. Everyone in my family thought it was cute and endearing until
I was around 5 or 6 years old. Ever since then I have hidden my desire to
dress and become myself, Stacey.
My fiancee was a gorgeous brunette, 5'9", 140 pounds, with a 28 inch waist
and "DD" breasts. She was a bit taller than I, but we weighed about the
same. We had never had much of a sex life, but we cared for each other
deeply. I loved her and still do, and I am sure she still loves me.
We both recently graduated from college and thought this was the perfect
time to get married. She was able to find a job right off the mark. She
was going to be a research assistant at a large pharmaceutical company. I
was only able to find a job as a waiter during the first few months out of
college. We agreed that money should not be a concern, and that we would
help our new marriage succeed however we could.
Even though I loved this woman and wanted her to be my wife, I was never
able to stop crossdressing or share this part of my life with her. I could
never rid myself of my desire to be Stacey. I had dressed up and practiced
my fantasies alone, never sharing my secret with anyone...not even my
fiancee.
With just twelve days before the wedding I had to become...me, I guess. I
was alone in my apartment, and nobody was expected to come for a visit. I
turned on the water for a nice hot bubble bath. I debated whether or not to
shave, and decided that with 12 days left before our honeymoon I shouldn't.
But, I had to. Stacey couldn't be denied. I had to shave my legs, chest,
arms, everything. I decided I could come up with some excuse about my
missing hair when the time came. I gently slid into the perfumed water and
began to relax. Shaving my body while being caressed in a nice warm
bath...how beautiful! After getting out and toweling myself off, I
proceeded to pick out my clothes for the evening. I decided on a pink,
satin panty and bra set, pink thigh highs and garter belt, a black dress,
and my 3 1/2" high heels. Slipping on the garter belt and thigh highs made
my skin prickle...not to mention my member stand to attention. I had to
calm down and twist my little dick so that it was tucked in between my legs.
I say little because toclaim I had a 4 inch penis when erect would be
stretching it quite a bit (literally). Next came the satin panties and bra.
I put these on last so I could get to my lovehole by just taking off my
panties. After putting on my black dress (which barely covered the tops of
my thigh highs) I began to put on make-up. I wanted to look attractive and
desirable. Sexy, that would be the best way to describe the look I was
going for, to match how I felt. I put on my base, black mascara, blue
eyeshadow, blush, candy-apple red lipstick, and nail polish to match. After
putting on my wig and shoes, I glanced in the mirror. I had done a pretty
good job. I looked and felt like a saucy little temptress.
I decided to sit down and read a Glamour magazine that I purchased (for my
fiancee, wink). I had just settled into my feminine persona when I
recognized the voice of my fiancee's father.
"So, this is what you do in your spare time, eh Steve?"
I was stunned, I hadn't locked the door. I had been so caught up in
becoming a butterfly, that I hadn't heard him enter. How long had he been
there? I couldn't think, my mind was going a mile a minute. Sitting there
in a dress with the tops of my thigh highs showing, and my lips all glossed
up. What could I say?
"Does Sharyn know about your...umm....extracurricular activities?"
I just shook my head, I still couldn't speak. I had nowhere to run or
hide. After 20 years of crossdressing I had never been caught, what a
stupid mistake.
"Well, I don't want to break my little girl's heart. If you go and get
yourself out of those clothes and promise me that you will never do this
again, I won't tell her."
I could only nod.
"Well get your ass to the bathroom and clean up you little sissy," he
raised his voice commandingly.
I just jumped up and began undressing in the bathroom, and got into the
shower. By the time I got out, he was gone. I still didn't know what to
think. Would he hold up his end of the bargain? I could only hope so, and
try to keep Stacey under wraps indefinitely.
The following week and a half I was trying to avoid my fiancee's father,
but not raise any suspicion either. The few times I saw him, he never
addressed me. Sharyn never said anything about it, so I assumed that he was
holding up his end of the bargain.
Our wedding day finally came. We were scheduled for a 6 pm wedding, so we
had the morning and early afternoon to iron out the last minute details. At
10 am I got a call from my prospective mother-in-law. She told me she
needed a favor and asked me to come to the church. Not wanting to further
inflame my future in-laws, I was there in 15 minutes.
"Hello, Janice. You needed help with something?"
"Yes, could you come into the back room?"
"Certainly," I said as I followed her into the back room of the church. I
figured she may have needed help moving something, or wanted my opinion on
something. I walked in and she closed the door behind me. I saw Sharyn
sitting at a mirror fixing her hair.
"Woah, isn't it against tradition to see the bride on the day of the
wedding. Isn't it bad luck or something?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hey sweetie," Sharyn squealed, "we wanted your help with something."
She was obviously excited. She was dressed quite nicely, in a dress that
wasn't a wedding dress. She bent down to hug me. She had heels on, and she
was probably three inches taller than I was now.
"My mother and I needed to make some last minute changes to the dress, and
wanted you to help."
"No problem," I replied, "what do ya need me to do?"
"Take off all your clothes and help us see how the wedding dress looks."
"Wait a minute, you want me to put your dress on?", I was bewildered.
"Yes, silly," my mother will wait outside until your dressed if you feel
uncomfortable. We just need to see you in it because I wanted to see how it
looked on someone my height. My mother is too short, and I can't get a good
view of all the seams in the back when I have it on," Sharyn explained.
"What about one of your bridesmaids?" I asked trying to get my way out of
this. I would have loved to try on her dress, but if her father found out,
I was afraid our deal would be off.
"They're not here yet and we need to get this done. Could you just help
out, it's not a big deal."
"Okay, okay, if it will help out, but lets do this quickly. I still have
to get ready too." I had to at least try to pretend I was annoyed to wear
that gorgeous, flowing white dress. This would be the first time I was ever
able to wear such a beautiful dress, but I had to hide my elation.
"Okay, Mom, could you leave us for a sec?" Sharyn asked. Her mother just
smiled and nodded as she left out the door.
"Okay, take off all your clothes, you're gonna have to wear all the under
garments I am to where so that I can get a good look."
"Is that necessary?" I protested, but not sincerely.
"Yes, it is. Now stop whining and put these on."
She handed me white thigh highs and garter belt, and a white corset.
"No panties?" I asked, surprised.
"Gee wiz, Steve. You complain cause you don't want to help me out, but now
that you can't where panties your upset? I wasn't going to where panties on
my wedding night," she said with a wry smile.
"Oh, well, I can't wait until tonight then," I responded insincerely again.
I really would have liked putting on some nice silky panties with them.
"Wow, your legs are so smooth, did you shave them or something?"
"Umm...well, err...," I couldn't put anything coherent together quickly.
"That will help get a more realistic look for me anyway. Hurry up, get
dressed pretty lady!"
I was glad she hadn't pushed the issue, I hadn't yet thought about what
excuse I was going to use. She helped me tighten the corset down, and it
made it hard to breathe. She just told me to stop whining, and proceeded to
help me into her gorgeous wedding gown. It was beautiful. Shimmering satin
and lace flowing all around me. The nylon thigh highs and corset molding my
figure. Wow, it was magnificent. After she was done getting the dress done
she called her mother in and motioned us over to the make-up table. She had
to drag me a bit because I was just standing in front of the mirror gazing
at the figure the corset molded inside of this pretty gown.
"Hurry up Steve, and sit down. We have to get this done. Stop admiring
yourself, sweetie."
I sat down at the make-up table and let Sharyn and Janice do their work. I
was just relaxing while they "made me up" when I noticed that there seemed
to be people moving around in the church. I wondered what time it was.
"There, what do you think Mom?"
"Gorgeous, she looks splendid." I just blushed and lowered my head
demurely.
"Take a look in the mirror," Sharyn directed.
I couldn't believe it. There sitting in front of me was a gorgeous bride to
be. The wig they put on me was my natural chestnut color, my lips were ruby
red, I had bright pink cheeks, and flawless skin. I stood up and looked in
the full mirror. No mistaking it. There stood the image of a virgin bride
staring back at me. My waist so small, and the corset also helped to give
the impression of breasts. I stood there speechless, staring. Just then
the door burst open and in came three of Sharyn's bridesmaids. I was
shocked, but luckily they closed the door behind them.
"Wow," said her maid of honor, Rachel. "She's stunning!", she squealed
smiling.
I was again at a loss for words. Just then, to make matters even harder
for my poor mind to comprehend, Sharyn's father walked through the door. I
felt like the whole world had stopped, just to pick me off before it began
to spin again.
He just smiled at me saying, "It's twelve o'clock, it's time, Stacey."
I was mortified. Time for what? How did he know that name? What was
going on? Sharyn must have seen the hysteria in my eyes, because she hugged
me.
"Steve, when my father told me about what you did last week, I decided to
look through your computer files. I found that your files regarding your
crossdressing were from years before we even started dating. I knew you
wouldn't be able to quit, and decided that if WE got married it would be
terrible for us both. We've never had much of a sex life, your penis was
just too small to stimulate me. Did you notice I never had an orgasm when
we had sex? Probably not, huh? I had to go and get my sexual appetites
filled elsewhere. I was always discrete, but I had to have a real man in
me. Someone who could fuck my brains out like you would if you were a real
man. But, you're not. You're Stacey. I've always loved you, but in a more
sibling...well, sisterly way I guess. So, I decided to do this for you, and
my parents wanted to help out. We discussed this with your parents before
the rehearsal dinner. My father was extremely persuasive, and everyone
agreed that this was best for us both. Anyway, be a good bride. Richard is
really a sweet guy. Just between you and me, he has and nine inch cock too.
See, that's a real man. So, I am your bridesmaid, and we must go."
With that she tugged at my arm and pulled me out into the church. I was on
auto-pilot. What was I to do? She led me up to the alter where a man I had
never met before stood, waiting to marry me! I was a man, did he know that?
My family and friends stood staring at me and smiling. What must they
think? Sharyn led me up to his side, and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Just be a good girl, Stacey. You're lucky to have an understanding man
like Richard. After tonight, you'll most likely want to kiss the ground I
walk on for hooking you up." With that she went and stood at my side, and
the preacher began the ceremony.
Richard stood about 6'2" tall and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He
looked rather muscular, and I guessed his weight to be about 200 pounds. My
thoughts were broken by the preacher.
"Do you, Stacey, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have
and to hold in sickness and in health?"
"I do," I stated in the demure feminine voice I had practiced for 20 years.
Sharyn was beaming.
Afterwards Richard took me by the arm and lead me to the front of the
church where a limousine waited. He lifted me up in his arms in one quick
motion and put me in the car. He climbed in and closed the door. I was
terrified. Did he even know I wasn't a real girl? Would he beat the crap
out of me when he found out I wasn't? I just looked at the beautiful
flowing material that covered my nylon clad legs.
"Stacey, I really think we can make this work. Sharyn really cares about
you, and thought we would make a great match. I know about your situation,
and you can either have surgery or not. That is entirely your decision. I
am bisexual and have always wanted to have the best of both worlds in a
lifetime mate. I think I have found that in you." Richard seemed so matter
of fact, so level-headed. I smiled at him. He took me in his arms and held
me. I have never felt so relieved and safe at the same time. After a few
minutes he lifted my head and gave me a kiss. I just let him take over.
Probing my mouth, caressing my lips with his own, our tongues intermingling.
It was my first kiss with a man. He pulled away, parting our caressing
lips. I looked up at him, hopeful he wasn't done.
"You have to be a good bride now, Stacey," he said as he pulled my hand to
his crotch. "We have a two hour drive to the airport, and we should get our
wedding night started here, Princess."
I began to fondle his cock through his pants. I must have the right touch
because it began to come to life. Just like the monster that it is. His
cock was pressing against his pants now and I just had to look at it. It
felt so huge, like 4 or 5 of my little cocks in my hand at once.
"Go ahead, baby, take a look at it," he said as though he was giving me
permission.
I unzipped his pants, and saw a beautiful blood engorged cock pressing
Richard's boxers about 10 inches away from his body. I gasped audibly, I
had no business thinking of myself as a man. Not even in a remote sense.
"Yeah, Princess, that's yours from this day forward. Go ahead and kiss it.
Let me know you like my cock, and fondle it with your tongue."
How was I ever going to fit that thing in my mouth? I gently slid down his
boxers, and kissed the head of Richard's cock. I couldn't help but begin
licking it and wrapping my lips around the head of his gorgeous tool. I
could barely fit it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the head of his
cock, and began masturbating my new husband while I sucked and licked the
head of his majestic manhood. I felt him begin to tense up.
"Okay, baby, stop for a second and come here," he commanded. I did as he
said, and he buried his tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately.
His hands rubbing my poor excuse for a cock, and then my love-hole. In one
motion he spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees in the back
seat. I could feel his magnificent tool begin to probe my virgin love-hole.
It may have been penetrated by many dildos, but never a real man. His
cock was just too big, it wouldn't fit. He pulled away, and began licking
my asshole. I moaned and reared back to meet his probing tongue. I was in
heaven. After getting me sufficiently moist, and extremely turned on, he
proceeded to mount me again. His cock was huge! His head probing my
lovehole, but he couldn't get it in.
"Oh, please!! Please Richard, fuck me!!", I moaned over and over, begging
him to bury his man meat inside me.
Finally, with a powerful thrust he penetrated me. I screamed in pain, and
pleasure.
"That's right, bitch, scream," Richard commanded. "Scream out my name, and
how much you love me."
I didn't need to be told. "Yes!! Richard, I love you! Oh, yes!!! Fuck
me!!", I repeated over and over as his methodical pumping loosened up my
virgin lovehole. I could feel the head of his magnificent manhood put extra
pressure on my prostrate with every thrust. I was in ecstasy.
"Do you like that? Do you want some more?", he grunted as he began to pick
up the pace.
"Oh yes, I love your cock in me! Please don't stop, I love you, I love
you, I love you! Fuck me harder, make me your bitch, please!!", I screamed.
I thrusted backwards every time he thrusted forward to get all of him
inside me. His balls began slapping against my buttocks, and we were in
perfect rhythm.
"Oh God, yes!! I love you," I squealed. "Never stop, NEVER!! I love
you!!"
"That's a good girl," he praised. "You doing great," he said between his
teeth. I could feel him growing inside me, and his thrusts became more
deliberate. I knew that he would send is love seed splashing through my
bowels soon. The first waves were tremendous. I felt one, two, three, and
many more splashes of his warm fluid in my love hole. With this, I began
thrusting back onto him. I was too turned on, my body was way too
stimulated. I began bucking back onto Richard's 10 inch tool as I
ejaculated all over my pretty white dress. I collapsed on the cum soaked
seat from exhaustion, and he collapsed on me.
"Baby, that was awesome. Have you ever had sex with another man before,"
Richard asked breathlessly.
"No, this is my first time, and it's the best sex I've ever had," I managed
to say in between gasps.
"We are going to have a great marriage, Princess. I have no doubt."
I just smiled, and wiggled my bottom to feel his softening cock still
enshrined in my now de-virginized lovehole. This elicited a moan from my
husband, and I couldn't help but squeal.
I felt fresh, comfortable, and relaxed. I was finally me, a real woman,
Stacey. I giggled about how my pretty, virgin-white dress was now stained.
It signified the loss of my virginity, the beginning of my marriage, and
most of all it declared the beginning of my long awaited womanhood.
I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed thinking it up!
As usual, if you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to
e-mail them to me at hotstacey@hotmail.com.