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From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Here Comes the Bride 1/1 TG, humil
Date: 30 Dec 1994 13:46:30 -0500
HERE COMES THE "BRIDE"
I am a cross-dresser who has for years enjoyed looking and acting
like a
woman. Lulu, my wife, started to enjoy this side of me once she discovered
how easily she could dominate me. She likes to expose my transvestism to
unsuspecting souls.
At first it was something simple like holding panties up to my waist
while shopping for lingerie. But it has progressed to her telling me to
buy
specific items like a pink bra, a red garter belt or a black teddy. She
also
insists that I tell the sails clerk that the items are for me. i will be
severely punished if I don't comply, so when we go into the lingerie
department and asked what we're looking for, I will answer, "A pink bra. I
wear a 36A." It never fails to raise eyebrows. I love the embarrassment of
it
all.
My wife loves to embarrass me outdoors too. We will go to a public
tennis
court with me dressed in a white shirt and shorts with bright pink panties
and a bra that will clearly show through underneath. It never fails to
provoke stares. I have also gone to the tennis courts wearing a tennis
dress
with full makeup and a blonde wig. I'm quite convincing when dressed as a
girl, so this doesn't bother my game. But what does bother it is the fact
that I'm also wearing tight nipple clamps and have a but plug in place.
Lulu thinks I should experience womanly feelings and adventures as
much
as possible. So in bed I must be ready to accept her strap-on dildo and
open
my mouth so she can feed me my semen when I come. I also make regular
visits
to a beauty saloon for wig styling and facials.
A real surprise came a few weeks ago. Our tenth anniversary was fast
approaching, and we had talked about exchanging vows again. We had
arranged
to hire a minister in a small chapel and have another couple, our best
friends, stand up for us. This would be on a Wednesday night, and we
would
take off the rest of the week for a second honeymoon. I should have known
nothing is as expected when Lulu is involved.
She called me at work and told me to meet her at a bridal shop later
on
so we could get fitted. I thought she meant that I would be renting a tux.
But when I arrived at the shop she was inside talking to the owner. they
gave
me a strange smile when I walked in. The owner looked at me and said,
"Yes, I
have something will fit him perfectly."
She disappeared into the back and before I could ask Lulu what was
going
on, the owner reappeared carrying a long white wedding gown. She
instructed
me to follow her to the changing room. My wife followed us carrying a bag
which, I soon discovered, contained my wig, makeup, underwear and padding.
I
was informed that this time, I was to be the bride! "It's something every
woman wants to experience," said Lulu.
Soon I was standinf in front of a full-length mirror looking at the
blushing bride: me. Then I remembered the wedding plans. "What about the
minister?" I asked. "He will never agree to this. And what about Mel and
Carla?"
"The minister is fresh out of the seminary and welcomes any practice
he
can get," my wife said. "mel is going to be the best man, and Carla is
going
to be your attendant.
I couldn't believe she had told our friends about my crossdressing.
How
could I ever Mel again?
The night of the wedding, Lulu came in to see how I was doing getting
dressed. I was surprised to see Carla and her wearing matching dresses.
"Gee, I thought you'd be wearing a tux," I said, "not dressed like
the
maid of honor."
"Oh, no," Lulu laughed. "I said Carla was your attendant I'm your
maid of
honor."
"But you are the groom!" I exclaimed.
"I can't very well marry another woman. Remember you're the
crossdresser
in this family, not me."
"Then who's the groom?" I was getting worried now.
"Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day," Lulu said
turning
to leave. "See you down front. Don't forget to say your `I do's" nice and
loud."
Carla walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "You are a
very
beautiful bride." Then, barely holding back the laughter, she added, "I'm
sure you'll make him very happy. Enjoy your honeymoon."
What did she mean by that? I wasn't nervous now. i was just plain
scared.
What had Lulu cooked up this time? Just then I heard the music begin, my
cue
to start down the isle. When I looked down front, there stood Carla and
Lulu,
smiling at me. On the other side stood Mel, his mouth was wide open. I
was
hoping that meant he was Impresses with how I looked. I nearly fainted
when I
saw the man next to Mel. He was about six feet tall, quite nice looking,
and
a total stranger to me. Where had Lulu gotten this guy? Did he know who or
what I was?
As I got to the front, I looked at my wife, handing her my flowers.
She
whispered, "I love you." Then I turned as the minister began talking. He
was
so young. He looked as if he was fresh out of high school. He instructed
us
to face each other and repeat the vows. I looked at this guy standing next
to
me. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My knees almost gave
way. He was holding my hands and saying, "I do."
"Lulu," I thought, "when are you going to call this off?" I heard
myself
say a week "I do." My god, what about the kiss? m I supposed to kiss this
guy? I've never kissed a guy in my life. Just then he lifted my veil. I
felt
my head tilt up and my eyes close. I felt something warm on my lips,
softly
at first then with steadily increasing pressure.
His arms were around me, pulling me tight against him. He was so
strong.
My hand was on his back and I was pulling him closer. I was really kissing
him, and what a kiss! Then the music started, and everyone was talking at
once. Lulu was hugging me, telling me how proud she was of me, asking how
I
felt. Before I could answer, Carla gave me a kiss, saying what a beautiful
wedding it was.
Then Mel came over, saying he wanted to kiss the bride, and gave me a
big
kiss on the lips, and said, "Hey, a girl only gets married like this
once."
he seemed so accepting of me.
Lulu was saying, " Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the cake and open
the
presents."
My "groom," who I learned was named Ron, took my hand and led me up
the
isle. On the way he said, "You're very beautiful. I'm glad I got to be a
part of this." Then he stopped and kissed me again. I was surprised that I
was not repulsed by this and in fact enjoyed kissing him back.
I heard Lulu call out, "Come on, you two, save it for the honeymoon."
"Very funny, Lulu," I thought. "Don't make jokes like that in front
of
everyone." Just then Ron gave my hand another squeeze, and I blushed.
We all laughed as we went through the typical
cake-cutting-and-feeding
ritual. Then came the gifts. Mel and Carla gave us a bottle of champagne.
Ron
said, "She may need that." Then Lulu gave us each a box. Inside mine I
found
an envelope and a beautiful long flowing nightgown which I was told to
hold
up. Then I opened up the envelope and read out-loud the note inside.
"Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her
honeymoon.
To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a honeymoon. You and
Ron are registered at a hotel for the next four days. Your clothes and
everything you need are already there. Have a good time. And don't worry,
all
girls are nervous on there wedding night."
I looked to see Mel and Carla smiling and Lulu wearing a big grin.
Then I
looked at Ron who was also smiling. He then showed me what was in his box:
a
large tube of KY lubricating jelly!"
Lulu whispered in my ear, " I want to hear all about it when you get
home."
The End