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NOT ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID A story by Satinmaid (satinmaid@y...) under direction from Mistress Lisa (lisa_simmonds2000@y...). Part 1 - Bridesmaid I had known Jackie for far too long, almost twenty years since we were kids in fact. I don't really mean 'far too long' - as we were best friends and had been for most of that 20 years. We were so close that I probably knew she was a lesbian at about the same time she realised. It had annoyed me at first because I did fancy her at the time but I soon got over it and our friendship grew stronger as the years went by. Having said that, I was a little jealous when she started going out with Louisa, but again, I got over it quickly as her friendship and happiness were far more important to me than my desire to snog her. I got to know Louisa as well. If Jackie was what is called a 'lipstick lesbian' then Louisa would probably get called a 'bull dyke' or some such. She was slightly taller than my 5'7", with short hair, piercings, wore DM's and came across as aggressive or having a massive chip on her shoulder about something. In short, she was a stereotype, or gave that first impression at least. It didn't take long to realise that she was not the clich?d man-hating lezzer she looked. True, she was assertive, confident and occasionally opinionated and but those are all traits that are perfectly forgivable in men and she was merely like it because that was who she was, not because she was putting up a front or anything. Louisa was Louisa and if you couldn't handle it then that just showed what a moron you were. Jackie, by contrast, was a very girly girl. She wore pretty dresses and makeup, spoke softly and deferred to Louisa's will most of the time, she was about the same height as me with long curly red hair and had slim, delicate arms and hands. Jackie was delicate and decorative, Louisa was solid and functional, both very attractive traits in their own way. Louisa was obviously not my type but I could totally understand what Jackie saw in her. Louisa's best friend, Helen, was someone I met a few months later than Louisa herself and I was utterly grateful to Louisa for bringing her along. My jaw almost dropped when I first saw her. She could easily be described as statuesque. I've always had a bit of a thing for tall women and Helen was at least an inch or two taller than myself. She was wearing a leather jacket, had long dark hair and dark makeup and was also wearing a Lycra mini skirt and knee length motorcycle style boots which buckled up the front. She was absolutely beautiful and certainly got plenty of looks from the men in the pub where we met. When she sat down and removed her jacket, it became clear that it wasn't a skirt she was wearing but a figure hugging, short, black Lycra dress with a scoop neckline and short sleeves. It showed off her strong, gorgeous body to great advantage. Well, Jackie and Louisa only had eyes for each other so I found myself chatting to (and even flirting with!) Helen. We got on really well and were laughing and chatting even after Louisa took Jackie home. Over the next few months we saw each other more often and were soon dating, not just meeting when Jackie and Louisa were there. Not long after that we were lovers and I was on top of the world (even if she was usually on top of me). Jackie and I already shared a reasonable sized house and eventually, both Louisa and Helen moved in with us. It seemed the perfect arrangement. Me, my best friend, my lover, and my lover's best friend who also happened to be my best friend's lover, what more could you want? Our relationship in the house was so strong that if I'd been more of a macho jerk I would have been constantly hoping for a foursome. But then I guess if I'd been a macho jerk we wouldn't have been such close friends. The four of us grew very close as a group, not just as pairs of friends and lovers. I don't think I'd ever had quite so much fun in all my life. Living with three women was great and not necessarily for the reasons you're thinking! Well maybe a little, women are generally a lot more tactile than men and there was a lot of body contact, hugs, snuggling together etc. there was a good mix of personalities in the house as well, with Louisa and Helen being the adventurous, spontaneous types while myself and Jackie were more homebodies, happy to be pottering round the house together, chatting or just reading magazines or watching TV. It was like a happy family and one drunken evening the four of us vowed to live together always (like I said, we were drunk). Six months passed and one night, hardly able to contain her excitement, Jackie blurted out to me that Louisa had asked her to marry her. She showed me the diamond on her finger and the pair of us gushed and squealed about how romantic it all was (living with three women had taught me how to do the excited girly bit). I heard squeals from upstairs and guessed that Louisa had just told Helen the good news. The two women came running downstairs and Louisa ran to the kitchen to fetch the bottle of champagne she had left chilling for when they made the announcement. It turned out to be the biggest bottle of champagne I had ever seen, I have no idea what they call them but it looked about four times the size of a normal bottle to me. Well, four of us, excited with nearly a litre of champagne each. You can probably imagine how quickly the evening got very silly. Champagne goes to my head at the best of times, let alone drinking it this quick in such a good atmosphere. Let's just say that by halfway through the bottle I was having trouble standing and leave it at that shall we? We had started to slow down on the drinking when Louisa asked Helen to be her best man. There were more squeals, hugs all round and glasses were rapidly refilled and emptied as the discussion turned to what sort of suit Helen would be wearing. While they were discussing this, Jackie snuggled up against me and said, "Sam, you remember the first time we got drunk together, when we were about thirteen?" "How could I ever forget that?" I replied, "You let me see your bra. I'd never seen one before." "Not that, silly," she giggled and hiccuped. "We were talking about getting married and you asked me to be your best man if you ever married." "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that." I'd half meant it as a joke at the time, not realising that you could actually have a woman as your best man. Now I knew that you could do that then if I ever married I probably would ask her to be my best man. "Do you remember what you promised me?" "Not to look at your bra when you're drunk again?" She giggled again and punched me in the arm, "Shut up," she laughed, "I meant about being my bridesmaid." "Eh?" "You asked me to be your best man and I said yes as long as you promised to be my bridesmaid. Remember?" "Erm..." I didn't remember. Well not entirely, I had a vague memory of it but had taken her request as a joke as well. "I understand if you didn't mean it and if you break the promise but you are my best friend and you did say you would." "But I...." I paused as I thought to myself that it really wouldn't matter. Louisa would be having a female best man, why not a male bridesmaid? "Well....okay then. I'll have to get a new suit though. Should I rent one or buy one do you think?" "Oh, we'll buy something for you to wear, I have a colour scheme in mind. But it won't be a suit. Not for a bridesmaid." "Wha.....? If you think I'm going to be wearing a bridesmaid dress..." She laughed again. "I knew you'd freak. Well don't panic, I don't really want you as my bridesmaid." We both laughed some more and drank some more champagne. We joined back in the conversation between Louisa and Helen and Jackie mentioned that she had asked me to be her bridesmaid but I'd refused. In my inebriated state it didn't take long for the three women to send me on a guilt trip for refusing. They didn't mean it seriously but I felt guilty all the same. If only she hadn't wanted me to wear a dress I would have agreed. In the end I tried to suggest being her bridesmaid but in a suit. "No, I don't want you as a bridesmaid any more." "Oh come on, Jackie. I just don't want to wear a dress, I would be honoured to be your bridesmaid, please?" "No, you had your chance and you missed it." I started to feel even more guilty and was drunk enough to finally say, "Please Jackie? I want to, even if you want me to wear a dress I'll do it. You're my best friend and I love you more than anything. If you really want me to wear a dress for you then I will, as long as it makes you happy." "I love you too," replied Jackie, but I still don't want you to be my bridesmaid." She waited for me to start protesting again then broke in, "I want you to be my Maid of Honour." I gasped and the other two women squealed in excitement. I was dumbstruck, it was such an honour to be asked to do this for her. I put aside any thoughts of how embarrassed I would be wearing a dress and vowed that I would be the best Maid of Honour any woman had ever had on her wedding day. They cracked open the champagne right away in celebration and from what the women told me I had been chatting enthusiastically about being Jackie's Maid of Honour before passing out on the settee. (ii) I woke the next morning with a vicious hangover and little recollection of the previous evening. Obviously I remembered the good news and lots of champagne. I knew there hadn't been a sudden radical change in the laws of the land so I asked Jackie how she and Louisa could get married when they were both women. She explained that it wasn't really a legally binding ceremony, more a symbolic one which would be conducted by one of Louisa's friends who was actually a registrar (she would be acting in an unofficial capacity of course). Louisa and Jackie would make vows to each other which would be witnessed and documented so they would be legally binding. Louisa was also going to arrange some other documents through her solicitor that would make the partnership as legally binding as a marriage (if not more so) even though it didn't legally count as a marriage per se. I didn't know much about law but I had to assume she was right. She wasn't too sure of the specifics either but Louisa was and she was handling all the arrangements. All Jackie really had to do was turn up looking pretty, repeat a few vows and sign some paperwork and then she would be Louisa's 'wife' and Louisa would be her 'husband'. Apparently, Louisa had been planning this for a while without letting Jackie know. Louisa hadn't doubted that Jackie would agree and had made sure of all the legal grounds and documentation. In fact, everything had been so well organised that they had decided on a wedding date ten weeks from the day of Louisa's proposal. Because the wedding was only about two and a half months away I was told that I would be undergoing 'an intensive Maid of Honour training programme' to ensure that I would not let Jackie down on her wedding day. My first appointment at the dressmaker's would be tomorrow but today Jackie and I would be shopping for underwear and, if we had time, makeup. Jackie and myself went out by ourselves as Louisa and Helen were, "Doing man stuff, no need for you to worry your pretty little heads about it, you two girls just go have fun shopping," according to a laughing Louisa. They were apparently arranging Louisa's 'stag' night. Helen gave me the bank card for our joint account and Louisa gave Jackie the card for theirs and off we went. Our first stop was a lingerie shop in the local shopping centre. I had passed it before and even been in once to buy Helen some satin pajamas for her birthday. The women serving in the shop had been very friendly and helpful that time and I hoped they would be as friendly this time. We entered the shop and I looked around at the mass of frilly, feminine underwear and nightwear which filled the shop. The pair of us looked round for a while with Jackie asking me what I thought would suit me and whether I had any preference what sort of underwear I was going to wear. I blushed as I replied, "Well....just...erm...just knickers and bra I suppose." "That's not what I meant, I meant would you prefer thong style, bikini style or tanga style panties? Did you want an underwired bra? A pushup bra? Did you want to wear a suspender belt to hold your stockings up or would you prefer a corselette with suspenders attached? Or maybe a teddy with suspenders?" "Erm.....I think you'd better choose for me." She looked me up and down, "I think you're right. Okay, I'll choose for you, but you have to promise to wear what I choose for you." "I promise. If I'm going to be wearing a dress for you on your wedding day then I might as well have the correct underwear to go with it. You're going to be the bride so it's only fair if you choose what you want your Maid of Honour to be wearing isn't it? You'd better appreciate me doing this for you though, I can't think of any other reason why I would even consider wearing women's clothes. It's only because you are such a good friend. So don't make fun of me or I might change my mind." There was a small tear in her eye, "I know, Sam. You're my best friend and I would do anything for you. I wish you knew how happy I am that you have agreed to be my Maid of Honour. I love you." She hugged me fiercely and planted a huge kiss on my lips. "Now, let's get you lingeried up before you change your mind." She caught the attention of one of the shop assistants and the lady (Angela according to her name badge) came over to see how she could help us. Jackie explained that she had come to collect the underwear she had ordered for her wedding day and that I needed underwear as I was going to be her Maid of Honour. The other two assistants overheard this and were obviously trying to eavesdrop our conversation. Jackie noticed and included them in the discussion. The three women were excited for Jackie and thrilled that I was such a good friend to her that I would go to the lengths of wearing a dress and lingerie for my friend. Soon I had been measured and told my bra size and Jackie had pulled from her bag a swatch of material, saying that it was the material my dress would be made from. It was a gorgeous lilac colour satin which was incredibly smooth and so light it hardly felt like you were holding anything. She brushed it against my cheek to demonstrate how soft and nice the material felt. I shivered slightly as a chill went down my spine. The material really did feel extremely nice but the thought of wearing a dress made from it started to sink in. I began to get scared. This feeling was only enhanced by the sudden flurry of activity as virtually all the items of lingerie in the shop which roughly matched the colour of the satin swatch were pulled from rails for our approval. I was getting more and more embarrassed standing in the middle of the shop with up to four women bringing items of lingerie to hold up against me. Other customers were giving me odd looks and the shop assistants seemed to take great delight in telling them why I was in here looking for lingerie. The general response was very good with almost all of the women expressing surprise that I would do such a thing for a friend. I got lots of encouragement but was still embarrassed. Angela seemed to notice this and suggested we go out the back to the changing rooms where I could try on as much underwear as I wanted in privacy. I was glad to get out of the public eye but suddenly realised that I would now be expected to try these things on rather than just stand there as they were held up to me. I quickly found myself with my shirt removed and a selection of bras before me, watched by Jackie, Angela and one of the other shop assistants. I had to endure the humiliation of having various pretty, frilly bras being slid up my arms and fastened on me before having to turn round to show how it looked. I tried on push-up bras, half-cup bras, balconette bras (pointless as I had nothing to balance on them), several bustiers, a corselette and even a satin and lace teddy which meant removing my trousers to model for the women. I was prodded, squeezed, adjusted and fondled (at least it seemed to me that Angela was copping a feel every now and then). Jackie had just about decided which bra would suit me when she remembered that the dress I would be wearing had a halter neck and I would therefore need a strapless bra underneath it. We finally settled on a lilac satin Basque with suspenders. It was underwired, had push-up pads and could be worn strapless, a fact which I was forced to demonstrate for everyone. Matching satin panties were found and I ended up showing everyone, including all three shop assistants and two customers who were using the changing rooms how the panties looked with the Basque. I paid for two sets of the underwear (one for practice, on Jackie's insistence) and added several pairs of stockings and a lacy lilac garter which Angela suggested. The lingerie was wrapped prettily in tissue paper with small scented beads to make it all smell nice. The whole thing was placed carefully in a box with a ribbon round it and handed to me in a pretty bag with the name of the shop displayed prominently on the side. The two of us left the shop arm-in-arm, swinging our purchases in their pretty bags as we walked. As we left the shop I wasn't entirely sure whether I'd enjoyed the experience or not. All this was new to me and I think once I'd agreed to be the Maid of Honour I'd surrendered to the fact that I was going to be doing some incredibly embarrassing things for it and had resolved to make the best of it, to use it as a learning experience and find out more about the feminine world my best friend inhabited every day. Trying on lingerie in the shop had definitely been embarrassing but there had been something nice about being accepted so easily by all the women there and treated like one of them, something which most men would never experience. Well, good or bad, it had been something new so it was worthwhile. Our next stop was the makeup section at Debenhams. After a quick look round Jackie again explained to the assistant that the makeup would be for me and why. I don't think I've ever seen someone quite so enthusiastic. The assistant obviously liked the challenge of making over a man, she was almost jumping up and down with excitement at the prospect, so much so that I found it impossible to refuse a facial and makeover which she booked for me and Jackie for the next weekend. I found myself seated at the counter with a mirror and a light. I had a cape draped round me and the swatch of lilac satin on my shoulder so the assistant could see what colour dress I would be wearing and how it would go with my fair hair and skin so she could chose makeup for me. I had to endure over an hour of discussion on my skin type, what would match the dress etc. Several foundations and powders were put on my face and removed, several shades of lilac eyeshadow were tried and we must have tried at least a dozen shades of pink to find out which would contrast nicely with the lilac satin. As in the lingerie shop, plenty of customers stopped to watch what was happening to me and Jackie and the assistant told plenty of them why I was buying makeup. Again the general response was good and the women seemed pleasantly surprised that a man would do this for his best friend. I ended up surrounded by half a dozen women all commenting on my complexion and suggesting shades of makeup for me to wear to the wedding. They all admired the lilac satin and assured me that they thought I would look wonderful in it. I lost count of how many different items of makeup were applied then removed as I sat there. Finally, Jackie made her selection. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked. I didn't look like a woman - my hair was wrong and I hadn't shaved very closely that morning - but my face looked strangely cute and feminine with the pink lipstick and all the eye makeup. I could see that maybe I would look pretty with more effort. I nearly forgot to remove the makeup before leaving the shop because as soon as we had found the correct shade of pink lipstick for me, the hunt was on for nail varnish which would match either my dress or my lipstick. Several times pink or lilac varnish was applied to nails then removed to be replaced by another colour. It didn't seem that any of the women were going to remind me that I was wearing makeup. Several even seemed disappointed when I remembered I was still wearing it and asked for the makeup remover. I'm sure they would all have loved to see me stroll out of the shop with my bag full of new makeup and still wearing the samples! Jackie embarrassed me (unintentionally) as we caught the bus back home by talking about my new lingerie and makeup as I sat there with a 'La Senza' bag and a Debenhams makeup bag. I couldn't even pretend they weren't mine because Jackie was carrying her own lingerie and had bought herself a couple of items of makeup as well. She suddenly realised why I had turned bright red at people overhearing about my pretty new underwear. She gasped, apologised, and made it worse by explaining enthusiastically to the passengers near us why I was buying lingerie and makeup. Louisa and Helen both insisted on seeing the underwear so I had to remove my shirt again while Helen helped me into the Basque. Once in the Basque, I was cajoled into showing them what the panties looked like on me and I vanished into the bedroom to put them on. Helen followed me in to help me with the suspenders as I was not used to them and they had all insisted I wear a pair of stockings to show the full effect of the underwear. "Let's give them a surprise," she said, "You should wear your new nail varnish to show them as well." I grudgingly agreed and Helen insisted on painting my toenails first, before I put the stockings on. Then she applied three coats to my fingernails and I had to sit there on the bed in the Basque and panties waiting for my pink nail varnish to dry. Helen grinned as she knelt in front of me. She put the top back on the bottle and put it down. The next thing I knew, she was kissing me through the panties. It was wonderful, I could not have imagined how nice it was going to feel. I tried to touch her but she warned me to keep still or I would smudge my nail polish. I had to sit there without being able to touch her as she gently kissed me through the panties and on my inner thighs. I was incredibly turned on by her attentions and was suddenly glad that Jackie had chosen tanga style panties for me to wear instead of something a bit skimpier. Just as I was really starting to enjoy it she stopped and checked if my nail varnish was dry. It was. "I'll finish with you later," she smiled. The feeling of her rolling the sheer stockings up my legs did nothing to cool my ardour, especially as she was touching me gently through the nylon and spent plenty of time touching my legs and panties as she threaded the straps through them and attached the stockings. She kissed me roughly on the mouth when she had finished and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the bedroom and back to the living room where Louisa and Jackie were waiting. I realised that I was still hard in my panties and tried to cover myself up. I'm not sure whether they noticed or not. Luckily, due to extreme embarrassment, it had gone down by the time I was made to hold my hands out for them to inspect my nail varnish and do a twirl to show off my underwear. I felt stupid and embarrassed but still somehow pleased at their enthusiasm for what I was doing for Jackie. If they had made fun of me I think I would probably have ripped off the underwear and stockings and refused to be her Maid of Honour. The only thing they did which was probably making fun of me was to completely deny that any of them had any nail varnish remover. Louisa, I believed as she was definitely not the sort of person who wore it in the first place, let alone needed to remove it. I was fairly sure I had seen some with Helen's things but it wasn't there when I looked and I definitely didn't believe Jackie as she always wore nail varnish and would be unlikely to have no remover in the house. I put up with it. I also put up with keeping the underwear on beneath my shirt and trousers. This was my 'practice' set of underwear after all and I had to get used to wearing it. Or so they said. I think Helen making me wear it to bed that night was going a bit over-the-top though. Even if she did eventually take it off me a couple of hours later. (iii) Fortunately, in the morning, Jackie 'found' a bottle of nail varnish remover which she 'hadn't realised' she had. So I was saved the embarrassment of heading off to work with painted nails and hoping I could find somewhere open early enough to buy some before I got there. Each night that week I was required, as part of my Maid of Honour training course, to put on the underwear (or equivalent lent by Jackie who was a very similar size to me) so I would feel totally comfortable on the day of the wedding. The following Saturday Jackie took me to buy shoes. I again had to wear the underwear so I would be in my stockinged feet for trying on shoes. We took the swatch of satin with us again to make sure that we got the right colour shoes. I went through the whole embarrassing rigmarole of being stared at by every woman in the shop and Jackie explaining to them all why I was standing there in stockings trying on women's shoes. The shop assistants and several of the customers were trying to be helpful, suggesting shoes to wear, admiring the satin and saying that it would look lovely on me. I tried on dozens of pairs of shoes, hardly any were flat-heeled like I wanted. The worst were 4" and I could hardly stand in them. We did find a pair in the right colour, they were a 3 1/2" heel open-toed sandal with ankle straps. I had been hoping for something a lot plainer but these were about the only pair in the shop that were the right colour. "Hmmm," said Jackie, studying them as I walked round in them. "They look a bit slutty but with a long dress they might not be so bad. We'll get those as a backup, just in case. They'll be good for practising in at least." Three shops and about a hundred pairs of shoes later, she decided to buy me a pair of white silk court shoes with a 2 inch heel from a bridal shop and paid to have them dyed the same colour as the satin. We gave the shop assistant a piece of the swatch so they could match them. Glad to be back in my own shoes and carrying my new sandals in a bag, we went to a coffee shop for a drink and a sandwich. Jackie again embarrassed me by talking about how nicely the shoes went with my stockinged feet and that I'd have to be wearing them when the dress was hemmed to make sure it wasn't too long or too short. There were yet more explanations to the people around us why I was wearing stockings and buying women's shoes and Jackie suddenly piped up, "Oh! Is that the time? We have to hurry, we have our facials and makeovers booked soon." I felt like I wanted the ground to swallow me up. It was embarrassing being a Maid of Honour and I hadn't even seen the dress yet! I was taken reluctantly back to the department store where we had bought my makeup. I had agreed, under pressure, to let her book this makeover for me but really didn't want to sit in public being made up, it had been bad enough just having small samples tried on me. The assistant seemed very pleased to see us and was overjoyed that she was going to get to give me a makeover. She demanded that I go first so I sighed and sat down at her counter. First she gave me a face massage, tutting about the fine stubble on my chin. Several lotions (it was all new to me, I don't remember what they were) were applied to my face to prepare me for the makeover. "We do have a wonderful new product," she said, bringing a jar of cream from behind the counter, "It will get rid of that stubble and leave a smoother base for your makeup. She slathered it all over my chin and cheeks and left it while she proceeded to give me a head massage and clip my hair back out of my face. When the cream was wiped off, my face was as smooth as if I'd never gone through puberty. It felt quite nice, strange but pleasant. She put something else on my face which seemed to make the skin go tighter then began with the makeup. I couldn't believe I was actually sitting here letting her put that stuff on my face, all for Jackie to have a happy wedding day. First was a liquid powder (?!) which would act as a foundation, to smooth my complexion and give a blank canvas for her to work on. Powder was then applied with a large fluffy brush that tickled my nose but felt good. I started to relax a bit, half enjoying the feeling of the makeup being applied, watching to see what she did and trying to decide whether or not I liked the smell of the foundation she had used. I sat there as she carefully applied eyeliner and eyeshadow. She brushed volumising mascara onto my lashes, telling me it would make them seem longer and thicker, more beautiful. She spent quite a while using a liner for my lips before applying the lipstick. Powder was applied over the lipstick and then I was given another layer of lipstick. The slick feel of it on my lips and the slight taste of it were interesting, maybe even nice. She selected a blusher, with Jackie's help, and gently brushed some on my cheeks with the large fluffy brush. I thought she had finished but I was wrong. "Now for the finishing touch," as she brought something else out from behind the counter. It looked a bit like a spud gun I owned as a kid. I had no idea what it was, even when she poked me in the ear lobe with a pen and asked Jackie if that was about right. I finally realised as she clipped a silver hoop earring into the device that she was planning to pierce my ears! "Now wait a minute," I protested, holding my hands up to ward her off. "That isn't part of a makeover." "Well it was ordered and paid for," she replied. I turned to Jackie and raised my eyebrow, oblivious to how feminine I looked in full makeup. Jackie giggled at my look, then said, "Well they'll take a few weeks to heal and you must wear pretty earrings with your dress. Best to have them done now instead of just before the wedding when they might bleed or something." I glared at her for a second, then gave in. What the hell, I was in this already, why bother resisting? "Okay then," I said to the assistant, "Get it over and done with." With a smile, she put the contraption to my ear. There was a clicking noise and I felt a pressure, like someone was pinching my earlobe. She moved round to do the other ear. There was a click and the pressure again. "Was that it?" I asked. "I thought it would hurt, or sting or something." By now, even the feeling of being pinched was wearing off. I turned about, looking for a mirror and felt the hoops brushing against my neck as they swung, it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine and I had to resist the temptation to keep moving my head to feel them. When the assistant handed me a mirror I was flabbergasted. I really looked like a woman. The 'woman' in the mirror (and to look at her, there was no doubt that she was a woman) had my hair and, to an extent, my face but she had beautiful full lips, gorgeous blue eyes and rosy cheeks with what appeared to be wonderful bone structure. I was amazed that clever makeup could so totally change the apparent shape of my face. Seeing the silver hoop earrings only increased the unreality of the situation for me as I sat there staring at what my twin sister would probably have looked like if I'd had one. I was feeling slightly detached from reality as I watched Jackie getting her facial and makeover. I stole a few glances at myself in the mirror but was busy seeing what it looked like as someone else got made up. It was actually quite boring. After watching a 20 minute facial and the first 15 minutes of the makeover I was getting ants in my pants (ants in my panties? I was wearing panties today after all). Jackie noticed and said, "It's all right, Sammie. You don't have to wait for me, go take a look round the store for a while. See if they've got any new video games you want or something." "I think I will," I replied as I got off the stool and walked away. I looked around for a little while until I nearly bumped into a woman. I turned quickly, to get out of her way and apologised and to my horror I felt the earrings brushing against my neck. The woman gave me a strange look and hurried off. I had almost forgotten I was wearing full makeup! In a panic I glanced around, nobody seemed to be taking particular attention to me. A couple of people looked hard at me but turned away soon after. Even one of the shop assistants, a girl of about 16, obviously just here for a Saturday job, called me 'miss' and asked if I needed help. I just shook my head and smiled nervously and she wandered away to help another customer. It suddenly dawned on me that nobody was really taking a second glance at me. The people who stared briefly were probably trying to work out whether I was male or female, everyone else seemed to assume I was female. The woman I'd bumped into probably looked confused because I had spoken in a male voice, not because she had looked at me and seen a man. Yes I was in men's clothes but a woman could have been wearing them. If I'd have seen someone looking like me I would probably take them for a woman at first glance because it would be more likely to see a woman in men's clothes than a man in full makeup. I walked back to the makeup department, amazed at the lack of notice I was getting and feeling much less embarrassed because of that. Jackie had just had another silver stud put in each ear and was discussing perfumes with the assistant. They both beamed at me as I arrived and asked if I'd seen anything good while I browsed round the store. We chatted for a short while then left the store, the two women had convinced me to keep the makeup on. I was scared but agreed. After all, no one had really taken much notice when I was walking round the store, hopefully they wouldn't outside either. Jackie talked me into it by keep reminding me that on her wedding day I would have to appear in public in the makeup so I might as well get used to it before then. She held my hand to stop me being so scared as we left the department store. I was nervous but felt okay as long as she was with me. We didn't pass straight through the shopping centre, she dragged me back into the underwear shop we had been in before. The women who had served us looked over as we entered and greeted Jackie. They glanced at me then looked back to their customers before turning suddenly for a double take. Angela realised who I was and came rushing over, gushing about how pretty I looked and how wonderful I was being for my friend. I had to endure Jackie showing me off to the women in the shop for a short while before we left. By the time we got on the bus I think I was just about used to the idea of being seen in makeup. It was incredibly embarrassing but I think being thrown in at the deep end like this was certainly helpful if I wanted to be fully dressed at the wedding without feeling too humiliated! (iv) For the next few weeks there were very few days when I wasn't in female underwear. In addition, I was cajoled into wearing my new strappy sandals around the house to make sure I was completely confident in heels. The sandals had a higher heel than the shoes I would actually be wearing but the women insisted that practising in higher heels would make me even more comfortable in the 2" heels on the day of the wedding. I also ended up being taught how to do my own makeup, the excuse being that on the day of the wedding everyone would be too busy to worry about my makeup and I would have to take care of it myself. In fact, I got so much practice that in the mornings it started to become almost automatic to get up, shower and make myself up before putting on my Basque, stockings, panties and sandals at the weekend. After the first couple of dress fittings, when it was more like a dress and less like a few random bits of satin stitched together I wore the dress with the underwear beneath it and the sandals on my feet. My face was burning red as I stood there in my feminine finery, fully aware that the dressmaker had seen my Basque and panties. I was made to twirl and walk round the room, to see that the dress flowed correctly. Jackie had also made me practice my makeup again so I was fully made-up. On this particular day, the dressmaker and Jackie stood back to look at me parading for them. They muttered to themselves, making me feel very self-conscious about how I looked as they stared at me. They walked over and Jackie was saying, "Something still doesn't look quite right. It's the neckline of the dress, it's low cut and Sammie has no bust or cleavage. I guess we'll have to use some cunning padding." "It's a shame he can't have breasts implants," laughed the dressmaker. "What did you say?" asked Jackie. "I said, he should have breast implants, to make him fill out the dress properly. You really need breasts to wear a halter neck dress." she giggled again, looking at my chest and picturing me with implants. Jackie's eyes lit up, "Well, he'd only need them for a couple of months, they could be taken out again after the wedding." She too stared at my chest, looking thoughtful. "Now wait a minute, Jackie," I broke in. "I can afford them, Sammie, and you would look much better in that dress...." "Jackie! No way am I having breast implants. I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing." "Mmmm," she stepped up to me and caressed my chest through the sexy material of the dress. "A smallish pair of tits would certainly suit your frame and you would have a stunning cleavage to show off in your dress." "You're mad, why are you even bothering to wonder about this? It's not going to happen." "You would only have them for a short while. We'd book you in to have them removed immediately after the wedding. You know...unless you decided to keep them." "Hello? Earth to Jackie, can you hear a word I'm saying? I am not having breast implants. I don't want a pair of tits or stunning cleavage. I want to make you happy but if it means having breast implants then I don't want to be your Maid of Honour that badly." I must have sounded really angry because Jackie almost flinched. "Thanks, I thought you were my best friend." She turned around and left the room. I heard her getting her coat and opening the front door of the dressmaker's house. Feeling guilty, I ran after her, calling her name. Without thinking I was suddenly outside the house in my half made dress with my makeup and sandals on, calling for Jackie to forgive me and trying to explain that I hadn't meant the last thing I'd said and that I did want to be her Maid of Honour but still didn't want to have breasts. "And why not? Being too feminine not good enough for you? Think you'd feel inferior with breasts?" "Of course not! Don't be stupid. I would just be embarrassed." "More embarrassed than being outside in a half made dress and makeup?" "Well...." When she put it like that I couldn't really argue. I was going to be a Maid of Honour for goodness' sake. How could it be any more embarrassing to have breasts which would be removed immediately after? I still didn't want them, I just couldn't really articulate why. "Okay, sorry for getting upset just then, Sammie. I guess making you have breast implants is a bit drastic, even if they are only very temporary ones." "It's okay, Jackie. I suppose seeing me in a dress and makeup, knowing I'm doing my best to be pretty and feminine for you on your wedding day, breast implants don't sound too drastic." We hugged and forgave each other and we went back into the house where the dressmaker finished what she was doing with the dress and I was allowed to get changed back, still wearing the underwear and makeup. Jackie asked me to keep the sandals on. I agreed as I still felt guilty for being annoyed at her and I would only be wearing them as far as the car then from the car to the house when we got home. And I guess I needed the practice. It was a couple of days later, as I lay in bed with Helen, wearing my practice underwear when the subject of breast implants was raised again. She was fondling me through my panties as I kissed her breasts and caressed her silky smooth thighs. She pushed me back and began to kiss me through one of the satin cups of my Basque. Her hand grasped me through the other and moulded my chest in her hand, forcing it into a tiny breast shape. "Mmmmm," she mumbled round my nipple. She rolled over and straddled me, her gorgeous hair hanging down to brush my face as she kneaded my chest within the cups of the Basque. She pushed the two handfuls of my flesh together and admired the small 'cleavage' she had given me. "You really are too flat-chested to be a Maid of Honour. I'd love to see how you look filling this underwear out properly." She squeezed me through the panties again. "Although I do quite like the way you fill these out." She grinned and kissed me slowly, pressing her breasts against the tiny mounds of flesh she was holding on my chest. She slowly began to move, making her rock hard nipples brush against my own nipples through the material of the Basque. I moaned, gasped and writhed under her as she did this. I had always liked having my nipples touched but had never felt anything quite this nice being done to them. "Mmmm, I wish you had pretty breasts for me to rub against," said Helen, "even if it was only for a short while until after the wedding." "Whaaaat?!?! You want me to have breasts as well? What is wrong with you women?" "Nothing. You like me having breasts don't you?" "Well obviously!" "Well then, I'd quite like to see what you having breasts would be like. You can have the implants removed immediately after the wedding." "I don't want breasts?" "And I'm supposed to believe that, am I?" "Eh? Of course I don't." "Yeah, right, you don't want a small pair of breasts which would be easy to hide, would feel more amazing than you could know, would make your best friend incredibly happy at her wedding and would turn your girlfriend on so much that she would hardly be able to keep her hands off them the whole time you had them?" "But...." "I promise you this. If you have the implants I will touch your breasts every opportunity I get. I'll fall asleep lying on your chest sucking one of your nipples every night. I'll be fondling you and driving you wild every minute that we're together." She grabbed my wrists and moved them towards the top of the bed. She kept silk scarves tied round all four bed posts and used them occasionally to tie me down when we made love. I would have liked the opportunity to do the same to her but she was not interested, she much preferred being in control. It wasn't very often and she tended to act a lot more horny and passionate when she was in the mood to tie me down. "Mmmm..." I moaned in anticipation as she bound first one then the other wrist. She turned round and began to tie my ankles to the foot of the bed. She kissed very slowly all the way up both my legs, beginning to drive me wild. I was straining to be free of my panties and unable to wriggle in ecstasy as I wanted to. Her tongue flicked across my erection through the satin and she passed on to start kissing my belly below the Basque. She moved further so her breasts were pressing against my groin as she kissed my nipples again. She moved up again, kissing my neck and licking my ears before forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I felt a hand slide between my legs to stroke my balls through the satin. Her thumb crept up and flicked down the waistband of my panties, freeing my raging hard on. She straddled me again, leaning forward and brushing her hair sensuously across my chest. I strained my head forward trying to kiss her but she pulled back or hovered just out of my reach, smiling evilly at me, getting more and more turned on by teasing me this way. The teasing turned me on as well but I really was getting desperate to kiss her. Suddenly her head darted forward and pushed mine back as she kissed me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I went limp, enjoying the passionate French kiss, passive beneath her now. She pulled my panties down a bit further and my erection sprang straight up, brushing against her thighs. I began to move my hips, wanting to enter her, to feel my manhood inside her. She pulled her hips back and moved them, making her pubic hair just brush the tip of my penis. Her hand was still caressing my balls through the satin and every time I tried to push my hips forward to enter her she gave my balls a tweak, eliciting a surprised yelp but fortunately no real pain, just a warning. She continued teasing me this way, denying me penetration or kisses and stroking my balls and gently teasing the very tip of my penis and brushing her nipples against mine. I felt like I was going to explode, like I couldn't take any more of what she was doing but it was not the right sort of stimulation to bring me to orgasm although it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I began to beg, pleading with her to stop teasing me but she just laughed and carried on what she was doing. "Please Helen, kiss me, fuck me, please!" "I'm enjoying this too much to stop now." "Helen!" I was close to tears but still feeling wonderful, just feeling too wonderful if you know what I mean. The pleasure was too intense, almost painful. "I wouldn't be able to resist fucking your pretty brains out for this long if you had sexy little breasts." "Oh please, Helen, don't tease me any more." "Why not? I love it and you're obviously enjoying it. If you didn't like it you'd have breast implants so I couldn't resist you long enough to tease properly." "You really want me to have breasts?" "Oh yes!" Her hips pushed forwards and I entered her momentarily before she pulled back to tease me again. My eyes rolled back and I gasped and tensed and struggled harder to push my hips forwards again to penetrate her. Her evil smile reappeared. "You'd only have to have the implants for a while....you'd enjoy them, I promise." "Helen!...." she continued teasing me and finally I broke, "Oh, okay, if that's what you really want but I'm getting them removed the day after the wedding okay?" "Say it - promise me you will get breasts." She stared intently into my eyes. "I promise darling, I will get pretty little breasts for you." "Oh Sammie. I love you so much!" she thrust forwards, giving me what I wanted and the rest of that bout of lovemaking is none of your business! (v) I couldn't believe how quickly my breast implants were arranged. I was in hospital the very next week. The past week had gone by in a blur of cajoling about having breasts, passion from Helen once I'd agreed, panic over signing the permission forms and visits to the doctor to get information and have check ups before the operation. It seemed like I didn't have a chance to have second thoughts about it before I was suddenly in hospital being given a general anesthetic. As I felt more and more drowsy I suddenly experienced a moment of clarity. I had been swept along by the enthusiasm of the women and the various people we met when shopping and hadn't really thought over having breast implants. What the hell was I doing?! My eyelids were too heavy and I didn't have the strength to say that I had changed my mind before everything went black. I awoke some hours later with a fuzzy head and a sore chest. I lay there wondering what was going on. Had I been in an accident or something? I groaned and opened my eyes enough to glance round the room. Helen jumped to her feet as she saw me wake. "Oh, Sammie, darling. I love you so much. How are you feeling? Is it sore? I just had to buy you these when I saw them earlier, as a present, a thank you for what you've done. I think they'll look great on you and I know they'll feel good." "Huuuuhhh?" I was still confused and groggy and looked at what she was holding. It appeared to be a clothes hanger from which were dangling a dark blue satin bra and matching panties. I tried to think and suddenly remembered why I was here. I was in hospital to have breast implants. My hand went to my chest and felt the large bumps where it should have been flat. I groaned again. I had changed my mind but had been too late to tell anyone I didn't want them. Now I was stuck with them for at least a few weeks more. Helen visited with me for a while before I fell asleep again. When I awoke later, the bra and panties were on the chair in my room, waiting for me to wear them. I was released from hospital late that night and Helen insisted I wear her present. First she slipped the panties up my legs and tugged them into place, patting and stroking me through them as she did so, giving me an erection and making my nipples go hard. "You're going to love this," she said as she held the bra up. She made me turn around and slipped the bra straps up my arms. Gently, careful not to hurt me, she placed my new breasts in the satin lined, padded bra cups so that they nestled prettily on their feminine new support. The feeling of her hands against them and the satin of the bra against them as she adjusted the cups and straps left me gasping and leaning back against her happily, enjoying this wonderful new sensation. She stood behind me for a while, cupping my lovely new breasts in her hands and looking at them over my shoulder. It felt so odd looking down at my body and seeing two gorgeous breasts in a pretty bra with Helen's sexy hands fondling them. It was unreal, almost dreamlike. This would take some getting used to but at least I wouldn't have to put up with it for long. Helen handed me a white sleeveless fitted top, white Capri pants and my strappy sandals. I stared at her and asked what the hell she was giving me these for. She explained that the sandals had been in the car and she had forgotten my other clothes and had only been able to find a women's clothes shop in a hurry so she had gotten me things she thought were not too feminine. Anyway, I had just had breast implants and should not try to hide them so soon as binding them might damage the stitches. No one would notice and no one would care if I wore women's clothes for the short walk to the car. I sighed and dressed. She handed me her lipstick and I went to the mirror to put it on. I guess if no one recognises me as male it wouldn't be so embarrassing would it? I also noticed in the mirror that the dark blue of my bra showed through the thin white top she had bought me. I looked down. The panties showed through the Capri pants as well. After applying the lipstick, I slipped the sandals on my feet and did a twirl for Helen to see. I put my hands on my hips, thrust my chest out and pouted before blowing her a kiss. Her jaw dropped and she grabbed me and planted a very rough, passionate kiss on my pretty pink lips. Her hand was squeezing my bottom and the other was on the back of my neck. I could feel our breasts pressing together and it felt good! "Sammie, you are going to be so glad you had the implants. In a couple of days when they are well on the way to healing I'm going to be all over them. I can hardly wait." As it turned out, they healed very quickly, but I found that it was amazingly uncomfortable to bind them to hide them. Fortunately as I was currently temping for an agency, it was easy to take a couple of weeks off work so I wouldn't have to worry about them under my shirt. I also found out that it was a lot more comfortable to wear a bra than not to wear one. I had to borrow a couple of Helen's for when I wasn't in my practice underwear. I certainly fit the underwear better now. As the Basque was strapless to go under the halter neck dress being made for me it kept slipping down and needing to be tugged up. Now, with breasts to fill the cups it stayed in place a lot better and the cups were filled and stretched across my chest instead of being wrinkled over my flat chest. Helen and I both noticed that my facial hair hadn't grown back since the makeover we'd had. She decided that we should go back and ask the assistant what she had used, how long the effects would last and if it would work to depilate the rest of my body for the wedding. I hummed and hawed about it but finally agreed. The assistant had already seen me in makeup and she knew I was going to be in a beautiful satin dress for the wedding soon.....maybe it wouldn't matter if she saw my breasts. Unfortunately, it was too hot to wear a baggy jumper to help hide my breasts so Helen decided that the best thing to do would be dress completely female so no one would know I was male. I was going to have to do it soon anyway at the wedding so I might as well see what it felt like. I reluctantly agreed, scared of going out as a woman but conceding her point that the more relaxed about being seen as a woman I was by the time of the wedding the better. She gave me a dark blouse and a pair of her slacks to wear. She lent me a pair of dark court shoes and quickly tied my hair back into bunches with elastic hair bands. I quickly applied my makeup and we were ready to go. This was my first time actually going out with the intention of looking female. As we stood at the front door, Helen gave me a final check over. She insisted on undoing the top few buttons of the blouse she had lent me so that a bit of cleavage was showing. Then she patted me on the bum, squeezed my hand and led me out to the car. I had another minor panic attack when it was time to leave the car but fortunately the car park was fairly empty and I wasn't confronted with a crowd until we entered the shopping centre. By then it was too late, we had walked through a door into the mass of shopping people and there was nothing I could do about it now so I did my best to walk correctly in the heels, with my shoulders back and my hips swinging. It wasn't until I saw myself in a shop window that I realised how feminine I looked. Helen had opened a few buttons on my blouse precisely because she had seen the way I walked in heels. She knew that I would be pushing my chest forwards as if I was proud of my breasts and she knew that I had a very sexy little wiggle as I walked in my heels. If I had had to describe my walk in a single word, that word would be 'sassy'. I was certainly attracting much male attention as we walked about the centre. Helen also knew that this would happen and whispered to me, "Don't be scared, they don't realise you're a man. You're turning them on with that sexy walk. That's why I left a bit of your cleavage showing. Everyone's attention will be on your breasts or bottom, not your face. Your face looks perfectly feminine but I know you're worried about being recognised as a male so don't worry. Not many people are looking at it!" If I had been a woman or still looked masculine I might have taken offence at this. As it was, Helen was absolutely correct. Most men's gaze didn't go above my chest and I felt more anonymous even under all those male stares. I was still self-conscious and my walk was a bit less free than usual which only made it more of a strut. I blushed and held tight to Helen's hand as she led me to the department store. Looking as feminine as I did I really should have expected what happened as we entered the cosmetics department but as a man I had never had to think about it. I got squirted with perfume by a beautiful female shop assistant before I noticed what she was up to. Helen breathed the perfume and told me that it was really pretty and suited me. She asked if I wanted her to buy me a bottle of it to wear at the wedding. I declined. The assistant was stunned when she saw how feminine I looked and noticed my cleavage. "Yes" I replied blushingly, "I had breast implants last week." "And when is the wedding?" "Just over a week away now," "Wow! You had breasts implants to please your friend. I can't believe you now have breasts just to make your friend happy for one day." "Well, it's not just his friend he's making happy with them. I've got to admit, I love them on him as well," said Helen who introduced herself as my girlfriend. She chatted with the assistant for a few minutes about my breasts and what fun they were for her until they noticed me standing there looking uncomfortable and blushing furiously. We purchased the hair removal cream after being informed that the effects could last up to a month or six weeks and Helen took me for a cup of coffee before we left. It still felt strange getting all the male attention and seeing a lipstick mark on the cup after I drank but just being there with Helen was making me happy as usual. Back home she stripped me down to my bra and panties and took me through to the bathroom. She also stripped and lovingly removed my underwear. She began to smear the depilatory cream all over me. I had to wait a while for it to have effect and then she ordered me into the shower. She climbed in with me and using a big soft sponge began washing the cream and my masculine body hair from my body. We had bought a special moisturising soap for use after the depilatory and Helen lathered me up with it, taking her time and touching me gently. We made love there in the shower, her touching, and especially her attentive treatment of my new breasts in the shower turning me on so much we couldn't wait. She made me reach up and hold the rail above my head as we screwed and she fondled my breasts and rubbed hers against mine. Helen was certainly keeping her promise about making me feel good if I had the implants! I'd never felt so many wonderful sensations all together as when she was screwing me in the shower, all the ways she was touching me and caressing me, the feel of the water running over my newly smooth body, my new breasts, pert and bouncy being fondled by my lover. I came very quickly indeed. (vi) On the morning of the wedding our alarm went off early. I was still half asleep, wanting to snuggle in the pretty new nightie and matching panties that the dressmaker had made for me with left over material from the dress. She thought I would like it and had run it up for me as a present. Helen had made me wear it to bed the night before and it had been amazingly comfortable, the pair of us cuddling together in our satin nighties against our smooth hairless bodies. I don't think I had slept so well for a long time. The plan was that I would help Jackie get ready and Helen would help Louisa so the 'bride' and 'groom' didn't see each other before the ceremony. Louisa and Helen would be getting one car to the rented hall and I would be getting a different car with Jackie. Helen thought it would be a nice idea for me to wear the nightie the night before so that I would already be kind of dressed as Jackie's Maid of Honour while helping her get dressed. Jackie had been wildly enthusiastic about it when Helen had suggested it to her so here I was, still in my nightie and not permitted to get changed yet. While Jackie was in the shower I laid out our clothes on the bed, underwear, frilly satin dresses, petticoats, Jackie's veil etc. and made sure all the makeup the pair of us needed was on the dresser. I used the shower while Jackie dried her hair and returned in my nightie to help her get dressed. She stripped naked in front of me and I held out her white satin and lace corset. I wrapped it round her and she adjusted her breasts inside the cups before letting me do the hook and eye fastening up the back. I helped her roll her white stockings up her legs and clipped them into place with the suspenders attached to the corset. Next I held out her soft, snow- white panties and tugged them up her stockinged legs. She did a twirl and I told her how beautiful she looked and that Louisa was a very lucky woman. Next she helped me get dressed in the satin Basque, stockings and panties. I did a twirl for her and she told me how beautiful I looked. We hugged and Jackie thanked me for being such a good friend. Makeup was next, before the dresses. We sat side by side on the stool at the dresser, sniggering like two little schoolgirls as we jostled each other for elbow room with our smooth stockinged legs pressed against each other and snapping each other's suspender straps just to be annoying. Fortunately all the practice had paid off and Jackie did not manage to distract me from doing my makeup perfectly. We chatted happily about the impending 'marriage' as Jackie sat on my lap while I painted her fingernails. She stayed there while she painted mine and I just sat there with one arm round her waist and the other resting on her thigh as we waited for the polish to dry. She had one arm round my shoulder and the other covering my hand on her leg. She was obviously very much in love with Louisa as she couldn't stop talking about how wonderful she was and how happy she was going to be as her wife. She asked me about Helen, whether I would marry her or not. I said that I would love to but was too scared to ask in case she said 'no'. Jackie giggled and said that maybe Helen would ask me if I was too scared. Then I could be Helen's 'wife' and Jackie and I could stay at home as two 'housewives' and look after our 'husbands'. "You're certainly built like a housewife," she said, prodding my new tits. "And you have childbearing hips!" I grinned. "I'm only keeping these long enough to be in your wedding photos. I can't have them removed so soon after they were put there but in a month or two I'm having them taken back out. Don't get too used to seeing me with them." She pouted and prodded them again, "Shame, they suit you. And it sounds as if Helen quite enjoys them." Finally, after several coats of polish, our nails were dry and it was time to put on our dresses. I helped Helen with her voluminous petticoats, fluffing them out about her to support her wonderful dress which I helped her slide over her head. I fastened the tiny pearl buttons all the way up the back of her dress. There was no way she was taking this dress off by herself. She was going to be in it until her 'husband' undressed her tonight. She looked stunning and I felt a stirring of the attraction I used to have towards her. The dress was pure wh