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Newly Wed
By Peg Thebois
Sheena and I had a beautiful August wedding, the sky was
cloudy but bright, which was nice for her family and our
friends who were assembled on the veritable sea of emerald
grass behind the church, pleasant but not too hot. My
brother Daniel, my only living relative, stood beside me as
my best man. I had spent a bundle on the wedding, but I
could easily afford it, my brother and I were the whole
owners of a network of 4 radio stations in the city. When
Sheena came down the isle she was more beautiful than
anything I had ever seen before, she was not a woman, she
was an event, a phenomenon, truly she was a religious
experience.
I was enraptured with every facet of her I discovered, and
so in the following months I used my time and considerable
wealth to indulge her every whim. On our honeymoon she fell
in love with a poodle which belonged to a relative that we
visited briefly, so I bought her a breeding pair, both of
impeccable lineage
Around mid-October I told he about a function being held by
an important sponsor of a competitor station, which I, as
well as all the other station owners in the city, had been
invited to attend. It was a costume affair and the year
before the station he currently did most of his advertising
through had impressed him by attending in the most
outlandish costume of the year. I figured if I could outdo
them this year we would get his business, a six figure
contract easily, unfortunately Daniel was the creative one
in the family, that was why he did much of the creative
work around the station. I just went in once a week to
organize the various managers and sub-managers for peak
efficiency, a task at which I was similarly gifted to his
creativity.
Sheena just smiled at me and told me to leave everything to
her. She measured me all over, enough that she could have
made a scale model of me without me being there, and
refused to tell me any more. I did, however frequently see
her on the phone and she went out often, bringing packages
with her more often than not, which she spirited away, and
try as I could I couldn't find. I also noticed the phrase
"I'll see you on the 31st" ended no less than a dozen of
her phone conversations, and she spent a lot of time in her
private study doing I can only guess what.
By the time Halloween came around I was starting to get
anxious from her secrecy and her comments that I should not
worry, her idea was a sure thing to be the most outrageous.
I took her word for the matter and merely hoped that all
the time and effort my lovely wife had invested in this
would pay off.
Sheena caught me as I was getting out of the shower, baby-
faced at her instruction. She kissed her hard and deep, and
then led me naked into her study, at first I thought she
might be considering a quick roll before we started
preparing, after all we had several hours. My jaw dropped
as we stepped in, she had totally redecorated the room, a
huge mirror hung on the wall over a desk laden with
bottles, jars, and other female paraphernalia, and in the
center of the room was an odd padded table. But what really
shocked me was that the room was already occupied! A blonde
girl, around 19 years old, was standing beside the strange
table, she was quite pretty, dressed all in white with her
hair braided and worn up.
I stopped in my tracks and tried to cover my privates, but
Sheena giggled and pushed me into the room playfully.
"Don't worry, Anya here is a professional, I see her once a
week. She's going to help you get ready for the party
tonight."
My mind was reeling, "See her where? How will she be
helping me prepare?"
Sheena stroked my hair and gently pulled my hands away from
my groin. "She's my beautician. As for what she's going to
do I'll let her tell you herself."
Anya smiled at me, "We're going to wax you today."
"Wax... me?" I wheeled to face Sheena, "What kind of
costume is this?"
I felt my resolve start to crumble almost immediately as
Sheena cuddled up to me. "Come on," she cooed in my ear,
"I've put a lot of work into this." She took her hand and
led my hand to her wonderful, shapely thigh. "Besides,
don't my legs feel sexy?" She slid my hand over her smooth
supple flesh, and I nodded dumbly. "Now you want to be sexy
for me and win that contract don't you?"
I was melting in her hand, feeling her beautiful thigh
under my fingers so I gave in and nodded. She kissed me
even more forcibly than before, driving her tongue into the
back of my mouth tickling my throat, it felt like she was
devouring my soul, and it was the touch of ecstasy.
Breaking the seal of our mouths was like breaking concrete
and we both gasped deeply when we separated.
"Be a good boy and co-operate with Anya, while I go get
ready." She said, and walked out of the room intentionally
swaying her ass for me to admire.
Once she had left Anya patted the table beside her for me
to climb up, "Come on missy, let's get started."
Sighing I laid down on the table, it was obvious she
intended to put me in a dress, and fighting the whole way
would be a waste of time. After all this was for Sheena,
and I couldn't deny my beautiful new wife anything, and
this might just be outrageous enough to win that contract.
I readied myself as Anya pulled out a jar of warm wax and
started to spread it over my fairly hairy leg, just above
my ankle. Once she had gotten a smooth even coating she
took a strip of cloth and plastered it to my leg in the
middle of the gel.
She looked at me, "Are you ready?"
"As much as I ever will be," came my reply.
I was wrong. When that little blonde girl grabbed that
cloth and whipped it off I swear it was a grizzly had hold
of my leg. My mouth hung open issuing a scream of such
volume I didn't think it possible that it came from me. I
looked down fully expecting to see raw flesh and blood.
Instead I saw my leg, slightly pink and devoid of hair but
otherwise fine.
"Oh be quiet," She scolded. "Such a baby." Within a minute
the fierce agony had become a slight stinging sensation,
then she started to wax up a second strip of my leg.
By the time she was finished my first leg I was getting
through it with only a mild curse or two under my breath.
By the end of the second it was nothing more than a quiet
grunt. Then she had me turn on my belly so she could wax
the backs of my legs, which hurt even more than the front,
but I managed to remain nearly silent. Finally that ordeal
was over, or so I thought, she even helped me up into a
sitting position, but then to my dismay she started to
apply the wax to the back of my wrist. Many minutes of the
same pattern followed, wax; tear, wax; tear. This was
followed by a slathering of my chest and underarms with
shaving cream, and she set to work attacking me with a
razor. Once she scraped away the last whisp of foam and
with it the last of my chest hair she wiped me down with a
warm damp cloth and then went to get Sheena.
"Stay put pretty boy."
While she was gone I sat and stared, transfixed by the
smoothness of my legs, they looked longer and more shapely,
if I didn't know better I would swear that those legs
belonged to a woman, and a fairly good looking one at that.
Fortunately before I could go any further down that path of
logic Anya returned with Sheena, who was dressed in her
costume. For a moment I forgot about my own situation I was
so stunned by the change in my wife's appearance. For
starters her hair had been cropped, what had once come down
to her ribs now barely dusted her shoulder blades, and was
slicked back in a very masculine style. She was dressed in
a black tuxedo under which there was no sign of her
magnificent bosom.
She was carrying in her hand a bag from "Le Petite Mason
D'Amore". First of all she pulled out a white lace garter
belt, and she clipped it in place around my waist. Then she
gave me the matching pair of white satin panties with a
large panel in the front made entirely out of translucent
lace. She showed me how put them on and thread the tabs
from the garter belt through the panties as I put them on,
telling me this was so that I could take my panties off
without undoing my stockings. These were the next things
she took out of the bag and she ran them over my hand, the
were soft and smooth, breathtakingly so, and I could see a
pattern printed on them in opaque material, it looked like
pairs of doves holding opposite ends of ribbons in their
beaks.
Seating me on the table again she bundled the stocking and
slowly, sensually she rolled them up my legs until they
reached my thighs and she could clip them to the belt tabs.
The sensation of silk on my smooth sexy legs and the soft
attentions of my wife, even as masculinized as she was, had
me tenting my panties by the time she playfully snapped my
last garter tab. While she was down there she playfully
kissed my bulge. My member twitched excitedly but she
pulled away, that teasing gesture was all there was to it.
"Now stand up," she said, "We still have a lot of work to
do."
When I was standing again she pulled the last item out of
her bag, a white satin corset with rose patterned white
lace all over it and a lace up back. She wrapped the corset
around me and strung the laces back and forth from both the
top and bottom meeting in the middle. When she started
pulling them tighter it felt like a vice was squeezing my
waist, crushing my body inwards. Tighter and tighter she
squeezed and she had me brace against the wall as she
pulled full force on the strings, finally getting it tight
enough to suit her and tying them off.
Then she went out, seeing Anya off and returned with
another woman who fitted my feet for shoes and then started
trotting out pair after pair of white high heels and trying
them on me.
"I have to go finish getting ready," Sheena said as I was
trying to walk around in one pair, and she kissed me on the
cheek. Then she looked at the shoe fitter and handed her
one pair telling her, "These ones."
Sheena left while her friend located the chosen style of
shoes in my size. They were of course white, and had a thin
three inch heel, and when she found them she slipped them
onto my feet and watched me stagger around, fighting to
keep my balance for a minute.
By the time she had finished gathering up all the other
pairs of shoes I had almost gotten the hang of walking with
my heel elevated so. "I'll send in the costume fitter on my
way out," She said. I shook my head at the amount of time,
money and energy that Sheena had put into this one event.
A minute later another woman entered carrying a box. We
exchanged pleasantries and she introduced herself as
Matilda. "Now let's get started shall we?"
She opened the box and pulled out two hemispherical pieces
of soft plastic. She coated the backs of the breast forms
with a gel and pressed them to my chest tucking them into
the cups of my corset, I could feel them pull on my chest
as the glue set. Then Matilda took a seaming cream and
smoothed it over the edge of the breast forms giving the
appearance of natural breasts attached to my body.
"Now let's have a look at your costume shall we?"
Matilda stepped out the door and returned carrying my
costume in a clear plastic bag. The skirt was widely flared
and made of a stiff looking translucent fabric, many layers
thick giving it an opaque quality. The waist was incredibly
thin, normally I didn't think there was any way I would fit
into but with the wasp impersonation this corset was
putting on me it was just possible. The bodice was white
satin just like all the underwear and covered with delicate
beading and sequins. The neckline was low enough to show my
faked cleavage and the sleeves were puffed up balloons of
satin leading into long pure white sleeves, at the end of
each was a loop which presumably would fit around my
finger.
Now Sheena's tuxedo made sense, I was going to be the bride
to her groom. Matilda opened the back of the dress and held
it for me to step into. I shivered and my breath caught in
my throat with apprehension at being seen wearing billowing
cloud of womanly softness, I mean really, what would people
say. Still, this was what my sweet Sheena wanted and I had
denied her nothing so far. I stepped in and then Matilda
threaded a cord of the same satin through a series of
holes, which I had only paid slight notice to earlier. Like
the corset she laced the dress tighter and tighter until it
held snug against my highly compressed waist.
What followed were surely hours of alterations as Matilda
measured and marked, pinned and snipped, sewed and
stitched. Finally she walked around me one last time and
declared the dress finished. Then she placed a chair behind
me and guided me into it, seating me in such a way as to do
minimal flattening to my skirt. What an odd that thought
that, my skirt, I was a guy, I wasn't supposed to have a
skirt.
"Now sit tight," she told me.
Ash she was on her way out the door Matilda passed another
woman. She didn't introduce herself, she merely draped a
large drop cloth over my gown and tightened it at the neck.
Once my dress was protected she swabbed my face with a
sponge, first coated with a clear liquid and then again
with another coated in flesh tone. By the time she was done
she must have applied five pounds of make-up on me,
eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, eyebrow pencil, concealer,
highlighting, shadowing, lipstick, and lastly a generous
portion of blush. Then she sealed it all with a clear
powder. She also attached some soft pink coloured long
fingernails to my hands.
She didn't miss a beat once this was done, she just pulled
out a box and I could see the edges of a brown haired wig
as she fit it to my scalp, attaching it to my own hair with
a number of pins. I could feel curled ends of hair brushing
my neck and cheek as she fiddled, fussed, primped and
pinned the wig into place, fitting me with a headpiece
which I could not see but could feel the weight on my brow
and I could feel the train length veil attached to it. She
also screwed some dangling post earrings in place.
I had no idea how much time had passed by the time she took
my hand and guided me to my feet, fluffing out the pyramid
of material surrounding my legs.
"Close your eyes, " she said.
When I complied she led me blind over to a place where she
told me to stand, the whole way the sound of swishing skirt
was deafening in my ears and my heart was resting on top of
my Adam's apple. The door opened as I stood there and
footsteps approached me.
"Open your eyes sweet Melody." This time it was my
wonderful Sheena talking to me and I did so.
A moment of disorientation as I realized I was looking in a
mirror. Sheena looked amazingly convincing, her short hair
in a mannish style, impeccably trimmed false beard and
dapper tuxedo with not one sign of her womanly figure.
Even more shocking was my own appearance; the broad swish
of my skirt tickled my ankles just above my high heeled
shoes and stockinged feet. My corseted waist looked
impossibly thin atop this wide poofy skirt. A fair hint of
cleavage poked out of the bust of the dress, and the huge
swell of the sleeves seemed to mask my slightly broad
shoulders. Atop this dynamite body was an angelically made-
up face. I didn't look convincingly feminine, but I was
doubtless the prettiest man I had ever seen, my face looked
fine and glowingly feminine, but somehow remained
recognizably male, recognizably me, under the masterful
camouflage. It was crowned with a headpiece of glittering
rhinestones and false pearls and piled high with soft
brunette curls here and there dotted with a false pearl
headed hairpin. The changes to us both were nothing short
of flabbergasting.
We stared awkwardly at our own reflection until finally the
clock in the hall chimed the half hour, now that the door
to the study was open I could hear it.
Sheena smiled at me, "Well Melody, are you ready to go meet
everyone as my new wife?"
Her eyes sparkled, even in all her manly disguise her eyes
remained the same, the last visible sign of the woman I had
married, and yet through it all I could still recognize her
everywhere else, it was just such a change.
"Sheena..." I mumbled, not sure what to think or what
others would think of us.
"Hey, it's allright to get nervous," she stroked my cheek.
"All brides get cold feet, everything will work out. And
for tonight, call me Harold."
"Yes Harold." I tried my best to swallow my fears, like a
bite of food too big for my throat.
Our taxi dropped us off at the sizable estate not too far
from our own where the gathering was being held. I tried to
make a rush to the bar but every time I headed in that
direction Shee... 'Harold' headed me off to introduce
Melody to someone. I never did get to the bar but I made it
through the party all right. After a while of schmoosing
with the client this humiliating costume paid off. He was
so impressed by my daring and outrageous style that he not
only gave the contract for the next year to me but he
increased his commitment and bought 20% more airtime than
the year before.
Following this announcement 'Harold' pulled me upstairs to
a guest bedroom and threw 'himself' at me. Our mouths met
and we practically devoured each other, kissing and rubbing
against one another. 'Harold' put a hand to the front of my
skirt and started to rub firmly against my cock which was
hard and pressing against my panties, although fortunately
the fullness of my skirt hid the resulting bulge. 'Harold'
put 'his' lips to my ear and gently bit my earlobe,
breathing hotly on my neck.
"Close your eyes," 'he' said and I let the world go dark.
We joined hands and I couldn't help but notice that
Sheena's long, beautifully manicured nails had been
sacrificed to transform her into the suave and dapper groom
to my soft and vulnerable bride. 'He' led my hands lower
and pressed them against my pelvis.
"Sweet Melody," 'he' cooed in a voice that was very much my
wife's. "I want to watch you rub yourself, the way I did."
Shivering with excitement at the oddity of this situation I
started to rub myself through the soft fabrics of my skirt
and panties, cool smooth satin sliding over my cock. It
felt good, very good, and then I felt something else, cold
metal enclosing both my wrists. My hands stopped moving and
my eyes snapped open to confirm what I knew, my wife had
handcuffed me.
I opened my mouth to protest but 'Harold' put a finger to
my lips, "Don't say anything."
Then 'he' removed 'his' cumberband, followed by 'his' pants
and the boxer shorts underneath that. I could only stare in
shock at what remained. Black leather bands were wrapped
around 'his' waist and attached to these bands was a flesh
coloured rubber cock.
I stared in horror as 'Harold' tightened the straps and
'his' cock rose to attention as it was fixed in the proper
position. Then 'he' walked towards me, with that
frightening thing bouncing menacingly and pointing straight
at me. Again I tried to protest but was shushed after the
first word.
"Let's see if we can't find a better use for your mouth,"
'he' said. I shook my head in fear.
"Kneel," he said, for the first time since donning this
disguise my wife simulated a man's voice.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I slowly sank to my knees,
after all, what was I to do, go running back to the party
still dressed as I was still handcuffed? Besides I wasn't
sure if I could reach the door first wearing these heels.
All I could do was wonder what I had done to deserve this
abuse and in the mean time, open my mouth. A wave of shame
washed over me as the firm rubber slid between my slick,
pink, lips. I sunk my head down the shaft before
withdrawing, in my idea of how a blowjob was performed, by
now tears of humiliation were running down my cheeks.
As I bobbed my head somberly along the false cock, I
wracked my brain for some justification for this, obviously
Sheena had planned this moment when she had selected our
costumes. I could only pray she wasn't planning on
deflowering her virgin bride tonight.
Then I lost that rain of sorrow as I, with the guidance of
'Harold's' hands had sunk too low on the phallus and it had
bumped the back of my throat. I choked and my throat seized
up. No sooner had I finished gagging and caught my breath
when the spitshined dildo pierced my mouth again. It felt
and tasted so wrong as she fucked my mouth, gripping the
sides of my head.
Just when I imagined that my predicament couldn't get any
worse it did. As I sunk down on 'Harold's' cock the door
opened and an amorous couple stumbled in, seeking an empty
bedroom. The woman, Xena by her costume, was Sheena's best
friend Amelia. Her dismayed and astonished companion,
apparently a Clint Eastwood look-alike, was my own dear
brother Daniel. He stared at me and I twice tried to pull
off the strap-on in my mouth but 'Harold' simply pulled me
back in by my wig and ears, adding to the impression of
willingness on my part.
'Harold' moaned, "Suck it, girl, suck my cock good," and my
brother turned and quickly left.
I closed my eyes and cried more heavily as he practically
ran from the party, and Amelia politely closed the door as
she walked away.
Epilogue:
After that my brother split the company, and took half,
leaving the other half to me. I don't take much of a role
in running the company now, even less than before actually.
Harold runs them now, Melody is the Lady of the house. My
only concern is keeping myself fit and beautiful for him
and having dinner ready when he gets home from work. He
admits now that he planned this all for the better of our
income and independence, and I admit things are good
financially. We still get that big contract as well as a
couple others.
Times are hard for my estranged brother, seems a few of his
biggest clients, all influential men of business completely
withdrew advertising on his stations. Harold made him an
offer but he is too proud and stubborn to accept. He
doesn't know the withdrawals happened right after another
private party at our good friend and original Diamond
customer's house. They all got to watch Harold take my
virginity while I wore the same gown that started it all.
Tonight we are giving another show for a Diamond Customer,
so I have to go pick up a few things for the party. He and
his wife want to see Cheerleader Melody get ridden hard by
the football captain.
Toodles.
The End
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