Blushing Bride Part Five The Wedding Night
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Blushing Bride - Part One
by Richard-to-Rachel
I was getting married, a cause for celebration undoubtedly, but also a
cause for regret. Regret for all the potential I was leaving behind with
my single life. All the things that I could have done and all the people I
could have done it with. I loved my fianc?e, Gina, very much; she was
gorgeous, kind-hearted and generous, but also very traditional in her ways
and morally straight-laced. It had taken all my powers of persuasion and a
shiny diamond engagement ring simply to persuade Gina to sleep with me
before we were married and that was the limit of our sex life, nothing
more exciting or unusual than that. On more than one occasion I had tried
to get her to go down on me or offered to eat her out but with no success.
Given that, I hesitated to mention some of the other things that I wanted
to do, that I fantasised about, she'd probably call off the wedding if she
knew the kinds of thoughts that ran through my mind. I convinced myself
that after we were married, things would be better, Gina would become more
adventurous in the bedroom and gradually, with my help, would throw off
her straight laced ways and become the sexual animal I had desired her to
be ever since I set eyes on her in a sexy evening dress with a plunging
neckline that seemed to speak of her hidden passions. It turned out that
such a first impression was an inaccurate one, but I couldn't help but
dream, hoping one day that side of Gina would come out. Deep down inside,
however, I knew there was little chance of that, I knew the kind of thing
I would be giving up marrying Gina and, although I was still willing to go
through with it, I was feeling a bit heavy hearted with regret at what I
was missing out on.
One of the fantasies that I indulged myself with, but would never tell
Gina, was of dressing myself like a beautiful woman and seeing what it
would be like to seduce a man or to be fucked and used by one. It wasn't
that I wanted to become a woman, or felt like a man trapped in a woman's
body, I just wanted to try it out, to feel like they feel. She might not
have enjoyed sex, but Gina compensated for that by being and dressing
especially sexy. I looked on her wardrobe with a mixture of lust and envy
as she dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, high heels and silk
stockings, with alluring lacy lingerie underneath it all.
I just knew that her wedding dress would be gorgeous and that she in it
would be one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Still, I knew that
alongside my desire to tear it off her and fuck her, would be envy at her
getting to be the beautiful blushing bride and not me. I had confessed all
of this to Mark, my best friend since childhood and my best man at the
wedding, one evening a couple of weeks before I was due to get married
when I had got very drunk and began to spill my guts about my nerves over
the upcoming wedding. The next morning, full of guilt, I had got Mark to
promise not to tell anyone about my confession and I had thought that was
the end of it. That was until my stag party.
I had invited a group of friends around to our house and made sure that
Gina would be away all evening, staying over with a friend. Once again,
the drink was flowing freely and I was beginning to feel quite light-
headed. This wasn't exactly helped by Mark who, equally overcome by
alcohol, began to drop hints about my confession, seeming to be trying to
make me bring it up.
"So, Rich," he said, laughing and swigging a beer, "what is it that you're
going to miss about single life? There's got to be something that you're
not going to be able to do when you're married to Gina." I answered
vaguely to the effect that I couldn't think of anything he could mean.
"You know, like, sex stuff," he continued, fishing, not accepting my first
answer. "We all know that Gina isn't exactly the most adventurous lover."
This got a laugh from the rest of the guys; I was starting to regret
telling them all about Gina's bedroom style. "So, come on, Rich, what is
that you'd really like to do before you get married?"
"What we need is some girls," said Jake, a particularly ladish, masculine
friend of mine for whom women and sex were never far from his mind, or his
lips. "What are you getting at here, Mark, have you got us a stripper?"
"Something like that," he said, glancing significantly at me, "some
entertainment anyway. Could be pretty sexy, we'll have to see."
"What are you talking about?" asked Zach, one of my work colleagues who I
knew had always had a bit of a thing for Gina even before I met her.
"Rich knows," Mark replied, all eyes turning to me, as I looked confusedly
back at Mark. "Or maybe he doesn't know the whole of it, but he knows what
it's about, don't you Rich?" Again, I mumbled something about not having a
clue, but I was by now blushing and my protests were unconvincing as I
began to worry he was about to reveal my confession. "Stay here," he said
to the whole room, "I've got something to get for Rich. It's sort of an
early wedding present, but you can only keep it for tonight, I'm afraid."
"You have got him a stripper, excellent," said Pete, a guy I had been to
school with but hadn't seen for six years until I invited him to the
wedding.
"A stripper? Are you sure that's a good idea," Sam butted in, he was a
cautious, nervous kind of guy and that was reflected here by his being the
only person other than me a little worried about where the conversation
was headed, "I mean, what's Gina gonna think when she finds out?"
"We're not going to tell her, you bloody idiot," Jake replied, irritated
with Sam's usual manner as he often was, "She never has to know what goes
on between us, right, Rich?"
"It's only normal at this kind of thing," said Pete, trying to reassure
Sam.
In the time that it had taken to have this conversation, Mark had been
able to slip out of the room, upstairs and back again with his gift.
Draped over his arms was a beautiful white dress, it could only be Gina's
wedding dress that she had kept hidden from me somewhere I didn't even
know where. I was beginning to see where this was headed and I didn't like
it, or rather part of me was repulsed by it, but another part curious and
excited.
"Now, Gina isn't the only one who'd love to play the blushing bride in
this dress this weekend. Is she, Rich?" Mark said, turning to me and
causing all eyes in the room to follow, looking at me in various states of
drunken confusion as I did indeed blush heavily. "I think we'd all like to
give him this opportunity to live out his fantasies before marriage to
Gina ends those possibilities." He held out the dress to me, it was a
classy strapless silk and lace affair with a very narrow waist and a wide
full-length skirt. It was as gorgeous and sexy as I would expect my
equally gorgeous fianc?e to pick out and my pulse was racing excitedly
just at the thought of wearing it. I took it and just stared at it,
feeling increasingly as though there was nothing I wanted more in the
world than to feel and see myself in it, to feel myself to be the
beautiful bride on her wedding night. "How about it, Rich? Are you going
to give us the privilege of seeing you as the bride?"
"You mean you want to dress as a woman?" said Jake, shocked and not a
little disgusted, "isn't that kind of gay?"
Instantly my shame and repulsion at what I wanted to do began to rise
within me and it was only the feel of the beautiful dress in my hands that
kept me from handing it back to Mark and laughing the whole thing off.
"Come on, Jake, it's just a bit of stag night fun," Pete unexpectedly came
to my defence, drunkenly slurring his speech, "Don't you think it would be
hilarious to see Rich as a girl?"
"Yeah," Sam piped up, "come on, Rich, do it."
"I agree," laughed my old university flatmate David, "It'd be classic."
"This is something I'd love to see," Ben, a work colleague, said, shaking
himself from a drunken stupor to add his voice.
"It looks like everybody does," Mark smiled. "You don't want to disappoint
them do you, Rich?"
And he was right, I didn't. I know that they were mostly speaking out of
drunken amusement, but it thrilled me to hear my friends clamouring to see
me appear as a woman and it made up my mind to do it, to see how it would
look and feel just for tonight. After all, in the morning, I could just
put it up to drunken stupidity and forget the whole incident like any
other dumb thing done under the influence of alcohol. Right now, however,
my head was feeling totally clear; I was running on adrenaline, buzzing
with excitement at trying on the dress.
Holding the dress close to my chest, I headed for the door to drunken
cheers from my friends. As I walked passed him, Mark grabbed my arm for a
second and whispered in my ear, "I've laid out everything you'll need to
look fabulous on your bed."
This filled me with a tingle of excitement that only increased when I got
up to the bedroom I shared with Gina. There, on the bed, was some
exquisite, sexy, expensive white lingerie, just like the kind I had always
stared longingly at in the pages of catalogues and porn sites on the
internet. How did he know?
Eagerly, and with some effort, I managed to lace myself tightly into the
bone and lace corset that cinched my waist to a narrow feminine shape,
pushing my chest up so it filled the cups to look like breasts. It was
mostly white but with pink laces to tie it tightly around me and a little
pink lace around the cups of the bra. Next were a tiny little pair of
white french knickers that matched in colour to the corset, mostly plain
white and lacy but with a little pink bow above where the girl's pussy
would be. These, I slid slowly up my legs, becoming ever more excited as
they came closer to my crotch until my cock was encased in their lacy
feel. It certainly felt a lot different to the ordinary underwear that I
wear, I can tell you. It felt better, more alive, more sexy, more girlish
and impetuous, I felt like in lacy knickers like that I could really
become the alluring sex kitten I had wanted Gina to be for me, I could
become like my ideal of her. My cock was already twitching eagerly and
anxiously at these thoughts and the feel of the underwear. I tried to calm
myself; I didn't want the guys to think that I was enjoying this quite as
much as I was. I had to concentrate on continuing to dress and not think
about how sexy I was increasingly feeling.
I've always been quite fair and boyish so fortunately my body wasn't
really covered by any unsightly hairs that would make me look masculine.
Even so, I briefly considered shaving my legs but worried both that that
would take up valuable time and also betray my true excitement and desire
even more than the slight bulge in my panties. Besides, I couldn't wait to
put on the best part of the lingerie that Mark had laid out for me. The
stockings were white silk stay ups with a lace pattern around the top and
tiny pink bows that matched the ones on the fronts of my panties. They
looked great and I knew that they would look even better wrapped around my
long legs. I wasn't at all tall for a guy (about 5'8, pretty much the same
as Gina, which would be fortunate when it came to putting on her dress),
but I would be for a girl, and my legs, disproportionately long, would
look stunning in the stockings. As I sat on the bed and rolled the
stockings up, slipping one over my foot, I licked my lips and imagined
what those long legs would look like if I were a hot girl and they were
wrapped around my boyfriend's arse. Slowly, I rolled the first stocking up
my right leg, savouring every second of the soft, sensuous feel of silk on
flesh; I thought I was going to blow my load in my panties right there and
then. Fortunately, I was able to control myself and with some effort while
still sitting on the bed, I was able to reduce the size of my hard-on so
it was barely visible and get on with the job of putting on the wedding
dress itself.
In the dress, I began to feel every inch the beautiful bride on her big
day and felt a slight twinge of jealousy at Gina being able to do it for
real. Finally, beside the bed I found Mark had left a pair of white heels
which, when I slipped them onto my feet, fit absolutely perfectly and made
my calves look even sexier in their white stockings. Now, unlike my height
and build, my feet were definitely not the same size as Gina's, these
couldn't have been her shoes and I began to think once more about how much
thought and planning Mark must have put into this.
However, I wasn't allowed too much leisure to think on this as just at
that second, as I stood up after buckling the shoes around my feet, I
caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. As I looked closer I was
stunned, thrilled and proud to see how good I looked. I was certainly a
passable woman, hell, I was hot. In that beautiful white dress with a
narrow waist, little breasts and long legs I looked like the kind of bride
anyone would be delighted to marry. At that point, I decided to go all out
for this and sat myself at Gina's make-up table and set about making my
face even more beautifully feminine.
I had seen Gina do this thousands of times and was pretty confident I knew
what I was doing as I applied foundation and blush to my cheeks making my
skin soft and rosy just like a bride's should be on her exciting wedding
day. Then, I turned my attention to my eyes, adding a pale blue eye shadow
to bring out the blue colour in them and extending my lashes to a fluttery
girlish look with mascara. Finally my I painted my lips with Gina's
favourite pink lipstick.
Fortunately I had always worn my blond hair long, perhaps a part of me
always wanted to feel that little bit womanly, so it was easy now to use
Gina's hairspray to tease it into her kind of style. Since Gina had had
her hair dyed blonde a couple of weeks earlier for the wedding, people had
said we'd had matching his and hers hair. Styled like this, I could see
what they meant. In fact, like this I looked so good I could easily pass
for Gina's sister. As I added the final touch, Gina's bridal veil thinly
covering my face, I could probably even pass for Gina herself.
I was ready to face my public. I adjusted myself a little and admired
myself a little longer in the mirror, striking a couple of model poses. It
wasn't that I was nervous about going downstairs; I just loved how great I
looked. Well, alright, I was nervous about how those guys would react. Had
I taken it too far? Was I too convincing a woman for this to work as a
joke? Would it just make them uncomfortable?
Oh, well, I thought, it's now or never. This is the last chance I'll ever
get do this; better make the most of it. And with that, tottering a little
on my heels at first, I headed down the stairs to make my entrance, every
part of me buzzing with electric thrills, anticipation, nerves. My head
was swimming and I had to keep a tight hold on the banister as I descended
and not just because I was unused to walking in heels. I was feeling
totally hot and sexy and feminine in the lingerie and wedding dress and
yet I was trying not to think sexily for fear the outline of my hard cock
could betray me. My heart was all aflutter as I stepped through the door.
What did they think of me? And what will happen next? You can find all
that out in chapter two.
To be continued...
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