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THE WEDDING
BY
JANICE
In my mailbox that day I found an envelope from Karol. She used to be
Carol but she moved to California and became one of the in crowd, now she
is Karol. It was a wedding invitation. She was getting married to her
life partner, Rose. I knew Rose and liked her, so I was happy that they
were getting married. The only thing that would make me happier would be
if she were marrying me.
The wedding was in a month. It took me over a week to decide to go. The
invitation was for Janice. Janice was my femme name. I was, am, a closet
cross dresser; this meant that very few people knew about me. I had never
been out of the house as Janice, not since I was much younger at least.
I felt daring and decided to throw caution to the winds and take the five
hour, cross country flight, as Dawn. This was back when all you need to
get on a plane was a ticket, and all you needed to get a ticket was the
price.
The day of the trip dawned. My luggage, three big suitcases; I would be
away for three days and a girl needs many clothes for three days, were
packed. I was going to wear my favorite black dress for the flight.
I wore a tight corset to help my waist. I did not need a bra with this
dress but I wore one anyway because I wanted the lace of the cups to show
at the deep "V" neck of the dress, sexier, I thought.
I wore black pantyhose over the spandex panty girdle I always wore as
Janice; this held my penis in place and over my pantyhose I wore red lace
panties. I needed this (the panty girdle) even more now that I was going
out in public and did not want any tell tale bulge showing. I pulled the
flesh of my chest together and held it with duct tape, this would give me
cleavage. I pulled on my dress over my head and down my body. The dress
was knee length. The top had cap sleeves and was cut very low so my
cleavage, and a bit of my bra cups showed, the waist was snug and, thanks
to my corset, seemed smaller than usual.
I was ever so careful with my make-up and hair because of the fact that I
would be out of the house for the first time and wanted no hint that I
was not the attractive woman I seemed to be. My hair was not very long so
I wore one of my long wigs. I wore a little white satin, short sleeved,
waist length jacket and white gloves.
I had the taxi driver pull all the way up the driveway, which was hidden
from the road and the house next door. I was extremely nervous as I
locked the door and entered the cab after the driver put my luggage in
the trunk. I knew all the tricks from reading books and watching women.
As I gave the driver my destination I leaned over enough to give him a
good look at my cleavage...
By the time I arrived at the airport I knew I would have no problem. I
had just spent 45 minutes in a confined space with a man who dealt with
people all day and was taken for a woman... I paid the driver and gave
him a big smile with the tip.
The driver let me off by the main entrance where there was a skycap
station. I doubted very much that I could manage the three bags alone,
especially in my high heels.
I didn't have long to wait before boarding. The flight was uneventful
except for the time I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way to the
restrooms at the rear of the plane, I heard a few low wolf whistles as I
did so; I smiled. I was gaining more confidence with each passing minute.
The rest room was small. I had a time doing my duty. I had to pull down
my panties, my pantyhose, and then my spandex girdle. Pulling everything
back up was the hardest part. I had to be careful that no panty line
showed through my dress and everything was in place and there were no
lumps where there should be no lumps.
It is going to be a long flight so I may as well give you some
information concerning the relationship between Karol and myself.
Did I ever give you my name? Well...it is Ron. Karol and I grew up
together and were best friends. Even way back then it seemed obvious that
she was a potential lesbian. When we played house, which we did often, it
was not that she was the mommy and I was the daddy. She was the mommy
alright but I was the daughter...sister or best girlfriend and she made
me wear one of her dresses. Our mothers thought it was cute and let us
play that way.
As we grew older the playing house slowed down almost to a complete stop
but we remained friends. At the age where we should have started
recognizing the opposite sex she still preferred girls while I started
getting interested in girls but never lost my interest in dressing up
with her but always in the privacy of our own homes.
As we became teenagers I tried dating her but she would not allow it. We
would go places together and do things together but she never considered
me as more than a good friend. I asked her to every high school dance but
she always refused. She did however allow me to wear her gowns from time
to time. She was, is, not a dyke; she is always the feminine partner in
her relationships and always had such lovely clothes which, as stated
above, I was allowed to wear from time to time.
I still carry a torch for her even to this day and would jokingly tell
her that I wish I had enough money to get a sex change and become a
lesbian, and then maybe something serious could come of it between her
and me.
About five years ago, after we graduated High School, I did give it one
last chance and asked her to our senior prom but as always, she refused.
She was out of the closet by that time and she went with another girl.
She moved to California and I to New Jersey and we kept in touch with
each other.
This would be the first time we would be seeing each other since then.
The plane landed and I walked down the jet way. I saw the reason I flew
across country in a dress. Karol was waiting for me in the arrival
waiting room. I wondered if she would recognize me, she knew I was a
cross dresser but she had never seen me in person as the adult Janice,
she only saw pictures. I could see her through the wall sized window. She
was wearing a short pleated skirt and a tight tee shirt with "California
Girls Just Do It" on the front.
She did not recognize me. I had to go up to her face before she knew the
girl in front of her was me, or should it be I? I think it is me, who
cares?
I was glad I was wearing my girdle; the very sight of her gave me an
erection. As I hugged her I was extra careful to hug as a woman would hug
another woman. We were in a terminal and two women hugging was not so
strange but there were limits. I did cheat a little as we kissed, I
rubbed my groin against hers and for the second time in as many minutes I
was glad for the panty girdle. This time it kept the wetness from coming
through to my dress. It felt warm, sticky and uncomfortable.
After a long kiss I whispered to her what had happened. She suggested we
go to the ladies room to get me cleaned up. I had to get almost
completely undressed to do so, shoes and all; I had to change my
pantyhose and panties, unfortunately, I had no spare panty girdle handy;
it was in my luggage which had not been claimed as of yet.
Karol got me some wet towels and between us I was able to get cleaned up,
after a sort.
We had something to eat and headed home. The driver put my luggage in the
trunk. He opened the taxi door for the two pretty girls. Karol got in
first, I slid in, and as I did I allowed my skirt to slide up enough so
that the driver caught a glimpse of my panties. As I turned around I saw
a smile on Karol's face, she had seen everything.
Karol talked about the wedding all the way home. It was to be the next
day; I would go home the day after that.
Rose met us at the door; we kissed as the cab driver shook his head and
muttered, "What a waste," but this was California, what did he expect?
I was dying to get out of my tight dress. I had been dressed for about
six hours, that was about two hours more than I had ever been dressed
before.
I unpacked in the guest room. I took off my dress and corset. I was so
glad to get out of that. I was down to my panties and bra before I
realized both girls were still in the room with me.
I pulled out a Donald Duck tee shirt and a light skirt. I put on the
shirt and realized that Donald's eyes were over my breasts. My skirt was
light and loose; it came to above my knees and moved at the slightest
breeze.
We talked for a long time. I saw the Wedding Gowns hanging over the door
and mentioned how pretty they were, both women would be wearing identical
gowns.
"Would you like to try one of them on?" Karol asked.
"I'd love to. They are so pretty. Can I really try one?"
"Sure," Rose said. "It takes at least two girls to help get into it."
It took almost fifteen minutes to get me into it. They had to put on two
long full petticoats. The gown had twenty small pearl buttons down the
back and a few hooks at the waist. They finally got me into it, including
the floor length veil.
"My God," I said when finished. "I make a beautiful bride. When I get
married I want to borrow it." I said kidding. (I was a cross dresser but
as straight as they come, there was no way I could wear a wedding gown to
my own wedding, or was there?)
They had just gotten me out of it; I was only in my panties and bra when
the door burst open. An attractive young woman boldly walked in. she took
one look at me and was able to see that I was definitely a guy, and not
gay.
"Hi. I'm Allison. You could be no one else but Ron."
I didn't know what to say, there was no way I could hide the fact that I
was a he. "Eh, ah, eh." Was all I could come up with.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Karol told me all about you. I don't judge. I
see nothing wrong with a guy wanting to look good, by the way, you do
look good; can't wait to see you dressed."
"Just wait a minute and you will." I said and put back on my skirt and
tee shirt.
Official introductions were made all around.
Allison was one of the bridesmaids and a full blown lesbian. She said she
liked what she saw, from both sides of the fence. I thought it was too
bad she was being paired up with one of the ushers.
They were having a bachelorette party that night for Karol and Rose. The
guests started arriving about eight o'clock. The four of us changed for
the party. Allison and me in the guest room.
Allison and I Helped each other. Both of us wore dresses that zipped up
the back. We each could have done it ourselves but it was much more fun
helping each other, and intimate. I liked Allison and I think she liked
me.
The bachelorette party was a lot of fun for me. I was the only male there
as far as I knew; if I was a man dressed as a girl, why couldn't some one
else be? I could have asked Karol or Rose but thought that wouldn't be
right. How would I like it if my secret was revealed? Almost every one
got drunk that night.
I slept in a sheer baby doll nighty.
By mid morning the next day the wedding party had arrived at Karol and
Roses. I was in a simple housedress.
Allison, although she was a bride's maid, came over to help the other
girls get into their gowns. I was drafted to help. I did have to put on
my spandex girdle. I knew I would be coming in close contact with a bunch
of semi nude girls and didn't want anything coming up. (Pun intended)
I was a big help even though I did not really know what I was doing. I
just followed orders, hook this, snap that, and pull here, button that,
that sort of stuff.
Allison was the last to get dressed. She asked me to help her personally.
"I want to ask you for a personal favor." She said when we were alone.
"I can't answer that until I know what the favor is."
"I am supposed to be hooked up with one of the ushers, he is such a
creep. I don't mind during the ceremony and pictures, but afterwards;
will you be my date? If he sees me with some one else he may leave me
alone, besides, I don't want to be with a guy."
"But I'm a guy." I replied.
"Why don't we keep that our little secret?" She said. "Will you?"
"I would be glad to.
We were standing face to face while I adjusted the neckline of her gown.
"Oh, thank you." She put her arms around me and kissed me.
She helped me get into my ankle length gown. It was a gown I bought
special for the wedding; I also wore my new strawberry blond wig, again,
special for the wedding.
Allison had to go to the wedding with the wedding party so I rode with
another girl and two guys. I got to see the other side of being a woman.
One of the guys, Anthony, kept hitting on me.
I told Anthony I was going with someone.
"Is it one of the Ushers?"
"No. One of the Brides Maids, Allison." I said, playing off what she had
said to me earlier.
The ceremony was beautiful. The brides were beautiful and the reception
was beautiful. I had a great time. The only problem was that during the
reception, some of the guys wanted to dance with me; I did a few times. I
was annoyed at the ones that kept trying to hit on me.
I didn't mind when some of the girls asked me to dance, after all, this
was not a typical crowd. I did find out later that I was not the only guy
in a dress, I wondered if I had danced with more guys than I thought.
Allison rescued me from a drunk who was trying to take me off the dance
floor to a back room. This guy had been a real pain in the ass to all the
girls. He had me in a corner. Allison walked over and pulled the guy off
me.
"Keep your hands off my Bitch." She shouted loud enough for everyone to
hear, "That goes for everyone. This is my Bitch and I will rip the balls
off any one who touches her."
The guy slunk away. The music started back up and Allison and I danced.
The rest of the night it was only girls who danced with me, or was it?
As we danced Allison whispered in my ear, "It is too bad you are not a
woman. We make such a lovely pair."
We danced and talked till the party was over. Allison drove me home in
her car where we said goodbye, as a girl and guy should.
I wore a light yellow sundress for the flight home. Allison drove me to
the airport. We kissed goodbye at the boarding gate, I felt a tear in my
eye as we parted.
Since I found out how easily I could pass, and be accepted, I spent a lot
of time out. There was an alternate lifestyle bar a few blocks from me
called "Links." I started spending a lot of time there.
I would just sit alone nursing a drink my first few times there. Soon, I
started talking to the other patrons there. I built up a reputation of
being a lesbian. This stopped the guys from trying to hit on me. My
relationship with them, the lesbians, was strictly platonic because I did
not know what would happen when and if they found out my true gender.
I needn't have worried, because I had been made the first time I put my
shapely foot in the door.
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