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THE WEDDING REVISITED
BY
JANICE
This story is a sequel to The Wedding. It has two of the same
characters, Ron, a cross dresser madly in love with Karol, a lesbian
married to another lesbian, and takes place a few years after The
Wedding, it is also a prequel because of flash backs that take place
years before The Wedding. You decide what it is. It has the same
narrator, Ron.
It has been almost five years since I last saw Karol, and that was at
her wedding in California where she married her life partner, Rose. I
was invited as a guest and that was a double edged sword. I had, have,
an obsession with her, Karol. I am infatuated with her and would have
been in heaven had I been getting married to her. The chance of that
ever happening was very slim because Karol is not only a lesbian but
also a man hater. The only reason she put up with me is because we were
brought up together, our mothers were step sisters, and maybe because I
am a cross dresser. I guess that would make us cousins of some sort.
In the intervening years since we last saw each other I came into a
bunch of money. I now work when I wish, as a free lance electronic
technician, which leaves me plenty of time to pursue my other passion,
cross dressing. I usually spend a few weeks every so often at my other
home where I am always Dawn Marie. When living as Dawn I use those
breasts that you glue to your chest with a special adhesive that holds
them is place for several weeks or you can remove them using a special
solvent.
I had planned on doing that for a few weeks, living as Dawn in my other
house a few towns away from Ron's house, when out of the blue I got a
phone call from Karol. She said that she and Rose were having problems
and wanted to see me and to get away for a week or so. I gladly agreed
to put her up for a few days and explained that I was being Dawn Marie
for awhile. I could see a lot of fun with this because I would have some
company during this time away, and I would be in the presence of the
only woman that I ever loved. She agreed that it might be fun too.
I drove to the airport to pick her up dressed as Dawn; I was going to be
Dawn the entire time I was at my "Hideaway Home" because every one there
knew me as Dawn. I wore a blue long sleeve top and matching blue and
white checkered pants. I mentally made a few plans for the next couple
days. I wondered if Karol had changed any since we last saw each other;
I know I had not. I weighed the same as before and had the same size
waist.
While waiting for her plane I thought about some of the fun we used to
have as kids. We almost always played together and when we did she
usually forced me to take the female role when we played house, and made
me wear the dress. I enjoyed playing the "Mommy" and looked forward to
playing. She, Karol, never wanted to wear dresses and would fight with
her mother when she made Karol wear one.
There was this one Thanksgiving Day when they came to my house for
Thanksgiving dinner. Karol had to wear this pretty dress and it was easy
to see that she was uncomfortable wearing it and I made fun of her.
It would be hours before dinner and my mom told me and Karol to go for a
walk while they finished cooking. I, just to bust chops, changed into a
sweat shirt and jeans.
We went to the park where a bunch of kids were getting up a football
game and naturally Karol wanted to play. There was no way she could do
it in a dress much less the fancy one she was wearing. I did the worst
thing I could do; I laughed at her and said it was too bad she wasn't
wearing jeans like I was.
There was a public toilet behind the bleachers and she took my hand and
pulled me to the girl's room. I had no idea what she was doing but soon
learned. She was always stronger than me and I think I was a bit scared
of her so when she made me take off my clothes and change with her I put
up a struggle that I knew I would lose. Of course I had to be punched in
the stomach a few times before I did it.
In about five minutes I was in her dress and she was in my shirt and
pants, ordinarily I would have dome it willingly but that would have
been home, not here in public and with a bunch of kids all around. Karol
was always the resourceful one. She went to a closet in the bathroom and
got out a sign that read "Out of order" and a padlock. She locked me in
while she went to play football for about an hour while I sat in the
public toilet trying to keep the dress clean. I got real nervous a few
times when someone tried to get into the bathroom.
Finally the game was over; we changed clothes and went home for
Thanksgiving dinner. Of course I got in a bit of hot water because my
clothes were dirty.
Her plane arrived and I waited for her by the gate. I wondered if she
had changed since we last saw each other.
Well, she did change a bit, she seems to have put on a bit of weight and
it looked like she grew an inch or two from where I stood and her taste
in clothes was still the same, she was wearing her usual tee shirt and
jeans. I also noticed that she looked like a weightlifter and like a
female weightlifter she seemed to have no breasts, or at least very
small, almost non existent breasts. I had hoped that since getting
married she would have at least started wearing a skirt. She did wear
one the weekend of her wedding along with the very pretty wedding gown
that she let me try on when I went to California too attend.
I made my way to her and took advantage of being at an airport, I hugged
her and gave her a big kiss right on her sweet lips. I guess I forgot
that I was Dawn for a second because she seemed quite surprised to have
a strange woman hugging and kissing her. As soon as she realized who I
was she hugged me back.
We greeted each other for a few seconds then went to pick up her
luggage. At the carousel I saw a set of matching pink luggage and an
overnight case which I instinctively knew didn't belong to her so I
grabbed the two duffel bags which I knew did.
Not too much was said until we got to the car then we both started
talking at once. She told me that she and Rose were finished and that
Rose left her for another woman over a year ago so she, Karol, just
wanted to get away for awhile and knew that she could always count on me
to be there for her.
I picked up on the divorce right away and for just a nanosecond thought
that there might be a chance for me.
It was near lunch time by the time we got home so we stopped for a bite
to eat and I could tell her all about my life in the past five years. I
told her about my coming into all that money and that I really didn't
need to work and only occasionally took a job to have something to do. I
told her that I was on an extended vacation, if a person who doesn't
have a job can really call it a vacation. She kept looking at me a bit
strangely and I couldn't understand why. She had seen me as Dawn
thousands of times as we grew up. I was reminded of that Christmas when
our mothers, unbeknownst to us bought us identical Christmas presents,
matching dresses. I think somewhere I told you that my mother, and
Karol's, both not only knew about my cross dressing at that early age,
but approved and sometimes encouraged it.
I think we were ten, maybe eleven years old at the time. Our moms
thought it would be cute to dress us as sisters because that is the way
we, Karol and I, thought about ourselves when I was dressed. The dresses
were cute and identical. Naturally, if you give a boy and a girl a dress
each, one of them will hate it and one will love it; in the topsy-turvy
world we lived in I, the guy. Loved my dress and Karol hated it, but we
both wore them all day. They were white with some sort of a diamond
pattern on them. They came to just below our knees and had some stiff
netting to push our skirts out. If I remember correctly they had a black
belt that tied in a bow in front. They had short puff sleeves and we
were given yellow flower corsages for our chest, chest because we were
still too young to have breasts. I felt so grown up in mine while, as
you can probably suspect, Karol hater hers.
I was so careful not to spill anything on mine while I think Karol made
it a point to get hers soiled in the hopes that she would be allowed to
change. She wasn't. Her mother made her keep her dress on all day. She
said that if Karol wanted to be a slob, it was her fault.
We finally got home and I helped Karol carry her bags into the house
where I showed her her room. We talked as I watched her unpack. Why was
I not surprised that the only feminine things she had were her panties
and bras. Knowing her, I knew that they would be white cotton.
It was well into the middle of the afternoon by the time we were
finished unpacking and getting her room straightened out so I thought I
would change and take her for a drive around town.
I changed into a pair of white shorts and a red sleeveless top, she, in
her usual a white tee shirt and jean shorts.
She saw me and gave a wolf whistle, "You always did have great legs",
she said.
We spent about an hour driving around town while I showed her all the
"Hot" spots. It didn't register at the time but later that evening I
realized that although I have a big car, and the top was up, she sat
right next to me.
I remembered it that night after supper, which she made. She was always
a good cook but what she made was simple but good.
I have lots of packages of Ramin noodles, she cooked a couple of
packages and opened a can of Stewed Tomatoes and mixed them making a
good meal.
After the dishes were done, which I did myself; whether it was because I
was the "Woman" or because she was the guest doesn't matter. When I went
into the living room to watch TV I saw her sitting on the end of the
couch with one arm over the back. I started for my favorite chair when I
remembered the way she was sitting in the car, right up next to me; and
now she is sitting with her arm up along the back of the couch, I did
what any one would do in that position. I went and sat next to her.
Sure enough she had her arm around my shoulder in a few minutes so I
snuggled up against her and we watched TV until I felt tired. I excused
myself and went to change into my nighties.
A set of blue baby dolls with matching panties. Returning I sat next to
her again. Is this any way for a twenty seven year old guy to be acting
with the girl of his dreams? I don't know but that is the way I was
acting and you got to admit, this was a unique situation and I don't
think all the rules apply here. All I knew was that I was in the arms of
the one I love and that was that. I just wished she would kiss me, if
the situation was reversed and she was in my arms, not only would we be
kissing but I would be thinking of a way to get into bed with her.
It was well after eleven o'clock and I was dead tired so I excused
myself and headed for my room.
I was still awake later when I heard the TV go off and Karol go to her
room which was next to mine hoping that she would do the right thing and
crawl into bed with me but I really knew that that would never happen.
The next thing I knew was that the sun was streaming in my window and it
was morning. I showered and got into a green tank top and whit flared
skirt that came to well above my knees, Karol always did tell me I had
nice legs. I was just finishing making coffee when she walked into the
kitchen wearing what I supposed was her sleepers, her sports bra and a
pair of boxer shorts. I poured her a cup of coffee and we had breakfast
together.
After breakfast and some more chit-chat, I proposed that we spend the
day on the boardwalk.
She, not surprisingly, wore her usual uniform, shorts and a loose tee
shirt.
As we were going out the door I got a glimpse of us and had to smile at
what I saw. Karol asked what was so funny so I showed her. I led her to
the full length mirror on the inside of the door. I showed her the
attractive young couple holding hands, the girl in a short skirt and the
guy in shorts and a tee shirt and I was the girl and she the guy.
It was a short drive to the beach so I allowed her to drive and this
time I snuggled up close to her as I would if I was a woman out for a
drive with her boyfriend. I realize that I sound like a teen age girl
out with her main squeeze and I think I felt like one too but I was
going to take advantage of this situation of being close to the woman I
have been infatuated my entire life from my mid teens. She didn't seem
to have a problem so I was going to push as much as possible.
We spent almost all day at the boardwalk shopping and eating and just
walking around like two lovers. I never wanted the day to end but rather
than risk my going too far and ruin what I had, and to avoid getting a
sun burn, we headed home with a few bags of souvenirs.
We stopped at a pizzeria for lunch and noticed a small group of kids in
one corner. It looked like they were having a birthday party. Karol
nudged me and looked at the group. It was a group of young girls and
indeed one of them was having a birthday party. They were all dressed in
party dresses, something you don't see too much anymore. These days it
seems as if girls all want to look like boys, even at parties when they
should be dressed up in fancy dresses.
Karol leaned over to me and whispered to me, "Do you remember our tenth
birthday party?"
It took me a few seconds to remember what she was talking about.
Our birthdays are no more than a week apart and for as long as I could
remember we celebrated them together at one house or another. Since we
were eight and my mother started letting me dress as a girl we usually
had them at Karol's house so that I could attend as Dawn Marie because
Karol lived across town and no one there knew I was not a girl. We spent
most all holidays at her house for the same reason. We, Karol and I,
used to think that maybe we should just change places with each other
because I would rather dress up in a fancy dress for parties and such
while Karol would rather wear her tee shirts and jeans. She even told me
that if she ever got married and had to wear a wedding gown it would be
made of denim.
On the occasions when she had to wear a dress she would be out of it as
soon as possible while I wore mine all day.
But I digress; I was telling you about our tenth birthday party.
Naturally it was to be at Karol's house.
The night before, my mother gave me my birthday present, at least one of
them. It was a lovely dress that I had seen many times at the mall and
even showed it to my mom on more than one occasion. I was surprised to
see it when I opened the box.
Mom said that I could wear it to Karol's tomorrow for our party. She
hardly ever let me go out of the house as Dawn Marie at home because she
was afraid that someone might see me, so I usually changed at Karol's.
I woke up early the next morning way before my mother and it seemed like
hours before she woke up and we had breakfast. Then it was time for me
to get dressed.
Mom said she would help me.
I started out with, as usual, panties and a vest or cami, which had a
thin pink ribbon around the neck opening and shoulder straps. My dress
was light blue with an embroidered bodice and short puff sleeves and the
skirt was full and pushed out from the waist to the knee length hem by a
stiff petticoat and had a thin blue belt which mom tied at the back in a
big bow.
I remember giggling when I looked at myself in the mirror. Mom asked
what I thought was so funny.
I told her that I thought it was funny that I, a boy, was excited about
wearing such a pretty dress while I knew that Karol was probably
fighting because her mother was making her wear one.
My dress came with a cute little straw hat and a pair of white gloves
and a white purse; at least mom got the gloves, hat and purse for me.
I felt like a little princess riding to Karol's for our party.
When I saw her all dressed all I could think of was that she, the real
girl, looked like a boy in a dress, while, the real boy in a dress,
looked like a cute little girl.
Maybe it was attitude that did it because I wanted to wear a dress and
look like a little girl while she would rather be in a tee shirt and
jeans.
The party was fun especially for me because I got to kiss all the girls
there when they gave me my gifts, and although I was young, I did enjoy
being kissed by girls.
The party was a lot of fun and we played some games, but all too soon it
was over. As usual when in dresses, Karol couldn't wait to get out of
hers while I wanted to keep mine on as long as possible.
We finished our Pizza and headed home, I let Karol drive.
Sitting next to her on the ride home she had her hand on my leg and
several times her hand went up my short skirt; under other circumstances
this might be a bit embarrassing but then there would never be other
circumstances. I never would be out with a guy, I am a cross dresser and
purely heterosexual.
[I would like to take a few lines here to explain a few things. In some
of my stories I have received some well meaning, and probably correct,
flack of my usage of sexual description. Karol is not a TG or a ts or
any kind of sexual transformation person. She is a female, albeit a
husky female, who is also a lesbian, so I believe I am right referring
to her as she]
We had planned on going out that night. It was Saturday and when here,
in my Dawn Marie local, I usually got all decked out in a fancy, but
just short of formal, dress and went for supper at an expensive joint
and then to a show.
We were both a bit tired so we took a short nap before getting dressed.
Just for fun, and maybe a one in a thousand chance, I showed Karol my
extensive wardrobe and told her that she could borrow anything she
wanted if it fit. To tell the truth I didn't think it would happen
either way. There was no way she would have fit into most of my gowns
and even if she did, she wouldn't want to.
She did however pull one out and asked if I would wear it that night.
She said it was so pretty and she would be proud to be seen with such a
pretty woman wearing so lovely a gown. I think I blushed a bit when she
told me I was pretty.
I showered first. While Karol showered I started getting dressed. First
I checked carefully that my boobs were still firmly attached and did
have to apply a drop of glue if a few places. I pulled on my pantyhose
over a pair of panties that did almost nothing for holding my manhood in
place.
Because I have been taking minimum hormones for the past three years,
mainly to keep my skin soft and slow my body hair growth, it also helped
retarded growth there too. I still had a life as Ron to live so I could
not go too far.
I was trying to get into a waist cincher when I heard Karol come out of
the bathroom.
"Hay Hon," I called out, "Can you give me a hand with this"? I turned
around so she could get to the laces in the back. She laced me up and
stood behind me as I stepped into my dress which she zipped up for me. I
could have done both myself but when you have help, use it.
The dress she picked out for me was bright red. It had a low, square
neck with spaghetti straps and a tight waist. The knee length skirt was
pushed way out by a built in crinoline and it had a matching Bolero
style jacket. I wore red high heeled cross strap shoes of about three
inches.
She was still standing behind me straightening my dress when she wrapped
her arms around me and kissed the back of my neck.
This was the first time ever she had kissed me other that hello or
goodbye and I loved it. Seeing as she started it I would push as far as
I could.
I turned in her arms and kissed her on her lips, not just a buss, but a
kiss, as if we were the lovers I so wanted to be. She returned it the
same way.
While she went to dress in her men's suit I finished putting on my make
up and jewelry. We did make a lovely couple.
When she was finished and came back to my room and saw how I looked her
jaw dropped. "I don't understand why some lesbian hasn't tried hooking
you, you are so gorgeous." She said.
"Sweetheart, you know there is only one Lesbian in my life." I said with
a wink. I handed her my jacket which she helped me into, grabbed my red
purse and elbow length gloves and took her hand. She helped me down the
stairs like a gentleman would help his woman.
I again gave her the keys to lock up and stood by the car waiting for
her to hold the door open for me. I climbed in and as I did that
afternoon, I snuggled up close to her.
The valet helped me out and parked the car while Karol and I went
inside.
We ate, and as I would do if I was alone, and I am always alone this
being the first time I was with someone, we went to a play in the same
building. One of the waitresses who usually attended me whispered to me,
"This guy is cute, he looks like a keeper."
Before going home we stopped for a drink but only one for Karol, she was
doing the driving, I allowed myself to get just a bit tipsy.
This had been the best day ever as far as I was concerned. Spending the
entire day with the woman I loved and using pet names all day, and
spending the evening with her, I was wondering how much farther I could
go and was just tipsy enough to push the limit.
When we got home I asked her to help me out of my dress, I had "trouble
reaching the back zipper". She came to my room with me. I turned my back
to her while she unzipped my dress then turned and took her in my arms
and kissed her as my dress dropped to the floor. I was in just my
panties and bra as we held our kiss. I stepped back and took her jacket
off then started unbuttoning her shirt. She did nothing to stop me so I
continued undressing her until she was as semi naked as was I. She was
in her tee shirt and boxers and I in my bra and panties. I took her hand
and led her to my bed; she got the idea because she crawled into bed
with me. That night we became lovers but as is always the way with her,
she played the dominant male while I was the submissive female and was
on bottom both times. I fell asleep wrapped up in her arms.
The next day I woke to a bright morning. I looked over at my sleeping
beauty and smiled remembering last night. I climbed out of bed only to
realize that I was still in my panties and bra. I reached for her shirt
and put it on as a robe, it looked like a mini dress on my slight frame.
I buttoned it up as far as my breasts and went downstairs to make some
coffee.
The coffee was just finishing when she made an appearance still in her
shorts and tee.
She crossed the kitchen and kissed me telling me how sexy I looked in
her shirt. I made us both breakfast.
Karol went and got dressed while I did the dishes. She dressed and asked
to borrow my car saying she had something to do. I asked if she wanted
me to go along but she told me no; that I should stay home and make
myself beautiful.
I put on a pair of pink Capri pants but kept her shirt on after putting
a silver belt around my waist. I looked and felt like a teenage girl
after her first sexual encounter. Last night and this morning were the
best thing that had ever happened to me and I hoped that things would
continue. I was living a lifelong dream, I finally showed her how much I
love her and she responded in kind. I just hoped the rest of the day
would be as great because she was leaving in the morning to go back home
to her business.
It was about two hours later that she came back and had what we used to
call a "Shit eating grin" on her lovely face. She didn't tell me where
she went and I didn't ask; all I knew was that she greeted me with a
kiss and called me sweetheart. I couldn't ask for more.
I made sandwiches for lunch. We spent the rest of the day out in the
back yard basking in the sun.
She told me she was again taking me out for supper to the fanciest
restaurant in town.
It took me about an hour to decide on what to wear and decided on a
little black dress and my white fur stole.
She wore a black suit and again we looked like an average couple out on
the town (Except for the role reversal).
Supper was delicious and we danced a few dances before desert. Karol got
the waiters attention and mentioned that we were ready for desert. "Very
good sir", he said and walked away. I didn't remember ordering any
desert but I assumed that it came with the meal.
The waiter returned with a small silver covered tray. It didn't look
like it held much food but he placed it in front of me.
Karol told me to take the top off, which I did.
I almost pissed my pants when I saw a red velvet ring case opened to
show a beautiful engagement ring and a small hand written note with
"Will you marry me?" I did not know what was going on. Was this a joke,
or was she proposing to me. She leaned over and took the ring from the
case, got on her knees and asked, "Well, my sweet love...will you marry
me?"
It took me a few seconds before I could find my voice to answer with a
resounding "YES... YES".
It took another minute to realize that my childhood sweetheart, the girl
of my dreams finally broke down and realized how much I loved and adored
her.
The waiter brought us a small bottle of Champagne with the manager's
compliments.
That night was a repetition of last night but about a million times more
heavenly.
The next day she left for home with the promise that she would be back
in about a week so we could make arrangements for our upcoming wedding,
her second, and my first.
On the drive home from the airport I had a few questions myself...who is
she marrying...Ron or Dawn Marie? Where will we live? I have two houses
and she one. Where will the wedding take place? California would be good
for me, I knew a lot of people there from my last visit five years ago,
and a few other questions but the answer, as far as I was concerned
was...who cares, as long as we got married.
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