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Chapter V - The Rehearsal Dinner
Well, it was finally here. It was time for Mother and me to return home
so I could prepare for the rehearsal dinner, meet Richard, and probably
make a fool of myself. Mother wanted to prepare herself for her date with
William. We both had a nice pink glow from our time out in the sun. It
was about 2:00 pm when we arrived back at the house. I was still wearing
my swimsuit; it is red, by the way, with a nice cover-up top and my
sandals. Mother had on a nice skirted floral tankini. I thought we looked
kind of cool together. I headed toward my room and Mother toward hers. I
had to be at the church by 4:00. I was aiming toward 3:30 because
Michelle just seems to be the kind of girl who needs lots of support. I
pulled that pretty yellow dress again, with the tutu and lingerie. I
placed all that on my bed and started toward the shower. I couldn't help
but notice that Michelle was watching me through her window. I waved and
she waved back and she motioned me over to the window. She asked me if I
was nervous about meeting Richard. I said no, but I don't think that was
true. My stomach was a little in knots. She laughed and said everything
was going just perfect. She told me we were going to have a wonderful
rehearsal and a really good meal. Michelle's parents were just dying to
see us all together, and David's parents had arrived and already heading
toward the church. It made me realize I'd better get my butt into gear
and start getting ready. Mother was going to drive me to the church but
David and Michelle were going to drive me home. I'm not sure Mother was
going to be there when I returned. And I think I might be drinking a
little (or maybe a lot) tonight. I quickly showered and lotioned and
puffed and applied deodorant and perfumed and put on my undies and sat at
the vanity and applied my makeup. Holy Smoke, I can't believe I was just
able to do all that by myself in such a short amount of time. I put on my
hose and my tutu, a slip, then the dress. I was feeling pretty feminine
and looking good. Mother knocked on my door and asked if I was ready. She
didn't want Michelle's parents to see me exiting my house so I got into
the car in the garage. I had to duck down a bit just to be on the safe
side.
We got to the church at 3:30 just like I was hoping. I went in and met
David's and Richard's parents. OMG, those guys were both extremely good
looking. Richard's father pulled me to the side and we sat and chatted
about Richard. I was informed that Richard was a little slow but I had
nothing to worry about. Richard's father told me that he'd spoken to
Richard about keeping his hands to himself and I was to inform Richard's
father if he did anything to make me feel uncomfortable or upset.
Richard's mother was just the nicest lady. She was all dressed up in a
pretty floral dress and her hair was all big and puffy. I hadn't seen the
other ushers at the church, nor any of the bridesmaids yet. So I just sat
with Richard's parents for a while as David was instructing Richard on
what to do during the wedding. They are both taller than I am. Michelle's
mother and I chatted about the bridesmaid dresses and she complimented me
over and over on my pretty dress. She even asked if I was wearing a
petticoat because my skirt poofed out so. I explained that Mother
suggested I wear a tutu under the skirt and she told me it was a great
idea. She asked if she'd be meeting my mother. I told her that Mother had
to go out of town for the weekend so she wouldn't be around for the next
few days. Richard's mother (Mrs. Johnson) said she was sorry she wouldn't
get to meet the mother of such a lovely young lady. I got a kick out of
that one. Anyway, everyone else in the bridal party, except Tammy, the
flower girl arrived around 4:00 and things went kind of smooth after
that. I met Richard and David, which was really not a big deal, as they
were both perfect gentlemen. We all lined up and practiced and the
Catholic priest gave us all detailed instructions on how to walk and how
to stand and where to stand, blah blah blah. He had such a screechy
voice. I wasn't sure how I was going to stand the ceremony the next day.
Michelle looked absolutely radiant. She seemed so happy and she really
looked like she was truly in love with David. Richard kept his hands to
himself during the whole rehearsal and I wondered why people thought he
was slow. He followed all the directions and didn't say much. It was hard
for me to make an intelligent decision about whether I liked him or not.
The other ushers and the best man were cool. Everyone got along and even
the ring bearer was a cute little seven-year-old who was able to walk in
a straight line and looked like he was pretty serious about his job. The
rehearsal lasted about 45 minutes. We all started walking toward the back
of the church and Michelle, David, and Richard were to take me to the
rehearsal dinner at a really nice restaurant in town. I sat in the back
of the car with Richard and Michelle and David sat in the front. This was
really the first time I got to spend some time with Richard and actually
try to get him to talk. He was actually afraid of me. He sat as far away
from me as possible, but he did keep looking at my legs. Michelle and
David were in their own little world, so I slid over a little and put my
hand close to Richard's hand. I asked him to tell me about himself. I
can't believe this guy was so shy, but I eventually got him to open up
and he did start talking. I even got him to touch my hand. His father
told me to let me know if he touched me inappropriately and I couldn't
get him to touch me at all.
When we got to the restaurant, I sat in the car waiting for Richard or
David to open the door for me. Michelle just looked back at me and
smiled, gave me a thumb up signal and winked at me. David reminded
Richard to open my door and I got out smoothly. The rest of the evening
went off without a hitch. I sat next to Richard and Michelle sat next to
me so if I couldn't get Richard to talk, I was at least able to have a
conversation with Michelle. We were able to drink a ton, and Michelle and
I and the other bridesmaids were able to use the restroom together. It
was so much fun. I don't know why I was worrying or nervous about a
dinner. The Johnson's liked me, the other bridesmaids liked me, and I
think Richard even liked me. The one significant event was when David
pulled me to the side and said he couldn't believe I was a guy. I asked
him he wanted me to prove it, but David just laughed and thanked me for
taking care of Richard so well. David told me Richard was having a
wonderful time and couldn't believe he got to hang out with such a cute
'chick.' David also told me how much he appreciated the help I'd given
Michelle this past week and she couldn't have done it without me. David
just made me feel like a princess.
We had to drop Richard off at the hotel the Johnson's were staying at
before David and Michelle dropped me off at my home. David couldn't
believe I lived just next door to Michelle. Michelle had told him how we
helped each other out through high school with homework and stuff.
Michelle didn't say anything about my dressing up at her house. I'm not
sure David knew that Michelle was the one that got me dressed up in the
first place. I figured he thought I was just gay or something and didn't
seem to be interested in how I got into this girl stuff. I didn't say
anything. Michelle was pretty drunk anyway so we were fortunate that
David hadn't drunk too much so he could drive me and Michelle home. I'm
sure he was a little confused when I told him to drop me off a little
ways up the street so that when he parked in front of Michelle's house,
they wouldn't see me get out and walk to my house. He didn't question
anything. Michelle must have told him something because he followed
directions completely. I needed a little air anyway. I watched from up
the street a ways as he dropped Michelle off, walked her up to the house.
Michelle's parents met them at the door, and then he drove off. I waited
until they closed the door then went up into my house. Michelle's parents
were at the rehearsal dinner. They left a little before us and I'm not
sure why they didn't just take Michelle with them, but I didn't ask.
Mother wasn't home when I arrived. I really wasn't expecting her to be
home anyway. I got undressed, put on a nightie and went straight to bed.
The final part of this adventure was to be over tomorrow.
Part VI - The Wedding
Saturday was finally here. Mother wasn't home when I woke up, and that
had me a little nervous as she was supposed to help me with my corset
sometime before the wedding. I actually woke with a headache as I'd had
way too much to drink at the rehearsal dinner. This was going to be my
last day as a girl, I decided. I was comfortable wearing all that stuff
but just didn't see the point in it after today. Michelle was going to
move on with her husband, I was going to go to college. I decided against
the women's college as Mother suggested. I was getting a little tired of
sneaking around so Michelle's parents wouldn't see me as a girl. I'd just
need to get a short haircut, remove the earrings, and dress more
appropriately. I didn't think that would be too hard. I'm not sure what I
was going to do with all the girl's clothes, but I'm sure Mother would
think of something. She did say she wanted to leave my room decorated a
bit more feminine but I'd only be there for a little while longer.
Mother arrived home at 9:30 with the biggest smile on her face. I think
she must have had a pretty good time last night. But she asked me first,
and I told her about the evening. She was happy for me. I could tell she
wanted me to ask her about her evening and she positively glowed.
Apparently, William was like the man of her dreams and I was happy for
her. We sat again at the kitchen table, drank our coffee and told our
stories. Some more mother / daughter bonding time talking about our
little soap opera lives. Mother didn't get into sexual details, but I
figured out most of that on my own. I was happy that she was happy. She
did tell me that William had asked about me. All of the sudden it hit me.
Mother and I had dinner with William and his brother and Mother
introduced me as her daughter. William thought I was Mother's daughter. I
had to ask Mother if she realized the problem that I was done after today
being Mother's daughter and if she was having a relationship with
William, then I was kind of trapped. Mother was surprised when I told her
this was my last day as her daughter. She assumed because I seemed to
enjoy it, that it was going to last forever. She told me she decorated my
room because she thought I wanted it that way. She told me she totally
enjoyed our girl time together and she didn't want that to end. She told
me she spent a fortune on clothes and things so I would feel comfortable
'coming out.' She didn't realize that I was hiding 'that much' from
Michelle's parents. She didn't know I walked home last night so they
didn't see me walk from the car to my house. I don't know how Mother
could not have understood all this. We talked for so long and I thought I
explained it well enough to her that this was only a temporary thing,
just to get through the wedding. She told me I looked and acted so
natural as a woman and that she wanted me to stay that way.
I wasn't expecting Mother to be all freaked out about this. I needed her
help to get me through this day. I can't put a corset on all by myself. I
didn't want Mother to think I didn't want to do all this. I told her so,
that I looked forward to the bridesmaid dress and all the lingerie. I
wasn't lying when I told her how good I felt when she admired me wearing
it. I told her I felt wonderful walking about the house as a ballerina,
practicing my footsteps so I could fool the world into thinking I was a
typical American girl enjoying the experience of being a bridesmaid. I
told her how much I enjoyed swimming with her. I told her how great it
felt to sleep in lingerie, just like Mother's. Most of all, I told her
how much I appreciated her accepting me as her child, that we could talk
and laugh and shop together, and it shouldn't matter if I was wearing a
dress or a pair of pants. It was the first time I told her how much I
loved her and that was hard for me to say as a boy, but as a girl, it was
the easiest thing in the world. When my Mother is helping me put on my
makeup for the first time, or helping adjust my first bra, or walking
closely to me at the mall, it's a lot easier to talk to her about
important things. Boys don't get to experience that, at least I hadn't
until I was dressed up as her daughter to be able to tell her that. When
her face is right there in front of mine and she's looking at my eye
shadow or lipstick, it is so easy to say 'thank you' or 'I Love You' or
'You're the best Mother in the whole wide world.' She had some tears in
her eyes when I told her that. She told me not to worry about William.
She'd think of something. We finished our coffee and she made some toast
for breakfast. She told me I'd have to eat something because nine hours
in a corset and tutu and bridesmaid dress was going to be hard work. But
you know something, she said, 'I know you can do it.' She added some
marmalade to my toast. She said she knew I liked marmalade. I didn't know
my mother knew that about me. We chatted and drank our coffee before
heading to the beauty parlor.
I thought they were just to do my hair and that was only going to take an
hour. It was if the girls at the parlor were flying as there were so many
customers on a Saturday morning. I guess Michelle's was not the only
wedding happing this day. Luckily, Mother had made the appointment early
in the week so they were ready for me when we got there. I didn't even
ask to watch or anything; just closed my eyes and let them do their
magic. I felt my nails get re-polished and they did something to my hair
so it was up and off my shoulders. I know they put curlers in my hair
because those things were hot and tight on my head. I just tried to
relax. Mother told the ladies I was to be a bridesmaid today so they gave
me special treatment. They put some stuff on my face to make it less
oily, and the best part was when they put some cucumbers on my eyes
because I was trying not to watch anyway. Mother told me it took the
puffiness away. I never knew I had puffy eyes. They put some smelly stuff
in my hair so it would be 'highlighted' as Mother described it. Whatever.
Mother told them she'd do the makeup so not to worry about that part. I
was right about the hour. It took exactly one hour from the time we
walked in until the time we walked out. When the ladies were finished and
I looked in the mirror, I could never have believed that was me. I was
beautiful. We went straight home so I wouldn't mess my hair before the
wedding.
Mother prepared my bath early in the afternoon. It was a bubble bath, all
pink and girly with some smelly candles burning and a lavender scent
emanating from the water. It was oily and silky and wonderfully warm and
cool at the same time. She helped me shave my legs and underarms; like
this was the last time she was ever going to have that chance. She helped
me to dry and powder myself. She applied the glue for my breast enhancers
and had me lay on the bed as she applied them so they were even and
balanced. She even put some foundation makeup on so no one could possibly
see any lines where the silicone met the skin. We spent at least 30
minutes at the vanity. I put on a pretty cotton panty and bra for modesty
as Mother applied the makeup. She didn't stop for a moment; her hands
were flying and brushes were swishing all over my face. She was like my
very own maid, helping me with the corset. Not so rough that she stuck
her knee into my back but firm enough to let me know she meant business.
She helped me with my special occasion pink strapless bra, making sure it
was lined up perfect and felt okay. She tried the second row of those
little eyelet hooks on the back of the bra, but I just couldn't breathe
well so she hooked the bra to its first row of eyelets. That inch makes a
big difference, let me tell you. Next came that garter belt with the
sanitary napkin contraption thingy that Mother told me I should wear just
in case Richard got any ideas. Mother helped me with my stockings and I'm
so glad I shaved and lotioned my legs because the just floated up my
legs. Mother helped with hooking the stockings to the garter tabs. Those
pretty pink coordinating panties where held out and I stepped into them,
again feeling the silky smooth material float up my legs. Girls are so
lucky to explore such womanly feelings of silk and nylon rubbing against
their skin. Mother took a bottle of perfume and sprayed right at my
panties and told me I'd smell nice down there all day. She held out the
pink tutu next and I stepped into that. I took a moment to admire myself
in the mirror and spun around a bit to make the tutu stand out a little.
Mother left the room for a moment and walked back in with the bridesmaid
dress. I'd forgotten how pretty it was. She unzipped the dress and placed
it on the floor in front of me. I was to step into it. A man can never
understand what a woman feels like when she's about to step into a bridal
gown or prom dress or bridesmaid dress; especially with all this pretty
lingerie under it. I hated to hide the pretty underwear but the dress was
calling for me. I stepped into the gown and Mother pulled it up. It fit
perfectly. It slid up against the other materials with that silk against
silk sound and Mother turned me around to zip up the dress. It still fit
perfectly. I think I must have lost 10 pounds because that zipper didn't
even stop or stick. It was a heavenly sound. Mother turned me around and
gasped. She told me to stand still because she just had to get the
camera. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw what they'd done at the
beauty parlor with my hair. I couldn't wait to see how I looked in the
dress. Mother took some pictures and finally let me see myself in the
mirror. Okay, breathe in and breathe out. Michelle was absolutely right
in picking me for a bridesmaid. I could see that now.
I won't bore you with the wedding itself. They are pretty much all the
same, though I did think the guys all looked hot in their tuxedos and
Michelle looked totally awesome in her dress and the flower girl did
great and the ring bearer only tripped once down the aisle. Everything
was said and done in like 20 minutes. Jeez, after all that preparation
and all the pretty dresses and fancy clothes, you'd think a wedding
should last longer than that. I was right about the Catholic priest. I
don't think anyone liked his voice. They did have some nice music and
Richard's parents and Michelle's parents looked good. What can I say? A
wedding is a wedding and aren't they all beautiful?
Okay - nine hours in a corset and fancy dress may be uncomfortable, but
when you look as good as I did in that outfit, the discomfort is worth
it. There were so many hugs and people talking and guys staring at us
bridesmaids, it all seemed so surreal. It was like I was in a dream from
the time I woke in the morning, all through the beauty parlor and getting
my fake breasts put on, till the final dance at the wedding reception.
Yes, I experienced it all. Richard even stepped on my feet when we
danced. I tried dancing the chicken dance and the Macarena, slow dancing
with all the ushers. The only guy to really kiss me was David, and that
was just a peck on the cheek. Richard didn't do anything that I didn't
think inappropriate and I wasn't disappointed in that. Michelle's parents
looked at me long and hard sometimes, trying to figure out how they knew
me, but I never told them, and I hope Michelle never does. That suspender
belt pad thingy was totally uncomfortable but I'm glad I wore it so I
could maybe understand women a little better. I'll always understand when
a person says to walk a mile in someone else's shoes exactly what that
means now. The makeup drives girls crazy. It starts to itch and when
we're sweating, it's like the makeup won't let the sweat out. And
lipstick has to be reapplied like every hour. Mascara really does run a
little when a girl tears up. The wedding was nice and some people did
tear up, so I got to experience that as well. What else would you, the
reader like to know about being a bridesmaid from a guy's point of view?
Would I do it again? I don't think so. I'm content in my maleness, but
I'm happy I got to experience it. Are high heels really uncomfortable?
Yeppers! I couldn't wait to take those damn things off. I would have
preferred the ballet slippers. Is it really all that hard to get oneself
ready? You would never believe it. I'd rather do homework for a month
straight and there is no way I could have gotten away with it without the
help of Michelle, my Mother, the ladies at the beauty parlor, even Miss
Audette at the ballet store helped in her own special ways. Was two weeks
of practice really necessary and did surrounding myself with feminine
things do anything to help me? I have to admit that two weeks was just
barely enough time to prepare oneself for this. All the clothes and
feminine things get a girl's mind in a mindset that prepares her for this
exciting event. Putting on a fancy dress like a prom dress or a wedding
gown are once in a lifetime (hopefully) events and that two weeks was
magical. Some think that I was tricked or that Mother is sick for putting
me through all this. How can I tell you that my experience with my Mother
these past few weeks has been the best it's ever been? If Mother was
wrong or Michelle was wrong, then let me say that's their problem. I
agreed to go along with them and it hurts no one. Some say Michelle was
wrong to be sleeping around so much or maybe playing with my head. I
don't mind. I enjoy her company and I got to have sex with her and we
weren't hurting anyone. I look at it like I'm the luckiest guy in the
world to be sleeping with such a beautiful woman and if she wants me to
wear her clothes, okay.
If a guy chooses to dress up as a girl, who cares? If it makes him feel
good about himself or if it's to have a better relationship with his
Mother or even if just feeling pretty feels nice sometimes, then who
loses? The lingerie stores sell more clothes. Accepting wives get more
clothes if they want to share with their partners. Makeup producers have
more customers. Those people who make silicone breasts, good for them!
Myself, I think a panty girdle is just a little too tight for my tastes.
Those long line and special occasion bras sure are fancy but come on, a
woman might wear one a few times in her life. Leotards and tights look
great on women when they work out, but how long does that last? An hour?
Okay, maybe their dance professionally but don't they look just the
greatest? I think so. Women's swimsuits? Wow, there should be a law
against women walking around dressed so seductively. It's like seeing a
woman in her bra and panties. But walking around in that, those poor
girls must feel like they're walking around in their underwear. And I can
tell you from experience that getting all that hair removed just so they
can look 'hot' hurts like the dickens. I've got to learn not to stare so
much! Mother and Michelle let me feel pretty good about myself for the
past few weeks. I'm glad I did it!
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