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An unsuspecting groom attends his bachelor party anticipating a night of fun and games, only to wake up the next morning a completely changed man. He would come to view it as the bachelorette party from hell. With friends like these who needs enemy's? I would like to thank Matty Caff, a very special young lady for her efforts in editing my story. She is not only a beautiful Tgirl; but also has a heart of gold. Thanks Matty. ;-) @ @ @ @ The morning of his scheduled wedding Tom was pulled from his stupor by a banging on the hotel door. He came around lethargically, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. His head pounded, his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls. Spurred on by a pungent and unshakeable sense of foreboding, he unenthusiastically forced his eyes open and lifted his head from the droll soaked carpet and realized something was wrong. He had no memory of how he got there. Painfully Tom got his hands under him, yet it took several seconds to muster the strength to push his torso up from the carpet, daylight streamed through the windows and right into his eyes. Tom's head was swimming; he found he had difficulty focusing his eyes. Tom felt a chill pass over him as the air conditioner kicked on and he was thunderstruck to realize that he was on the floor naked. The last thing he remembered was playing poker at his bachelor party, dressed is a sports shirt and a pair of Dockers. Jim, his best man had pasted out cigars and poured everyone a stiff drink and proposed a toast, and then the world went hazy, nothing but fuzzy visuals, flickered through his memory. 'What time is it?' He thought and glanced at his wrist for his watch; but found it missing as was the hair on his arm. Once the sense of panic subsided, Tom realized he really had to pee; the need quickly become urgent. Answers would have to wait, where the hell is the toilet? He scanned the room and saw the open bathroom door. He struggled to his feet, and found himself unsteady as the room swayed as if it had been transported to a ship at sea. The urge to get to the toilet was now pressing; he felt an accident was imminent. In utter amazement, as he took his first tentative step he realized he had an unaccustomed weight hanging from his upper body. His hands shot to his chest and realized he had two very large blobs firmly attached to his torso. In utter shock he staggered to the bathroom, one step inside the door he could wait no longer and launched his stream towards the toilet from long range...his first salvo was a little short and to the left. He quickly adjusted and finally managed to splash dead center. As the pressure was relieved, he started to relax and took the opportunity to examine his surroundings, glancing into the mirror, he saw the reflection of a young over developed, busty blond woman, holding a penis and splaying a strong stream into a porcelain bowl. Her makeup and hair were exaggerated, to the point of being appropriate for opening night at a topless Los Vegas review. Tom was stunned, 'That is me' he realized. His wedding was in a few hours and he looked like a naked hooker. These thoughts caused him to lose concentration and he missed the toilet completely, his spray going wide right. He prayed, 'Oh Lord, please let this be all a bad dream.' His bladder emptied Tom grabbed a towel and bent over to wipe up his mess, the weight on his chest played havoc with his equilibrium and he caught himself, mere inches before he ended up with a toilet bowl facial. Compensating for his new center of gravity, he had to squat to wipe up his mess. Tom's next instinct was to try and pull off the breast forms. It was a painful mistake which nearly cost him several layers of skin. Having failed at that task he leaned into the mirror and closely scrutinized his refection. The first thing he noticed was his eyebrows, or lack thereof. There were no hairs on his brows, simply a pencil thin brown line drawn on creating the illusion of a very feminine high arching brow. His long brown hair was now canary yellow and styled in very feminine tight little curls. His ears had multiple piercings; each ear held three gold studs. His eyes were outlined in thick black lines top and bottom, which only accentuated his light pink and blue eye shadow. His cheeks were rose-colored and gave the appearance he was in a perpetual blush. His lips were outlined in a raspberry color and filled in a brilliant pink. Tom immediately grabbed a wash cloth and began scrubbing his face in a desperate attempt to remove his feminine makeup. Meanwhile back in the hotel suite, with the aid of a sympathetic maid, Mary, the bride to be and Liz, her maid of honor searched for her fianc?e. Mary heard water running and peaked into the bathroom. What she found shook her to the core. There was what appeared to be a naked woman bent over the sink scrubbing her face. Mary's blood boiled as she shrieked, "Who the hell are you and where is Tom?" This blond floozy stood and faced her with a shocked look on her face. This woman said in a raspy voice, "It's me, don't you recognize me?" Mary's heart about stopped, the words "It's me," failed to register in her agitated state. Mary was even more shocked when she noticed this person standing in front of her with no apparent shame, had a medium sized penis hanging limply between his legs. Her hand flew to her mouth, Mary felt light-headed, and her stomach was churning, as her voice raised an octave to the nearly hysterical point she questioned, "What on earth is going on? Tom is that you? Are you gay? We have to be at the church in 30 minutes, and you find the time to play dress up! I warned you no shenanigans last night." Yelling back into the room she said "Liz come look at what I found hiding in the bathroom, you won't believe it!" Liz peered over Mary's shoulder and squealed, "Oh my, what do we have here? Yikes is that you Tom? Tell me do you pretend to be a woman often, or is this something special you saved for your wedding day?" Tom ignored the snide remark and stepped towards his betrothed and stared directly into her eyes. His lips quivered, as he pleaded in a voice full of sadness, "Honey, I am not gay! Please believe me; I had nothing to do with this. I'm as surprised about this as you are. I know what you said, about no hanky-panky at the party, I only had one drink. I just woke up looking like this, a few seconds before you found me." An annoyed Mary watched as Tom returned to the sink and continued to scrub his face with a washcloth. Mary picked up the cosmetics littered across the counter. "Tom, don't waste your time. If this is what you are wearing it isn't going to come off anytime soon. It's called semi-permanent. According to the label it's a skin dye, not just makeup." Tom wailed, "Oh fuck!" An exasperated Mary replied, "At least take off those ridicules breast forms." She reached over and yanked on one of the forms which produced a yelp from Tom and nearly caused him to tumble into the bathtub. "Honey, I tried, you can see they won't come off. I nearly pulled my skin off trying. Maybe we should call 911, I am sure they can help!" Mary laughed, "I don't think so! How would we explain that? Please come to our hotel room and help my future husband remove his gigantic tits. That's not going to happen!" A very distraught Mary picked up the empty tube of super glue resting next to the now empty breast form boxes. Reading the box label she said, "40 EE, OMG those are huge! Tom, despite your denials, I always figured you as a tit man. I just assumed you would prefer them on me not you. What is wrong with you?" Tom whined, "Again this was not my idea, let's not argue over the how issue, just concentrate on a solution." Despite the gravity of the situation Mary had to repress a grin, as her obviously embarrassed fianc? tried to cover his 'privates', with one arm folded across the hooters on his chest and one hand over his groin. Mary said, "We will figure how to get them off later. Let's get you dressed, we have to get going, the limo is waiting. Where are your clothes?" As they searched the room for something for Tom to wear, Liz mocked him as his breast undulated uncontrollably. To keep them under control Tom was forced to abandon his groin and used both hands to control the piles silicone jiggling on his chest. Mary tolerated Liz's taunts briefly. "Knock off the malicious comments; you have made your point. Help us find something to cover his nakedness, so we can get to the church." A check of the room found the only clothing to be a hotel robe. Until Liz pointed out there were a pair of satin panties, and its companion bra, tucked under a pillow. Mary picked up the panties and threw them at Tom. "Put them on!" She then helped Tom into the bra. "We have to go now, or we are going to be late. You can change at the church." A disbelieving Tom exclaimed, "I can't leave like this." "Tom, get your ass in gear, we are leaving right now, you either come with us or I am leaving you!" Donning the robe, a barefoot Tom and the two women snuck out of the room. They rode the elevator to the ground floor. Tom scuttled through the lobby, his chin down and shoulders hunched as much as possible trying to minimize his chest, still there was a roomful of sinkers and eventually made it to the parking lot and waiting limo. In the limo, Tom scrunched down and cowered up against Mary. Liz sat on the seat facing the two, and teased, "Tom, don't be ashamed of your femininity, sit up straight, showoff those magnificent hooters." Mary put her arm around Tom and pulled him protectively against her. She held his hand while Tom speculated about what could have happened last night. "Please believe me. I only had one drink, which is the last thing I remember until you woke me up." "That is the lamest explanation I ever heard. Let me see if I understand this right. You are suggesting that you passed out from one drink, and then some unknown Good Samaritan 'fairy godmother' showed up. Spent what would appear to be hundreds of dollars, on cosmetics and breast forms, and then took the time to give you the whole spa treatment. Tom you must be honest with me, now is the time to confess. Do you do this kind of thing often?" Amid unrestrained giggles from Liz, Tom continued, "You have to believe me; I swear I am telling the truth, I know nothing about any of this. I am the brunt of some cruel, sadistic joke." Mary in a voice filled with doubt said, "I don't know Tom that is an unbelievable story." Then Liz chimed in with, "It is also highly implausible." After a long pregnant pause, a subdued Tom responded, "Well I guess we should just call the wedding off. There is no hope for us or our marriage if you don't trust me. Have the driver drop me off at my place. I'll worry about getting rid of this shit on my own." Liz clapped her approval, Tom responded to her glee with a nasty stare, the tension between them palpable. As the limo drove through traffic Mary sat, and stared out the window lost in thought. Eventually she made up her mind. "Your story leaves me in a real conundrum; I leave you forever or accept your story at face value. Honey, despite your ridiculous story my heart tells me I still love you. So I guess I will have to get pass this incident." Now it was Tom's turn to clap with glee and Liz grimaced and piped in, "Mary, are you sure? Look at him, he is not the kind of man you deserve, you can do better." "Mind your own business. This is between me and my fianc?. I love this man. Tom what do you want to do?" "I would die if we don't get married. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you." Mary used her cell phone and called her mother, Janet at the church to tell her they would be a few minutes late. Tom snuggled up to Mary as she pulled him close. Mary smiled and said, "Honey, let's make a pack, we will pledge never to deceive each other, the truth and nothing but the truth between us. Is that a deal?" Tom agreed and sealed the promise with a long passionate kiss. Liz remarked, "Jezz, I think I am going to be sick. Will you two lesbians get a room?" Mary reached around Tom's shoulder and grabbed his boob. Bounced it casually and smiled, "I think I can get use to this lesbian thing." Again she locked lips with Tom. As she broke the kiss Mary held up Tom's hand and commented on his lovely acrylic nails, "Very professionally done. I love the sissy pink color. It matches your lip color exactly." Arriving at the church, they had the driver pull to the rear door. Mary looked directly into Tom's eyes and said. "We don't have time to sort this all out now. We have to get changed. The 'what and why' will have to wait until after our nuptials." They exited the limo as he approached the church Tom mumbled to Mary, "Right about now I wished we had eloped." The three of them snuck in the rear vestibule, as the church was already filled with guests, each party disappeared into the labyrinth of the church and headed to their assigned changing room. A matter of minutes later there was a light tapping on the woman's dressing room. Liz opened the door and found Tom standing half dressed. In trepidation Tom said, "Mary we have a big problem. Help me; this tux won't fit my new enhanced figure." Liz swung the door open. Despite the serious nature of the situation, both women brook out in a chuckle. Tom stood there with his dramatic makeup and blond curls, struggling to close his tux jacket. His white dress shirt was strained to the breaking point by his massive breasts. Mary firmly commanded, "You idiot, get in here and close the door before you embarrass both of us." Mary and Liz left Tom standing by the door as they huddled in the corner in conspiratorial tones. Within minutes, Mary left a shocked Liz and strode to her groom. Took him by the hands and pulled him next to her. "Honey, I have come up with a possible solution. You are probably not going to like it; but it is the only option I can think of. You are going to be the bride and wear the wedding gown! With your makeup, hair, and those utters you are sprouting there is no way you can be the groom. I will wear the tux. I knew my A cup boobs would come in handy someday." With that said, Mary slipped off her engagement ring. She fought to keep a straight face, got down on one knee and as she slid it on his ring finger she paused briefly to think then went on with, "Tammie will you marry me?" Tom stood with a stupefied expression on his face. It took him a while to digest the magnitude of what Mary had suggested. It was beyond the bounds of his imagination. He gasped at Mary, "You are crazy, fucking crazy, there is no way I am wearing your dress." Mary was well aware of the special hold she had over Tom, a look of disappointment on her part was far more potent than a direct attack. She stood sphinxlike with her arms folded across her chest, then in a blistering tone said, "Listen to me Tom. Do you want to marry me or not? If you do it has to be now. My father has spent all his savings and has gone into debt to pay for this wedding, we can't postpone it. The choice is yours. It's now or never. I won't force you, if you have a better solution I am all ears. This is your decision!" Tom thought of the consequences of turning down Mary's proposal. He would become a pariah among his friends as the man who left his bride at the altar. That aside, he loved this woman with his whole heart and wanted to spend his life with her. Tom put a nervous tongue to dry lips shrugged his shoulders in defeat and said, "What you are suggesting will be completely humiliating; but I would walk barefoot through hot coals for you. Mary, I love you, and can't live without you." "I'll take that as a yes. Now give me your tux and let Liz help you get dressed." Tom opened his mouth to say something else; but was shushed by Mary. Mary's commanding voice thwarted any further opposition, as she said, "Get changed, I will go out and try and explain this to our family and friends." Mary left Tom in the caring clutches of Liz. Liz stood watching a defeated Tom and laughed at his predicament, her eyes sparkled in childlike glee. It was laughter devoid of humor, rather it resonated with contempt. Liz said, "You little sissy, don't you realize once Mary makes up her mind, resistance is futile. Now get over here, strip to your bra and panties. We don't have a lot of time to make you into the blushing bride." Liz held up a stunning pink and silver brocade corset with a pattern of shiny red roses woven into the fabric. She said in a devilish giggle "Tom, this is for you. You may find it a tad uncomfortable; it has extra heavy boning and is called in some circles a training corset. It was designed specifically for Mary. This will sculpt you into the traditional hourglass figure, so you can fit into Mary's dress. I would guess the corset will be a smidgen small on you as it was selected to squeeze Mary into her dress. If we try real hard, it will accomplish the same thing for you. You may not like it; but since you aren't making the decisions right now, that is irrelevant." Liz wrapped it around Tom and hooked up the front. At first it was just a little snug. As Liz began to tighten the laces, Tom's apprehension began to grow. As she tightened the laces she kept up the mantra, "Resistance is futile." What had been pleasantly tight quickly became a crushing force. With every tug Tom squealed and let out a little gasp "Ooh", much to Liz's delight. Tom's flabby waist molded like it was made of jell-o. As the gap in the flaps narrowed, he wanted to yell stop, there just wasn't sufficient air in his lungs to do more than whisper. His breathing became labored. Tom wheezed, "I can't breathe, I am going to faint." "Oh, no worries, my little princess, I came prepared and brought smelling salts. Just concentrate on breathing with the upper portion of chest and taking small shallow breathes." Liz became red faced from exertion as she pulled and tugged with all her might. She paused to catch her breath and produced a tape. She measured Tom's waist and proudly announced, "Down to 23 inches, congratulations Tammie your waist is now smaller than mine." Tom was allowed a few minutes to regulate his breathing while Liz went into the alcove and poured herself a flute of Champaign. "Feeling better are we? Now I will finish lacing you down. Another inch should do it." In a whisper Tom pleaded, "Please have mercy, I feel like my ribs are going to break. I have started to lose feeling in my legs." Her only response was to put her knee in his back and pull the laces tighter. Tom struggled for every breath and just knew at any minute he was going to pass out. The pain continued to increase to the point of unbearable, just as Liz finished and double, then triple knotted the laces. She had Tom face the mirror. "My, that corset really gives you a curvy figure. What do you think?" "It feels like a vice." "Get use to it. No pain, no gain. We woman have to suffer to look attractive." "But I am not a woman!" Liz laughed, fluffed his hair, ran her finger over his penciled eyebrow and said, "Could have fooled me." She pulled up a chair and had Tom sit for his nylons. "Oh Tammie, you are going to love these lace stockings. Mary had them imported from Italy. These are the prettiest bridal stockings I've seen in ages. They have woven wedding bells running up the sides. They will help you look your best on this your special day. They are ultra feminine and will add a touch of class and sophistication to your outfit. They are the perfect accessory for the new bride. Liz then slipped on a pair of white heels, and adjusted the straps." Tom started to stand and Liz pushed him back into the chair. "Not so fast Tinkerbelle, we still have to add your blue lace garter. Her hand went up a further than necessary and deliberately brushed his growing organ. Now stand up, we have to get your gown on." Liz stood taunting Tom. "It seems the little sissy likes her new lingerie." "No I am not! Why would you say that?" "Look down, you little powder puff. Your doo-hickey thingy is telling a different story." Tom looked down; but couldn't see past his massive tits. Liz chuckled and in the mirror pointed to his dong as it protruded incongruously beneath his corset. "Now hands up so I can slip this over your head. The full skirt will hide your little problem." Tom inexplicably felt a thrill as he slipped his arms into the 3/4-length sleeves that ended midway between the elbow and the wrist. Liz tugged the form fitting top over his massive bosom and spread the skirt out from his knees. Liz did up the hundred small pearl buttons in the back. Liz again teased Tom with, "Something borrowed - the dress, something blue - your garter, and now something new. She reached into her purse and retrieved her surprise. She replaced the bottom stud in each ear with a six inch sterling silver hoped earring and then added a lovely necklace made up of dozens of sparkling silver rings. A light tapping on the door, "Five minutes ladies." This signaled Liz, it was time to attach the formal train to the bustle of the dress. As a final indignity Liz not only sprayed Tom in perfume she soaked him in it, so he smelled like a bed of flowers. Shortly thereafter Mary stuck her head in the door; but kept her eyes covered. "Tom, are you ready? I told our parents and the entire congregation, that you are a lifelong transvestite. Your greatest wish was to be the bride on our wedding day. I agreed to your request, out of love. Let's hope that will temporarily settle any questions about your appearance." "The thought of me passing as a woman is preposterous!" "I agree, I don't want you to appear as a woman, our story line is that you are a transvestite steeping out of the closet for the first time. You making mistakes, wobbling about in heels, etc. will only reinforce our fairy-tale. The only thing required of you Tom is to act like you are enjoying the experience." "Mary, please tell me you know in reality I am not a transvestite." "You stupid man, don't you realize perception is reality, for the rest of the day you will act as if you are a panty loving transvestite." Mary closed the door and left to take the grooms position on the altar. Liz got right into Tom's face and said, "You know I have never liked you. This plan is embarrassing for both you and Mary. She concocted this cross- dressing scheme to save the wedding, regardless of what it does to her reputation. This is your last chance. Be a man and retain a little dignity, if you go through with this scheme, people, even total strangers are going to pass judgment on you. From this day forward you will be thought of as a sissy. It is not fair that Mary be identified with someone like that, for Mary's sake run. I will help you get away and hide you until the fuss blows over." Tom didn't hesitate for a moment, and told Liz, "The thought of being embarrassed is nothing compared to the thought of loosing Mary. If she still wants me I will wear anything if it means I get to marry the woman I love." Liz conceited defeat and said, "It's your funeral, now pucker up for me." She took a tube of lip gloss and coated Tom's lips. A wand of mascara across his lashes and Liz pronounced the bride ready to go and pulled his veil over his face. "You know Tom you actually make an attractive woman, not super model material; but more than passable, maybe even cute." Before Tom could respond to the backhanded compliment, there were two firm knocks, and in walked Dave, Mary's father, a deacon in the church. "Let's go, it's time." Liz handed the bride her Bouquet. Tom hesitated, so Dave grabbed Tom by the bicep in an extra firm grip. Dave had spent a lifetime doing manual labor and had a grip like a steel vise. "Listen you little pansy, I have no idea what's going on between you and my daughter. Let me warn you, if this is some kind of joke and you hurt my little girl and you will spend the rest of your life in traction." Applying a little additional pressure the muscular man lifted Tom to his tippy toes and guided him to his place at the rear of the church. As the preamble to the wedding march started, Dave leaned in a said, "Are you ready, sissy? Remember to smile this is the happiest day of your life." "Yes Dave." Squeezing Tom's bicep hard enough to leave a bruise Dave whispered. "Don't you ever call me Dave again, is that clear?" "But that is what you told me to call you." "That was when we were equals and you were going to be my son-in-law. I am not sure what you are now. So I think my new little girl should call me daddy don't you?" "Yes daddy." As the maid of honor Liz preceded the bride down the aisle. Tom walked with jelly legs and his heart pounding in his chest, he blushed as everyone stood and nodded hello as he passed. With great trepidation Tom approached the church altar. He was unsure of how Mary was going to take his appearance. At the altar Mary, stood proud and confident. Tom thought, 'My God she is the most beautiful woman in the world even in my baggy Tuxedo.' Mary turned and watched her bride slowly approach. He was adorned in lace and his face was covered in a gauze veil. Mary thought, 'He is so feminine and beautiful in my dress.' Then for a brief instant the thought flashed through her mind, 'I wonder if my explanation of him being a transvestite is so implausible. That is something I...we might want to explore later.' Tom was relieved to see her radiant smile. To Tom the ceremony seemed like the flash of lightning, an event that was over so quickly that it was done before he could be positive he had lived it. He remembered saying "I do" and then the next thing he was aware of was when the reverend said, "You may kiss the bride." When they broke their embrace, the reverend smiled and turned them to face the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen it is my pleasure and honor to present to you Mrs. and Mrs. Thomas Wilson!" Then in the spirit of the moment added, "Or should I say Tammie Wilson?" Embarrassment be damned, Tom felt he was floating on cloud 9 being married to this woman. With that the music played and Tom was led down the aisle by his husband and into a new life. The couple endured the traditional shower of rice leaving the church. Mary held Tom's hand as she led him to their reception, 100 yards away in the church annex. Inexplicably Tom felt a wave of exhilaration as they entered the reception hall. The dress, the high heels, the corset did not matter right now. All he could think was how lucky he was to be married to the most wonderful woman in the world. Entering the hall doors Mary turned to her new bride and whispered into Tom's ear, "Mum always told me someday I would meet the man of my dreams. Little did I realize he would become my wife." Tom responded with trepidation, "Do you think everyone swallowed the story about me being a transvestite?" "Tom stop with the paranoia, whether everyone believed the story is a matter of conjecture; but we have to assume they consider it is at least a possibility. Now relax and have some fun." Mary inquired, "You look a little pale. How do you feel?" "In truth, I feel like the luckiest man alive." For Tom, the reception was a nightmare. The two took their position in the reception line Tom shifted nervously from one foot to the other, Mary teased him by saying, "If you have to go to the bathroom remember to use the little girls room and tinkle sitting down." "Mary, this is not funny. I don't have to pee. I am just scared to death." Mary leaned towards Tom and spoke in an assertive manner that left no room for discussion. "Dear I need you to focus. We still can't explain your bizarre appearance. So for now we must continue with this little deception. As far as everyone here is concerned this was all your idea. It is your lifelong dream, come true! Smile and act like you are enjoying yourself, or your first day of married life, will be your last." Mary instantly regretted her harsh threat, to soften it a bit she leaned in and kissed Tom on the cheek. As their friends and family paraded past they greeted and chatted with an air of familiarity and normalcy that Tom found disconcerting. Everyone was busily engaged in exchanging pleasantries with each other, between snickers direct toward the new bride. As the music started Mary led her new wife in the traditional first dance. Dancing up close, Mary pulled Tom in close and surprisingly could feel Tom's excitement through his dress. Following the dance Tom tried to retreat to the head table. With a loving pat on the caboose, Mary had to shoo him back onto the dance floor. Men had already queued up for their chance at the dollar dance. Rose watched with amusement as he sashayed his way back onto the floor with the best man. When the band took its first break Tom went looking for someplace to sit. He was intercepted by his wife, who ushered an attractive young woman towards him. "Let me introduce you to my friend and hair dresser, Sharon Thompson. Sharon this is my husband Tom...or Tammie as he now prefers to be called?" Tom held out his hand with its long pink nails, to shake hello. Sharon, an attractive blonde woman, brushed it aside and stepped in close and engulfed Tom is in a friendly hug. "Tammie I'm pleased to meet you. I have to tell you I think you are the bravest man in the world. To come out with your feminine side on your wedding day is incredibly courageous and honest of you. You are welcome at my establishment anytime. We have just started doing laser hair removal, so anytime you get tired of shaving come see me." Tom in a confused state remained mute, Mary poked him in the ribs and said to Sharon, "You will have to excuse him, he is a bleached blonde, and you know how all that peroxide affects their brains cells." With both woman laughing Tom realized his social faux pas and said, "Thanks Sharon that is sweet of you to offer, I will let you know." Mary corrected Tom, "We will let you know." Sharon leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Tom's cheek. Turning to leave she looked back over her shoulder and brought her hand up to her head mimicking a phone and said, "Any time gorgeous, us blondes need to stick together." Tom was forced to dance every dance, slow and fast. Each male and a few females in attendance took the opportunity to dance with Tammie. He even had to do the bunny hop with Brandon one of the ushers. At the conclusion of each dance, most made it a point to steal a kiss and everyone stuffed a dollar bill into his cleavage. As the night wore on Tom's hopes for a rest never materialized, his male and some female friends were continually pestering him for just one more dance. Finally a break and Tom sought out his bride and headed to the hors d'oeuvre table. Just as he reached the tempting food Tom's boss, an old maid name Beatty Williams, intercepted him and Mary. As she arrived Tom thought, 'Oh shit I forgot she was going to be here.' "Tammie may I have a word with you?" Mary started to walk away; Ms. Wilson reached for Mary's shoulder and said, "No, please remain. You need to hear this as well. Tammie as our law firms HR expert you are aware that we have a very firm anti-discrimination policy. Now that you have publicly announced your transgender status, I guarantee you there will be no problems in the office." Grabbing Mary's hand for support Tom said, "Ms. Williams, we revealed I was a transvestite not transgender. I plan on coming to work as my old male self." An amused Ms. Williams replied, "Nonsense Tammie! I am a very modern woman; I know transvestite is simply a PC euphemism for transgender. Let me be very plain on this, when you come to work you will meet our corporate dress code. You will be properly groomed and will wear a dress and heels like the rest of us girls. Anything less I will consider grounds for dismissal!" Ms. Williams drifted off to mingle Mary snickered in her best Laurel and Hardy imitation. "Well Tammie, this is another fine mess you have gotten us into." Tom was not amused and glowered at his wife. Mary shrugged her shoulders in assent and softly whispered, "I guess this is going to be a bit more complicated than we thought. Don't cry dear, as long as we love each other, it will be fine. Things may not be all puppies and lollipops; but we will eventually work something out." A distraught Tom gripped Mary by the forearms and stared into her face as he answered back, "I hate to disagree with you dear; but we have to find a way out of this mess and soon. I don't want to live my life in a dress." Mary brushed aside Tom's hands and embraced her bride. She thought for a brief moment then said, "Tom we are not making a lifetime commitment to you being a female. We will just play this little game for a while then tell everyone that you outgrew your little fetish. How does that sound?" "How long is 'a while'," asked Tom. Mary let her hands slide down to Tammie's plump posterior and pulled the two together, where she once again felt his excitement against her thigh. "Honey, We will find some way out of this, I will know when the time is right, trust me. For now it's best to be pragmatic and endure what you cannot change. Relax you may find there are some advantages to looking and dressing like a beautiful woman." Tom asked, "Oh yeah, name one." March reached out and lightly stocked his firm member through his dress. Tom's responded, "Name one aside from that." In an attempt to lighten up the mood Mary said, "Since we both seem to wear the same size, think of the money we will save by sharing one wardrobe." At which point Mary pinched Tammie's butt, which made him jump. "Just remember cutie pie, you're married, I won't tolerate you cavorting about. Leave the men to me." Tom replied, "That is one thing you will never have to worry about; I will never have anything to do with men!" At which point an old childhood boyfriend of Mary's engulfed Tamie in a bear hug from behind and literally carried him back to the dance floor, which left Mary bent over in laughter. The reception went on into the wee hours of the morning, Tom was near exhaustion; but Mary just like the Energizer Bunny, went on and on. On those rare occasions when no one was lined up to dance with Tammie, Mary would drag her foot weary spouse back to the dance floor. At the end of a very long night the call came for the traditional bouquet toss. Before they could make their way to the designated location they were stopped, by a tall mature man, graying at the temples. He hugged Mary, wished her well and then turned to Tom. "Tammie take good care of my niece she is very special to me. Oh by the way you make a gorgeous woman." Tom extended his arms expecting a hug after the nice compliment. But what he got was way more than a hug, this man grabbed Tom's head and pulled him forward and planted a passionate kiss right on his lips. Tom was completely shocked and humiliated. His face turned a brilliant red as he turned to face his bride he opened his mouth to explain; but nothing came out. Mary stood there with an impish grin and watched her husband blush. In a stern voice Mary glibly said, "What am I going to do with you? I thought I told you to stay away from men." Tom, stuttered, "but I di...didn't do anything." Unable to keep a straight face she broke into a wide grin. "Oh Tammie, you are the cutest thing since teddy bears. Don't worry about that, it was just a drunk Uncle Matt, he considers himself to be quite the ladies man and hits on anything in a skirt." Placing her hand on Tammie's posterior she said, "The sooner you get the bouquet toss over with the sooner we can start the honeymoon, not get your fat ass in gear." Walking the few paces to the doorway, Tom turned his back to the crowd and was subjected to a chorus of hoots and hollers. The single woman gathered in a cluster and chanted, "No peaking, throw it to me." Tom bent as forward as his corset would allow and as he stood up he threw it over his shoulder as Mary mocked him with, "Look everyone, he even throws like a girl." The jibe bothered Tom, he wasn't sure why, it just did. The couple exited the reception hall, and headed for the limo for the short ride to Mary's house. Tom involuntarily shivered from the chilled night air. Mary in a very chivalrous manner put her arm around her bride. Tom snuggled against Mary and felt warm and protected. Tammie turned his face to Mary's and sighed, "I love you Mrs. Wilson," and kissed her neck. Now it was Mary's turn to shiver and replied to the compliment, "I love you too Tammie." Mary being gallant held the rear limo door open for Tammie and helped her enter. As he wrestled with the dress to get into the limo Mary took the opportunity to again pinch him in the butt. Once inside Tom rubbed his behind and turned to his bride to ask, "Do you really think this dress makes my ass look fat?" Mary was laughing so hard, she literally fell into the back seat. "No dear, you are a perfect ass...I am sorry that came out wrong. What I meant to say is your ass is perfect." Arriving home to a quiet household Mary led Tammie up the stairs to her bedroom for their first night as a married couple. Mary helped Tom remove his dress. Tom begged to be released from the corset. Mary responded, "Naah, that won't be possible the knots Liz tied will take hours to get undone and I have no intention of spending my first night as a married woman doing that." She watched him recline on the bed wearing only his corset. Tom off-handedly remarked when he got into bed, "God, these sheets are freezing!" Mary responded, "Yes, my father keeps the heat turned way down to save money." Mary got a wicked gleam to her eye as she walked to her dresser, opened the bottom drawer and withdrew a package wrapped in tissue paper and tied with pink ribbon. She ambled to the bed and handed the package to her shivering husband. "Tom I have been saving this for my wedding night." Pocking Tom in his silicon breast she teased, "It seems more appropriate that you wear it tonight." Tom, unwrapped the gift. To his shock he discovered a virgin white floor length silk nightie. "I'll wear it; but how is this piece of fluff going to keep me warm?" "Tom you can't be that naive, with you wearing that on our honeymoon I am sure we can find some way to generate enough body heat to warm things up. Put it on sweetie while I will go and get changed, then we will see what comes up." Trembling from the cold, Tom nervously slipped it on and awaited his wife's return. Mary selected a lacy black nightgown for herself. Neither were a virgin; but this was to be their first time as a couple. Returning from her walk-in closet Mary watched her spouse reclining on the bed, his head propped up on the pillows a tenting in his lingerie that surprised Mary. Mary stood next to the bed and lightly stroked his pole and said, "It would seem there are some things about this woman thing you enjoy." Tom managed to respond, "No, honest it is just seeing how sexy you look and the anticipation of us having sex. The outfit has nothing to do with my reaction." Mary sneered at his response and continued to rub his manhood with the silky nightgown and said, "No secrets between us remember, Mary lectured, Now Tom, my homophobic husband I love it with you all feminine, and from the bulge in your nightgown it would seem you share my kinkiness. There is research that shows as many as 25% of American males, cross-dress on an occasional basis. I've heard the percentage that dress on a regular basis is closer to 10%. For some this dressing is head to toe en femme while others only involve one or two items of lingerie. So the fact you are enjoying your delicates is nothing to be ashamed of." "Mary how could you possibly know a statistic like that?" "Because you twit, I have an IG, higher than room temperature." Mary continued, "I'll bare my soul first. Never in my life have I had a single lesbian thought that is until today. Watching you prance around all day has me feeling a bit bawdy, my juices flowed like never before. I have never been so turned on in my life. I love Tom; but I must confess I am enamored with this Tammie creature we have created. Now I want the complete truth from you buster!" Tom blushed, a bright red and thought for several long seconds before he confessed, "Alright, I'll admit it. When you first proposed me wearing the wedding dress I was scared shitless, you turning me over to that vindictive Liz only increased my trepidation tenfold. Walking down the aisle in front of all our friends I about pissed my panties. This is really embarrassing to admit; during the reception I came to appreciate the experience of being the beautiful bride. I felt like a queen and am ashamed to confess that I liked it. The sensuous and stimulating feelings of the silk and nylon were impossible to ignore. That's it; I acknowledge I am a man that enjoyed the experience of dressing as a woman; it even turned me on, happy now! If you want to leave me, I will understand." Mary clapped with glee, "Honey, I am not going anywhere, there is no reason a man should be denied the pleasures of wearing pretty things. I am glad it hasn't all been a negative experience for you; after all it is our wedding day. I don't understand it; but the sight of you dressing in woman's clothes is a colossal turn on, let's continue with this game a while longer and see where it takes us." In the colloquial sense, she jumped his bones. She ran her hands over his entire body and they made mad passionate love in a twisting, swirling tangle of flesh, bed sheets and feminine fabrics. @ @ @ @ The next morning Mary woke her husband with a delicate kiss to the lips. "Good morning princess. That was some fairly robust lovemaking last night, I never realized you are a screamer, it sounded like you enjoyed it as much as I did. We kept my parents up most of the night, hell you probably woke up the neighbors. I have laid out your outfit for today, get dressed while I run to the bathroom." Mary returned several minutes later only to find Tom apparently lost as he held a bra in one hand and a blouse in his other. He had only managed to put on his short red skirt. Mary took the bra and hooked it in place. Then she held the blouse open while Tom slid his arms into its long puffed sleeves. "Oh dear that pushup bra and plunging V-shape neckline is just divine don't you agree? Please don't look so sad, I have loved Tom for a long time, it has been a pleasant surprise that I find I am falling in love with Tammie as well." Mary left a stunned Tom as he sat at the vanity to put on the three inch wedge sandals Mary handed him as she left to get dressed. A despondent Tom stared down at his massive cleavage, and was on the verge of crying, something he hadn't done since his father died. He involuntarily jumped when his mother, Judy who had quietly entered the room lightly touched his shoulder. Tom on the verge of tears said, "Oh, Mom I have been so worried over how you would take the news about...my alter ego. Then you find me dressed like this. I must look foolish, I feel like such a twit." "Oh Tom that is nonsense, when I look at you my heart swells with pride, you make an attractive woman. I wish you had told me about all this sooner. It has always been my dream to have a daughter, now I have gained two daughters in one day. You are going to be my little girl aren't you?" Tammie nodded yes and a very happy Judy knelt next to him and said, "Let me help my new daughter." She chose a bright red lipstick from the selection on the vanity, and then layered his lips; next she applied a heavy coat of mascara and combed out his hair. "Tammie, I am so happy. Mary's mother and I will move everything to your new home. We will have it all decorated and set up so when you kids return, everything will be ready to go." With that she kissed her new daughter on his forehead and left the room. Mary dressed in a bright yellow sundress, returned and saw her husband's face all made-up, and assumed he had done it himself which caused her to exclaim in joy. "My God you are a beautiful bride." Tom replied, "Please Mary, get your head out of the clouds, I am still a man and all this very embarrassing." Waving his hands at his breasts he said, "Don't you think this outfit is a bit revealing?" "Nonsense, you look adorable. Sometimes a woman just needs to show off, what better way than by displaying her cleavage, 'if you got it, flaunt it' as the saying goes. Now stop the insistent whining. You may be a man; but you look totally hot. Pack up your purse so we can go." The discussion ended as Dave stuck his head in the door and said "I was sent to carry the ladies suitcases to the car." Tom reflexively responded, "Thanks Dave." With a glare, "That's your last warning buttercup." "Sorry, thanks Daddy." Mary gave her husband a quizzical look. Tom responded, "I will explain it to you later." Impatient to be on their way the couple skipped down the stairs and left the house hand in hand. They almost ran to their car; but were intercepted by Liz and Jim. Both dressed in the same cloths as yesterday. It was obvious the two had hooked up last night. Jim shamefacedly approached, as he dragged Liz by her hand. "We need to talk to you two." The impatient newlyweds waited for their friends, restless to be on their way. Jim started with, "We have a confession to make about the bachelor party. Liz convinced me to drug your drink. Everyone knows you never get drunk. I and the other guys thought it would be a great practical joke making you believe you had celebrated your last night of freedom and over indulged and passed out." Jim stepped back and said, "Go ahead Liz tell them what you did." Pointing to Tom's skirt he said, "I had nothing to do with the rest. Believe me if I had any idea what Liz had planned I never would have gotten involved." Liz stepped forward and grabbed Mary by the hands. "I'm so sorry. We have been best friends since first grade. I thought you could do better than Tom. I came up with this idea to open your eyes. I convinced Jim to slip the drug in his drink. Once he passed out I chased everyone out of the room and had 'a friend' help me to carry out my plan." Mary tried to pull away from Liz; but she hung on to her. "This is hard for me to admit, I went on the net and found a female impersonator and paid him to do Tom's transformation. He was in there most of the night. I am surprised we didn't pass him on the way in." "My God Liz why would you do that?" "I am confused Mary we talked about this months ago, I assumed you were on board about the whole thing." "No I didn't agree to this. We were both drunk and ended up at that nightclub with the female impersonators. You commented on how 'pretty' Tom was, and I joked about seeing him in makeup and maybe my underwear. I never said anything about a full blown transformation. Why did you use the heavy permanent makeup, and those mountains of tits?" "Sorry, I went overboard; but you must understand I never approved of Tom and felt he was not man enough for you. My plan was for you to find him looking like a total drag queen and cancel the wedding on the spot. I thought that if for some reason, you didn't throw him out; he would be too embarrassed to show up at the wedding. My reasoning was there was no way he would come to the wedding looking like a big busted whore." Liz began to sob and seemed genuinely remorseful, "Please forgive me; what I never counted on was your creative solution to the problem." "Liz, let me ask you, does anyone else know about what you did?" "Only Jim and the Drag queen and they won't talk." "Fine it better stay that way, or we are no longer friends. There is nothing worse than betraying someone's trust! We are still BFF's; I will talk to you when we return from our honeymoon." "Just one more question Mary, with Tom stuck as Tammie until the makeup fades, who is going to be the wife, you or him? Husband or wife, that's a good question I'm not sure right now. What's the difference? We are a married couple; it's all just a matter of semantics." Mary lightly punched her friend in the arm and retrieved Tom for their drive to the honeymoon resort. It was a long four hour trip as each sat stoically lost in their own thoughts. The newlyweds arrived at the resort; Mary let the valet service park their car. Tom's exit from the car was somewhat ungraceful, that generated a small chuckle from Mary. On the short walk to the registration desk Tom said, "I have given this a lot of thought I am going to go to the police when we get home and explain this whole thing. I am not sure what law Jim and Liz broke; but there has to be something." Mary said, "Let's not make any snap decisions right now, Liz seemed genuinely remorseful and remember they are both are friends. We can talk about that later, now let's get checked in and start our honeymoon." Mary took charge and registered them as Mary and Tammie Wilson. Two attractive women checking into the honeymoon suite raised a few eyebrows; but nothing was said. After unpacking and taking a quick tour of what the resort had to offer. Mary had them both change into cocktail dresses for dinner - hers in black, Tammie's salmon colored, which Mary thought really went well with his platinum blonde hair. At dinner Tom was intoxicated from love and drank more than he should. Once back in the room he begged to be released from his corset. "Sorry, no can do. None of the cloths I brought for you will fit without it. Besides, I think it makes you look sexy, moreover that corset gives you curves in places I didn't even know you had places." Mary, poured each of them a large glass of complementary Champaign they found waiting in their room. Mary gulped her glass in two quick swallows, and then immediately refilled her glass. Tom feeling a bit tipsy already slowly sipped his glass. Mary helped Tom out of his dress and then told him to wait for her on the bed, "I have a surprise and will join you in a minute." Setting her glass down on the dresser she, retrieved a bag from her suitcase. She removed a number of items as Tom sipped his glass of wine and watched with a great deal of curiosity. "What are those?" "Oh, gifts from my bachelorette party." Mary tilted her head back and drank her entire glass down. She was buoyed by the confidence only alcohol can bring. It lowered her inhibitions and provided the impetuous to follow through on her plan. Walking to the bed, she held out a pair of hand and leg cuffs. "Spread your arms and legs out dear." Tom never imagined Mary was into this kind of thing; but promptly agreed. Mary wasted no time in securing his limbs to the bed posts. Once he was secured spread-eagled she returned to her goodie bag. An obviously tipsy Mary twisted and spoke over her shoulder, "I find you wearing my lingerie incredibly sexy, I don't understand it; but the sight of you all girly, brings out the hedonistic side of my personality. I have been waiting for this moment. She turned around, with a predatory smile and walked to the bed, hiding something behind her back. Mary asked, "No fibbing now, I want the truth, how do you feel about all this feminine stuff?" "I am mentally uncomfortable by it; but the tactile feel of it is heavenly, Mary I am starting to enjoy this and it scares me, does that make me less of a man in your eyes?" "Tom you are not what I would call an Alpha male; but I never saw any inclinations of you being a swishy, sissy either. Now on the other hand when I look at Tammie, in all honesty, I don't see a man, all I see, is my wife waiting to be fucked by her husband. I will worry about what happened to Tom later." Reaching the bed Mary brandished a very lifelike dildo; she licked her dry lips and said, "According to my bridesmaids, this is the top of the line, remote controlled thrusting and vibrating dildo, called the orgasm-maker. I have given this a lot of thought, since you are my virgin bride I intend to consummate this marriage properly." Tom trembled from shear panic and frantically fought against his shackles. "Relax honey, save your energy. You are going to need it. This is going to be a wild ride. Please don't worry; I won't forget about your male appendage, after your deflowering we will put it to good use, if you're still up to it." A terrified Tom lay on the bed. He watched her move the large fax cock towards his cherry rosebud. His throat felt dry and though he tried to speak he couldn't. Despite his trepidations his traitorous penis betrayed him as it rose to full launch position. Mary watched his reaction in fascination, and produced a chuckle, "My, my I didn't see that coming." With Tom firmly tied in place, Mary copiously coated her hands in KY jelly. She rubbed the lubricant through his pubic hair and along his manhood. Then she ever so slowing moved towards his back gate. To make a long story short she worked three fingers into his pussy as far as she could reach. She next coated the vibrator. As she started to work it into his boy pussy, Tom began to sob, and pleaded with Mary to stop. "Tom pleaded; please don't...not with that thing." Mary continued to pump his pole with her hand and said, "Now, now princess, I understand every virgin is nervous upon her deflowering, don't worry I will be gentle, I promise." Tom scared to death, pleaded. "You can't put that thing in me!" Intentionally misinterpreting his words Mary responded, "Don't worry dear, according to the box its waterproof." "Rose that is not what I meant and you know it!" "You are right dear; if you don't relax we may have a problem, getting this pass your pussy gate could be a problem." "Stop, I won't allow it." Mary laughed; "You won't allow it, we will see about that. Now your whining is starting to get on my nerves and is putting a real damper on the night's activities. What can I do to correct that? Mary hopped up on the bed and straddled her lover, her ass mere inches above his face. I know how to silence you, while I play with your pussy you can take care of mine. One way or another I am going to take your virginity. You can relax and enjoy it or fight me and ruin my night. Here is what's going to happen; I am going to continually fuck you with my friend here while I ride your face, until you have brought me to three orgasms. If you find you are enjoying what I am doing, take your time, I will sit hear all night if that is what it takes. After each of my orgasms, I will turn your fuck-toy to vibrate, the greater my joy the higher the setting on your toy. That's a fair deal, isn't it?" Without waiting for a reply, Mary lowered her pussy directly onto Tom's mouth, effectively muffling any more discussion. Left with no alternatives, Tom vigorously undertook his task as he slurped her womanly discharge like a five-year-old going at a juice box. Mary took her time and with an endless series of small advances and retreats, she was finally able to seat it all the way to its faux balls. By then Tom had worked his magic on her honey box. Mary realized she was not going to be able to keep her part of the bargain. She had already lost count of the number of small orgasms she had experienced. Tom worshiped at her womanly chapel until around midnight when his tongue finally cramped. Thus, prompting Mary to spin around and mount Tom's pole. She rode him until her thighs screamed in fatigue. Countless times she brought Tom to the edge and would remain motionless to let him retain control. She wanted this one to be special. Eventually she approached the edge, just as Tom was peaking. Mary rose all the way off his prick, held that position as long as she could. Reached down for the remote control and turned the vibrated to high and drove his thing all the way in her pussy in one final massive plunge. The two climaxed together. Their voices blended into a harmony of passion. Tom erupted with such vigor Mary swore it actually lifted her several inches into the air. Mary collapsed on top of Tom and snuggled. "Was that as spectacular for you as it was for me? I am ready for a nap, how about you?" "That was fantastic. In fact it was the most intense experience of my life. Just one little thing, could you please turn that damn vibrator off it is driving me wild." "Oh, I am sorry, don't go anywhere, let me see if I can find the remote. I dropped it here someplace." A freed Tom lay in bed, and snuggled against his bride and thought, 'I wonder if every time will be like that?' Tom laid awake most of the night, apprehensive about his future as a husband; but it was an optimistic insomnia. Deep down there was a deliciously happy vision awash with feminine feelings of being taken and possessed. The next day dawned cold and dreary. So the couple spent the day in their nuptial bed. As it turned out the newlyweds never left their room for three days, it was sex, sex, nap, sex, room service followed by more sex. The passage of time was not marked by day or night, rather by changes of batteries. @ @ @ @ Day four, two exhausted newlyweds cuddled in bed. Tom got up to use the lavatory. Mary glanced down at the sheets where he had been sleeping and noticed blood spots. A very concerned wife entered the bathroom. She was surprised to find him sitting on the bidet. "Tom what's going on?" "I am just cleaning myself. I am too sore to wipe." "Talk to me. I'm upset. We agreed there would be no secrets between us." "I'm sorry honey, it's just that we have been so vigorous with the dildo my backdoor is raw. You were having such a great time I didn't want to detract from your fun. A little discomfort is a small price to pay to keep my Mary happy." "All right lover, take your time and finish up in here I have a few things to arrange, then we're going out." Mary had the two of them dress in an attractive upscale style for their outing. Mary selected a pink dress suit for Tammie; with a mid length straight skirt that forced Tammie to take short mincing steps. The matching jacket was shaped to accentuate his slim feminine waist. Mary wore a beige and cream colored dress with a scooped neck and a flared hem. To complete their ensembles each would wear the obligatory stockings and stiletto heels. Mary had Tammie replace her studs with a series of gold hooped earrings. Mary was dressed first and forced to wait for her husband. As she leaned against the doorjamb of the bedroom, she impatiently tapped her toe. Having turned down Mary's offer for assistance, Tammie methodically fiddled with her hair, trying to make it look as good as she could. An exasperated Mary said, "Come on Tammie, shake a leg I am tired of waiting for you." Tom playfully responded by extending his left leg and shaking it as he said, "I am not going to be rushed! Perfection takes time. Did Picasso finish the Sistine Chapel in a day?" Challenging Tammie with a frown, that didn't show in her laughing eyes, Mary snapped, "It was Michelangelo you blonde airheaded bimbo!" A giggling Tammie replied, "Picasso painted Michelangelo, I didn't know that." An exasperated Mary laughed and said "Te he, that's hilarious. Now please hurry, we are going to miss our appointment." Mary ignored all of Tom's questions concerning their destination. To his surprise, they took the elevator to the resort spa. Mary had Tammie booked for a leg waxing, manicure and pedicure. Then his big surprise, Mary had Tammie scheduled to get 25 inch hair human hair extensions affixed to his head. Tom agreed to the procedure on one condition; his hair be returned to his natural burnet color. The hair dresser, a very effeminate man who called himself Maurice, ensured Tammie the extensions would last for at least four months, and then they can be re- tightened, to look like new. He suggested that Mary go get a cup of coffee as the procedure was going to take awhile. Mary in no uncertain terms let it be known she was staying and wouldn't miss this for the world. She sat and chatted with Maurice during the entire procedure. Once Maurice was finished Tammie had long coils of curls dangling to his shoulder blades and his face was framed with two delightful long ringlet tendrils that hung below his chin. Mary insisted the hair experience be followed by a complete, dramatic cosmetic makeover; his pink lips were easily covered with more dramatic tart red to match the color now on his fingers and toes, his eyes were converted into mysterious smoky blacks and grays. As Tammie stood to exit the salon Mary gushed over his appearance. "Now this is a Kodak moment if ever there was one, follow me." Mary hustled her new wife out of the spa and directly into the adjacent resort photographer shop for a series of tasteful boudoir portraits. Mary was on cloud nine as Tammie went through one suggestive pose after another. She was going to have a very difficult decision to make. Which photograph was going to be enlarged and placed over their mantel and which ones were going in frames in their bedroom? Exiting the studio Mary decided it was time for an early dinner. "Tammie let's go get a drink and then eat." Mary held Tammie's hand and walked the gantlet past a long oak bar, crowed with men watching some silly game on television, the girls attracted a great deal of unwanted attention. Mary noticed for the first time the men were ogling Tammie more than her. Mary wasn't sure how to feel about that; but wasn't going to let it ruin her night. Thanks to a sympathetic hostess the two were seated away from the boisterous crowd at a table on the patio. The setting was extremely romantic; the meal was exquisite. Mary emptied the last of the wine bottle into their glasses and sat back to enjoy the closing minutes of a magnificent day. They relaxed and sipped the wine and watched the fall sunset, the honeymooners had never been more in love than at this moment. They were about to return to their suite for another night of lovemaking when their solitude was unexpectedly broken by two men who stumbled out from the bar onto the patio. Tammie's dramatic makeup and predominate bosom acted like a beacon. The two perspective Romeo's staggered to the table, one guy dressed in an expensive suit, was obviously impressed with himself stood at Tammie's side, "Hey cutie, how 'bout you and I get out of here and go someplace private?" Tom was appalled at the guy's audacity and lame pickup line. Tom looked him up and down and responded in a voice as feminine as he could make it, "Sorry mate, I make it a rule not to socialize outside my species." Some guys just won't take a hint, he persisted. "Don't be like that, baby. What do I have to give you to get a kiss?" "Chloroform is the only thing that comes to mind. Now buzz off." Mary watched in amused silence and thought she may have underestimated her husband. The jerks wouldn't leave and both sat at their table, the obnoxious guy sat next to Tammie, while his wingman took up position flanking Mary. Mary about snapped when the slim ball reached up and caressed Tammie's left breast and made the crude innuendo "Come on baby help me out. My penis just died and I would love to bury it in your ass." Before Mary could react, Tom smacked his hand away, jumped to his feet and spun to face his attacker. "Relax baby, I thought a working girl, with pom-poms like yours, would be accustomed to a more aggressive approach." Tom, fumed, the veins in his neck bulged, "Working girl...why you pompous asshole I will show you pom-poms." Tom's fingers closed into to fists and he braced himself to punch the man in his nose. Luckily, Mary was right there and stepped between the two and whispered, "Tammie, take a deep breath and let it go. We don't want to start anything." As she turned to return to her seat, Mary 'accidently' stepped on the instep of the asshole