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The Wedding Dress by Sheila Anne Morgan I have always been slightly overweight, but now I seemed to have put on an additional ten pounds I couldn't seem to lose, as much as I tried. My wife of five years, Maureen, said, "You know what, Randy, you just need the proper incentive to lose that extra weight." "Maureen, I've tried everything, I just can't seem to keep the weight off. I lose a few pounds and then gain it right back again." "Like I said, you just haven't had the proper incentive. I'll bet I can find something that'll make you want to slim down." "Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked. "I'll think of something and before you know it you'll be back to the same weight you were when we got married." I had completely forgot about our conversation when Maureen invited me up to the spare bedroom on Saturday afternoon. "Remember how I told you I would find you some incentive to lose weight?" she asked. "Yeah, what did you find?" Maureen pulled open the closet door and on the back of it hung the most beautiful wedding dress I have ever seen. I walked over to it and examined it through the clear garment bag it was in. It had a high, lace collar over a sheer bodice. The three-quarter length sleeves were lace that matched the lower portion of the bodice. The skirt was decorated with seed pearls and looked to be full with a long train. "It's a size 6," said Maureen. I think I should explain. I have been a transvestite since my early teens when I use to wear my mother's and older sister's clothes whenever I got a chance. Maureen has known and supported this desire ever since we've been married. I currently wear a size 14 dress and even when we were married I could only get into a size 8 with some serious help from a waist cinch. "Maureen, it's beautiful, but I'll never be able to get into that." "Sure you will, Hon, all it takes is willpower and maybe a few of my exercise tapes. You can do it if you try." Looking at the dress I knew there was nothing I wanted more than to be able to wear that dress. It was every transvestite's dream to be dressed as lovely bride. "Just remember you are going to have to wear it just as it is. We aren't going to have any of the seams let out. The girl I bought it from was about your height so it should be the right length. Maureen was right; I just needed the right incentive. Every morning I was getting up and popping one of her DVD's in the player and exercising for an hour with the pretty instructor. And whenever I looked at food I pictured the dress and always chose something low calorie. At first the pounds dropped off and I thought I would be able to get into the dress in no time. But I must have hit a plateau because as much as I exercised or how much I cut back on eating I was stuck at a size 10. Maureen explained that it happened that way sometimes and not to get discouraged. I kept trying and sure enough the weight again began to drop off. Soon my waist was a slim 27 inches and I could see my goal in sight. I began jogging and my waistline soon was 26 inches, a perfect size 6 waist. As I had slim hips and my bust could be any size I wanted it to be. I knew I was ready to try on the dress. The following Saturday morning I took a bubble bath and made sure that there were no hairs anywhere on my body to spoil the image. After drying myself off and dusting myself with some of Maureen's scented powder I went into the spare bedroom where Maureen was waiting for me. Maureen had removed the dress from the bag and had laid it on the bed. It looked even more beautiful than it had hanging in its bag. I slipped on a pair of satin and lace panties and a matching 34C bra. I was now ready to try on the dress. Maureen helped me slip it over my head. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and let the dress settle over my bra and then down around my waist. Maureen was standing behind me and said, "Uh oh, you're not going to believe this." "What's wrong?" I asked. "The girl must have had a much narrower waist when she got married. There is no way we're going to get this buttoned." I walked to the mirror and turned. Sure enough the back failed to meet by at least 4 inches. "What are we going to do?" I whined, "I can't lose another 4 inches." "Well, maybe if you lose at least 2 we can get a waist cinch and take in the rest. You don't want to quit now that you are so close. Do you?" "No, I want to be able to wear this dress," I said. The next two inches were no easier than the first five but a month later my waist was 24 inches. Maureen told me that it was now time to go shopping for a waist cinch, shoes and a bridal veil. Maureen and I had been out many times as girlfriends. We went shopping, out to dinner and to the movies together. But I was always passive and let Maureen do most of the talking. My voice was in the higher range of the male spectrum so I had very little trouble sounding convincing and looking like a girl in her early twenties no one suspected I was anything other than what I appeared to be. The next Saturday morning it took me two hours to bathe and get my make up on before I was ready to slip into my skirt and blouse. I was as nervous as a new bride as I picked up my purse and followed Maureen out the door. Bill, our next-door neighbor, was out watering his lawn as we walked towards the car. Bill had seen me dress as Nikki several times before and Maureen had told him I was one of her high school friends. He never suspected I was Randy. Maureen drove to a small lingerie shop she had heard about and parked in front. I was really nervous now. Although I had shopped in the women's dress departments at the mall we had never gone into a lingerie store before. I followed Maureen through the door and an attractive woman, in her early forties greeted us. She told us she owned the shop and asked us what she could do for us. "My girlfriend is getting married and needs a waist cinch so her dress will fit. Her waist is twenty-four inches but the dress has been altered to twenty-two inches and she just can't seem to lose that last two inches," Maureen said. "Honey, she doesn't want a waist cinch. It will spoil the looks of the dress. What she needs is a corset. I know you think they are only for overweight women, but a lot of brides wear one. First let me get her measurements and then we can look at some different styles." I was shocked. There was no way I could let this woman measure me. She would find out that I wasn't a girl. I started to turn towards the door when she grabbed my arm. "Don't worry, Hon, I won't bite. I've fitted a lot of men and boys for corsets before." "How did you know?" I stammered. "Well, first of all your girlfriend did all of the talking and second you are much too nervous. Relax I'll make this fun for you." I was still nervous as she led me back to the fitting rooms. "My name is Charlotte. What's yours?" Charlotte asked. "Nikki," I replied. "And I'm Maureen," my wife replied "What's the occasion for the wedding dress?" Charlotte asked. "Nikki was having a hard time losing weight and I told him he didn't have the right incentive. I saw a wedding dress for sale in the paper and knew he had always wanted to wear one. So I was able to get him down to a size 6 but the waist has been taken in on the dress to 22 inches so I told him we would get a waist cinch to take off the last two inches. He is also going to need some stockings," Maureen told Charlotte. Charlotte had me take off my skirt and blouse and I was standing in front of her in my panties and bra and stockings. She took out her tape and measured my chest and bust, waist and hips. She then handed me a satin robe that I put on. The robe just barely covered the welts of my stockings. She had Maureen and I follow her out into the shop where she took us over to the corsets. Charlotte looked at Maureen and said, "How low is the back on the dress?" Maureen touched my back just below where my bra strap was. "About here," she said. "Good," replied Charlotte, "Nikki won't have to wear one of those low-back ones." Charlotte laid several corsets out on the counter and explained the merits of each. Maureen picked one that was boned and trimmed in white lace at the top and bottom. It also had six garters hanging from the bottom. Charlotte led me back to the fitting room and told me to remove the robe. As I was hanging it up she unfastened the hooks on my bra and the foam pads fell to the floor. "I'll be back in a minute," Charlotte said as she slipped out the door. She returned with a box and a garment that looked like a flesh-colored bikini. She wrapped the corset around me and fastened the hooks in the front. Then she opened the box she had brought in and I was surprised to see two perfect tits nestled in there. She removed one and placed it in the cup of the corset and then put in the other. I was surprised at the weight of the breasts. "Those will look and feel more natural than those foam pads. They can also be glued in place so they won't shift when you move. I carry them mostly for my "special" customers and I will give you a special price on them if you want them." I knew immediately that I wanted them. Charlotte stepped behind me and began pulling on the laces, drawing the sides of the corset together. She had me reach up and hold onto a bar over my head as she used a hook to tighten the laces even further. When she finished I could hardly breathe. "I think that may be what we are looking for," Charlotte said as she took a tape measure from around her neck and measured my waist. "Twenty-one inches! That's even better, now you won't have to worry about popping the buttons." "Let me show you what this other garment is for," Charlotte said as she knelt in front of me and lowered my panties. Charlotte had made us feel so comfortable that I wasn't really embarrassed when she took my panties off and I had managed to keep my cock under control so it didn't spring out and hit her in the face. Charlotte had me step into the panty, which appeared to be made out of spandex and was very tight as she pulled it up my legs. Just before she reached my crotch she grabbed my cock and slipped it into a sheath in the crotch of the panty. When she pulled it the rest of the way up my cock was pulled back between my legs and my balls were pushed into my body. The panty shaped my rear while leaving it exposed and the head of my cock just protruded from the edge of the material. When I looked down I was amazed at how smooth and feminine I looked. "This is something else I have for my "special" customers. It's called a gaff and male ballet dancers and female impersonators wear it. This model will allow you to go to the bathroom without removing it. Your derriere will also look more feminine in a tight pair of pants or a bathing suit." I knew I wasn't going to be wearing a bathing suit out in public and the wedding dress was full enough that it would hide and bulge I my panties, but I knew I had to have this also. Maureen said, "We'll take everything, Charlotte. Nikki, why don't you just wear it so you can get use to it." After I put on my skirt and blouse, Charlotte led us out to the hosiery counter where she showed us several pairs of stockings. We ended up purchasing two pairs of white stocking with ribbons and bells embroidered up them and a wide lace welt at the top. Before we left the shop Charlotte made Maureen promise to send pictures of me in the wedding dress. Our next stop was a bridal shop where we selected a fingertip length veil with a lace cap that would match the lace on the dress. Maureen also told the saleswoman that I would need petticoats for the wedding dress. "We usually rent them to the girls as they don't want the expense of buying them to use one time. But if you like I do have a set which has been rented several times and we are going to sell at a reduced price so we can replace them." Maureen agreed that the price was fair and we purchased them also. When we got back to the car Maureen said, " I know you are going to want to wear the dress more than once and it just isn't the same without the petticoats. I think she knew that you weren't an ordinary blushing bride when she offered to sell them to us." I blushed at being found out again. As many times as Maureen and I have been out I don't think I was ever made before, but most of the times I didn't have Maureen telling a saleswoman what I wanted. I would pick it out and Maureen would pay for it with her things. We went to the mall next because Maureen said that was where all of the good shoe stores were. We walked into one which had several styles of white shoes displayed in the window. This time I told Maureen that I would do the talking, as I didn't want anyone else to learn about me. It was just my luck that a guy came over and asked if he could help us. "I am looking for a pair of shoes for my wedding," I said. "How high of a heel were you looking for?" he asked. I liked wearing high heels and thought they made my legs look sexy so I told him three or four inches. He pulled a stool over and sat in front of me and slipped off my shoe and told me to stand on the measuring device he had placed on the floor. He then went into the backroom and came out with several boxes that he set on the floor next to the stool. He reached behind my leg and placed it on the footrest and opened the first box. This shoe was a classic, patent leather pump with four-inch heels. He placed it on my foot and then placed the other one on my other foot and asked me to walk to see how they felt. I have become pretty accomplished at walking in heels, even some as high as five inches, and walked the length of the aisle and back. This was the height I was looking for but I wanted to see what else he had selected. The next pair was white satin with a sling-back and a three-inch heel. I tried them on and then asked what else he had. The next pair was open-toed slides with three-inch heels and I really didn't think they were what I wanted. The final pair was satin with lace appliqu?s and four-inch heels. They were perfect. Now I thought I was ready to try on the dress, but Maureen told me we would have to wait because she wanted it to be perfect. She wouldn't tell me what she had in mind though. The following Saturday Maureen still refused to let me try on the dress, but promised me I could wear it the following Saturday. She had me take my two week vacation starting today so she could make sure everything would be perfect when I put the dress on. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in our room admiring myself. I was dressed in pink short-shorts that rode low on my hips and had a wide, white belt. Maureen had glued my fake breasts to my chest and I was wearing a white crop top that left my navel exposed. I was not wearing a bra and the nipples of the breast forms were clearly evident through the material of the top. On my feet I had a pair of sandals. My face was perfectly made up for a Saturday of shopping, which was what Maureen told me we were going to do. I was wearing my long, light brown wig that came to the middle of my back. Although I had been letting my hair grow, at Maureen's insistence, and it was down to my shoulders when I released it from the rubber band which normally held it I always wore my long wig when I went outside so the neighbors wouldn't recognize me. I picked up the denim shoulder bag I had filled with everything a girl needs when she goes out shopping and Maureen and I walked out to her car. Bill was out washing his car as we came out the door. "Good morning, girls! Going to do a little shopping?" he said. "Yeah, Sis needs some more clothes. You know we girls never have enough," Maureen said as she slipped behind the wheel. I just smiled as Bill looked at me. Bill was a real hunk. And as he stood there in his shorts and tennis shoes I could see his muscles ripple as he washed the car. The mall was crowded and every male over the age of twelve watched both Maureen and me as we made our way from the car. Maureen led me right to the beauty salon and up to the receptionist. "My sister, Nikki, has an appointment for nine-thirty. Julie knows what she wants done," Maureen told the girl. Maureen told me to sit down and Julie would be out in a few minutes and knew just what to do. I was nervous, but excited. It's every transvestite's fantasy to be pampered in a beauty salon while dressed as a girl. I didn't know that Maureen had in store for me but I trusted that she knew what she was doing and went along with it. Julie came out in a few minutes and led me back to her station where she removed my wig. My natural hair was pulled up and pinned so it wouldn't show below the wig cap. Julie unpinned my hair and brushed it out. I usually wore it parted in the middle and fastened at the nape of my neck with a rubber band. So there was no style to it. Julie put a cape over my shoulders and leaned the chair back so my head was over a sink. She proceeded to wash my hair before wrapping it in a towel and tilting the chair back upright. She removed the towel and combed out my hair and then began working on it with her scissors. She explained that Maureen had picked out the style she wanted and she thought I would be very pleased with how it was going to turn out. After she finished cutting she pulled a cart filled with rollers over next to me and began rolling the hair into rollers. After my head was covered with rollers she began squeezing a bottle filled with solution over each roller. It took fifteen minutes for the solution to work and all the while I was wondering how I was going to explain my new girlish hairdo when I went back to work in a couple of weeks. After fifteen minutes she squeezed a neutralizer on the rollers and then leaned me back again and rinsed my head. After blotting my head dry she took a pencil and marked each of my ears. I didn't realize what she was doing until I felt the first pop as she pierced my earlobe. I almost panicked, but before I could say anything she had two studs in each earlobe. I had always wished I could get my ears pierced but didn't know how I would ever explain it. I hoped Maureen had thought up some plausible explanation. Julie put me under a dryer and soon another girl, who introduced herself as Mercedes, pulled a cart laden with nail implements over and placed my hand on the table. She filed my nails and trimmed my cuticles before placing a form under each nail and coating the nail and form with some kind of goo. After the goo dried she removed the forms and filed the new extensions until they were about a half of an inch longer than my fingers. Then she proceeded to apply several coats of pearlescent rose polish and a sealer to each nail. When she finished my nails looked gorgeous and I couldn't stop admiring them. They looked much better than the fake nails I have used from time to time. Mercedes then turned her attention to my feet and before Julie took me from under the dryer my ten pedicured toes matched my fingernails. Julie led me back to her chair and took out the rollers. I could feel springy curls all over my head. Julie took a brush and brushed the curls until she was satisfied. I now had bangs covering my forehead and my hair felt much fluffier and fuller than before. Julie turned me to face the mirror. My natural, light brown hair now framed my face and allowed my earrings to peek through. I was thrilled and had completely forgotten my worries about going to work with my new hair and earrings. As I was paying the bill and leaving Julie and Mercedes generous tips, Maureen came into the salon and oohed and aahed over how I looked. Julie had placed my wig in a bag and handed it to me as I walked to the door on cloud nine. It wasn't until later that night that I expressed my worries to Maureen about how I would explain the earrings and hairstyle to my coworkers. Maureen told me not to worry, that we would be able to give them a very plausible explanation when the time came. Maureen and I shopped for the rest of the afternoon, buying me earrings and more clothes. About the time the stores were closing we stopped for dinner as we were both famished. Maureen had suggested that I spend the week as Nikki and I jumped at the chance. Monday and Tuesday I spent cleaning the house and playing with my hair. Maureen had got me a hairstyling book and a collection of barrettes, clips, scrunchies and ponytail holders to play with. By Tuesday evening I was getting pretty good at putting my hair up. Wednesday afternoon Maureen called me from work and told me to dress nicely as we would be going out to dinner. I went to the spare bedroom where we kept Nikki's clothes and picked out a knee-length, black skirt and a lace- trimmed blouse. I slipped off my clothes and went into the bathroom where I took a long bubble bath and made sure there were no stray hairs on my legs. After drying I dusted myself with some of Maureen's scented powder and wrapped a towel around my fake breasts and went back to Nikki's room. I dropped the towel on the bed a picked up the white garter belt and wrapped it around my slim waist. I now had to use the last row of hooks and still it was a little large. I pulled on a clean gaff and worked my penis into its pocket before settling it low on my hips. Next came the matching panties and bra. I slipped the bra straps up my arms and leaned forward as Maureen had showed me to nestle my breasts into the cups. I could not get over how different it felt to have the weight of breasts hanging from my chest and the way they moved as I walked. The matching slip came next and then I sat at the vanity and began doing my make up. As we were going out for the evening I did my make up a little more dramatic than I would have if it were daytime. After Maureen had shown me the difference in how a girl makes up her face for different occasions I had learned to do it myself and rarely did Maureen have to make suggestion on how I could do it better. I decided that I would wear my hair up this evening and pulled it up to the crown of my head and wrapped it with a lace scrunchie. I wished I could wear a pair of long, dangling earrings, but Maureen told me it was too early to remove the studs from my ears. It would be another day or two before the piercings were healed. I pulled a pair of smoky nylons up my shapely legs and fastened them to the garters, making sure they were tight and wrinkle-free. Then I put on the blouse and buttoned it up the back, I had long since mastered buttoning and zippering my own blouses and dresses in the back. The skirt was next and I tucked the slip and blouse in and smoothed them before buttoning it and pulling up the zipper. I hiked the skirt up and pulled the blouse and slip down then smoothed the skirt into place. A pair of black, patent leather shoes with four-inch heels and a matching purse completed the outfit as I surveyed myself in the mirror. I was just sitting in front of the television as I heard Maureen's car pull into the drive. I was surprised to hear more than one door close after the engine stopped. I turned as the front door opened and was surprised as Maureen led Charlotte, Julie and Mercedes into the room. "Surprise!" they shouted as they brought packages wrapped in shower paper over and placed them on the coffee table. Each of them gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me how pretty I looked. They insisted I stand up and model for them. "I have made reservations for dinner at Fredrick's for eight o'clock," said Maureen, "but first let's have a drink and let Nikki open her presents." Maureen fixed everyone a drink; I could have used something stronger than the white wine she handed me. When everyone was settled Maureen told me that every bride should have a shower and she handed me a gift. I removed the ribbon and slid a manicured nail under the wrapping to open the package. The box inside contained two beautiful teddies, one in black and one in red, from Mercedes. The next package contained a pale blue, satin and lace nightgown and matching robe from Julie. Charlotte got me two baby-doll pajamas, one pink and one lavender and a short, lace robe. Maureen's package was larger than the rest and contained a sheer nylon and lace peignoir set in white with matching four inch heeled slides. I blushed at receiving all of these intimate garments from women I hardly knew, but thanked each of them. We went to dinner just like five girlfriends but they did tell the waiter about my upcoming 'marriage' and everyone had to come over and congratulate me. Thursday and Friday crept by as I anxiously awaited Saturday and finally being able to try on the dress. After everything Maureen had done I also wondered what other surprises she had in store for me. Saturday I slept until nine o'clock and then got up and took a leisurely bubble bath in anticipation of putting on the dress. I made sure my body was completely hairless before getting out of the tub and drying and powdering myself. As I walked into the hall Charlotte, Julie and Mercedes greeted me. They led me into Nikki's bedroom where my underwear was laid out on the bed. Charlotte helped me into the gaff and then picked up the corset. She wrapped it around my body and fastened the hooks. She then had me grab onto the top of the door as she proceeded to tighten the laces. She then slipped a pair of lace-trimmed panties up my legs and slipped the garters from the corset through the leg holes. Julie sat me at the vanity as Mercedes removed the polish from my nails. Julie began pulling my hair up and using a curling iron and hair spray to make my hair pretty for my 'wedding day'. Mercedes filled my nails and polished them a pearly white. Then she did the same to my toenails. As the polish was drying Julie removed the studs from the lower holes in my earlobes and replaced them with dangling earrings with three 8mm cubic zirconium diamonds on a fine chain. Julie then began applying my make up and I could tell she was doing a very professional job. Much better than I could have done by myself. Charlotte then rolled the white stockings up my legs and fastened them to the garters. Then I stepped into the petticoats and they were fastened around my waist. Since I had taken my bath I had not seen Maureen and I wondered what she was doing. The three women told me she would be along shortly and just enjoy the experience of being dressed as a bride. This was going much further than I expected but I was enjoying every minute of it. I imagined that I was actually a bride and being prepared to go to the church and say my vows to my handsome groom. As the dress was being slipped over my head I heard the bedroom door open and thought it was probably Maureen. To my surprise a flash blinded me as my head emerged from the dress. A photographer was standing across the room from me snapping pictures as Charlotte buttoned the tiny buttons up the back of the dress. The dress now fit as if it had been made just for me. Julie pinned the veil in my hair and Mercedes helped me step into my shoes. More pictures were taken as I admired myself in the full-length mirror. Maureen still had not come into the room to see how pretty I looked. Charlotte led me from the bedroom and I could feel the tug of the train of the dress as it dragged on the carpet behind me. When I entered the living room Maureen was standing there dressed in a long floral gown that looked just like a bridesmaid's dress. "God, Nikki, you look beautiful," Maureen said. "So do you. But why are you dressed like that?" "I'm your Matron of Honor, Honey. Now com'n we have to hurry or we're going to be late." "Late? Where are we going?" Maureen smiled, "We're going to the church, of course. Isn't that what all brides do on their wedding day." I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe Maureen would carry this experience this far. As I was led from the house I saw a white limousine parked in the driveway with a chauffeur holding the back door open. I looked next door to see if Bill was around. Thank goodness his car was gone and none of the other neighbors seemed to be out. I slid into the back seat of the limousine and pulled the skirt of the dress in after me. Maureen slid in beside me and the door was shut. On the way to the church Maureen explained to me that she wanted me to experience everything that went with the dress, not just getting dressed up and parading around the house for a little while. Maureen had a good job in sales and made considerably more money than I made at my dead-end job. We could well afford everything she was doing for me, but I never in my wildest dreams expected her to take it this far. It was early afternoon of a gorgeous day when we pulled up to the small wedding chapel nestled on beautiful grounds on the outskirts of town. As we got out of the car Maureen told me to just be a beautiful bride and to trust her. We walked into the vestibule of the chapel and Maureen and I were handed bouquets. The organ started to play and Maureen began her slow walk up the aisle. From where I was standing I couldn't see inside the church. The woman who had met us at the door had me stand in the doorway as the organist began playing the wedding march. I took my first nervous steps toward the altar and the waiting minister as the photographer began taking pictures. I could see someone coming across the front of the church from the side door, but being blinded by the flash and keeping my head demurely lower I wasn't able to see who it was. I continued my slow walk down the aisle and was surprised to have someone take my elbow as I reached the steps to the altar. When I looked up I was shocked. Standing there holding my arm was my next-door neighbor, Bill. The look in his eyes was the look of love as he turned to face the Minister. The Minister began the standard wedding vows and I nervously said my part. Bill slipped a beautiful wedding ring on my finger next to the engagement ring Maureen had bought for me last week. It wasn't long before he got to the part where he said, "By the powers invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride," Bill turned to me and tenderly cupped my chin in his hand and gently kissed my lips. The feeling was incredible and I wanted to melt in his arms. When we finished kissing the Minister said, "It is now my pleasure to present to you Mr. and Mrs. William Harrison." Charlotte, Julie, Mercedes and Maureen clapped as Bill led me down the aisle to the vestibule. As we stood in the doorway each of the women told me what a beautiful bride I made and congratulated Bill. The photographer took many pictures in the chapel and around the lovely grounds before we got back into the limousine. I thought we would be going back to the house, but the limousine stopped in front of a major hotel where Maureen had rented a small room for the wedding dinner. The six of us were served an excellent meal. As we were eating the girls would tap their glasses with their forks and I would have to kiss Bill. Although, before today I had never kissed a man I found it gave me a thrill to be treated like a woman. Several champagne toasts were made to the future happiness of the bride and groom and then we cut the cake. Bill and I each fed each other a piece of cake and I sucked the frosting off of his fingers. Little did I know this wasn't the last thing I was going to suck tonight? Charlotte, Julie and Mercedes each gave me a hug and kiss as they said goodnight. Maureen told me to have fun on my honeymoon as she hugged and kissed my cheek. "Honeymoon! What honeymoon?" I exclaimed. "Nikki, all brides dream about their honeymoons. Bill is going to take you to his cabin for a week," smiled Maureen. "Hey, I'm not queer!" I said. "No, you're just a pretty bride who is going to make your husband happy. Go along with it and have fun. I'll see you in a week," Maureen said as she left the room. Bill led me across the foyer of the hotel to the elevators. We entered the elevator and he punched the button for the sixth floor. I was nervous, but at the same time excited. I guess I had always fantasized about being held by some handsome stud while dressed as a woman. Bill pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I felt his tongue part my lips and probe my mouth. I sucked greedily on it as the elevator doors opened. Bill led me down the hall and stuck his keycard into the slot on a door. As he pushed the door open he placed one arm behind my back and another behind my knees and swept me off my feet and carried me into the room. He kissed me before setting me back on my feet. The room was the most lavish I had ever seen. A huge king-size bed dominated it. The covers had been turned back and there were two mints on the pillows. I couldn't reach all of the buttons on the dress so Bill helped me unbutton it. I removed the dress and petticoats and laid them across the chair. I stood in front of him dressed only in my corset, stockings and veil. Bill pulled me to him and we kissed again. I could feel the bulge in his trousers. I knew what it meant and although I was scared I wasn't going to disappoint him tonight. I excused myself and went over to the feminine suitcase that was sitting on the stand. When I opened it the first thing I saw was the peignoir set and slippers. I picked them up and went into the bathroom. It felt good to get out of the corset and be able to breathe again. I left the gaff on and slipped into the sheer gown and robe. I repaired my lipstick and walked into the bedroom doing my best to look sexy. It must have worked because there was a huge bulge in Bill's boxers. Bill had pulled the covers down on the bed and I sat on the edge. Bill stood in front of me and I knew what he wanted. I stroked the bulge through the cotton of the shorts and he let out a moan. I took the waistband of the shorts and pulled it over his manhood and down to his knees. He was massive. I have never seen a cock as big as the one I was staring at, it must have been at least fourteen inches and as big around as a D-cell flashlight. The eye at the head was leaking precum. "Nikki, I've been horny ever since I saw you in the doorway of the church. Help me! Please." So many questions were running through my head as I looked up at him, but the pleading look in his eyes and the many glasses of champagne removed my inhibitions and I wrapped my dainty hand around his swollen flesh. I slowly stroked it as I worked up the courage to taste the drop of precum. My tongue darted out and scooped the pearly droplet from the quivering eye. The taste wasn't unpleasant and I kissed the head of the monster, leaving my lip prints behind. I can't believe I am actually holding another man's cock and thinking about giving him a blowjob. I have often fantasized about giving a blowjob and even sucked a broken chair leg pretending it was a hard cock. I had even thought about going to an adult bookstore and giving some guy head through one of the glory holes in the movie stalls, but couldn't work up the courage. Now here I am seated in front of a gorgeous man who has just gone through a marriage ceremony with me as I was dressed as a lovely bride. I stopped thinking and did what I really wanted to do. I opened my mouth and let the monster in. It was as hard as steel but the flesh was like velvet. I swirled my tongue around the helmeted head and allowed Bill to push in until he reached my throat. My lips were stretched and my mouth was full of the hot shaft. I slid up and down on the pulsating shaft as I stroked the part I couldn't get in my mouth with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. I sucked and bobbed as greedily as any porn star I had seen in the Internet videos. I felt his balls tighten and, if possible, his cock got bigger in my mouth. I knew what was coming and I was ready for it. Bill groaned and a flood of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as quick as I could but even so some pushed past my lips and dribbled down my chin. The taste was salty/sweet and not at all unpleasant. I continue to lick and suck until Bill's cock became soft again. I stood and removed the robe which was now stained with the cum which had dripped from my chin. My body looked very feminine as the sheer fabric and lace concealed the seamed of the breast forms and the gaff. I lay in the middle of the bed as Bill slipped in beside me and snuggled against me. He kissed my lips and fondled my breasts as he told me how beautiful I was. My cock had been straining in its sheath all day but I didn't want to spoil the image by taking off the gaff. I raked my fingernails across Bill's manly chest and played with his nipples. My other hand was playing with his cock as it slowly came back to life. I felt so much like a woman and couldn't believe Maureen had set this up for me just for loosing a few pounds. I had never told her how far my fantasies went. She must have guessed. Before long Bill was ready to go again. He rolled me on my back and stuck a pillow beneath my ass. Now I was scared. I had fucked myself with a chair leg a few times but it was nowhere near as big as Bill's cock and I never penetrated myself more than four or five inches. Bill worked a finger into my quivering ass-pussy and stretched the hole. This finger was followed by a second as soon as I started to relax my sphincter muscle. The second finger was followed by a third as I moaned and wiggled around his fingers. He withdrew his fingers and pulled a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer. He coated his fingers and worked them into my pussy. Then he coated his monster with the lube and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I could see the quivering giant being guided towards my ass and felt it pressed against my hole. Bill pressed forward and the head of his cock began to make its way into me. "No, Bill," I screamed as the intense pain shot through my body, "you're going to tear me in half. You're too big." "Relax, Honey, the pain will go away in a minute. Just try to relax." Tears were rolling from my eyes as the monster slowly worked its way deeper into me. Bill was right, the pain did slowly begin to subside and I began to feel the fullness as he pushed it ever deeper into me. Soon I felt his balls against my ass and I knew I had taken all of his man-meat. Bill slowly withdrew the shaft until just the head remained buried in me. Again he pushed slowly forward and I moaned as I was again filled with cock. In and out like a piston of an idling engine Bill's cock worked my pussy as I squealed like a girl. Bill began to breathe heavily and his cock seemed to grow again when he made one final lunge into me and pumped his load deep into my bowels. He collapsed on top of me and we kissed hungrily. Bill made love to me one more time before we got up the next morning. I went into the bathroom and took a long shower and though about the past twenty- four hours. They had been some of the best hours of my life. I slipped into a bra and panties and dried my hair and applied my make up before leaving the bathroom. After what had happened last night I wasn't embarrassed for Bill to see me in my lingerie. As Bill showered I looked into the suitcase. Maureen had filled it with many outfits I had never seen before. Selected a light, flowery skirt and a tank top. I replaced the earrings I had worn for the wedding with two silver hoops and added a silver necklace and bracelet. I was wondering what to do about the wedding dress when Bill came out of the bathroom. "Just leave it on the chair. Maureen said she would come by later and pick it up," Bill said. We went down to breakfast and Bill held me close all the way. I must have had a well-fucked look about me because the other guests would look at me and smile I didn't care; I was a pretty bride with her new husband. After breakfast we got our bags and went to Bill's car. I wasn't able to snuggle close because of the center console, but as he drove Bill stroked my leg. We stopped at a small grocery store where they knew Bill and he introduced me as his wife. I thought at the time he was going to have trouble explaining what happened to me later. We got some supplies for our honeymoon and drove up the mountain to his cabin. It was a wonderful week. I was fucked in the woods. In the lake, on the shore, in the hammock and especially in the bed. I sucked Bill off in every one of those places too. I didn't care if someone caught us. Sunday morning we drove back to the city. Maureen was waiting for us as Bill carried my bag into the house. Only on the drive back had I began to think about how I would have to go back to being Randy and having to explain my permed hair and pierced ears. Maureen hugged me asked, "Did you have a nice time?" A tear ran down my cheeks as I said, "Maureen, I can't thank you enough. It was more than I ever dreamed of, but what am I going to do tomorrow. I'm going to look more like a girl than ever now." "Nikki, we need to talk," Maureen said seriously, "sit down." I sat on the couch and Maureen sat on one side of me and Bill sat on the other. They each took one of my hands as Maureen began, "Nikki, Bill and I have been lovers for a couple of years now, but I couldn't bear to leave you. I knew how devastated you would be. When you began to get serious about losing weight I figured out a way for the three of us to be together. Bill is bisexual and once told me how he would like to make love to a tranny. He had seen Nikki several times and I knew he was interested in her. When I explained my plan to him he was all for it. I knew you had never had a homosexual encounter before but I felt that if the circumstances were right you wouldn't object. The wedding thing was Bill's idea. He felt if he could get you alone you would be more receptive. I guess he was right." "Nikki," Bill began, "I have asked Maureen to leave you and marry me, but now I want you to be my wife and Maureen can be your sister and we can all live together." I was confused. They wanted me to remain as a woman and we would all live together. "What about my job?" I asked. "You don't have a job. I called them two weeks ago and told them you were quitting," said Maureen. "What will the neighbors say when the three of us move in together?" "Both of our houses are going up for sale tomorrow. We are going to buy one in the suburbs." "Nikki, please say yes," Maureen said. "Yes," I replied with a catch in my voice. Maureen and Bill both hugged me. Both houses were sold and we had a house built in a new development. I have been on hormones for four months now and tomorrow I go in for breast augmentation surgery so I won't have to wear the breast forms any more. Maureen is pregnant; we're not sure who the father is. She wants to continue working so when the baby comes I'm going to be a stay-at-home mom. Life is great!!!