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The Ultimate Bridal Weekend By Sheila Anne Morgan I followed the links to a new website I found: Phantasy Photography We are a full service photography studio that specializes in fetish photography. Nothing is too kinky for us. Bring us your wildest dreams and we will make them come true. Our services include, but are not limited to: Baby to pre-teen girl Schoolgirl Prom Formal Dress Maid Bride Bridesmaid Fetish clothing Lingerie Ballerina / Dance Secretary Housewife Period Costumes Ethnic Costumes Fashion Modeling Click on the above links for a list of services I have been a life-long crossdresser and had always fantasized having my picture taken in a bridal gown. So I clicked on the bride link. The site that came up gave the following options. Phantasy Photography Bridal and Wedding Page Formal wedding photographs Includes: Wedding Dress Make Up Studio Sittings CD copy of all photos taken Wedding Day Photographs Includes all of the above Plus Chapel photographs Outdoor Photographs in our private gazebo Ultimate Bridal Weekend Includes all of the above Plus Groom Maid of Honor - Best Man Mother and Father of the bride Mother and Father of the groom Minister Wedding guests Rehearsal Dinner Salon Experience Bridal Lingerie Chapel Wedding Reception Honeymoon Deluxe wedding album All reservations must be made at least six weeks in advance. Call 800-855-1020 For pricing and availability I had recently broken up with my college girlfriend when she took a job several states away. She also said she couldn't bear the thought of marrying someone who wanted to be prettier than her. I had saved several thousand dollars to take us on a nice vacation. Which now wasn't going to happen. I called the eight hundred number and was greeted by a very pleasant woman. As I stammered that I was interested in the bridal photographs she told me to relax, as they were very discrete in handling their clients information and photographs. She went into great detail on what each package contained and the cost of each. She asked some in-depth questions on how long I had been dressing and my level of experience. I began to feel comfortable talking to her and answered her questions honestly and completely. As I had saved the money and it wasn't going to be used for its intended purpose I opted for the 'Ultimate Bridal Weekend' and we set a date for six weeks from then. The address she gave me was in a large city, fifty miles away. That was good, as I didn't want anyone I worked with to find out about my crossdressing. I gave her my email address and she said she would send me a form to fill out and a link to make my down payment to. The form I received was very complete and I wondered why they needed some of the information. The red asterisks indicated it was required information so I filled everything in. Phantasy Photography Personal Information Last Name ______________ First Name _____________ MI ____ Age ___ Date Of Birth _______ Address _____________________________ City & State of birth: ___________________________ Address _____________________________ City ________________________________ State __________________ Zip ____________ Phone where you can be reached discretely _________________ Home ___ Cell ____ Occupation __________________________ Number of years at present employment ________ Highest level of education ___________________________ Major _____________________ Race _________________ Ethnic Origin ___________ Religion _________________ Sexual Orientation _______________ Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases: y ___ n ____ Have you ever had sex with a male: y ____ n ____ Feminine Name ______________________________________________________________ Height: Ft ____ In _____ Weight __________ Body type: thin ___ stout ____ muscular ____ Dress size _________ Shoe size: male ____ female ____ Have you dressed in public: y ___ n ___ Are you passable in public: y ___ n ___ Is your voice passable in public: y ___ n ___ Are your mannerisms feminine: y ___ n ___ Do you have a prominent Adam's apple: y ___ n____ How often do you dress: daily ____ several times a week ___ weekly ___ monthly ____ rarely ___ Do you use make up: y ___ n ___ How often: always ___ mostly ___ rarely ___ Are you accomplished in walking in heels: y ___ n ___ Height ___in Platforms; y ___ n ___ Do you use wigs or your natural hair: wigs ____ natural hair ____ Hair length: short ___ chin ___ collar ___ shoulder ___ mid back ____ waist ____ Hair color: blonde ___ brunette ___ auburn ____ black ____ Hobbies:________________________________________________________________________ Favorite forms of recreation:_________________________________________________________ Sports or exercize:_________________________________________________________________ Wedding Dress Style Preferred: Traditional ___ Modern ___ Vintage ___ Send one (1) full-length picture as a male Send one (1) full-length frontal picture as a female (dressed in lingerie or a swimsuit) Send one (1) full-length side picture as a female (dressed in lingerie or a swimsuit) Send one (1) full-face portrait Send completed form, pictures and 20% down payment to: Phantasy Photographs, Inc 12500 Adams Drive Myrtle Beach, SC 12345 Final payment is due no later than seven (7) days prior to your appointment. Again I wondered why they needed all of this information, but after reading their nondisclosure agreement I felt confident that the information was just to help them determine my preferences so as to be able to fulfill my dreams. I filled out the form and enclosed a check for the deposit to the address provided. The following week I received a reply. Phantasy Photography Where your dreams come true Dear Sheila, We have received and processed your personal information and deposit. We are looking forward to making all of your dreams come true on the weekend of May 23rd. Please arrive at our studios no later than noon on Friday, May 22nd to begin your transformation. You need not bring anything but what you are wearing as all of your clothing for the weekend will be provided. Per your request we have selected a traditional wedding gown for you. We ask that you be completely hairless from the neck down. A depilatory would be better than shaving, but hair regrowth will be faster with shaving if that is a concern. We also suggest that, if possible, you schedule a vacation week for the week following your weekend. We offer several packages that you may be interested in. These include shopping with a personal shopper, dinner and dancing, a day at the beach and several local tours. Of course we will take photographs for your scrapbook. Thank you again for selecting us to help you fulfill your dreams. We look forward to see you on Friday, May 22nd. If you have any questions don't hesitate to call. Sincerely, Monica Bradley The next five weeks seemed to drag and all that was on my mind was the upcoming weekend. I was more distracted than usual at work and at home I dressed at every opportunity. Finally the big day came and I covered my body with depilatory and followed the directions. Half an hour later I was stepping out of the shower completely hairless from the neck down. I had shaved my face twice even though I rarely had to shave, as my facial hair was fine and light. It was almost like a woman with a fine down of hair on her face. I looked in the mirror and imagined I saw a girl looking back at me. She had damp, collar-length, sandy-brown hair and eyebrows that were a little too bushy for a girl. I pulled on a pair of my best satin and lace panties and was thrilled at the feeling of the silky fabric as it rose up my legs. I slipped a blue golf shirt over my head and a pair of tan slacks up my legs. On my feet I wore a pair of boat shoes with no socks. I put my wallet in my pocket and took my keys. I was nervous as I backed out of the parking space because today would be the first time that anyone other than my ex-girlfriend was going to see me dressed as Sheila. I finally pulled into the parking lot of a building that looked like it had once been a hotel with inside corridors connecting the rooms. I walked up to the reception desk and introduced myself as Jerry Walsh. The receptionist looked at her list and said, "Oh yes, Sheila, I'll tell Monica you are here. Have a seat, please." I must have blushed a bright red as I took my seat. No one had ever called me Sheila before. A beautiful woman in her early thirties came out of the corridor to the right of the reception desk a few minutes later. She came over to me and extended her manicured hand to me. "Sheila, I am so glad to finally meet you. If you'll come with me we'll get started. Don't be embarrassed when someone calls you Sheila. That is the only name you will be referred to this weekend. From the minute you walked through that door you were female to us. We just need to bring out your inner beauty, that's all," She said with a smile. She led me over to a pair of elevators and pushed the up button. "The ground floor is our conventional photo studios. The upper two floors are where all of the fantasy takes place." On the second floor she led me to a room and told me to go in and take off all my clothes and put them in the bin on the table. "Then lay on the table and cover yourself with the sheet. April and Susan will be come in to begin your transformation. Relax, this is going to be a weekend you will never forget." I removed my clothes and laid on what looked to be a doctor's exam table. A minute later a cute blonde walked in the door and said, "Hi, Sheila, I'm April and this is Susan." She walked to the foot of the table and pulled out a drawer. "This is an experience that we girls are painfully familiar with, but I am sure it will be a first for you," She said as she pulled two metal contraptions from the drawer. She fit one in each side of the table and then reached under the sheet and lifted first one and then the other of my legs into the stirrups. Then she lowered the end of the table so my butt was at the very edge. The sheet still covered my legs, but I am sure she could see everything between my legs. At the same time Susan was pulling the sheet off of my chest and swabbing my chest with alcohol wipes. As I was concentrating on what Susan was doing I felt something extremely cold on my manhood. I jumped as much as my awkward position would allow and yelped. "We just have to hide this little thing away for the weekend. You see girls don't have one of these so you won't either until this is over," April said with a laugh. She next threaded my penis through some kind of elastic tube and after pushing my testicles up into my groin she glued the tube with my penis back between my legs. Meanwhile Susan was positioning a pair of very realistic breast on my chest and securing them with some kind of adhesive. April came up beside my head and placed my earlobe in some kind of device and I felt a sting as an earring stud pierced my ear. She went around the head of the bed and repeated the process on the other ear. "Don't worry, Sheila, the holes will heal in a week if you take these studs out on Sunday or Monday." April then raised the bottom of the table and lowered my legs from the stirrups. She sat me up and I looked down between two natural looking, pert breasts to see what appeared to be the shaved lips of a girls pussy. Before giving me any underwear they had me stand as they applied a spray tan to every inch of my body. When they finished it looked like I had sunbathed nude until I had a light golden tan. "There," said April, Your breasts match the rest of your body. Now if anyone happens to get a glimpse down your dress they won't be able to tell they are artificial." April handed me a pair of satin and lace, boy-shorts panties and told me to put them on. I slid them up my legs and looked at my crotch to see what appeared to be a girl's vulva under the satiny fabric. Susan handed me a matching under-wire bra that I put on and hooked behind my back. Susan helped me adjust my breasts in the cups before they had me put on a lavender smock that came to mid-thigh. With a pair of three-inch heeled mules on my feet I was led from the room and down to the next door in the corridor. This room appeared to be the stereotypical women's beauty salon. I was introduced to Cindi, who was going to be my beautician for the weekend. Cindi sat me in front of a shampoo sink and leaned the chair back until my head was over the bowl of the sink. She then shampooed and conditioned my hair before toweling it dry and taking me over to another chair where she blow-dried my hair. "Sheila, we determined that your natural hair wasn't going to give you the look we wanted for this weekend so we are going to use a wig. But before we fit you for a wig I want to cleanse your face and do your nails." Cindi reclined the chair and began to apply a cleansing mask to my face. She then covered my eyes with two slices of cucumber. "Amy is going to work on your toes while I do your hands. We are going to give you a silk wrap and a French manicure. I am sure you will be pleased with how it will make your fingers look longer and slimmer." As I relaxed under the facial mask I thought about how this weekend was starting out and how I was being pampered just like a real bride would be. I wondered if I would look like the beautiful bride I fantasized about or if I would just look like a guy in a bridal gown. I hoped that after all of the money I was spending that I would at least look good. With everything they had done so far I was sure that they were doing everything they could to fulfill my dreams. When they finished my nails it was time to remove the mask. Cindi cleaned my face and then sat the chair upright. I looked down at my hands and feet and was thrilled at how feminine they looked. Cindi had even slipped a gorgeous engagement ring on my finger. The stone was a pear-shape and looked to be about two carets. I knew it must be a cubic zirconium but it looked real. Cindi pulled my hair under a wig cap and placed a wig over my head. I could tell that it went past my shoulders and was a honey-blonde but I couldn't tell what style it was. She appeared to be gluing it down at the forehead and the nape of my neck. I guess she didn't want it coming loose or shifting during any of the photo shoots. She combed it out and then clipped it back from my face. "I am going to apply your make-up now. I will just be doing an evening make-up for the rehearsal and dinner tonight. Tomorrow morning I will do your bridal make-up. First I need to shape you eyebrows a little. Don't worry, no one will be able to tell when you go back to work." As Cindi worked on my eyebrows I could tell that her definition of a little and mine were different. It seemed like she removed quite a few hairs before she was satisfied with how they looked. As she applied the foundation she explained what she was doing and I tried to pay attention as I wanted to be able to do this on my own the next time I dressed. Other than trying to copy the looks I saw on girls online or in magazines I really had no clue how to do it right. Cindi worked quickly and efficiently and in a short while she was unclipping my hair and fluffing it. "Would you like to see what you look like?" she asked. "I can't wait," I replied. "Then stand up and turn around." I stood and slipped on the mules before turning around. The mirror reflected a lovely girl with shoulder-length hair and an angelic face. As I raised my hand to my face the girl mimicked my action with her manicured hand. "Oh my god, I'm beautiful!" I gushed. "Yes, you are," Cindi replied, "I'm sure that your groom will be pleased. Now I will take you up to your room where you can get ready for the rehearsal and Monica can start taking pictures. Cindi led me to the elevator and took me up to the next floor. She took a door key from her pocket and opened the room. As I stepped inside I saw a very feminine girls room. Even though it had once been a motel room it now looked like a girls room with an attached bath. There was a queen-size canopy bed dominating one side of the room. The closet wasn't large as the girls who would be occupying the room would not have a lot of clothes or be staying long. As Cindi walked out the door Monica came in with her camera. "Wow, Sheila, You look gorgeous. I'm sure that this weekend is really going to fulfill all of your most secret fantasies. Typically a bride does not have a photographer while she is getting ready for the rehearsal or at the rehearsal or dinner but I am sure that you will want to remember everything that happens this weekend." I removed the smock and Monica handed me a waist cinch. "You will need this as your waist is a few inches larger than we would like it and the dress will fit better with it on." She wrapped the cinch around my waist and as I held my breath she fastened the tiny hooks. She then had me slip a pair of taupe stockings up my legs and helped me attach them to the garters hanging from the waist cinch. As I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror Monica took several pictures. Then she handed me a half-slip that I pulled up around my waist. Removing a gold dress from the closet she had me put it on as she took more pictures. The dress was a wrap dress that dipped deep into my cleavage. I would not have been able to wear it if not for the breast forms adhered to my chest. The hem was just above my knees and the sleeves were three-quarter length. After more pictures she placed a delicate, gold cross and chain around my neck and sprayed my neck, cleavage, wrists and behind my knees with a sexy perfume. "Your fianc?'s name is James Bradley Kline III. Everyone calls him Brad because his father's name is the same as his. You will meet everyone else who is going to participate in your wedding ceremony including the couples that are playing your parents. Their names are Emma and Phil. You need to be comfortable with everyone you meet so the photos will look natural. Now let's get to your reception." Monica led me out of the room and down to the first floor. We walked to the end of the hall and out the door into a beautiful garden dominated by an ornate white gazebo. There were several people standing around waiting for me to arrive. Monica took me over and introduced me to everyone. There was a minister, a Best Man named Charlie and a Maid of Honor named Julie. Then I was introduced to Brad and his parents and then to my parents. I was amazed at how much Brad looked like a younger version of his father as I felt that all of these people were just here to fulfill my fantasy. The minister explained how the ceremony was going to proceed and we all took our places. Julie preceded me up the aisle and then I took my 'father's' arm and he escorted me up to the gazebo and handed me off the Brad. After the minister completed explaining the ceremony he told Brad he could kiss his bride. To my surprise Brad turned to me and pulled me close as he gave me a lingering kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash as Monica captured me surrendering to his kiss. I know I was blushing as Brad led me down the aisle and back into the building for the rehearsal dinner. We had a light dinner and sat around getting to know one another before everyone left. Brad insisted on escorting me to my room. At the door he kissed me again and told me he was looking forward to tomorrow. I watched as he walked back to the elevator. He was six foot two and very well built. Any girl would consider herself lucky to land a man like him. I was sure he must be an actor and he didn't seem to be put off by my being a crossdresser. And his kisses seemed more spontaneous and passionate that an act. Although I had never kissed a man I couldn't deny that I enjoyed his embrace and kisses. This weekend was already going far beyond my wildest dreams. As I opened the door to my room I saw that my bed had been turned down and a lovely, sheer, peach baby-doll pajama was laid out on the bed. I stripped off the dress and lingerie and slipped into the deliciously fragrant confection. I went into the bathroom and cleansed and moisturized my face as Cindi had told me. As I was standing at the sink I saw a pill and a note. The note told me that the alarm was set for eight AM and the pill would help me get a good night's sleep as Monica was sure that I wouldn't want bags under my eyes in the morning. I awoke the next morning to the incessant buzzing of the alarm. It took me a moment to realize why I was wrapped in a cocoon of nylon, lace and satin until the cobwebs cleared from my mind and I remembered that today was the day if my fantasy wedding. I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom where I had to sit to pee just like any other girl. After wiping myself I turned on the water in the tub and added a generous amount of fragrant bubble bath. Monica had told me to soak in the tub for a half an hour before dressing in a skirt and blouse I would find in the closet. Then I was to come down to the beauty salon to have my hair and make up done. I had never had a bubble bath before but soon understood why girls liked them so much as I sunk to my neck in the fragrant water. After dressing I looked in the mirror before heading out. There was no doubt that anyone would mistake me for anything but a pretty girl even though I hadn't any make up on. There was still a blush of color on my lips from the long-lasting lipstick I had worn the night before, but I had removed all of the other make up before going to bed last night. When I entered the beauty salon three of the four chairs were occupied and Cindi was waiting for me. She sat me in the forth chair and placed a cape over my shoulders. I saw that Julie, my Maid Of Honor, Mrs. Kline and Emma, my mother for today, were all in the process of having their hair and make up done. Cindi pulled my hair back in a very elegant hairdo and then sprayed it with a generous amount of spray to hold it in place. Then she started on my make up. When she finished and I saw myself in the mirror I could have graced the pages of a Cover Girl or L'Oreal ad. Maybe she was right when she said that I was too pretty to be a guy. I was floating on air as I returned to my room to get dressed. When I entered the room I found that Julie and Emma were there along with Monica who was getting ready to take pictures. Emma and Julie already had their dresses on. I stripped out of my skirt and blouse and Julie handed me a white, lace thong to put on. "Put it on," said Monica, "It'll make you feel much more feminine and the more feminine you feel the better the pictures will turn out. Don't be embarrassed, it's just us girls in the room." I slipped my panties off and slid the thong up my legs. The thin strap nestled between my ass cheeks and the tiny triangle of lace covered my ersatz pussy. Next I slipped off my bra and Emma wrapped a heavily boned corset around my body. Julie fastened the hooks in the front as Monica began snapping pictures. They had me stretch and hold onto the crosspiece of the four- poster bed as Emma pulled on the laces in the back. Just when I thought I wasn't going to be able to breath she told me to hold my breath and pulled them even tighter. Julie measured my waist and said it was twenty-two inches and Monica told her that was perfect for the dress. I then sat on the bed and Julie rolled the white, patterned silk stockings up my legs. Before she had me stand she placed a lace garter on my leg. As I stood she fastened the six garters hanging from the corset to the lacy welts of the stockings and adjusted them until the stockings were taut on my legs. Emma then spread the petticoats on the floor with the opening in the middle. I stepped into them and she and Julie pulled them up around my waist and fastened them. Next both Emma and Julie took the virgin, white wedding gown from its hanger and lifted it over my head. They carefully lowered it until it was in place. Emma began fastening the tiny pearl buttons up the back and I could tell that the dress never would have fit without the corset. Julie set the satin heels on the floor in front of me and guided my feet into them. The shoes had a four-inch heel, which I had seldom worn before. I walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at myself. The dress was strapless with a beaded lace bodice and tiered layer of pleated tulle that fell from my tiny waist to a chapel train. The pointed toes of the shoes just peeked out from under the hem as I walked. I started to get a tear in my eyes as I looked at the vision of loveliness reflected in the mirror. "Now don't start crying," admonished Monica, "or you'll ruin your make up." Emma came up behind me and placed a fine silver chain around my neck. The pendant that nestled between my breasts was heart-shaped with a large diamond. She then had me sit as she fastened the fingertip veil to my head. Monica took several more photos and then announced that it was time to go out to the garden for the ceremony. The four of us left the room and went down to the main floor and out the doors into the garden. I was amazed to see that there was a couple of dozen chairs set up and were occupied by what appeared to be a dozen couples. When Monica told me that this was the ultimate package she wasn't kidding. I could see the minister standing in the gazebo and Brad and Charlie standing just outside looking handsome in their tuxedos. A girl handed Julie and I our bouquets and Julie began to slowly walk up the aisle. It seemed like every couple had a camera and were taking pictures as she made her way to the front. As she neared the front the wedding march started playing and Phil placed my arm in his and led me up the aisle. I couldn't imagine that any bride could have been happier than I was at that moment. This was more than I could have ever dreamed of. Brad took my arm and we turned to face the minister. I could feel Julie behind me straightening my train before she stood next to me and took my bouquet. The minister went through the whole ceremony as if it were real and after Brad and I placed the wedding bands on each other's fingers he told Brad that he may now kiss the bride. Brad wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to mine. I didn't know what to do with my arms so I wrapped them around his neck as we shared a lingering kiss. We then walked down the aisle and stood at the back as all of the 'guests' congratulated us. I was kissed by all of the ladies and men as they congratulated me. After everyone but the bridal party had gone back into the building Monica said it was time to take pictures of the bridal party. She led us across the grass to a very picturesque garden. She then took pictures of me by myself and me and Brad. Next were pictures of Brad, Charlie, Julie and me. And I thought it was overkill when she took pictures of Brad's and my 'parents' with us. But I wasn't complaining as this was way more than I ever expected. Even though I didn't know any of these people, and after today I probably would never see then again, I was going to have a wedding album that was going to rival any real girl's. Monica even took pictures of my hand over Brad's showing our wedding rings and my lovely French manicure. We went into the conference room that had been set up as a reception. There was a light buffet and everyone had something to eat. Although Brad and I never got more than a bite before someone would clink their knife against their glass for us to kiss. Of course Monica was there to record it all. There was the bridal dance where I danced with Brad. As he held me close I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. It thrill me to know that I could make a man think I was so desirable, but it also scared me to think of where he wanted to put that thing. By the time we did the garter and bouquet toss and cut the cake it was late afternoon and Monica said she had one more set of pictures she wanted to take. "What is that?" I asked. "I would like to take some pictures of the wedding night. You make such a beautiful bride that it would be a shame not to have some pictures in the honeymoon suite. I know you will look lovely in the peignoir set I got for you." I looked at Brad and he nodded his head so I agreed. Monica led us up to the third floor and down the hall to a different room than I had used last night. She opened the door and stepped inside. Brad scooped me into his arms and carried me into the room as Monica snapped more pictures. Monica took more pictures as Brad unbuttoned the dress and helped me out of it. He kissed me as I stood before him dressed in my corset and stockings. Monica shooed me into the bathroom where she helped me out of the corset and had me cleanse my face and she took down my hair and brushed it out. She applied a little blush and a rose lipstick before helping me slip into a sheer, white gown with lace appliqu?s over my breasts and crotch. Over this I put on a sheer gown and slipped my feet into a pair of marabou covered four-inch mules. She left the room and I stepped through the door. Monica took my picture as I crossed the room to where Brad was standing. I was very nervous as Brad was only wearing a pair of white boxer shorts that were tented out from his powerful erection. His body was well muscled without an ounce of fat. He wrapped me in his arms and gave me a very passionate kiss as his erection pressed into my belly. He unfastened the clasp at the neck of the gown and slid it off of my shoulders. The sheer nylon material slid down my arms and puddled at my feet. Except for the lace appliqu?s I was completely exposed to the lens of Monica's camera as she continued to pose me and take pictures. For the final picture she had Brad sit on the bed and me kneel between his well-muscled legs. I was holding the waistband of his shorts and staring at the massive bulge just inches from my face. Monica snapped several pictures and then left, wishing us a good night. As the door closed I stared up into Brad's handsome face and said, "Brad, I'm not gay. This was all about me being a bride for a day and it has exceeded my wildest dreams." "Honey, every girl dreams about her wedding night and I am sure you have too. When I look down at your lovely face all I see is a very beautiful girl who vowed to be my wife. There is nothing wrong with consummating your marriage vows, as I know you have dreamed of doing. You have been kissing me passionately all day, not as a guy kissing a guy but as a wife kissing her beloved husband." "Please be gentle," I whispered shyly, as I pulled his boxers down and freed his turgid love muscle. His stiff cock hit my nose and came to rest on my lips as I pulled his underwear down his legs. I reached up and wrapped as much of my fist as I could around his cock. I tentatively kissed away the drop of precum that was leaking from the tiny slit. I heard Brad moan as my lips touched the tender flesh and he placed his hand on the back of my head. His hand was firm but not demanding as it urged me to take him into my mouth. I parted my lips and welcomed the head of his prick into the moist cavity of my mouth. With my tongue I coated it with saliva and pushed more if it in until it hit the back of my throat and began to gag. I pulled back and again kissed the tip before sliding my tongue down the shaft, tracing the vein as I went. I sucked on each of his massive balls, which elicited another moan. All the while I was jacking his shaft with my girly hand. If I though this was wrong looking at my well manicured hand wrapped around this beautiful cock made me believe that I was just another beautiful bride consummating her marriage and this was just a natural culmination of my wedding day. I was disappointed when Brad pulled away and said, "Darling, I really want to take my bride's cherry first." I looked up at him and smiled as I nodded my assent. He pulled me to my feet and slipped the gown from my shoulders. I stepped out of it and nervously slid into the bed. I was about to roll over on my stomach but Brad said he wanted to see my beautiful face as he deflowered me. He placed a pillow under my lower back before raising my legs onto his shoulders. I was staring up at his strong face as my shapely legs framed it. He lovingly worked a generous amount of lubricating gel into my virgin hole before coating his shaft. I felt his spear splitting the cheeks of my ass and pressing at the opening of my boy pussy. He paused and told me to take a deep breath before he began pressing into me. I moaned as the massive head of his organ began to open me. Just as I was about to tell him it was too painful the head popped past my sphincter and the pain began to ease. Brad rested for a moment before easing more of his cock into me with short strokes. The deeper he went the more pleasurable it became. Soon the pain turned to pleasure and I found myself rising up to meet each stroke. "Fuck me, my handsome husband," I moaned, "Fuuuck meee harder, fuuuuck meee deeper." With that Brad knew I was enjoying my first fuck and began to pull out. I clenched my muscles to keep him in me but he pulled back until just the head of his pleasure stick was captured within my pussy. He then pressed forward burying all eight inches into me. He sawed his cock in and out of my well-lubricated ass until I felt him stiffen and plunge his full length back into me. I felt his warm seed flood my bowels as I orgasmed with him. We lay together, lost in a passionate kiss, as his spent tool softened inside me. When it popped free he rolled off of me and held me in his arms as I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. I awoke the next morning feeling Brad's strong arms around me and his cock nestled into the crack of my ass. I moved my ass up and down to massage the organ that gave me so much pleasure the night before. Brad moaned and his cock began to stiffen as he came awake. He hugged me to him and kissed my cheek as he said good morning. "I think I must have awoken Junior too," I cooed. "Yeah, I think he's ready to play again if you are." "What's he waiting for?" I reached behind me and stroked Brad back to life and then guided him between my ass cheeks until he was positioned at the entrance of my pussy. Brad could feel that I was ready and wasted no time entering me. There was no pain this morning and the pleasure began immediately. I moaned as he thrust in and out of me until he again flooded me with his sperm. The orgasm I had this morning was different from any I had ever had before. It seemed to encompass my whole body instead if being centered on my still captured boy-clit. We both got out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. I guess that when they remodeled this suite they planned that there would be environmentalists using the room because the shower was big enough to throw a party in. We both showered together - - just to save water. We did make sure that we were each squeaky clean. We dried each other off and went back into the suite. "What am I supposed to do now? And what am I supposed to wear? Monica didn't tell me what was going to happen today," I said. "Your clothes and mine are in the closet," Brad said, "And as far as what you're going to do now I guess I am supposed to answer that. Get dressed and we need to talk." I took my lingerie and clothes back into the bathroom and dressed and did my make up before going back into the suite. Brad was waiting for me on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and invited me to sit. As I sat he turned to me and said, "Sheila, will you be my wife?" "Brad, you know that I'm not a real girl and I have a job to go back to next week." "I know that but I think that with the right offer you might just be willing to remain a girl. I can't imagine that anyone as pretty as you could ever be a guy." "Even if I want to remain a girl it isn't legal for two people of the same gender to marry in this state." "Legally we aren't married but you have the rings and the wedding pictures and a marriage license. No one will know we aren't married unless they do a complete background check and I don't see why anyone would ever want to do that. I hope that the last two days have fulfilled your dreams and you will remember them always. But today I hope you will fulfill my dreams. Monica and I haven't been totally honest with you. My name really is James Bradley Kline the third and Monica is my sister. I am about to make partner in my father's law firm and they think that it is time that I get married. The problem is that I am attracted to special girls like you. Monica and my parents know this and when you applied for the ultimate bridal weekend I had you checked out by a private investigator. You're not the first crossdresser he's checked for me but you have all of the qualities I have been looking for. All I ask is that you spend the week with me and make your decision then." "Brad, what about my job? What about my life?" "Be honest, Sheila, your job is going nowhere, your girlfriend left you and the only friends you have are a couple of buddies at work. Since your girlfriend left you don't have a life anymore. You have probably had more fun this weekend than you have had in years. The smile you had on your pretty face can attest to that." I hung my head when he said this because I knew that all of it was true. I agreed to spend a week with Brad and told him I would make my decision on Friday. Brad took me to breakfast and as we waited for our meal to be served I was staring at the beautiful wedding and engagement rings that adorned my pretty manicured finger. "Mrs. Kline, those are real diamonds as are the earrings and necklace you are wearing. No matter what your decision is at the end of the week they are yours to keep," Said Brad. I looked up at him in shock, as the diamonds must have cost several thousand dollars and he was giving them to me just for spending the week with him if that was my decision. "Brad, how can I refuse an offer like that? But you don't have to do that, I was going to accept anyhow." "I was pretty sure that you would and after a week I am sure that you will agree to become my wife." "Don't get your hopes up yet," I said, "That is a monstrous step that I'm not sure that I'm ready to take. I admit that I enjoy wearing women's clothes and this weekend has been a dream come true, but I have never dressed outside of my apartment and am not sure I'll be comfortable living as a woman." "Sheila, you spent the last two days as a woman and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that you were the woman you appeared to be. Yeah, everyone knew you were a guy but when they saw how you looked and how you acted there was no doubt that you were a woman. I am sure that any of my colleagues, friends or acquaintances will have no doubt that you are all woman. Monica and my mom and dad are sure that you will be the perfect companion for me." "How can they be so sure? They have only known me for a day." "Yes, but they have seen the investigators report and they will ask you to sign a prenuptial agreement which will ask for your confidentiality. But it will also give you significant protection if anything should happen to me or if we should separate by mutual agreement." "I appreciate you telling me that. I will want to see the agreement on Friday before I tell you my decision." When their food came they spent the rest of the time getting to know each other better. They found that they had many things in common even though Brad came from wealth and Sheila was raised in a middle class home. After they finished their breakfast they went to the car and Sheila asked, "So, what are we going to do now?" "I have something I want to show you." "What?" Sheila asked. "Just be patient, you'll see in a few minutes," Brad said as he headed west out of the city. Soon they came to a gated development of mini-ranches. Brad pressed a button on the dash and the gate swung open for him. After driving down several roads they came to another gate where he again pressed a button and this gate also opened. As they drove down a brick-paved drive Sheila could see a sprawling home at the end. "Who lives here?" Sheila asked. Brad looked at her and said, "I hope it will be you and I, Mrs. Kline" They stopped in front of an ornate entryway and Brad opened the door for Sheila. After unlocking the front door he scooped Sheila into his arms and carried her into the house. When he deposited her on the floor he wrapped her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss that lasted several minutes. When Brad released her she looked around the large, open living room with a floor to ceiling stone fireplace. Brad took her hand and led her past the fireplace to a formal dining room. Off of that was a kitchen, with professional appliances, that looked like it could feed an army. The open area beyond was a family room with another fireplace and a huge flat-screen television. The corridor that led off of the family room led to three spacious bedrooms and two baths. Going back into the living room Brad led Sheila to another bedroom, which he said was theirs. A king-sized bed dominated one end of the room and sitting area the other. A short hall led past two walk-in closets into a bathroom that was larger and more elegant than any Sheila had ever seen before. The floors were ceramic tile and the walls were marble. On one wall was a huge walk-in shower and next to that was a Jacuzzi tub under a window that looked out onto an enclosed garden. Walking back between the closets Brad opened one of the closets to reveal a huge walk-in closet that had a good-sized selection of dresses, skirts, blouses and pants. "Whose clothes are these?" I asked. "They're yours," Brad replied. "Mine? How did you know what size to get?" "You wear the same size as Monica and she bought them for you. If they don't fit or you don't like them she can take them back or keep them herself. But we knew that even if you were only going to be a girl for a week you were going to need more than just the dress you have on." "What if I don't want to stay here?" "Then Monica will have them moved to the room at the studio and you can go on with your week just like you planned." "Do you want to stay with me or go back?" I smiled up at him and said, "Of course I want to stay here." "That's good because my parents are planning to have us over to dinner tonight." "I can't meet your parents! Do they know about me?" "You already met them at the wedding. You also met my aunt and uncle and cousin Jimmy. My parents at the wedding were Monica's and my real parents. The couple that played your parents are my Uncle Phil and Aunt Emma. My cousin was your Maid of Honor, Julie." "Brad, this is getting too weird." "Not really, Jimmy has been transitioning to Julie for a couple of years now. And my family has known my fondness for shemales since I was in college. Because of the prominence of my dad and uncle's law firm they would rather I have a shemale living as my wife than having me pick up one in some bar. Some of our clients may not react well to that kind of a scandal." Brad led Sheila out back where he had a small stable with two horses. He fed the horses as he asked, "Do you like to ride?" "I have never ridden a horse before," Sheila replied. "We'll have to correct that this week." "What time are we supposed to go to your parents?" "In about two hours," Brad said as he looked at his watch. "I need to get changed." "You look fine." "Brad, a girl can't meet her in-laws without looking her best!" Sheila and Brad went back inside where Sheila went into the closet and selected a satin, navy dress with a scooped neckline and a matching pair of heels. She looked in the lingerie chest in the bedroom and found a navy blue, satin and lace bra and panty set with a matching garter belt. She changed her white set for the navy and then sat on the bed a rolled a smoky pair of nylons up her legs. After slipping the dress over her head she freshened her make up and went into the living room to find Brad. Brad let out a low wolf whistle as Sheila walked into the room. "You certainly know how to make a first impression." "I take it you approve?" Sheila said as Brad led her out the door. Brad's parents' house was a large southern plantation house set amid a lushly landscaped yard. Sheila noticed that there were several cars parked on the large circular drive and wondered who else had been invited. When they entered the foyer Brad's father and mother, who embraced her warmly, greeted them. Brad's mother told Sheila how lovely she looked and Sheila blushed at the compliment. In the living room were Monica, Julie, Charlie, Emma and Phil. Sheila learned that Charlie was Monica's husband and a member of the law firm. After Brad's father, Jim got them all drinks they sat and talked until his mother, Adrienne said that she had to get the dinner ready. Monica, Emma and Julie got up to help her. Sheila followed them as she felt it was her place to be with the women. Sheila helped Julie place the food on the table and make sure that everyone had drinks before they sat down. Sheila sat between Brad and Julie and across from Monica and Charlie. Everyone carried on a lively conversation and made sure to include Sheila. She found them to be very fun loving and open. After dinner Sheila helped the women clear the table and do the dishes before they went into the living room and joined the men. At ten o'clock they left after Sheila accepted an invitation to join Monica and Julie for a girl's afternoon out the next day. Arriving back at Brad's house Sheila pulled Brad back into the bedroom and as they embraced she unbuttoned his shirt and then unfastened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Brad stepped out of his shoes and Sheila had him sit on the bed. She began removing her clothes in a slow, sexy strip tease as she watched his underwear rise in appreciation of her efforts. When all of her clothes were strewn around the room she glided over to him dressed only in her heels and stockings. She put her hands on his knees and lowered herself between his legs. As she reached for the waistband of his boxers Brad said, "Sheila, you don't have to do this." "Brad, who paid for this fantasy weekend. This is my fantasy so just sit back and enjoy." Sheila pulled the boxers down Brad's muscular legs and was face to face with his erect cock. She wrapped her feminine hand around the base as the tip of her tongue wet her lips. Guiding the head to her lips she planted a wet kiss on the tip before taking him in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head. She could feel his cock twitch and grow under her tongue's ministrations. She released him from her mouth and guided her tongue down the underside to his balls. Taking the right one into her mouth she bathed it with her tongue as she fondled the left one. After a few minutes she switched and then kissed her way up to the head of his cock as she stroked the shaft with her hand. She looked up into his handsome face and saw the ecstasy there and knew she was pleasing him. She opened her mouth and took him in until she felt herself starting to gag. She then wrapped her lips around the shaft and began to bob her head as she rose up and down his love pole. Brad was moaning as the cum boiled in his balls and he could feel his orgasm nearing. He tried to pull Sheila's head from his cock before he exploded into her mouth but Sheila grabbed his butt and increased her bobbing and sucking as the warm, salty fluid filled her mouth. Brad could feel her swallowing as she tried to keep up with his ejaculation. As his cock shrank Sheila sucked the last of his cum and licked him clean. She released the spent organ from her mouth and licked her lips to capture any remaining cum. Then she got to her feet and gave Brad a kiss on the cheek before going into the bathroom where she removed her make up, brushed her teeth and donned a sheer, candy-apple red baby-doll pajama set she found in the lingerie chest. Back in the bedroom she slipped under the covers and cuddled with her naked lover. After several minutes of kissing and fondling, Brad's manhood began to revive. He used his fingers to prepare Sheila's pussy as she smeared the lubricant over his cock. Brad rolled Sheila onto her back and removed her panties before lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders. Sheila positioned his sword at the entrance of her girly sheath as Brad pressed forward. Tonight there was no pain as the massive tool spread her sphincter muscle. Sheila smiled up at Brad and moaned as he filled her. She felt his balls against her cheeks as he buried himself in her. Brad began to withdraw his cock until only the head was captured behind her sphincter muscle. Sheila felt empty as the massive organ withdrew and raised her hips from the bed to try to force it back into her. Brad reversed his motion and drove into her. They continued their horizontal dance as Sheila moaned with pleasure and Brad's cock swelled and spurted his seed into her bowels. The next morning after breakfast Brad took Sheila horseback riding along the trails around development. Her fear of being astride the large animal was soon dispelled as she found the mare named Buttercup to be very gentle and well trained. At eleven they returned to the house where Sheila prepared for her afternoon with Monica and Julie. As she was leaving she asked Brad if she could see the agreement she was expected to sign when she returned and he agreed to have it. Sheila met Monica and Julie at the restaurant and they had a leisurely lunch during which they mostly discussed Julie's transformation and how the family accepted her. Julie suggested that if Sheila wanted she would get her an appointment with her doctor and psychologist. Monica asked if Sheila was going to stay with Brad and Sheila told her that the offer was appealing but that she wanted to see the agreement he wanted her to sign first. Monica said that she had seen it and that it was a very good deal for her and only asked for her confidentiality about Brad's and her relationship to protect the reputation of the law firm. Monica told me that Cindi was free on Thursday morning if I had decided to remain as Sheila and wanted her help to make the changes more permanent. I told her that I would be there. That evening Brad took me to dinner and then we returned home to review the agreement. It was as Monica said very lucrative for me as I would get a very large sum of money if the union were broken by mutual agreement. And other than my confidentiality I had no other obligations. I told Brad I needed to think it over before I signed. The next two days were spent sightseeing and getting to know each other. Of course sex was a major activity each night and morning. It seemed like neither of us could get enough sex and by Thursday morning I had made up my mind about staying. As I left for my appointment with Cindi on Thursday morning I took the agreement with me. When I arrived at the studio I asked Monica and Cindi if they would be witnesses as I signed the agreement. They were both thrilled at my decision and readily agreed. Then Cindi led me back to the room where I had first been transformed and told me to undress. She said that it was time to remove the breast prosthetics and the cache sex and let my skin breathe before putting them back on. She removed them and rubbed a lotion on them. Then she gave me a pair of panties and a robe and led me to her salon. As she removed the wig and cap I told her I would like to do something with my hair so I didn't have to wear the wig all of the time. I told her I liked the color and style but knew my hair wasn't as long as the wig. Cindi said, "Sheila, we can color your hair to match the wig and I can cut it in a style that eventually will be the same as the wig." "That would be great." Cindi laid the chair back over the sink and shampooed my hair before massaging in the color. When the color had set she rinsed my hair and placed a cap over it. She proceeded to pull bunches of hair through the holes in the cap and colored them a lighter shade than the rest of my hair. After this had set she rolled my hair into perm rods and gave me a body perm. She said that this would give my hair more volume and make it easier to manage. As I sat beneath the dryer Amy came over and filled and redid my nails. I really liked the French manicure she had done for the wedding and wanted to keep it. When my hair had dried I was led back to Cindi's chair and she removed the rods and combed my hair out. I could tell that there was more volume. She told me she was going to style it and trim some of the split ends. Cindi finished and turned the chair to face the mirror. I was thrilled! My hair was in a straight, collar-length bob that curled under slightly and framed my face beautifully. She had given me bangs, which just touched my eyebrows that she had thinned even more now that I had agreed to remain a girl. When I arrived back at Brad's house he couldn't say enough about how pretty I looked. He had spent the afternoon fixing dinner and we sat across the table from each other savoring the grilled salmon and vegetables and sipping our wine. He told me how happy he was that I had agreed to live with him as his wife and promised to make me the happiest girl in the world. The next morning I called my boss and told him I quit and he could just trash any personal items in my cubicle. Then Brad and I went to my furnished apartment and collected all of my personal belongings. We stopped at a local charity shop and donated all of the clothes and other things I no longer wanted or needed. Cast of Characters Jerry Walsh / Sheila Monica Bradley - Owner Phantasy Photography Charlie Bradley - Monica's Husband / Best Man / Lawyer April - Beautician at PP Susan - Beautician at PP Cindi - Beautician at PP Amy - Beautician at PP James Bradley Kline III / Brad - Husband - Monica's Brother - Lawyer James Bradley Kline II / Jim - Monica and Brad's Father Adrienne Kline - Monica and Brad's Mother Julie / Jimmy - Maid of Honor - Brad and Monica's Cousin Phil Kline - 'Father' of the Bride - Brad and Monica's Uncle Emma Kline - 'Mother' of the Bride - Brad and Monica's Aunt