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Please read 'The Ultimate Bridal Weekend I' to make sense of this story. The Ultimate Bridal Weekend II - Life Goes On By Sheila Anne Morgan Saturday and Sunday Brad and I spent time getting to know each other better. This included lots of sex and cuddling. Brad taught me to saddle and take care of the horses and we spent many hours on the trails near our property. We learned that we both enjoyed cooking and shared the duties of fixing meals. On Sunday night we limited our sexual escapades, as Brad had to return to work the next day. The next morning I slipped quietly from the bed and dressed before Brad awoke. I liked the way my hair was so easy to manage with the perm Cindi had given me. I was in the kitchen fixing breakfast when Brad came in a half hour later. He came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek as he said, "That smells good! I can get used to this." I put his eggs and sausage on a plate and poured him a cup of coffee as he sat down. "Brad, we need to pick up my car from the studio. I don't have anything to drive and I will have to get a driver's license that reflects the new me." I said. "That reminds me, give me your birth certificate and social security card. I will work on getting your identity changed today and I'll have someone bring your car here." I got up and went to the box of stuff we brought from the apartment and got Brad my birth certificate and social security card. Brad kissed me good-by and said he would be home around six o'clock. Several hours later someone called from the front gate and told me they had my car. I gave them the security code and a few minutes later a champagne collored Lincoln MKX pulled into the drive followed by another Lincoln. "Where's my Focus?" I asked the man in the suit that was walking towards the front door. "Mrs. Kline, I'm Steve and this is Greg. We're from the Ford and Lincoln dealer. Mr. Kline had us pick up a Focus as a trade on your new Lincoln. Let me show you some of the features of your new car." I walked out to the car as he opened the door and had me sit behind the wheel. He got in the passenger side and went over all of the controls and features of the car. He said he wasn't going to show me the engine, as he was sure that I had no desire to see it. I thought that as pretty condescending of him, but I guess most women probably would have no desire to look under the hood. The car had keyless ignition and a sunroof along with all of the other bells and whistles they could put on the car. When he finished he handed me the package with the owner's manual and the two fobs that controlled the doors and ignition, the he and Greg got in the other car and left. I stood next to the car stunned that this was now my car. A couple of weeks ago I was wondering if I could keep my Focus running for another year so I would have a good down-payment on a new car. Now I was given a car that was beyond my wildest dreams of ever owning. I ran inside and dialed Brad's office. When the receptionist answered I asked for Brad. "May I tell him who's calling?" said the cheerful voice on the other end of the line. "Tell him it's his wife." I replied. "Oh, hi Mrs. Kline, I'm Bethany, the receptionist, I'll put you through to his private line. Just a minute, please." When Brad picked up the phone I said, "Where's my car?" "They should have delivered it by now." "That's not my Focus. That's some rich lady's car." "Yeah! That rich lady is you. What's the matter don't you like it? I didn't know you were so attached to that old beater. But I can't have my wife driving around in a car I'd be embarrassed to have the lawn guy drive. Don't you like it?" "It's perfect!" I squealed, "I love it and I love you." "If you go out driving, be careful, you'll have a hard time explaining your driver's license if you get pulled over, but I'm working on that. I love you, too. I got to go now. I'll see you tonight." After parking my new MKX in the garage, between where Brad parks his black MKS sedan and the black Ford F350 dually, I sat in the great room with the owner's manual and began familiarizing myself with all of the operations of the MKX. As I thought of driving such a luxurious vehicle my mind wandered to the turns my life had taken in the past two weeks. Two weeks ago I had been dreaming of a fantasy weekend dressed and pampered as a blushing bride, knowing that this week I would have to go back to my mundane existence as an account manager. Now I was 'married' to a wealthy lawyer that wanted a shemale as a wife. Not only that, his family accepted me and made me feel welcome as a member of their family. It was like I had won the lottery and hadn't even bought a ticket. Brad didn't want me to work, but I couldn't see myself sitting around the house all day. Feeding and caring for the horses and doing the housework for the two of us was not going to make me feel a sense of accomplishment. Every crossdresser dreams of being married and having a man who loves her and cherishes her, just as every lottery player dreams of winning the big one. Now my dreams had more than come true and this was going to be my life. The sex had been incredible, even better than I could have dreamed of. Brad was tender and loving and had given me orgasms without even touching me. He had showered me with expensive gifts asking only for my love in return. My heart was saying that this was right, but my mind was questioning if this was truly right. I guess that I could do this for a year and walk away wealthy if it didn't work out, but my heart was saying I could spend a lifetime with this man and his family. I needed to clear my mind so I went out to the stable and fed and brushed the horses before letting them out to graze. When I finished with the horses it was time to start dinner. I found some chicken in the refrigerator and after setting a table outside I grilled the chicken and some vegetables at the outdoor kitchen. As Brad came into the house I greeted him with a passionate kiss and we grabbed a couple of beers and sat at the hi-top table as we discussed the day's events. Later that evening Julie called and asked if she could come over in the morning. I assured her that I would love to have her company and she said she would be here around ten o'clock. The next morning Julie showed up at ten. I was dressed in a tight pair of jeans with knee-high riding boots. My blouse was a fuchsia camp shirt. She complemented me on my outfit and make up. After I got us both a soft drink we went out to the patio and sat in the shade. Julie said, "Monica asked me to stop by and see if you have any questions or need help with anything. I can see that you have good taste in clothes and seem to be comfortable with make up." "Well, I have Monica to thank for the clothes, she bought a good, basic selection of clothes for me. And Cindi taught me a lot that I didn't know about using make up. Brad always compliments me on the way I look but he may be too polite to complain." "No, you have a good sense of style and you don't overdo your make up as some new girls tend to do. There are a few things you may want to know about." "Such as what?" I asked. "Well you might want to make an appointment with my therapist and endocrinologist. Doctor Amber Springer is excellent and very discreet, which I am sure you know Brad's father and my dad expect. Dr. Denise Bell can get you hormones to give you a womanlier figure. Also Cindi knows someone that does laser hair removal." Those are all things I wanted to ask you about. My beard is very light and I usually only have to shave twice a week but I would like to not have to worry about it at all and at least get rid of some hairs on my chest and stomach. Hormones are something I have been considering. How long did it take for you to grow your breasts?" Or are they implants?" " My breasts are all natural. They are a B-cup now and probably won't get much larger. Its taken most of a year to get to this point. If you were to start now I'm sure you would look great in a bikini next summer." After Julie made an appointment with both doctors for Friday I suggested we go out for lunch, as there was not much in the house. Julie thought that was a great idea and said, "I know a quaint little bistro not far from here where we can sit on the patio. We can take my car." "No, I want to take my new car. I haven't had a chance to drive it yet." "You got a new car?" "Yeah, wait until you see it. Brad had it delivered yesterday and I only drove it as far as the garage. I think he is trying to spoil me." I led Julie into the garage and pressed the button to open the door. "That's just like my mom's car except hers is burgundy." "That's what I told Brad that it looks like it belongs to a rich old lady." "Hey! My moms not that old. She's just forty-eight." "I'm just kidding, I love it." As I sat in the seat the mirrors and the seat adjusted themselves to the settings that were programmed to my remote fob. I pressed the button marked start and backed out of the garage. Julie directed me to the bistro. The hostess seated us at an umbrella-shaded table and soon a waiter came and asked, "What can I get you ladies to drink?" We both ordered sweet tea and picked up our menus. "What do you recommend for a girl who's watching her weight?" I asked. "The watercress salad with the low-cal house dressing is very good." Julie replied. When the waiter returned with our drinks we both ordered the salad. Julie said, "Cindi has a contact that does laser hair removal. She is very discrete and can do everything you want in one day." "That sounds good. Maybe we can stop at the studio after lunch and talk to her. I'd like to show Monica and Cindi my new car anyhow." While they ate Julie pointed out some of the things she felt I should know about being a girl in transition. At the Studio I showed Monica and Cindi my new car and they were very impressed. Then I asked Cindi if she could call the girl she knew, that did laser hair removal and get me an appointment. She called and told me that she could take me on Thursday. I agreed to be there at eight o'clock. That night at dinner I told Brad everything Julie and I had done and asked if it was okay with him. "I want you to do whatever you are comfortable with. I am so happy that you agreed to be my wife and I want whatever makes you happy." Brad said. "Brad, I am happier than I ever dreamed I could be and if you said you didn't want me to change a thing I would be happy with that too. I know that you married me because I am a special girl and I will never change that unless you tell me to, but I think we would both be happier if I was a bit better endowed up top. And because of your family's prominence in the community I know it is important that I always appear to be one hundred percent woman. So a little bit of cleavage would help. I have become pretty adept in hiding my clit and I don't plan on being naked in front of anyone so that shouldn't ever be a problem." I told him. "That sounds fine. It would be nice to have something to hang onto as I screw your tight, little pussy." He replied laughing. Thursday morning I went to my appointment at the clinic where they did laser hair removal. I was surprised at how easy and painless it was to have my beard removed and the hairs on my hands and fingers. I was so pleased that I took the girl's suggestion and made an appointment for the following week to have my legs and arms done along with any other offensive hairs on my body. Friday Julie came over to take me to my appointments with Dr Springer and Dr Bell. Dr Springer was a petite woman in her early fifties. She invited Julie into her office with me as she explained everything involved in transitioning from male to female. I listened and asked questions but did not tell her I had no intentions in going all the way with my transition. She had me make an appointment for the following week before I left. Dr Bell looked to be in her early forties and seemed very professional as she gave me a thorough examination. She told me she would start me on female hormones and testosterone blockers and see how my body reacted before recommending any cosmetic surgery. She told me that the hormones and testosterone blockers would probably make me impotent in less than a year. I told her that I understood and didn't feel that would be a problem. She gave me a shot and a prescription for the medications and told me to come back in two weeks and call her if I had any reactions to the medications. Julie and I stopped for lunch before dropping off the prescriptions. I really enjoyed Julie's company and she was becoming a good friend. When we got home we changed into our riding clothes and saddled the horses and rode the trails for the rest of the afternoon. I asked her to stay for dinner and we grilled some steaks and potatoes before Brad got home. As we ate dinner I mentioned to Brad that I couldn't see myself as a lady- of-leisure and felt that I should be doing something other than housework and caring for horses all day. Julie spoke up and said, "Sheila, Brad's and my mothers are very active in several charities and the historical society. I'm sure they would be happy to have you join them. The charities are always looking for more help and the historical society organizes many events during the year. It would be a great opportunity to meet other women in the community." "That sounds like a great idea! If I'm going to be made a partner its fitting that my wife should be active in the community." Said Brad. "But I don't know how to interact with high-class women." I whined. "Honey, I'm sure that Mom and Aunt Emma will guide you. All you have to do is be your charming, beautiful self. I'll give Mom a call after dinner and see what she thinks." Brad said True to his word Brad called his mother after dinner and asked her I she would get me involved with some of her charities and the historical society. She thought it was a good idea and asked to speak with me. "Honey, I would love to get you involved. I think you would fit right in and it would be good for Brad's image. We are getting a lot of younger women and is time for some of old fogies to move aside and let the next generation take over." "Mom," I laughed, "you are definitely not an old fogy. But it sounds like something I would like to be involved in." "Great, we're a luncheon meeting on Monday for our Feed The Families charity. Do you want to meet me there or should I pick you up?" "I can drive. Brad says we are meeting at Monica and Charlie's for a barbecue on Sunday so I can get directions then. I'm looking forward to it. We'll see you on Sunday." I turned to Brad and Julie and said, "They are having a luncheon for Feed The Families on Monday and she invited me to come with her. I told her I would get directions from her on Sunday at the barbecue. Saturday morning I called Monica. "Monica, Brad tells me we are coming over to your house for a barbecue. What can I bring tomorrow?" "Just bring yourselves. I think I have everything I need." She replies. "My mother had a couple of good desert recipes. How about if I make something for dessert?" "That would be fine, Sheila." "Okay, we'll see you tomorrow." I hung up and told Brad we had to go to the grocery store to get some things for tomorrow's dessert. He got up from the breakfast table and got dressed. I was already dressed in yellow shorts and a flower-print top. Brad took me to one of the stores that sold natural and organic foods. Living on a budget I had never shopped in one of these stores, as the prices were generally higher. I was amazed at the variety they sold and the cost of the products. Brad told me that his mother and sister told him that the food was healthier than what you bought in the regular supermarkets. I was able to find the items on my list and we roamed the aisles looking for things for our weekly meals. Shopping with Brad gave me an idea of what he liked and didn't like to eat. We ended up spending almost two hundred dollars and filled the back of my car. When we got home it took an hour to put everything away, but the refrigerator and pantry now looked like someone actually lived in the house. Sunday Brad and I loaded my desserts into my car and we drove over to Charlie and Monica's house. They lived on a small lake. Their two-story house had a walkout basement with a large, covered deck off of the first floor. Monica had already set the large patio table for nine as Brad and I carried the desserts into the kitchen. As I set the dish down Monica came over and hugged me and told me how delicious they looked. I complimented her on her lovely house and d?cor. Brad went out on the patio where Charlie was getting the fire going in the grill. I asked Monica what I could do to help and she handed me an apron and asked me to fix the vegetable tray. "How does it feel to be a married woman?" Monica asked. "Its beyond my wildest dreams!" I replied. "I'll bet it is." "I always planned on getting married, but I figured I'd be on the other side of the fence." "Do you have any regrets?" she asked. "Are you kidding? These past three weeks have been awesome, your brother is fantastic and we have so much in common. We like the same sports teams and quiet walks. He treats me like a queen, no pun intended." I laugh. Just then Monica's mom and dad walk in. "Hello, girls," she says, "Who made these scrumptious desserts?" "Sheila made them, Mom. Don't they look delicious?" Adrienne comes over and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as I blush at the compliments, and then does the same to Monica as Brad's father says hello and goes out on the patio. Seeing that Monica and I have everything under control Adrienne takes a seat at the counter and says, "Sheila asked me to get her involved in some of our charitable work and the Historical Society. She thinks she's going to get bored doing housework." Monica turns to me and says with a laugh, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into. Once these ladies get their hooks into you you're not going to have to worry about keeping busy. The only thing that saves me is having the studio. I can beg off saying I need to work. Once they find out that you don't work you will be the chairperson of every committee that comes along if you don't learn to say no." As we chatted Uncle Phil, Aunt Emma and Julie came in. Julie ran over to me and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek and then changed places with Aunt Emma and gave Monica a hug and kiss. Aunt Emma came to me with a hug and a kiss. I was beginning to see that the women in this family always greeted each other this way and I wasn't adverse to it even though I could never remember the women in my family ever doing it. Julie picked up the bowl of potato salad and carried it out to the patio as I took the vegetables and set them on the table where the men were seated. Charlie was tending the steaks as Monica set the corn on the table. Monica said, "Everyone grab a seat. I think everything is ready." I sat next to Brad and Julie sat next to me. The table was a large, octagonal table with a lazy susan in the middle. This allowed us to carry on a conversation without yelling. There was a lot of kidding going on and I wasn't left out, but I gave as good as I got and it was all in good fun. After dinner the men took their beers and sat around the fire-pit as we women cleaned up and sat in the family room. Adrienne, Monica and Emma told me about the different activities the charities and Historical Society were involved in. It really seemed like they worked hard for the different organizations. They said they were looking forward to me joining them. Monica noticed me shiver and said, "Sheila, are you cold? Would you like me to get you a sweater?" "If you don't mind, I am a little chilly." I replied. Monica went to her bedroom and returned with a pretty, blue, knit sweater that she draped over my shoulders. I looked at the sweater and asked, "This is a beautiful sweater, where did you get it?" "Mom made it for me." Monica replied. "That is so neat. I wish I could be able to do something like that." "I would be glad to teach you, it's not hard to learn." Adrienne said. "Really! I would love to learn. Maybe I could make Brad a sweater for Christmas." "That may be a bit much for your first project, but it's possible." Monday I dressed in a pink, green and white floral print skirt and a lime green, short-sleeved blouse. I wore three-inch heeled open-toed, white pumps and changed to a white purse before leaving for the restaurant where I would meet the women from the charity. As I entered the room where the luncheon was to be held Adrienne and Emma gave me hugs and kisses and then Adrienne took me around the room and introduced me as her daughter-in-law and a prospective new member. I was pleased to see that there were several younger women present as I thought Monica and I would be the only ones. After a light lunch the president got up and had me stand as she introduced me to the group. Adrienne stood up and said she was going to get me involved with her committee working on the fall fashion show After the meeting was over and everyone was getting ready to leave, Monica came over to her mother and said, ?Mom, do you think you should take Sheila over to see Savanna about a dress for the Historical Society Ball.? ?That?s right!? said Adrienne, ?If she is going to be a member of the Historical Society she will need a gown. Do you have time to go this afternoon, Sheila?? ?I don?t have anything planned until dinner.? I replied. ?Good! You can drop your car off at my house and we?ll go see Savanna. She makes the most gorgeous period dresses.? I followed Adrienne to her home and left my car in the driveway. We drove to a nice colonial home and Adrienne introduced me to Savanna. She invited us into her studio where she had me stand on a pedestal and took my measurements. Next she pulled out an album and showed Adrienne and I pictures of hundreds of civil war era dresses. Adrienne and I finally decided on an off-the-shoulder gown with short, puffy sleeves and a ruffled covered sweetheart neckline. The material we selected was a blue satin with a blue and white ruffle. I would wear petticoats that would bell out the skirt and a corset to nip in my waist to give me an hourglass figure. Savanna said she would get me all of the accessories to go with the dress and a wig styled in sausage curls to cover my short hair. As it would take her six weeks to make the dress, she said she could easily have it in time for the Ball. As we left Savanna?s home Adrienne asked, ?Would you like to go to the fabric store and look at some yarn and patterns?? ?That would be great! I really think I would enjoy learning to knit if you would teach me.? I replied. ?If you don?t have any plans for tomorrow we can start then.? ?Great! I?ll come over after I feed the horses.? We looked at patterns and finally decided I should start on something small and simple. Adrienne thought baby booties and a blanket would be a good start. We took the pattern and selected a blue yarn as Adrienne told me that one of the girls in the Feed The Families group was expecting a boy and they would make a nice shower gift. The next morning I went to Adrienne?s house and we sat in the family room and she showed me how to knit and follow the pattern. It didn?t take long to learn the simple stitches for the blanket. That evening when Brad came home I was sitting on my oversized chair and knitting the blanket. Brad came up behind me and gently kissed my ear. ?What are you making?? he asked. ?Your mother is teaching me to knit. I?m making a baby blanket.? ?My god! Are you pregnant already?? I looked up at him and smiled, ?I?m sure that if I could be I would be with all the baby batter you?ve deposited in my oven. But this is for one of the girls in the Feed The Families charity. She is expecting a boy.? ?Whew, that?s a relief. I thought I was going to have to redecorate the bedroom.? Brad laughed. ?Get the wine, Turkey, dinner should be ready. After dinner we can go to bed and see about working on that baby you?re so anxious to have.? As it worked out we did not go right to bed after dinner, but we did spend an awful lot of time on the couch necking and petting. By the time we got to the bedroom Brad was ready. I crawled between his legs and worked my newfound skills at fellatio. I am finding I can control him with my mouth or when I mount him cowgirl style better than the missionary or doggy style where he is in complete control. As I feel him nearing an orgasm I can slow him down and get him begging for release. Also by giving him a blow-job first it prolongs his second orgasm and doubles my pleasure. That is not to say that Brad is not a loving or caring partner. It is just that his little head takes over for his bigger head. Needless to say, we were both well satisfied by the time I cuddled against his chest and fell asleep. The next couple of weeks were pretty much the same as I continued with my doctor?s appointments and got good reports on my reactions to the medications. I went back to the laser clinic and had the rest of the hair removed from my body except for a small patch above my ?clitty?. After finding some deficiencies in the size of my wardrobe, Julie showed me the joys of shopping as a woman and I increased the amount of closet space I occupied and decreased Brad?s bank account. Brad?s mom took me to Lynnette?s Fine Fashions and introduced me to Lynnette, Mom?s friend that was putting on the fashion show for the charity, She took my measurements and told me that, along with Adrienne and Monica, I was going to be one of the models in the fashion show in two weeks. Lynnette said, ?I have several things picked out I would like you and Adrienne to try on to make sure they fit. There are going to be six of you modeling and you each will be wearing six different outfits.? In looking around the store I noticed that except for a selection of pantsuits everything was formal or business dresses. There was nothing casual in the store. Lynnette led me to a dressing room where she hung the six outfits on a hook and left me to change. I removed my skirt and blouse and took the first dress off of the hanger. This was pretty, cranberry, mini cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and a shawl. The skirt had a ruffle down the left side and came to mid-thigh. I had worn a long-line bra that had removable straps. This hid my slight tummy bulge and allowed me to remove the straps. When I stepped out of the dressing room Lynnette looked me over and said, ?I see you have ?boy? hips.? When she saw the look on my face she laughed. ?I mean you don?t have the wide hips that most girls have. But don?t worry, I something to fix that.? She walked away and returned with a padded girdle that had hip and fanny pads. ?Here, put this on and try the dress on again.? I took the girdle back into the dressing room and put it on. When I smoothed the dress down I saw how much better it looked. I stepped back out into the store and Lynnette told me that it looked so much better now. Adrienne walked out with the one of the dresses she was going to wear and said, ?Honey, that dress looks very pretty on you.? I blushed and said, ?Thanks, Mom, you look very pretty too.? We tried on all of the rest of the dresses we were going to wear at the fashion show and found that they were all going to look alright on us. Our next stop was to Savanna?s house where she told us the dress she had made was ready for the final fitting. Mom helped me change into the dress to avoid any embarrassment because of my breast forms. The dress came up high enough to cover the seams of the breast forms and looked very natural. The waist seemed tight but I assured Savanna that I was determined to lose a few pounds and it would not be a problem. She pinned the hem and told us it would be finished next week. We stopped for lunch and Mom asked, ?Honey, are you having any regrets about your decision to stay with Brad?? ?No, none at all. Brad is such a nice guy I don?t think a girl could ask for a better husband. He and I are more compatible than my girlfriend and I were. We both seem to like the same things.? I replied. ?I?m glad to hear that. His father says that he can?t stop talking about you at work. I?m so glad you both are happy.? ?What girl wouldn?t be happy having a fairytale romance and marrying her handsome prince?? ?Just remember that there will be thorns among all those roses.? ?We understand that but we are determined to work through them and survive.? ?I can?t tell you how happy I am to hear that.? After we finished our lunch, Adrienne asked if it would be alright if we stopped at the law office as she had something to drop off to Brad?s father. ?Of course.? I replied, ?I?d like to see where Brad works.? We drove to a large, one-story, brick building on a well-landscaped piece of property. Adrienne asked if I wanted to wait in the car. ?No, I?d like to come in if you don?t mind.? I replied. As we walked in there was a large waiting room with a large curved receptionist area. The pretty blonde behind the desk looked up and said, ?Good afternoon Mrs. Kline, you can go right back, He?s expecting you.? I walked up to the reception desk and extended my hand as I said, ?Hi, Bethany, I?m Sheila Kline. We talked on the phone a couple of weeks ago.? Bethany ignored my hand and ran around her desk and embraced me and kissed me on the cheek. ?Hello, Mrs. Kline, it is so nice to finally meet you.? I stepped back and said, ?Bethany, I?m Sheila.? And turned around and pointed to my mother-in-law and said, ?That?s Mrs. Kline over there. I?m Sheila.? It?s going to be too confusing if you call every woman that comes through the door Mrs. Kline.? ?Okay, Sheila, I?ll remember that.? She replied. ?Mrs. Kline will show you where Brad?s office is.? As we walked out of the reception area Adrienne said, ?Honey, you just made a friend for life. I?m sure all of the girls here thought you would be stuck-up being married to the son and nephew of the partners.? ?Mom, I understand how prestigious Brad?s position is here, but I?m sure that most, if not all, of the women here are older than I am and I don?t want then to see me as being better than they are.? ?Sheila, that is very admirable. It will go a long way towards endearing you to them. Let me introduce you to Brad?s PA.? Brad?s Personal Assistant was a pretty woman in her middle thirties. ?Janice, this is Brad?s wife, Sheila, she would like to speak to Brad if she could.? Janice came around the desk and hugged and kissed me on the cheek. ?It?s so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Kline, Brad has told us so much about you.? ?I?ll bet some of it was true too. Janice, like I told Bethany, please call me Sheila. There are too many Mrs. Klines around here already.? ?Of Course, Sheila.? She smiled, ?Let me tell Brad you?re here.? Janice picked up the phone and pressed the intercom. ?Brad, your wife is here.? A moment later he came out in his shirtsleeves and pulled me into his arms and gave me a passionate kiss. Then he turned to his mother and said, ?Oh, hi Mom.? As he kept me pressed tight to his side. ?I have to go see you father. I stop back in a couple of minutes.? ?Janice I have a call I have to make. Why don?t you introduce Sheila to the other girls till I?m finished.? Janice took me around the office and introduced me to all of the other personal assistants and legal aides. They all greeted me warmly and were so happy to finally meet me as Brad talked about me all of the time. Brad showed me his office and I could see the wedding portrait on his credenza. When his mother came back I kissed him and told him I would see him in a few hours. When we got back into the car Adrienne said, ?Sheila, you are going to be the talk of the office. Jim?s PA told me what a lovely person you were and not stand-offish or aloof as they thought you might be.? ?Mom, I?m sure that all of those girls work very hard for a living and I have no right to put myself above them. I?m happy that they respect that I am Brad?s wife and your daughter-in-law but I want them to see me as approachable and a friend.? ?Honey, you are a gem. I don?t think Brad could have picked anyone better to be his wife and I?m glad that you are my daughter-in-law.? Adrienne smiled at me and held my hand. Back at the house I showed Adrienne the baby blanket and booties I had finished and a pattern I had picked up for a crew-neck, fisherman?s sweater that I wanted to make for Brad for Christmas. She told me that the blanket and bootees were perfect and I should have no trouble with the sweater. I told her that I knew where to come if I needed help. I also showed her a pattern for a sweater coat that I was going to make for myself so I would have something to work on when Brad was home. She thought that was a good idea as he would be suspicious if I didn?t work on anything when he was around. The following Wednesday was the fashion show for the Feed the Families charity. Adrienne, Monica, the other three models and I were at the restaurant, where we had reserved a private room, at ten o?clock to meet with Lynnette and make sure that we knew what we were going to do. We had each brought shoes to match the outfits we were going to wear. I had worn a strapless, lightly boned corselette and the padded panty-briefer I bought from Lynnette and sheer nude stockings. The first dress I wore was the cranberry, satin, knee-length cocktail dress with the ruffle down the side and four-inch, black pumps. When my turn came I walked through the tables as the women examined the dress and Lynnette explained it?s features. I let the included matching shawl fall to my elbows so everyone could see the design of the dress. The next outfit was a navy pants suit with a white, lace camisole under the jacket. The pants were bell-bottom and almost reached the floor even with my four-inch heels. Lynnette said it could also be worn with a matching skirt and blouse to change the look. Next was elegant red floor-length ruched evening gown that left one shoulder bare. It was made of charmeuse fabric with cute rhinestone straps. It also included a shawl. The fourth dress was a sexy, spaghetti, strap mini dress with a matching, short-sleeved bolero jacket. I wore this with a pair or strappy, navy sandals with four-inch heels. As I walked through the crowd I removed the jacket to show the bodice of the dress. The fifth dress was a stunning, beige, tank ruffle strapped dress with the ruffle extending across the top of the bodice. Hand sewn beads and precious stones adorn the bodice that stops at hip level. The floor-length, full skirt is celebrated by bouquet printed satin ending at the floor with gradiant colored tulle rosettes. This dress made me feel like a princess as I walked among the crowd. What I thought was my last dress was another floor-length gown in aqua that had a sweetheart neckline. The spaghetti straps were covered in diamonds. Bright stones decorate the bodice and a diagonal band of stones at the thighs, a light effect of jewel-studded branches decorate the mermaid bottom of the skirt. Lynnette described this as the perfect dress for any special holiday party. When I reentered the dressing room Monica and Adrienne told me I had one more dress to wear. As I entered my cubicle I saw my wedding dress hanging there. They helped me out of my gown and into the wedding dress and attached the veil to my head. As I came through the curtains Lynnette said, ?Last we have Sheila wearing her wedding dress, which was purchased at Lynnette? Fine Fashions. She described the dress as I glided through the crowd. I was in heaven as I thought I would never have a chance to wear this beautiful dress again. When the show was over I had tears in my eyes as I thanked Lynette for including my wedding dress in the show. She said that the pictures she saw of me at the wedding made it impossible for her not to include it, besides she wanted people to know she also sold wedding dresses and bridesmaid gowns. I liked all of the dresses she had picked for me to wear and Monica and Adrienne told me how good they looked on me. I asked Lynnette if I could buy them and she told me that of course they were for sale and she offered me a generous discount. Even with the discount the cost was well over a thousand dollars but Adrienne and Monica assured me that Brad would have no problem with it. So we loaded the clothes in the back of my Lincoln and I took them home. Of course I had another fashion show when Brad got home and he took pictures of me in front of the fireplace in each outfit. We were both so horny that we forgot about dinner and he stripped me out of the last gown and laid me on the bed. He pulled off the padded panty and placed my legs on his shoulders and made slow, passionate love to me. Although I hadn?t been able to get an erection for several weeks my shriveled penis dribbled a clear fluid as he brought me to a glorious orgasm. When he pulled out we got up and finished undressing and took a shower together before finishing my nightly beauty regimen and donning a satin nightgown and slipped into his arms in bed. A month later was the Historical Society Ball. I had picked up my dress from Savanna and all of the historical undergarments and wig. Brad got a lot of pleasure lacing me into the corset and seeing me put on the pantaloons and hooped crinolines. He lifted the dress over my head and fastened the buttons in the back. Looking in the mirror I was amazed at how incredibly small my waist was and how my breasts blossomed under the ruffled lace at the top of the bodice. As I couldn?t see my feet, Brad had to lace my high-heeled shoes in me. I sat at my vanity and applied my make up and then fastened the long, sausage-curled wig to my head. Checking everything in the full-length mirror I truly looked like a civil war era plantation owner?s mistress. I picked up my string purse and we headed for the car. We found that my dress wouldn?t fit in the front seat so Brad had to help me get everything in the back seat and he drove us to the country club. Brad looked so handsome in his velvet trimmed tailcoat, tight pants and boots with his planters hat a fake handlebar mustache. As we walked into the hall I saw that everyone was dressed in a similar fashion and the waiters and waitresses were dressed as servants. Everyone went all out for this event. I found out that there were several events including parades that everyone dressed for. We had a lot of fun learning and dancing dances from the civil war period as dancing close was nearly impossible with the huge skirts we were wearing. It was a lot of fun but I was so glad when Brad unbuttoned the dress and unlaced the corset later that evening. I showed my appreciation by giving my master a masterful blowjob. He reciprocated by reaming my pussy until he filled me with his cream and I ejaculated my watery discharge on my stomach. By the time the holiday season arrived I was able to forego my glued-on breastforms and fill my bras with my own flesh and enhancing pads in my bras. I filled a B-cup bra nicely. This meant that I wasn?t afraid to show some cleavage in my dresses and blouses. Although I always did it tastefully, so as not to embarrass the family, I loved my appearance when a hint of cleavage showed through the open front of my blouse or the top of my dress. Needless to say, I also enjoyed it when Brad would suck on them or play with them as we cuddled on the couch or in bed. I found that by stimulating my breast it would send an electric stimulus to my clitty, which enhanced the erotic feeling of Brad?s manhood in my boy-pussy. The law firm had their annual Christmas party that I helped Monica and Adrienne plan. As Monica had a conference room at her studio we held the party there. She also provided photographers so that everyone could have their picture taken in their holiday gowns. I was able to wear the beige gown I bought from Lynnette and Brad looked especially handsome in his tux. I had gone to see Cindi to have my hair and nails done. She pulled my hair up into a bun and attached a curly hairpiece to it. It looked very elegant and sophisticated. I loved how it looked. We danced and circulated among the guests and got to know many of them in an informal setting. Everyone remembered to introduce me to their spouses and dates as Sheila so I didn?t have to admonish them. We attended several events with the different charities I had joined and the Historical Society. I was able to wear all of the other dresses I bought except the red ruched evening gown that left one shoulder bare. I wore that dress to a New Year?s Eve dinner dance at the country club. Brad and I ended the year with a passionate kiss that lasted for several minutes after the ball finally dropped. For Christmas I gave Brad the new set of golf clubs he had wanted and the fisherman?s sweater I had knit for him. He gave me a beautiful diamond necklace, bracelet and earring set that I put on immediately even though I was wearing the lovely, white nightgown and peignoir that I wore on our wedding night. We both wore our gifts to his parents house for Christmas dinner. I blushed as I was complimented on how well I had crafted the sweater and I was pleased that it fit him so well. All the women gushed over my diamond jewelry but I was sure that they had jewelry that was equally as beautiful and as expensive. To Be Continued