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'MONEY IS NO OBJECT' ... MY BRIDAL MAKEOVER!
CHAPTER 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN!
Our lotto win changed everything!
It was such an exciting time, winning ?7.5 million on the lotto. Of course
my wife and I were both able to give up our jobs and live a more carefree
life, going out for meals, having holidays, long walks and pursuing our
hobbies.
My name was Peter Harris, a 40-something married man, married to my lovely
wife Rachael. We had been married for about 20 years but had no children.
Of course having such a lot of money, meant we could both devote our time
to what we really wanted to do. Money was no object. In my case, I bought
an apartment in the city about 50 miles from where we lived, where I could
comfortably indulge in my main 'hobby', although perhaps, 'hobby' isn't
really the correct word?
You see, I was a crossdresser or transvestite. I loved dressing in women's
clothes and shoes, wearing a wig and makeup and trying to make myself as
convincing as possible. After several years of practicing with makeup, I
felt that I was able to portray the woman I was happy to look like. I had
been out in public a few times and had never any adverse reaction.
My wife knew about my dressing and although wasn't supportive or enamoured
about it, didn't try to stop me, but merely requested that she didn't see
me dressed as 'Penny'. Yes, 'Penny' or 'Penelope' was the name I had
chosen for myself when dressed. It was a name I liked and one which I
thought suited me.
Anyway, with the large windfall of money, I decided, with Rachael's
blessing to buy an apartment, a hours drive away, where I could keep all
of 'Penny's' things; clothes, shoes, makeup, wigs, perfume and jewellery,
and go there when I liked to dress and be my feminine alter ego.
The apartment was lovely, had a gorgeous large bedroom which I delighted
in turning into Penny's room, pink and girlie, with a large stylish bed
and a dressing room where all of Penny's clothes were hung up in the
spacious wardrobes. I had the rest of the apartment also decorated in a
feminine style. This was no bachelor pad, but a chic's apartment! Of
course, it was a thrill visiting the apartment, but more of a thrill
getting changed and then heading out into the city centre to spend the day
shopping. I felt so free and alive.
I didn't really notice, but I was spending more and more time at my city
apartment, more and more time shopping, buying more and more clothes and
shoes. I was having a wonderful time, but was so caught up in my femme
life that I just didn't realise that I was spending less and less time
with Rachael. However, she didn't seem to mind as she now had money to do
the things she liked and spend more time with her friends.
Realising a dream began fairly innocuously one night, in early September,
while Rachael and I were watching a film on television which featured a
wedding. We had both had several glasses of wine and maybe my guard was
down a little as I said, "It must be so much better to be a bride than a
groom" and thought little of it until she exclaimed, "What? Do you mean to
say you didn't enjoy being a groom on our wedding day? How could you,
Peter?"
I quickly tried to explain myself, but probably ended up making the matter
worse. "What I mean is that the bride gets to dress up in all her bridal
lingerie, gown, have a makeover, get her hair done and have a fuss made of
her. Us grooms, just get to put a suit on!" and tried to make a joke of
it. I could sense Rachael rolling her eyes but nothing else was said and
we carried on watching the film.
It was only a couple of days later when after I came back from another
visit to my 'chixpad' in the city that Rachael said while we were having
dinner. "You know Peter, I have been thinking about what you said the
other night." When I shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about, she
expanded on her remark. "You know, about brides having much more fun than
grooms on their wedding day. I think I was a bit annoyed at you the other
night because I thought you didn't like our wedding day or didn't think I
looked nice enough as a bride...."
Of course, I jumped in there to say that I thought she was a beautiful
bride but that a little part of me was jealous as she did look so
beautiful and that is what a little part of me would have liked to look
like too! "When I thought about it afterwards, I reckoned that is what you
meant. I know I don't pay any attention to your 'special needs' Peter. It
is just, that it is difficult for me seeing you as a woman."
I replied that I knew that and not to worry. I was more than happy being
'Penny' a couple of times a week. However, my wife was in full flow now.
"That is all very well Peter, but I think it is bad of me to just dismiss
what you said the other night. By saying it out loud, even if you didn't
mean it, suggests that it is something you would like to experience? Is
that the case?"
Well, of course being a bride had always been a fantasy of mine, for as
long as I could remember ... even when I was a little boy, or was that a
girl? But I didn't want to appear too excited so I tried to casually reply
that I would like to experience being a bride. I then said, "I could order
a wedding dress and dress up in my city apartment."
My wife replied to that, "Oh Peter, that would be soulless, dressing as a
bride on your own. You did say the other night that part of the fun would
be having a fuss made of the bride!"
"Well, that is true, I suppose Rachael. I could take some photos and let
my on-line friends see them. That would be nice to do."
"Well, let me think about it Peter. I think that 'Penny' should be able to
experience what it is like to be a bride. After all, she has plenty of
experience going out and about now, what with your shopping in the city
and the weekends away that you have." With that, she got up and went
upstairs, leaving me to ponder excitedly, though a little cautiously, me
being allowed to dress as a bride.
The next morning, I said to my wife, "I think I'll go to the city and
spend the day as Penny, if you don't mind. Maybe have a look at some
wedding dresses on-line, to see which style I like ... though I have a
good idea which style I do like ... and maybe order one?"
"Oh, no need to do that Peter," my wife replied, "I'm been thinking about
how to help you and I want to be involved, so I have it all thought out
and organised in my head. By all means, go to your apartment and become
Penny again, but I want to come with you. I want to be involved in helping
you become the bride I know you want to be ... it will be so much fun!"
"But you don't like seeing me as 'Penny', Rachael. I'm sure it would be
much kinder to you if you didn't see her!" "Oh, nonsense Peter, I know in
the past, I didn't like seeing you all dressed up as a woman, but I
thought it was maybe just a phase you were going through. But now I can
see how much being a woman means to you, by the amount of time you spend
as one at your city apartment. I think it is important, as your wife, that
I help you become the woman you want to be!"
She smiled to show it was ok, and then said, "Come on Peter, it will be
such good fun. I'll get to know Penny and I'm sure we will become best
girlfriends" and then she giggled, leaving me a bit perplexed that my wife
wanted to get involved in my femme side. "Right, we need to get going or
we will get nothing done today Peter .... and I am dying to meet Penny
again. After all, it has been a few years since I last met her!"
The journey to my apartment took about an hour and strangely as I was
going to have to 'become' Penny on arrival and meet and spend time with my
wife, we didn't discuss anything girlie, nor did my wife ever refer to me
as 'Penny' but always 'Peter'.
Elouise
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