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My Sister's Wedding Dress
A lot of people have asked me why I do what I do. To be honest I can't
really explain it. It has just always been a part of me. While I can't
explain why, I can only tell my story. This is my true confession and it
is nice to be able to say what cannot be spoken.
I have to admit I have had this fantasy & deep desire to be a bride
since I was little. I'm dying to tell my story! Confession helps bear
the secret.
Growing up, secretly I loved seeing fashion magazines for women. This
was especially true for weddings and bridal magazines. I absolutely
loved seeing how pretty all the girls looked in the truly beautiful and
gorgeous wedding gowns. Oh how I wanted to be one of them - to know how
it felt to be a beautiful girl on her most special day - to be a
princess. But I had to keep quiet and never admit my thoughts. I know I
was not supposed to think that way. "Boys are not supposed to be
brides."
Every wedding I attended I'd watch the bride to see what she wore and
wonder how she felt. What dress did she pick? Why did she select it? How
did it fit her body? What did she wear under her dress? How did it make
her feel? Oh how I wanted to to be her, to take her place as the bride -
the center of attention. As I got older, I'd take the opportunity to
greet brides at weddings, give them a hug, or even if lucky, dance with
them so I could see the dress up close and feel the dress on her body
all the while wondering how she must feel to wear something so pretty
and wondering what she might be wearing wear under her dress.
Then one day I found out my older sister was getting married. I love my
older sister dearly, but at the same time after hearing the news, I
hated her. I was so jealous of her. I pretended to be happy for her but
at the same time I was jealous because she was going to be the bride I
wanted to be. My sister and my mother got to go through all the steps
that girls get to do - plan the wedding, choose colors, and shop for a
wedding dress and shoes and though it was never spoken, they also
selected my older sister's bridal lingerie - the foundation of
everything that she would wear that day to make her wedding dress
completely flatter her feminine figure and make her the princess I so
desperately wanted to be.
I had secretly dreamed of being a bride since I was little and now my
sister was going to live my dream! I pretended to be uninterested. But
inside I was dying - filled with envy and jealousy. And they kept much
of it quiet from me nor did I ask. I suppose they believed that a boy
could care less about white dresses, lace, and such. But they did not
know my secret thoughts and desires nor did I let on on this dark
secret. The hardest part was they did not let many people see the dress
she selected for her wedding day. It was to be a surprise until the
ceremony. I did not get to see the dress she would walk down the church
aisle in until the day of her wedding. Then the just a few days before
her wedding, I was given an opportunity that made me stop and dream
again wondering how lucky I might be.
On her wedding day I greeted her as she got her day started. She had a
full day of getting her makeup done and get all ready for her special
day. I would not see her until later that afternoon. Then it was time. I
caught a quick glimpse of her when she arrived at the church. I took my
place before the ceremony. Of course everyone who attends a wedding is
all dressed up in honor of the wedding party. All the women and girls
are in their dresses. But as anyone knows, no one can compete with the
bride in her beautiful white wedding dress. As the music started and the
doors opened, there she was - my older sister. But not only was she the
older sister I had known and grown up with who I loved, but she was the
bride who I was so jealous of. She was the princess that day and I hated
her for it.
Her wedding dress was beautiful. The white off the shoulder dress was
soft satin, feminine, and had nice touches of lace an beads. As she
walked down the church aisle that day, all eyes were on her including
mine. My eyes burned with envy as I kept wishing it was me walking down
that church aisle in that gorgeous dress. I could only imagine what it
must have felt like to be her with the center of attention on her, with
her pretty dress on, and at the same time also imagining what pretty
lacy things she had on under her dress.
I have always had this thought that when a beautiful bride walks down
the aisle, all the women and girls wished they were as pretty as her and
all the men wished they could have with her. I on the other hand, as her
little brother, wished I was her!
The ceremony ended and we were on to the reception which was at a fancy
hotel ballroom. She would have her reception there and then spend her
wedding night there at the hotel before leaving on the honeymoon to
Europe the next day. All through the reception I wanted to be with my
sister. I wanted to be close to her, see her, and watch her. I wanted to
be around her to see her in her wedding dress and experience her
wedding.
I danced with my older sister at her wedding and held her close to touch
the dress, feel its femininity, and feel how it felt and fit her body. I
wanted to know as much about her as a bride as I could. At her garter
toss ceremony she lifted her dress just enough that I could see the lace
tops of her bridal stockings. It was not enough to see her bridal
lingerie but it was enough to see under her dress and get a hint of her
lacy femininity. As her garter was tossed I fought hard to get it and I
did. Her garter was mine! Little did people who congratulated me know it
was not about me being the next one to get married as the groom. No, it
was about me having some thing the bride wore on her wedding day so I
could have something of my very own.
I excused myself and went to a restroom stall and slipped her garter on
my leg and wore it under my clothes the rest of her ceremony. It was
such a simple joy and extreme pleasure to know in that wedding
celebration I finally had a garter on too! It was the same one the bride
had worn. I could be just like her. As the reception ended and we left
the hotel my sister stayed of course. And as my sister had her wedding
night that evening, I slept with her bridal garter on that night. It was
as close as I had ever come.
The next day we all returned to the hotel to see my sister and get her
off to the airport for her honeymoon. I could only imagine what kind of
night she must have had. But at the same time, I kept hoping the
opportunity I mentioned earlier would play itself out. My older sister
was off on the way to the airport for her honeymoon and they asked me to
take care of a few things for her while my parents took them to the
airport to catch their flight. I was supposed to take all the wedding
gifts and flowers back to her house which they would deal with upon
their return. As a good little brother, I did as was asked and put all
her gifts and such in the car. She said to just leave them in the living
room.
Then finally my dream came true. The last things she gave me were two
bags. The big garment bag was obvious. It was her wedding dress! It was
all wrapped up in the plastic bag but I trembled as I held it knowing
what it was. She thought nothing of it. After all the dark secret,
desire, and jealousy of mine were unknown. To her and all around, it was
natural and I was her "innocent little brother." She was off on her
honeymoon and who else would she trust to house-sit while she was away
than someone in her family she loved. To her and everyone else I was to
take things back to the house and look after the house to make sure
everything was okay. I was only too happy and honored to do as I was
asked.
I took both bags and put them in the car. Then I kissed her goodbye. She
was gone. I did as I was told and took my time even though I was so
excited and nervous. I got to her house and unloaded her wedding
presents to her living room just as she had asked. Finally I got to the
two bags she had given me. I put the small overnight bag on her bed and
took the large garment bag to her closet. I hung it up and then opened
it for the first time.
There it was! It was her wedding dress. It was the same one she wore -
the same one I had touched on her body. She had been walking down the
church aisle in the very same dress not 24 hours earlier! It was the
dress I should have worn as the bride I had dreamed of being for so
long. I just felt it and admired it for a few minutes. I caressed it's
soft femininity. Then I went to her bed to the other bag. I hoped my
wishes were correct. I opened her smaller bag. And inside, there it was!
It was her bridal lingerie! It was everything she wore under her dress
on her wedding day! My sister was so trusting. It was so obvious she has
never known my dark secret thoughts and desires. She never even thought
I would be curious or want to take a peak at what I had been given. She
presumed I would leave everything in her room at her house and just
enjoy the time watching sports and such on her TV. She thought I would
do as I was asked and take everything to her house, drop the gifts in
the living room and put her bags in her bedroom, close the door, and
spend my time in the guest room. She could not have known what a wedding
gift she had just given me.
I was so overwhelmed with excitement. But I wanted to do it right. I
wanted to be the bride I had dreamed of. So I went to her bathroom and
got ready. I took a bath like I imagined she did. I used her things. I
sat at her vanity and applied her makeup trying to match what she looked
like from my memory. Finally I walked over to her dresser and looked at
the picture she had there. Her picture stared back at me. She would be
horrified if she could really see what I was doing. But I looked at her
in her picture imagining it was a mirror. Then went to her full length
mirror and turned it away not wanting to look and used her picture
instead as my witness. So I walked to her bed and removed the contents
of her bag and laid it all out. It was then that I knew everything she
wore on her wedding day.
Under her wedding dress on her wedding day she had worn a white satin
and lace merrywidow/bustier to tighten her waist and enhance her
feminine figure and support her breasts. She wore satin and lace bridal
panties and a darling lacy garter belt on her hips to hold up her lace
top stockings that I had only gotten a peak of at her garter toss.
In front of her picture staring back at me I put her lacy bridal bustier
around my body and tightened it. I carefully slipped on her bridal
panties which felt so taboo to be doing. I fastened her white lacy
garter belt around my waist and then slipped her lace top stockings on
my legs and clipped the garter belt to them to hold them up. The feeling
was an incredible mix of emotion. I was living a dream I had had for so
long but at the same time I was betraying the trust my sister had in me.
It was so personal and so intimate. She was wearing the very same things
not 24 hours before! As her picture looked on as my mirror, I slipped on
heels and I walked over to her closet to become the bride I had always
dreamed of becoming.
I slipped into her beautiful white wedding dress and zipped it up. The
feeling and its weight on my body was an incredible feeling. Her gown
spread out before me and I could still smell her as her perfume from the
day before was still on her dress. Her scent was still there and now it
was me. It was as if I had become her. The dress was a tight fit and
certainly didn't fit my body as well as it did hers. After all, the
dress was tailored to fit her feminine body perfectly. But I was excited
all the same. I dare say that it was so much more emotional and personal
for me to be in her lacy bridal lingerie and soft satin wedding dress
than she ever felt. As a finishing touch, I took her veil from the bag
and fixed it to my hair making sure the tiara was a straight as
possible. I slipped the bridal veil over my face and and turned to see
her picture looking back at me through the mist created by the veil. As
I stood in her very own bedroom in her intimate lingerie and beautiful
wedding dress I knew I had done the ultimate in betrayal to my sweet
innocent sister. But it was everything I had ever wanted.
Her picture was a mirror no more. It was time for a real mirror! I
approached her full length mirror in her bedroom. As I approached, so
many thoughts were going through my mind. I was taking steps across my
sister's bedroom as a bride in her gown! The wedding dress flowed around
me with each step. Had my sister taken the the very same walk to the
mirror after putting on the very same wedding dress? Did she gaze at
herself and see herself as a lovely bride in white like I did? What
would she say if she ever knew the dark secret I had just begun? With
each step I took I could hear her dress move with me and feel her garter
belt tug on the white lace top bridal stockings I had seen under her
dress the day before. My sister had wore the very same wedding dress and
bridal lingerie and walked the full length of the church aisle just the
day before and I hated her for it. Now it was me and I could feel just
as she did. Though she had been first much to my disappointment, now it
was my turn to be the beautiful bride. I was her.
As her picture stared on at what I had done, I walked to her full length
mirror and turned it toward me. I could see in the misty view caused by
the veil this beautiful bride in a white pretty dress in front of me. It
was the pretty dress I had felt on my older sister's body when I danced
with her. I felt it's softness on me just as I had felt its softness on
her body. I closed my eyes and remembered how it felt on her when I held
her. Then I ran my hands up and down my body feeling that very same
dress once more. But this time I felt more. This time I knew what the
bride was wearing under her wedding dress as well. I opened my eyes,
stared into the mirror, and lifted her veil.
I was stunned as I looked into a mirror my sister has looked into many
times before. There she was! This beautiful bride in her pretty white
lace and satin wedding dress was looking right back at me! Her dress was
so lovely. I turned to my sister's picture and gave her a kiss. Miles
away my sister didn't know. There was a bride admiring herself in her
bedroom in her wedding dress once more. She had no idea she had a secret
sister. And she could never know what I had done to betray her ultimate
trust.
My dream of being a bride in her pretty wedding dress was there before
me. As I looked at the girl in the mirror fascinated by her lovely dress
I pulled her dress up slowly remembering how I had caught a glimpse
under my sister's wedding dress as she pulled it up for her garter toss.
The same garter was there! It was me doing it! Same garter, same lace
tops, same dress but now I knew so much more than I did the day before.
But I decided to go further. Where my sister had stopped pulling up her
dress, I went further. I watched the lovely bride in the mirror pull up
her wedding dress and past all her feminine lace and satin to prove that
even though it was the same dress and bridal lingerie from the day
before, the bride in the mirror who looked like the princess from
yesterday really wasn't my sister.
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