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A Slave to Magic- Chapter 2
I woke up the following morning to find myself naked, with Emily spooning
me from behind, the two of us wrapped up in silk sheets.
Last night had been incredible. I suspected that a typical female body
was not as sensitive or as easily aroused as mine currently was, but even
so, Emily knew her way around this body and knew exactly how to push my
buttons. She had made it all about me but had made it clear that come our
wedding night, I was going to be expected to return the favour.
"Morning sleepyhead," she whispered in my ear. Even her whispering made
my full body feel warm and fuzzy. I turned around and kissed her on the
lips.
"Morning gorgeous," I replied. "Emily, I can't thank you enough for what
you have done for me. This body is amazing, this new life you have given
me is incredible, I'm sorry that I ever doubted that what you had done
wasn't for the best. Emily, I love you," I blurted out, barely stopping
for breath.
"Aww, hone,y" she said, "I knew you'd soon come round. I love you too,
that's why I did all of this."
"Anyway" she carried on "I have a lot to do today, I have a meeting with
my accountant this morning and then I need to check up that everything is
as planned for our big day tomorrow. We can't have anything going wrong
can we? So you just relax, make yourself at home and I'll be back this
afternoon." She clicked her fingers and suddenly she was out of bed,
fully dressed in a black skirt suit with a white blouse and black pumps.
Her long red hair tied back in a bun. Another click of her fingers and I
was out of bed too, also fully dressed. I was wearing a baggy, white
knitted top with long sleeves, my black bra strap showing because of the
wide neck, a denim mini skirt that just to say peeked out from under the
top and black pantyhose. My hair was back in it's "usual" wavy style that
fell to the middle of my back.
"Mmm. You look cute like that," Emily said as she kissed me, I just
melted into her arms. "I'll see you soon Sarah, just one more thing
though, don't go into the spare room."
"Why not?" I asked, curious.
"I can't tell you right now, but I need you to trust me on this one. It's
for your own good."
"Okay," I agreed. "See you soon," I said as I gave her a quick kiss on
the lips.
Vikki came by soon after and made me some breakfast, an omelette with
some coffee, she had a quick tidy round left soon after. She had a few
things to sort out for the wedding tomorrow. She told me that she was
going to be one of Emily's bridesmaids, along with her friends Charlotte,
Karen and Samantha. I had met Charlotte before on one of my visits. I had
got the feeling that she didn't like me, not as Steve anyway. I wondered
how she'll react to Sarah.
As the day went on, that warm fuzzy glow that I got from Emily was
starting to fade. Not that I was getting any bad feelings instead,
everything just felt clearer. That was when it clicked. I didn't love
Emily, I didn't love this body and I definitely didn't want to get
married tomorrow. She's just manipulating this body into tricking me that
that's what I want. She must not be able to alter my free will so she's
using positive and negative reinforcement to make me what she wants me to
be.
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit.
What was I going to do? With the power that she has, she's like some kind
of goddess. What can I do against that?
Then I remembered, she said she had a magical artifact that gave her the
power. If I could find that then maybe I could stop her. But where would
she keep something like that? Maybe in the spare room that she just told
me to not go into. It was early afternoon, Emily would soon be back and
when she was, I would be back under her influence again. I had to check
this out.
I walked up to the door of the spare room, a sense of dread overcoming
me, increasing as I reached for the handle. I grabbed the handle and
suddenly I was struck down by the worst migraine I had ever had, I was
definitely onto something here. I turned the handle, the migraine got
worse. I opened the door when a pain in my nose erupted. I looked down to
see that I'd had a nose bleed and my white top was now covered in blood.
I felt dizzy as everything went black.
"Sarah... Sarah."
I heard my name. The voice, it made me feel good.
"Are you back with us Sarah?" Was this some kind of dream. It must be. I
felt amazing.
"Sarah, open your eyes honey, you're starting to scare me." I opened my
eyes.
For the second time in two days, I woke up in bed after passing out with
Emily watching over me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You tried to go into the spare room."
Oh my god. I had. Emily had done nothing but good things for me. This
life, this body and she was going to make me her wife tomorrow. And I had
thrown it all back in her face at the first opportunity by breaking the
only rule she had given me.
"Emily, I am sooo sorry. I don't know what came over me. I promise I'll
never do it again. I love you," I blurted out without stopping for
breath.
"Shh," she said soothingly as she stroked my hair. "It was just
curiosity, you didn't mean anything by it. But you know now why you can't
go in there, don't you?"
I just nodded my head pathetically. I was just grateful that Emily wasn't
cross with me. How could I ever have thought those horrible things about
her when she makes me feel this good?
"I'll give you half an hour to rest up, but then you're going to have to
be ready to go. You're staying at a hotel tonight with your bridal party,
they'll be there soon. I'll use my magic to make sure you won't be late."
An hour later I was stood in the lobby of a very posh hotel, nervously
awaiting my family and friends, wearing a pretty pink, knee length
bodycon dress that showed off my curves with pink pumps. My hair was in a
braid that was hung over my shoulder, tied off in a pretty pink bow. I
had no idea how they would react to Sarah. Especially Julie. I had a very
strong friendship with her as Steve. There had never been any risk of it
going beyond friends as she was a lesbian. Well now I was a lesbian as
well. This could be awkward.
That was when I saw them. First my parents, followed by my big brother
Jimmy and his wife Kathy and finally my bridesmaids; Julie, Caroline,
Gemma and Laura. I was overjoyed to see them.
"Mum, Daddy!" I shrieked as ran to them, my heels click-clacking on the
hard floor of the lobby and my dress restricting my knees, forcing me to
take short, mincey steps. When I reached them I pulled them both into a
huge hug. Emily had been right, this body's pleasure receptors had gone
into overdrive when I saw my family, there was no risk of me feeling
awkward around them. I went round them all giving them each a massive
hug. I was so pleased to see them and they in turn were so happy to be
included in my big day. None of them gave any inclination that I had been
anyone other than Sarah.
We had a posh meal in the hotel, served with champagne. All paid for by
Emily. It was strange to hear everybody talking about stories from years
gone by, that Sarah was present for, but I had no recollection of them.
Around 10pm we decided that we should go up to our rooms and get some
rest for the big day. I was sharing a twin room with my maid of honour.
Julie.
We got changed for bed (having to do it without Emily's aid for the first
time) when Julie mentioned the elephant in the room.
"How come we never worked out Sarah?" she asked me, tears in the corners
of her beautiful blue eyes.
"I don't know Julie," I replied. It was an honest answer. I had no idea
that we'd ever tried to have a relationship.
"I suppose we just made better friends," she said with a sigh. "I'm
sorry, I shouldn't be bringing this up now. I guess I'm just thinking of
what could have been. I'm happy for you, I really am."
"Thank you," I said pulling her into a hug and brushing her sandy blonde
hair over her ear "It means so much that you're here with me as my maid
of honour."
We broke off the hug and went to bed. Separate beds.
I woke up the next morning with a gut wrenching worry. I had only been
with Emily for just over a day and now I was getting married to her. This
wasn't right, was it? I could feel the migraine coming on again. Not only
that but two days ago I had been a man. The migraine was getting
unbearable. I let out a short scream.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" Julie had jumped straight to her feet to come to
my aide.
"My head! I'm in agony," I wailed at her.
"Shhh. You're just scared" she said stroking my hair, reminding me of the
way Emily had been the day before. The migraine started to subside. I
looked up at her, it was strange. It was Julie's face, but not her
expression. "Just calm down, you're just nervous, but this is for the
best. This is the happiest day of your life and after today, everything
is going to be perfect."
The way she talked, reminded me of Emily. The more I listened to her
words, the more the pain went away. The more she talked, the more the
happy, fuzzy feeling started to wash over me.
"You okay now?" she asked me.
"Yes" I replied "Thank you Julie." At this point her expression changed
back to a more recognisable Julie.
"What just happened?" she asked, sounding confused. She must just be
curious about the headache.
"Nothing" I replied "I was just letting nerves get the better of me."
At this point, the telephone in the room started ringing. I picked it up.
"Hello
"Miss Green? This is reception," the receptionist said. "The hair and
makeup ladies have arrived and so have the dresses and flowers. Should we
send them up?"
"Yes please," I said getting excited. "And could you give the other rooms
in my party a call to let them know what's happening?"
"Of course Miss Green".
The next few hours were a flurry of activity. It was decided that I
should be last for hair and makeup. I had no idea what they were doing
for me or even what my dress looked like.
Laura was the first to be ready. Her natural blonde hair was pinned back,
with loose, flowing curls hanging over her shoulder. The look was
completed with a pink flower pinned in. Her dress was a full length A
line gown with a small train, white (white? I thought only the bride wore
white) with a pink sash tied into a bow at the back. She looked
beautiful. This was the same look for all four bridesmaids.
It was soon my turn. I sat in the chair as the two beauticians primped,
prodded, filed and brushed various parts of face, nails and hair. My hair
was finished with a delicate looking tiara that seemed to hold it place.
I wasn't allowed a mirror so all I could tell you at this point was that
my finger nails were long with white tips and that I could feel pins in
my hair, but at the same time it was flowing over both of my shoulders
and down my back with a sweeping fringe almost covering my left eye.
Julie then handed me my underwear to put on whilst everyone else gave me
some privacy. A white pale pink, lacy, strapless bra and a lacy, pale
pink thong.
Now it was time for the dress. Emily had given them strict instructions
that I wasn't allowed to see what I looked like before I was fully
finished, so Caroline made sure that my eyes were closed while the others
guided me.
There was a bit of discussion as to how to go about this, it sounded like
a military operation. They started off by guiding my legs into what felt
like a full length fluffy skirt, which was followed by another skirt that
went underneath it, but this one stuck out somehow, keeping my legs
feeling free. This was followed again by another fluffy skirt that went
under the second which brought the swishy feeling around my legs again.
Next came what was obviously the dress. This was lowered over my head and
my arms were guided into sleeves that covered my upper arms but left my
shoulders exposed. I could feel somebody lacing it up at the back. I was
then asked to sit down. I could hear and feel the rustling of skirts,
first as I sat down and then as somebody fought through them to find my
fight for the shoes. Earrings that tickled my shoulders were added before
finally somebody clipped something in my hair that I could feel
delicately hung down my shoulders and arms. I was lifted out of the seat
and told to open my eyes.
What greeted was a full length mirror. In it was a princess. But that
princess was me. My hair took advantage of my naturally wavy hair. Puffed
up slightly just behind the tiara, the rest of it with added volume and
allowed to just hang naturally. A floor length veil was clipped in just
behind the tiara that covered my arms and shoulders. The dress had a
sweetheart neckline that showed just enough (but not too much) cleavage
and small puffy sleeves on my upper arms. I could see the edges of a bow
sticking out from either side of my waist, it must have been just above
my bum, like what my bridesmaids had.
Then there was the skirt. It was huge. No wonder there were so many
underskirts. It must have been six foot wide at the base and was covered
in delicate looking silk roses. It turned out that there was a petticoat,
followed by a hoop skirt, followed by another petticoat needed to give it
that shape. I couldn't even see what the shoes looked like.
Just one other thing though. It was pink. All of it. The dress and the
veil. The same pink as the sash on the bridesmaids dresses. I was so
happy.
At this point, Gemma brought in Daddy and Jimmy. Daddy saw me, didn't say
anything, just walked up to me and gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the
forehead. For the first time in my life I felt like his little girl but
soon he would be giving me away.
The phone rang and Mum answered it.
"Our transport has arrived." We picked up our bouquets (pink and white
roses) and left the room.
It was a good job I had four bridesmaids, I needed all of them to help
navigate my dress through the corridors, into the lift and through
reception. People were oohing and aahing when they saw us coming. I felt
like royalty.
I was amazed still when I saw the transport. Most of the party were going
in a stretched limo, but Daddy and I were going in a white, horse-drawn
carriage. This was like something out of a fairytale.
With the help of Daddy and the bridesmaids, I managed to climb into the
carriage and sit down as my skirts puffed out all around me. Daddy had to
push back at them so that there was room for him to fit in.
The journey was pretty uneventful, although we drew a lot of looks and
stares before we got to our destination, which was a beautiful country
estate. This wedding must be cost tens of thousands. Mind you, since my
wife to be was a multi-millionairess, money wasn't really an issue.
When we arrived, we were ushered into a specific entrance. As it happens,
Emily's party were entering at the other side of the building and the
room where the ceremony would take place had an entrance on either side
so that we could both be escorted by our fathers at the same time.
We stood by the entrance, nervously waiting for our cue to enter, my arm
linked with Daddy's holding my huge bouquet and my veil flipped down,
covering my face. Then the music started.
The doors opened and we stepped through, Daddy and I first, followed by
my bridesmaids. I could just make out Emily and her party through the
veil. I couldn't see much but she appeared to be in a dress just as
elaborate as mine.
We got to the front and our fathers lifted our veils as we turned and
looked at each other.
Her dress wasn't only as elaborate as mine, it was exactly the same style
as mine but white. Her bridesmaids were in the same style of dress but
pink with white instead of white with pink. It was perfect. It was the
wedding I would never have imagined having, but it was perfect. We went
through the service, read our vows before we were declared wife and wife.
When we were told to kiss the bride, we embraced each other so tightly,
our skirts crinkling and rustling as they collided into each other as we
kissed.
Everything was going to be perfect.
Except for one thing.
At the back of my mind, a voice.
A voice so quiet I could ignore it, but it was still there.
"Steve, this isn't what you want."
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