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My Best Friend's Wedding
Ben pulled out a shoebox from the back of the cupboard and opened the
lid. In it was a pile of old photographs, some of which he hadn't seen
for almost twenty years. Flicking through them brought back memories of
his teenage years, trips away and parties with friends from school. Most
had been taken on his cell phone at the time, but he remembered making a
special effort to print out and keep the ones he liked the most, so they
would not be lost as technologies developed. He was right to do so, as
his cell phone was long gone. One photograph in the pile immediately
caught his eye, so much so he had to find a chair to sit down in. The
photograph was of him, aged 16, dressed as a woman. He was wearing his
Mom's black evening dress, had full make up on, and was carrying a small
clutch bag. He looked incredible. The next photo in the pile was taken on
the same day, and was of his best friend at the time, Peter. He too was
dressed as a woman, in a stunning red gown, also belonging to Ben's Mom.
Memories of that day came flooding back to Ben, now 32. It was the day he
and Peter were caught red handed by their Moms, their secret love of
dressing up discovered and brought out into the open. He had replayed the
moment of that day over and over in his head, to begin with at least.
That day seemed a long time ago now though, and times had changed. It
made Ben think back to when he had last spoken to Peter. It was at least
14 years.
After finishing school, Ben had moved away to college while Peter stayed
at home to work, but by the time Ben returned from College, Peter and his
family had moved away. Despite promising they would stay in touch, they
soon drifted apart. It was one of Ben's biggest regrets, not staying in
contact with his old friend. He often wondered how he was, what he went
on to do, whether he was married and had kids. He hoped he was doing
better than himself; Ben was recently single after the break down of a
five-year relationship. He had a steady job and a couple of friends, but
life was far from what he had hope it would turn out to be back when he
was a teenager.
Two months later, quite out of the blue, Ben received an email to his
home account. He didn't immediately recognise the address,
'[email protected]', but it didn't take him long to realise who it
was. 'PJenkins' was Peter Jenkins, his old best friend. The message was
short, but Ben was thrilled to receive it.
Ben, my old friend I hope this reaches you.
I'm back in town on the 16thand would love to see you. It's been so long
and we have a lot to catch up on. I think about you often and the times
we shared when we were younger. I can stop by for an hour or so if you
like? Let me know your address and I'll be there for midday.
Hopefully see you soon
P x
Ben replied immediately and agreed to the meeting. The 16th was only
three days away, but that gave him time to tidy his house a little, he
wanted to show a good impression to his old friend. The more he thought
about it, the more he became excited to re-kindle their friendship, he
made a mental note to go and find those photographs again, the ones where
they were both dressed as women. He was curious to know if Peter
remembered that day as vividly as he did, he was sure that he would.
The day of the 16th soon came around and Ben was excited to see his
friend again, but also slightly nervous as it had been so long. Right on
cue, just a minute or so after 12pm, there was a knock at the door. But
in opening the door, Ben was surprised to see it wasn't Peter standing on
the step in front of him, but a smartly dressed woman. She had long
shoulder-length dark brunette hair, was wearing a knee-length red pencil
skirt with smart white blouse, black tights and high heels, her make-up
was perfect and she was carrying an expensive designer handbag. She
looked at Ben, smiled and waited for him to speak first.
"Hi, can I help you?" Ben asked awkwardly, fully expecting the woman to
turn round and leave again, claiming to be at the wrong address.
"Hi Ben..." The woman spoke softly but clearly. She continued her smile.
"Sorry, do I know you?" Ben blushed a little, something strange was going
on and he hadn't yet figured it out.
"Ben, it's me. Pamela."
"Pamela? I don't know a Pamela..."
"Yes you do!" The woman giggled. "Ok, what if you were to call me Peter,
for old time's sake?!"
Ben was stunned as it dawned on him that the woman standing in front of
him was his old friend Peter.
"Oh my God, Peter?! Seriously?! No way, it can't be. You're.....a
woman?!"
"I was last time I checked!" Pamela giggled, slightly nervously. "Can I
come in?"
"Erm, yeah, sure." Ben took a step back and let his old friend into his
house, still not quite believing it was actually him.
Ben showed Pamela into his front room, and gestured for her to sit on one
of the two couches, he would have the other. He offered her a drink, she
accepted, and a couple of minutes later he had returned from the kitchen
with mugs of tea. Neither knew where to start, but it was Pamela who
spoke first.
"It's really nice to see you Ben."
"It's nice to see you too Pe..." Ben paused. "Sorry, it's just a bit of a
shock, that's all. I wasn't expecting..."
"It's fine, honestly. I should have mentioned it in my email, but I
really wanted to see you and thought it would be better to tell you in
person. Not that much needs saying; I guess it's kinda obvious what I've
done..." Pamela smiled, and as she looked up, she noticed Ben smile too.
"So when did you... you know, have the operation?" Ben took a sip of his
tea.
"I had my final operation just over five years ago, and I lived as a
woman for almost two years before that. It was a difficult time, I had
plenty of hurdles to get over, people telling me I was crazy for wanting
to do it, people deciding they just didn't want to speak to me anymore, a
hell of a lot of counselling; but I made it, and here I am! Some days I
still can't believe I actually went through with it all, have to pinch
myself sometimes."
"And you've got rid of your.... you know... manhood?!" Ben blushed as
Pamela giggled at his question.
"Oh yeah, I'm all woman now!" she replied proudly.
"How did your Mom and Dad react?" The awkwardness of the conversation was
quickly disappearing and Ben was genuinely curious to find out more about
how Pamela came to be.
"Mom was fine, she was really supportive from the start. Dad was shocked,
took him a long time to get used to the idea. He's ok with it now, but it
was hard for him to understand at first I guess. Mom kinda knew all
along, well she says she did." Pamela paused and took a sip of her drink,
before changing the tone slightly. "I'm sorry to hear about your Mom,
Ben, must have been a really difficult time for you."
"It was." Ben fell quiet as he thought about his own Mother, who had
sadly passed away suddenly four years earlier. "It was a very difficult
time. But I'm through that now. I think about her every day though, just
want to make her proud I guess."
"I'm sure you do" Pamela gave Ben a comforting smile, unsure whether that
had been the appropriate time to mention his Mom.
"How's the tea?" Ben changed the subject.
"Lovely, thank you!" Pamela replied and immediately took a long sip of
her drink to prove it.
"I still can't believe it's you! You look amazing by the way." The smile
had returned to Ben's face.
"To be honest, I kinda half expected you to have done the same thing..."
"Done what?"
"Had a sex change, become a woman! Let's be honest, you were better at
being a woman than I was, when we were younger. You always showed me what
to do!"
"No, you were just as good." Ben blushed a little at the unexpected
compliment. "Can I ask when it was you decided you wanted to be a woman?
"Honestly? It was the day I wore your Mom's Ralph Lauren dress, that
gorgeous red one. It was the day our Moms caught us dressed up at your
house, remember?"
"You mean this gorgeous red dress?!" Ben leaned down beside the couch and
picked up an envelope, he pulled from it a couple of photographs, and
handed them both to Pamela. They were the photos he had found a couple of
months previously, of that very day where he and Peter had been
discovered by their mothers.
"No way!" Pamela was in shock at seeing the photographs again after so
long. "I haven't seen these pictures in fifteen years. How amazing do we
look? You especially Ben... or should I say Bethan!"
"We do look good, don't we? Just think, when those pictures were taken,
we were about half an hour away from being discovered!" Ben adjusted his
position slightly on the couch. "So was that really the day you decided
you wanted to be a woman? You'd only dressed up a couple of times before
that, and you never said anything to me at the time."
"Yeah, I've thought it over and over in my head, everything always leads
back to that day. Maybe it was the feeling like a princess in that dress,
or maybe it was being caught by my Mom, I don't know; but that was the
day I knew what I wanted to be, I'm sure of it."
"For me it was just pretend, a bit of fun... and then the embarrassment
of course...."
"Oh come on Ben, it was more than just a bit of fun. You were too good at
it for it to be just a bit of fun." Pamela gave the photographs back to
Ben and sat back down on her couch.
"Maybe."
The conversation had turned a little awkward so Ben was happy when Pamela
moved it on, even if it was to be to another surprising topic.
"Ben, there was another reason I was keen to come and see you today,
there's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" Ben asked curiously.
"I'm getting married!"
"Married?! Really? Wow..." Ben didn't know how to react and didn't manage
to say much in response.
"Yeah... in two weeks!"
"Well... congratulations! Wow, that's crazy.... Who to?!"
"He's called Jason, I met him three years ago and we instantly just
clicked. He accepted me for who I was, wasn't bothered by my past at all.
He's such a gent, treats me like a queen, he has a good job, and he's
really handsome too..." There was a lot of excitement in Pamela's voice
as she spoke about Jason, but she was cut off in her flow by Ben.
"He?" Ben blushed a little as he realised he had said out loud what he
had been thinking in his head, and that Pamela had heard him say it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Of course he's a he. I'm just
struggling to get my head around it all, that's all. I never imagined my
old friend Peter would marry a man. "
"But I'm not Peter anymore, I'm Pamela. I didn't set out to fall in love
with a man, it just happened that way. And when Jason proposed, it was
just the most perfect moment, I realised how much in love with him I was,
and I said yes. Planning this wedding the past year has been an absolute
dream, he makes me so happy and the thought of making it official in
front of everyone we know is just incredible. I feel so lucky... And oh
my god you should see my dress, it's Vera Wang!"
"You deserve it Pamela, you deserve to be happy" Ben smiled at his old
friend, offering her the acceptance she had hoped he would give her.
"Thank you Ben, it means a lot to hear you say that. I have something I
want to ask you though."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Ben, I want you to come to my wedding..... as Bethan."
"As Bethan? What? Why?" Ben was stunned by the request.
"If it wasn't for Bethan, I might not be where I am today. What she did
for me.... What you did for me, I can never fully repay; the
encouragement, the understanding, you were the one who showed me how much
fun it was to be a girl, I will never forget that. I guess part of my
dream for my wedding day is to have the person who started my journey off
there with me, and that person is Bethan."
"Oh I see..." It took a few moments for it all to sink in, for Ben to
realise what Pamela was asking of him. "I'm not sure. I haven't done that
for a very long time... Sorry, it's just quite out of the blue all
this..."
"I'm sorry for springing all this on you, must be a lot to take in all at
once. And I know it's a big ask, but it would just complete the perfect
day, having Bethan there too. But I'll understand if you don't want to do
it, or can't do it, I just had to ask, just on the off chance you'd say
yes."
Ben thought to himself for a moment, his head still swirling from the
unexpected request. "I'm sorry Pamela, I can't do it. Too much time has
passed, I've moved on from all that now."
"Ok, I understand." There was a slight disappointment in Pamela's voice,
but she had prepared herself for the answer, it was a lot to ask after
all. "You will come to the wedding though, right? As Ben?" Pamela ran her
fingers through her long soft hair, she looked over at her old friend,
desperately hoping he would agree to come to her special day, and that
perhaps, even after all this time, they could still have a friendship.
"Maybe. It's a bit short notice... but I'll see what I can do." Ben
smiled. He tried his best to be non-comital, he didn't want to make a
promise he might break later on.
"Ok, well I'd really like it if you could be there." Pamela grabbed her
handbag from beside her feet, and pulled out an invitation, beautifully
decorated in silver and white font. It was addressed to Bethan. Handing
it to Ben, she stood up, smoothing her skirt front and back, and picked
up her bag, preparing herself to leave.
"You sure you won't stay for another tea?" Ben stood up from his couch
and began to head for the door, although felt obliged to make the offer
of another drink.
"No, I must be getting off. I'm travelling back home now, will take me a
couple of hours. It's been so nice to see you Ben, I'm sorry it was a
short visit. I really hope to see you at the wedding in two weeks."
Before leaving, the two old friends embraced with a hug. For Pamela, it
was almost like old times, indeed the last thing Peter and Ben had done
before Ben had moved away to college was embrace in a hug. For Ben though
it was a slightly odd experience, hugging a woman he had only just met,
but had also, strangely, known his whole life. He still found it
difficult to fathom that this woman standing in front of him was his
friend Peter. She was beautiful, had gorgeous hair, well-dressed, she had
boobs, actual real boobs! And she smelt incredible too, there was no
doubt her perfume was expensive.
The hug ended and Ben showed Pamela her to her car, waving her off as she
drove away up the street. He returned to his couch and looked at the
invitation to the wedding. He briefly contemplated dressing as Bethan one
more time, just for the day, but he quickly changed his mind.
Pamela's Wedding
"Is he here yet?!" Pamela turned to Natalie, her chief bridesmaid, who
was on her hands and knees smoothing out the large poufy skirt of
Pamela's wedding dress, making sure it was just perfect for the impending
walk down the aisle.
"Jason? Yeah, he's here, he's waiting for you down the front, like he
should be!" Natalie stood up and handed over the bridal bouquet for
Pamela to hold.
But Pamela wasn't asking about Jason. "What about Ben? Is Ben here?"
"Who's Ben?" Maddie, Pamela's second bridesmaid interrupted.
"Ben was my best friend from years ago. I saw him a couple of weeks ago
and invited him, I really hoped he'd be here." Pamela explained. "Maybe
he's already sat down?"
Natalie took a peak through the door of the back room they were in,
across at the congregation who were ready and waiting. She recognised
almost everyone, especially the men, so was pretty sure when she said Ben
wasn't there. "Sorry Pam. Maybe he just couldn't make it. Or perhaps
you'll see him later at the reception. Don't let it ruin your big
moment." She closed the door and returned to the bride, they were nearly
ready to go.
"Ok, you're right, thanks." Pamela forced a smile; she was suddenly
starting to feel nervous. Then her parents walked in.
"You ready to go?" Jennifer, Pamela's Mom smiled at her daughter, welling
up ever so slightly. She was wearing a mint green dress, designer of
course, with the most impressive hat anyone would see that day. It was
huge what her daughter was about to do, and everyone in the room knew it.
"I'm so proud of you Pam. It's been quite a journey to get here, and I'd
be lying if I said I hadn't had my doubts along the way. But I honestly
couldn't be happier for you Pam, you're a beautiful, strong, incredible
woman. I love you."
"Thanks Mom, I love you too!" The two women shared a hug and held each
other's hands for a few seconds before Jennifer finally departed, wishing
her daughter luck.
Pamela's Dad Steve was a man of fewer words, so after a brief hug and a
'good luck', he waited patiently for his signal from the wedding planner
to walk his daughter down the aisle. Natalie and Maddie, along with
Miranda the young flower girl, were the first to make the way to the top
of the aisle; dressed in beautiful lilac dresses, they each carried a
small bouquet and displayed perfect wide smiles and white teeth, just
like they'd practised. Then the music started and it was Pamela's turn to
make her entrance.
Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted up the skirt of her dress with her
right hand, bouquet in the left, and took her first step in her gorgeous
sparkly silver heels. Her dress was divine, a large poufy skirt with many
layers of tulle petticoat underneath, a corseted bodice which sparkled as
it caught the light and a silk white ribbon tied around her waist into a
pretty bow. She wore a veil; she wanted to be a traditional bride, as
traditional a bride who was born a boy could be. She smiled to herself at
that thought, calming her nerves slightly. The dress, a Vera Wang, was
her dream dress, miles over her original budget, Jason had paid for it;
he was now seconds away from seeing it for the very first time.
There was a hush around the room as she entered, and slowly began to make
her way down the aisle, on the arm of her father. There were gasps and
whispers as people commented on the beautiful bride and her stunning
dress as she passed. It seemed to take forever, but eventually she had
made it down the aisle and was finally able to stand next to her handsome
man. He smiled at her and she smiled back. It was the most beautiful
setting for a wedding, a 17th Century castle no less and as the
congregation looked on, no one was in any doubt that these two people
were meant for each other.
Handing her bouquet to one of her bridesmaids, Pamela took her place
beside Jason, and waited for the Minister to begin the ceremony. Jason
gave her hand a comforting squeeze, and as she took a quick look back
behind her, she saw her Mom wipe a tear from her eye with a tissue.
"Do you Jason, take Pamela to be your wife?" The Minister paused as he
waited for the answer.
"I do!" Jason replied clearly and proudly, holding his wife-to-be's hands
firmly in his.
"And do you, Pamela, take Jason to be your husband?"
But this time it was Pamela who paused. Instead of answering straight
away, she turned around once more to face her family and friends. Her Mom
had stopped crying and instead had a slightly worried look on her face,
as if she half expected her daughter to run back up the aisle again. But
Pamela wasn't going anywhere; she just wanted one final look back as an
unmarried woman. Her life was about to change, perhaps for the second
time, and she wanted to be absolutely sure it was what she wanted. As she
scanned the sea of faces sat watching her every move, one face in
particular caught her eye. A beautiful young woman, wearing a navy blue
and white floral dress, with a stunning blue hat; she had a beaming smile
and was staring right at her. Pamela hadn't noticed her on the walk down
the aisle, but now she couldn't take her eyes off her. But then, as it
finally dawned on her who this mystery woman was, the same beaming smile
spread across Pamela's face too. It was Bethan.
Still smiling, Bethan winked at her old best friend, and nodded back
towards the front, as if to gently remind her that she had some vows to
complete. Pamela winked back and returned to Jason, who no doubt had
begun to panic at the length it had taken her to answer the quite simple
question offered by the Minister. But her smile showed everything was
alright, he had nothing to worry about.
"I do!!" Pamela replied, almost giddy with excitement.
"In that case, I now pronounce you husband and wife!" the minister
concluded.
Jason took his bride in his arms and planted the most beautiful kiss onto
her lips. They turned around to face their friends and family and made
their way back up the aisle together. Pamela had come such a long way,
not so long ago she was a shy young boy called Peter and now, amazingly,
she was a married woman. As if this day couldn't be any more perfect, she
had also just got her old best friend back, and this time she knew their
friendship would last forever.
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