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Here Comes the Bride Chapter 10 Johnny Heenan was as cautious as a child crossing the street with how he was going to respond to the proposition his parents gave him; going to his second cousin's wedding as Jasmine. The offer had been on the table for months and it should have been answered by now. Johnny knew he should of and was expected to say yes. After all, how nice it would be to be seen by people when he was her was something Johnny brought up every time he dressed as her. The crossdressing teenager was finding out an important lesson in life, it could be a lot harder to act out on a fantasy when it had the chance to come to fruition. The weight of the outcome was making the boy who liked to look like a girl delay giving an answer as long as possible. Johnny was finding out all the real-world implications of living his dream and that made the dream not as appealing to him. He was scared that even with his parents saying he looked great as Jasmine, other people would just see him as a boy in a dress. Then there was the makeup, Johnny loved doing his makeup, yet he could not help to think that he would look trampy instead of classy. Those concerns were nothing to this one, what if Johnny discovered that he was actually more Jasmine than the he was comfortable with being? He liked being a male, but knew he was not a normal one. Finding out he was a female would be such a huge change in his life. Johnny had no idea how he would handle it, let alone if he could. Would he deny himself in being herself just for the comfortable life he had now? Would he embrace being her or push back being true to herself until a time which was more convenient? When would be a more convenient time? He was wise enough to know that there never really was a time in a person's life which was convenient to a change this huge. With there being less than a week before the wedding, Johnny knew this was the last chance to take up his parent's offer. The teenager with a huge decision had to cross the street. The decision had to be made, and his parents would be like Regis Philbin, and confirm his decision by asking of that was his final answer? Johnny needed to look left, right, and left again before he took those steps to the answer on the other side of the street. He did so by asking his mom and dad, "Do you think I am ready to go out as Jazz?" The proactive parents looked at each other to see if the other was going to answer. John and Ruth both knew this was a question about their part-time daughter, which only their son could answer. John wanted to give the response but needed to wait until the words came to him. Jasmine growing as a person had also led to personal growth to her father. He was learning not to be glib with his answers to personal questions. Giving something short and quick might technically offer the correct answer, but with a question like the one Johnny gave them, that person also needed some assurances. Assurance came from hearing a detailed, thought invested answer. The delay in their answer made Johnny defensive. "I am not trying to weasel out of dressing in public. I just want to make the right decision!" Johnny mom's, Cindy, said, "We know son, you are just using your brain. This is a huge step and we do not want to put pressure on you. It is, just, all of us need time to prepare so Jazz can be as beautiful as she can be at the wedding." John said, "Johnny, it's not about if 'we' think that you are ready to go out as Jazz. We do. If we didn't then we would not have been asking. We know you want to experience being out as Jazz, and I cannot think of a better chance you will have for a first time. This is also not about if you 'are ready' to go out as Jazz. It is about if you 'want' to go out as Jazz. If you wait until you think you are ready, you might never do so. Think of just dressing as Jazz at home as training wheels. Whenever you want to, we will be there to support you." Those words made the left clear to Johnny. His parents believed in him as her. The street seemed safer to cross, but the safety check was not done. Now it was time to the right. "How about my makeup?" Cindy said to her son, "Sweetie, I will help you." "I don't have anything to wear." "We can do some online shopping." "I want to pick out the outfit in person." "Then we will go to South Hills Village right after school tomorrow. No one will see us there." The right side was also clear. All signs were that the road was ready to be crossed. Just a quick look to the left before Johnny stepped onto the street and crossed it to Jasmine Ave. "I might like dressing as her too much." Johnny's dad knew to answer this one right away. He had the right words because ever since he caught his son in one of his wife's dresses, he worked on making sure to be able to be there for Johnny. "Johnny, how much you like it will not be too much. If you like it more than you think you would that would not change one thing. You will learn about yourself, but nothing will change. Your mother and I will be there to help you come to the right decision if you like being Jazz more than being Johnny." Johnny was ready to cross the street. "Mom, is it fine if we go to South Hills Village tonight?" ************ Beth Sakic said, "HE DID WHAT?" The statement was half a rhetorical question and half a serious inquiry. Finding out Steve's plan of revenge on Terry was like an oddly shaped Christmas present to Beth, she could not wrap her mind around it. Terry's best friend was not the vindictive type. Beth was expressing that Steve being cold calculating and ruthless just did not make sense. Even with Terry telling Beth what happened, she still questioned how her wedding was almost ruined by her groom being in a bridal gown. If the tale her husband just told her was true, then it meant that Steve outsmarted Terry. That could not be, Terry was the trickster of the group. Mischief was his mate, so how could anyone get that close friend of his to work against him? Not getting the story again, Beth moved on to her next question of why. Knowing the reason behind Steve acting so out of character would make Beth able to better understand this new part of her friend. Terry answered, "It was because of his wedding." This lit as much light onto the subject as a match did in a cave to Beth. "What do you mean?" "He blamed me for having a shaved head and stitches on his wedding day." "He shouldn't." "He should, I did it. I did that stupid joke." "So what, the joke went a little too far. He should have gotten over it by now." "The joke itself was going too far." "Honey, no, it was funny." "Sweetie, no it was not. We messed up two people's big day for a laugh. Think about it. If I was dressed in the same gown as you would it be funny?" That question made Beth actually think about if Steve had not called off his plans. That got her blood pressure higher than the audience at a Bob Marley concert. "That fucker, I am so going to get him!" Terry just wanted to let the sleeping hound lie. There was an uneasy truce between he and Steve, and Terry did not want to do anything which went against the unspoken accords. Steve might not have been able to use the manufactured blackmail with Beth on Terry anymore, but he still could with Terry's mom. Ms. Sakic thinking that Terry cheated on Beth with a stripper would break her heart. She did not want any of her sons to be a philanderer like her ex-husband. Beth was going to act like an angry hornet and upset the nest. "No, don't. It's over. Plus, you being so mad just thinking about what could have happened shows Steve was right to be pissed off at us." "This is different, he was doing it with malice. You were just having fun." "That might have been true about that night. We showed no remorse about how we messed up and would not even admit it." "So if you do not want to get that fucker back why did you tell me this now?" "I want to show remorse now, and here is how." ************ Rhoda Vicker looking as amazed as a child seeing a huge ice cream sundae said, "Max, this house is stunning!" Rhoda's words were true. The house, Falling Waters, was an aesthetic masterpiece designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, so most people who were seeing it for the first time had the same reaction as her. The father of modern day architecture was able to make the home look like it was part of the landscape. Those two were visiting the summer home the Kaufmann Family commissioned Wright to design on the Thursday before Mel's wedding. The little day- cation was a way to have a romantic getaway to commemorate the two being on the same page again. The choice of Falling Waters made sense, the home was in the Allegheny Forest, only a 10 minute drive from where the ceremony and reception were going to be, the Seven Stars Hotel. Max always wanted to see it and Rhoda was always game to go for a walk in the woods. This little day trip was the perfect mesh of them both enjoying themselves while enjoying each other's company. Max smiled at seeing his wife enjoy what was a minor marvel of modern engineering. The house looked more like a hillside instead of a man- made structure. The opening allowing the waterfall to flow under the house could be mistaken for a cave mouth. Wright was able to preserve the natural surroundings by the home, making anyone think they were walking in virgin territory. Max agreed with her, but added a rider, it was not as stunning as she looked in that pink dress. Rhoda was wearing what, until last Saturday, Max thought was a skimpy pink dress. So the day of their day trip came and Max was so happy to see it looked a lot better, classier, and playful on her than him. The playfulness came from Rhoda's attitude and also the name she christened it, the phat dress. She felt pretty hot and tempting in that dress, so the nickname she gave it was almost as fitting as the dress was on her. How Rhoda felt in that dress was not from it showing off her body, but when her husband said she was those things while he was wearing it at Mel's bachelorette party. Rhoda playfully flirted with her husband when she said, "You think I look stunning now, wait until Saturday and seeing me in that gown, or better yet tonight when I am wearing nothing!" Yes, Rhoda was now going to be a bridesmaid. She was not going to have her man wear that gown. Even with the bickering and fighting about him wearing the gown gone, Max still did not want to dress like a woman. That just made him uncomfortable. Rhoda loved the gown. It was the most tasteful bridesmaid gown she ever saw, and now she had the body and mindset to rock that gown. Miss Francis at Stunning Bridal was more than happy to put an emergency rush on the alterations to the dress. They were minor and would not take long. Plus, she heard from the tone in Rhoda's voice how important it was to her to wear that gown. Mel and Maryanne were ecstatic when Max called Mel and the bride confirmed the offer for him and his wife to switch roles in the wedding party was still standing. Those two were relieved that their unconventional wedding was no longer causing friction between their friends. If that was not enough for them to say yes, they knew that Rhoda loved the dress. The day after their bachelorette party she could not stop raving about how much she loved the dress. That any woman would be crazy if they did not say yes to that dress as the option for a bridesmaid gown. Max flirted back with his wife, "Maybe I can get a little sneak preview of the coming attractions before dinner?" "Only if you keep on telling me about everything about me you find stunning!" The Vicker's went back to their little excursion. Rhoda hung on every word her husband said about Falling Waters. Part of Rhoda's concentration came from seeing how much Max admired the summer home. Another part was Max spiced up being an informal tour guide by peppering what he said with little complements about his wife. He made sure not to go overboard because he knew that too much salt can ruin a stew, and he wanted it to be natural. *********** Maryanne Fox was a little offput when her soon-to-be husband came down ready to go to the Seven Stars Hotel. Mellie Mel was nowhere to be seen. Her soon to be husband did not shave today. For most men skipping a day of shaving was nothing, not for Mel. He hated facial hair. The stubble on Mel's face was only the first warning sign that something was amiss. The other was his outfit. Mel was wearing a black Pittsburgh Penguins polo shirt with black carpenter jean shorts and his classic black Reeboks. When Mel wore all black, he was in total male mode. Mel being all man would not have been an issue any other time; Maryanne loved him, not that he dress in dresses. Now it was a problem. The love of Maryanne's life was going to be a bride in a little over 48 hours. He needed to be as feminine as possible to enjoy his dream wedding. They put a lot of work into having this wedding and she did not want their time, money, and efforts to be in vain. Mel was all Mel so he could enjoy the wedding as much as humanly possible. He saw himself forcing himself to be all man right now the same way as a person who was going to their favorite all you can eat buffet starving themselves a little beforehand. He went four days without dressing as Mel, not even panties. This built up his desire to express Mellie Mel even more, and knew as soon as they got to their wedding, he would be aching to dress. Mel sounded a little edgy when he said, "Come on, let's get going." Mel being as short as a catnap came off as him being curt. Maryanne knew her man was irritated. She became the handywoman of their relationship and started to try to fix whatever was wrong with her man. "Is everything alright my love?" "Yes, come on we're behind schedule. We need to get going." "Mel what is wrong? You have not shaved and what you are wearing? Mellie Mel would never wear that outfit. You are being short. Don't be nervous, you are going to be a lovely bride." Mel laughed. "My Foxy Lady, sorry. I am doing this to make sure I am a lovely bride. I wanted to look forward to being Mellie Mel the entire weekend and figured the best way was to not be her for a couple of days. I want to get to the hotel so I can take a nice bubble bath, shave, and put on some panties. Plus, I so need to add some color what I am wearing!" "Come here you dorkette. Never deny who you are. You would have still enjoyed the wedding if you just kept on being yourself." ************* Steve and Emily were upstairs packing for the weekend wedding excursion when there was a knock on their front door. Their outlook on how much they were going to enjoy this weekend was as bright as the pupils in an advanced placement class. Steve went downstairs and when he opened the door, his perspective became less bright, like that advanced placement class when a member of the school board used their pull to get their not so advanced child in. His frame of mind went from vacation to investigation. This was because Terry was standing there. Terry was not here to get or ask for forgiveness from Steve, but to give it to himself. The fox went to the hound's doghouse to get himself out of the proverbial doghouse he'd put himself in. Seeing Mikey this past weekend weighed heavily on Terry's soul. He finally saw the man he was going to hurt to try to get out of paying the check he wrote with that prank he pulled off at Steve's bachelor party. The hound just stood there, trying to sniff out what was the Fox's scheme. The last time the two shad seen each other, Steve left with the upper hand by not making Terry be a bride at his own wedding. Steve knew how vain the fox was, that it would eat at Terry he was one-upped. Still, the man thought he was out of the game. After Terry gave a greeting, Steve just stood there saying nothing. Even with being retired from this childish game of getting revenge, Steve still knew how to play Terry. The silence would make Terry talk and at least give hints, if not his entire plan. "Come on Steve don't be like this. I understand there is a little bad blood between us. You can at least be cordial and say hi back." Steve knew he was on the right trail when he picked up the scent of frustration. Now all he had to do was stay this silent course and he would find the information. It seemed like Steve hit a dead end. The signs of frustration went away from the Fox. Terry was hoping that the greeting would be a little warm from Steve, but fully expected it to be just cold. "Ok, I didn't come here to say hi. I just want to say I was wrong. I was wrong for pulling that prank. I was really wrong when I brought Mikey into it. I should have never have tried to get between you two. He had no horses in it that stupid race I started. "I am happy that you outsmarted me. That would have hurt Mikey so bad. I would have had to live with that when I came to my senses. I still do in a way for I did it in my heart. At least Mikey did not have to deal with it." Steve still just stood there, and by now Emily had come to see what was going on. She was also leery of Terry. The words sounded true, but with no trust, they were not believed. Steve's E wanted this interaction to be over so she closed the door. The best course of action was to make sure none of them had a chance to say anything that would instigate the old shit of trying to get each other back starting over. * * * * * * * * Even with having today and next three days off, Jessie went in even earlier than normal on Friday to start the BBQ. He wanted some time alone. He was feeling overwhelmed and needed to sort out why. Manning the pit today would be more like when he cooked only for fun. Watching that fire gave him peace and clearing out the clutter in his mind. Jessie knew he needed to do a reset on his mental outlook. He was gaining confidence everyday but that still did not stop him from reverting back to being unsure. The Smokehouse customers were leveling off. There were not as many first time customers coming in to try the place. This might make him and Rosey to push back the plan of her quitting her job to help run their restaurant. His loving wife had already been doing some work there and Jessie felt that was not fair to her. The wedding was not helping. Being a bridesmaid was not a normal situation for a man. Jessie could not help but start to be a little self-conscious about being in that gown. He took some solace that the doubt did not come from being concerned about what other people thought. Jessie just did not want to ruin his friend's wedding by looking like Milton Berle. Then Jessie also felt the pressure of catering the rehearsal dinner. The entrepreneur saw catering as a way to expand his business. Jessie needed to know if his BBQ held up to his standards when delivered to be used at other functions. This would be a great test run. Jessie knew if this failed then it would be harder to get back on his business plan. At least Jessie was not thinking about how the BBQ joint would do this weekend. Kola Okoye was in charge. Kola was almost as passionate as Jessie about BBQ and just as knowledgeable about it as him. They were internet friends before Jessie hired him. The two met on a Reddit forum about BBQ. Kola and Jessie having the same philosophy of a great BBQ chef was a master of many different styles was what made their bond. Kola came in and saw Jessie in deep thought. "Is everything alright Bossman Jessie?" "Yeah Bossman Kola. This is just a big weekend for the business and me. I need that BBQ to be as great as possible tonight." "Bossman Jessie, it will be. I am personally going to make it and deliver it. I will not let you down because you will not let down your workers. You treat us like family and make sure we can do our best." Those words did wonders for Jessie's attitude about the weekend. Even with his second in command's outlook on life being more positive than an audience after a Tony Robbins' speech, Jessie knew Kola believed them. Kola might have taken the lyrics of the Monty Python song "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" too seriously, but he was not a liar. "Thanks Bossman, if you don't mind take over the fire. I got a wedding to go to!" **************** Lorene was finishing packing for the wedding weekend and asked her husband what he thought about the burgundy floral print jersey dress and black jacket she was holding out. Without even looking, Kim said, "It would be great." "How about this Jersey dress and jacket outfit?" He did not need to see it to know he would prefer to wear that at the reception rather than his flower boy dress. He so hated the petticoat. It was too frilly and made the skirt of his dress flare out too much. That undergarment also made his dress uncomfortable to sit in. "You didn't even look at it." "Yeo-bo, I trust you on the look. Also, anything will be better than sitting in all those frills. I cannot get comfortable." "Damn, if I knew it was that easy I would have picked one of my cocktails dresses..." *********** Reberta "Bertie" Hull was visiting her husband's grave. Marshall Hull was taken away from his loved ones four years ago. Marshall's love of his life and beyond, and true companion Bertie made it a point to visit his final resting place at least a couple of times a week. The cemetery he was buried in, Christ the Holy Redeemer, was only a half hour walk from her home. Right after her husband passed away, Bertie visited his final resting place for therapeutic reasons. Just being in the presence of Marshall's physical remains brought her comfort. Now she made the visits for companionship. Bertie had a great social life, but she still found a one-sided conversation with her deceased husband better than talking with most of the people who were among the living. This was for she knew her Marsh would appreciate what she had to say more than other people. That her husband would also get all the inside jokes and references she made. "Marshall, you would be so proud of our sons. This weekend they are heading to Mel's wedding and both are in it! You know how I told you that Mel is a crossdresser, he is actually going to be the bride and wear a wedding gown. Here is why you would be proud of Steve, he is going to be the maid of honor. We raised him well, he is going to do right thing by standing up for his friend by standing at his side in a gown instead of conforming. I know not all men would have done what Steve did, but most men are just boys who are over 18. "Now Mikey, he is so enjoying living on his own. I will admit that I did not know if he had it in him. Even with Steve and Emily being his next-door neighbors, I thought the pressure would get to him. That he would forget too much and feel rushed getting the little everyday things done. They did not. In fact, he is thriving! "He is driving Steve, Emily and his girlfriend Jill up. Yes, our Mikey drives! That we knew he could do, but seeing that he now knows it also is just great. Jill is such a sweetheart, you would have loved her. Those two just bring the best out of each other. "Her parents are good people and you would have gotten along great with them. Over the last six months, I have become so close to them. Then again, it is easy to get along with them, we both love talking about our kids. I am going to be sitting with them at the wedding. "The wedding, I have to say that even with being a crossdresser, Mel is more man than most males. He is having a place set for you also." Bertie paused for a second and looked down at her wedding ring. She needed to get these words out with breaking down and that ring helped her. Seeing the band which represented the bond she had with her Marshy always helped her center herself. "He knows how important you still are in my life and wants to respect that. He also wants to respect how he saw you when he was growing up, as his favorite uncle. I know I told you most of this before, but you never got sick of me telling the same stories over and over when you were physically next to me. I figure the same is true even if I am only spiritually next to you. I have to get going. You are wonderful. Even now I only have to think of you when I am lonely and I feel your presence. You have kept your word of always being there for me. I love you." ************* The wedding rehearsal went as smooth as Yul Brynner's head. The ceremony itself was like the courtship of the couple, short and sweet. There was the bridal procession. A couple of readings about love and relationships. A couple of prayers to ask for blessing of the newlywed couple, and then the vows. After the rehearsal the bridal party met with a couple of the guests that showed up early for the wedding in the small rental hall of the hotel. Jessie was happy to see that the buffet from his BBQ joint was ready. Mel was amazed at the smorgasbord. He could not believe the generosity of Jessie and Rosey. There was no charge for this feast, this was their wedding present to Mel and Maryanne. Jazz was quiet and stayed at the table with her mom and dad. She was not assured in herself. Jazz believed that people would just see a teenage boy in a dress. Jazz's insecurities were all in her head. She had no need to worry about being rejected for who she was. All the men who were going to be at this dinner either had worn dresses or were comfortable enough with who they were that what someone else wore did not bother them. Plus, she dressed her age and any girl her age would not think twice about wearing her outfit out. It was a black jean skirt, purple stockings, flats and a purple shirt with short princess sleeves. Even with it being as conservative as investing in US Saving Bonds, Jazz felt as outrageous as a Bond villain's plan in it. As they walked in, Jazz perked up. Finally, she was going to meet someone just like her. Talking to other girls online was not the same as being face to face with one. She was a little nervous with this being her first time out in a skirt. Then seeing another male in one made her as comfortable as she was in her nightgown. Mellie Mel walking in like she was a queen and this room was her realm gave Jazz the strength to start to shine. Mellie Mel was wearing a simple black dress with a low neckline. The Gemini pendant necklace drew Jazz's attention to her cleavage. The bride-to-be's bosoms looked so natural and right for her body no one else even really notice them. In their minds, right then, Mellie Mel was female so her having a feminine chest was nothing out of the ordinary and it did not register in their conscious thoughts. The man in a dress did not have bosoms; but with a push up bra, some makeup, plastic, and a little bit of tape, he was a better illusionist than David Copperfield. This sleight of hand trick was real to Jazz and she needed to know more. Jazz knew that if she wore something which was more revealing she would want the same look as her second cousin. Her wanting cleavage did not change, it was the conviction in the desire. Jazz's answer to if she wanted breasts as Jazz went from a casual yeah to a hell yes! As Jazz left the Heenan family table to talk with the bride to be, her mom and dad went up to the buffet. The food looked amazing and the smell was even more divine than the visual presentation. The line of food looked that it would never end. There was a Texas style brisket, a few different styles of ribs: Korean, Kansas City and Carolina, pulled pork, buttermilk fried chicken, and BBQ and Jerk chicken. Then the sides consisted of baked beans, mac and cheese, coleslaw, and potato salad. Then finally, the desserts of pecan pie and banana pudding. When they saw the personalized feast waiting for them to pick from, John and Cindy both wondered how marvelous the food at the wedding was going to be. For most people, there was just too much to decide from. John and Cindy did not have that issue. A little sample of everything was on their plates. Jessie and Rosey Forsberg excused themselves from talking with Mel and Maryanne's parents when they saw people starting to serve themselves. This was a huge moment for their business. This moment was going to answer if their food was high quality when it was being catered. Those two were going to find out what plans of getting more business they were going to implement. Was it going to be by catering events or starting a marketing campaign? Jessie and Rosey so wanted it to be catering. That manner of becoming bigger just seemed more organic to them and also fit their style. The growth should come from the food and word of mouth, not from the words of paid advertisements. Rosey said, "It's good that you decided to taste test the fried chicken you and Kola have been working on." "Sugar, I did not. Bossman Kola did so on his own." Rosey loved how matter of fact Jessie said that. The old Jessie would have fretted over Kola making this decision. The Smokehouse was not serving buttermilk fried chicken yet. Jessie and Kola were pleased with how they cooked the chicken. Jessie was just wondering if they should refine the ratio of the herbs and spices which were used. Before, he would have had to think about doing the fine touches to his recipe until he was as sure as the Germans were about their engineering. Not now, Jessie knew that a taste test from strangers would help them come to the right conclusion. Jessie wanted the feedback from the people feeding on that chicken. Even with being as cool as the newest style, Jessie started to become a little nervous watching the Heenans eat. They both only ate one bite of everything from their plate and then had a little discussion. With the man and lady nodding their heads yes and looking eager to try the next course, Jessie could tell the discussion was going well. That did not lessen how nerve racking it was watching those two judge their meal. When Jessie and Rosey saw there was only the desserts left to try they went up to hear the verdict. Jessie and Rosey went up and acted like talking about the food was small talk. They did not want the unknowing taste testers to know they provided the meal. Jessie asked, "Me and my wife are going to get something to eat and just wondered what you two would suggest?" Cindy and John did not find this question out of the ordinary. People find something non-controversial to talk to strangers with. Also, their mostly cleaned plates made that a normal question to start a conversation. Cindy answered, "You cannot go wrong with anything from that buffet. It is all amazing. I need to know who catered this for Mel and Maryanne!" Rosey said, "We will make sure Mel tells you." Rosey did not tell them now because she knew that Jessie would pry for more details. He wanted to hear a neutral critique. "Good, I know how busy those two are. I really need to know. I work as an event/party planner. I want to use whoever this restaurant is. I so hope that they do hog roasts also. They are so huge for bachelor parties." That was all Jessie needed to hear, "We do. Sorry about not being upfront. This is the first time we provided catering for any event. I wanted to see if our food could travel and still meet our high standards. Oh man, I wanted to know about the fried chicken." "It does! The fried chicken was amazing. I love the little bit of heat. Too many people just think the hotter the better. Yours it will be hot enough by the time you are done eating." "By the way, my name is Jessie and this is my wife Rosey. We own the Smokehouse, its on Carson Street." As the Forsbergs joined the Heenans at their table, Jazz finally made it to talk with Melody. Her progress was delayed by people who wanted to give her moral support. As Jazz got closer to the bride, her eyes started to fixate on the Mellie Mel's cleavage. Jazz was ecstatic when she saw what she believed was real was fake. That meant she could have cleavage without having breasts. Mellie Mel was so happy to finally get to talk with the young lady who was getting help in finding herself from the wedding. It was going to be nice to chat with a girl who was at the start of her journey. Mellie Mel knew how important this was to Jazz and wanted to be there for her. This could be the start of Jazz's path of self-discovery becoming a whole lot smoother. Jazz started to fire questions at her second cousin faster than a fledgling guitarist would to Jimmy Page. Mel felt like a goalie being peppered with shots during a practice by all of them. It was impossible to even process the questions, yet alone answer them. How did you make it look like you have breasts? Do you still feel like Melody if you wear leggings or pants? When did you start dressing? When dressed as a man and a man holds the door for you does that make you feel girly? When Mel was finally able to get a word in, she told Jazz to calm down, they would have many more chances to talk. Jazz was sure that Mel meant well, but was not being truthful. Those two were not close. They were distant relatives which were meeting for the first time at a family event. Mel and Jazz would never see each other again after this weekend. Mellie Mel reassured Jazz that they would, because of one thing: they had the bond of being crossdressers. That Mellie Mel wanted to be there for her blood. Jazz and her mentor spent the rest of the night making their bond stronger. The rest of the night was a preview of the wedding. It was a showcase of Mel and Maryanne announcing to the world they were committed to each other for life and the people who surrounded them seeing that they were part of a new group. The people who already knew each other bonds became stronger and strangers started to become friends.