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So, the ending to this story has taken foooooreeever... But I am so glad
I actually get to finish it for you all! I have just been so busy doing
my own thing, that this was further down my list of To-Do's, but, I hope
you enjoy it! Sorry to leave you hanging for so long! Love, Ashley
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Chapter 13: The Wedding and The End
I got ready for the wedding on autopilot, and definitely found myself
moving much faster than I anticipated. Miranda had sent me a text
reconfirming I was meant to be there at 5 as I had requested not to be
included in pictures, and had just agreed to stand up at the alter, just
to help balance the number of people up there. I still don't know why I
had agreed to this...
Shortly after that, I bitterly texted James, simply stating: "Had to go!
Wedding stuff came up early! Had fun last night ;)"
It had pained me to put the "had fun" line... and the silly emoji... but
I felt like I owed him something. Though I wasn't sure what. Maybe a
punch to the face?
Yeah. Alex was definitely back.
I watched in horror in the mirror as the makeup I applied to my face and
the curls I put in my hair made me more and more adorable. I really did
make a pretty girl.
"Stop It," I muttered to my reflection. "This is it. Today is it. Then
we're done. Forever."
That statement was not fun to have followed by looking down and seeing
the two cute breasts sticking out of my chest. But those would go away,
I assured myself... as long as I stopped... my eyes floated over to my
hormone pills... just sitting there... none taken this morning...
I had (since running out of Felicia's birth control) started taking
hormones I had specially ordered from Thailand... I kept telling myself
they were probably placebo's anyway, and not the real drugs trans girls
took... but that was hard to argue -- considering how much I had been
developing lately... There was no way they weren't what I paid for -- a
bottle of anti-androgens and a bottle of estrogen.
I shook my head and stood up, with my face and freshly styled hair
looking every bit like it belonged to a sexy bombshell. I had put on
smokey eyes, and a little trim of purple that went well with the dress
that I picked off the hanger and began to wriggle in to.
I couldn't help admire my long smooth legs as they slipped into the
dress, and I paused only briefly to slide the dress up and over my
growing booty and hips. This dress fit me way too well.
For the next 15 minutes, I slowly but surely laced up the corset back,
silently cursing myself for not taking Miranda's advice to have someone
help me into this thing.
Part of the problem I soon faced was that for nearly 15 minutes I stared
down at my breasts, which only pushed up more and more with each tug...
and despite all my inner protests saying otherwise... I had to admit
they were sexy... I had pretty amazing breasts... and as I laced up and
tied the last of my dress into place, I rationalized that if this was my
last day doing this... It wouldn't hurt to have just a few more pills...
since this would be it anyway.
I quickly slipped on a pair of cute, short, strappy heels to finish the
dress off, then sashayed back to the sink, where my pills were still
waiting...
I took pause as I got my full reflection in the mirror while in this
lovely dress again.
God dammit.
I really did look fucking hot. I would never get a girl like myself if I
tried to pick her up.
"Of course not silly," I smiled, "that's why you make a much cuter girl
than a boy. Everyone likes you better as a girl anyway."
That wasn't true.... was it? Was... it?
I smiled at my reflection then picked up the pill bottle. If this was
going to be my last ride, maybe I'd double my intake to 4 instead of 2
today... just to say goodbye, and feel like I hadn't wasted money on all
these.
I took pause and looked at the front of my skirt, where I should have
seen a slight bulge... but I didn't... I was perfectly tucked away into
panties and I seemed to barely make a bulge down there anymore... maybe
I should take some anti-androgens today too, just to give it one last
little shrink before the wedding? Just to look good? Alex was losing
again.
"No!" I pleaded.
But I opened the second bottle anyway.
Then, to my horror, I watched as I put 8 of each into the open palm of
my hand.
They were gone and swallowed immediately -- before I even had a chance to
register what I had done.
"You idiot!" I yelled at my reflection... but the angry reflection only
made me look cuter. I could still taste the pills on my tongue... feel
my throat having swallowed them.
If... it this was the last time I would be taking these... I shouldn't
let them go to waste... they really would be just money I spent on
nothing. I could just take them all now... since I'd never be ordering
anymore ever again... what harm was it anyway, if I was going back to
normal again after this?
"Exactly!" Alina giggled, then dumped all the pills into a nearby cup.
"Just for the wedding... gotta look my best," she whispered.
I was going to raise the cup to my lips... but something deep inside
stopped me - finally. I actually audibly breathed a sigh of relief, and
I quickly set down the cup of pills and practically sprinted out of the
bathroom as fast as I could, fearing the longer I stayed - the more
likely I was to cave to my thoughts.
I stopped and exhaled, trying my best to erase from my mind what I had
done, and actually congratulating myself on being able to stop myself.
My congratulations were short lived as I grabbed my bag (I still refused
to call it a purse) and carefully made my way out of my apartment and
toward my car.
My nerves flared up as I did. But, the nervousness I used to feel at
walking out my front door had begun to wain recently -- I found the
action almost as easy as normally walking out my door when I wasn't
wearing women's clothing, and that scared me.
The drive to the park where the ceremony was being held was uneventful.
So uneventful I had nearly forgotten what I was actually doing and
wearing, until I pulled up, and stepped out of the car.
I felt my hands instinctively reach for my short skirt and begin
nervously tugging at it... my legs suddenly felt incredibly exposed as I
began to nervously walk towards where the people who had parked near me
were headed... Why had I agreed to this? I'm an idiot.
As I walked forward through the park, toward the increasing volume of
cutesy wedding music, it all became very real. I became very violently
aware of the fact that I was dressed like a woman, in a sexy dress. With
a full face of makeup. I became violently aware of my done up hair
lightly bouncing as I walked, and of my shaved legs as the wind tickled
them. And that I had agreed to stand in front of everyone during this
ceremony, and show myself off.
I could feel myself beginning to sweat a bit as I stopped at the edge of
a small clearing, where a small ceremony had been assembled -- made up of
a few rows of chairs, a couple tables, and a gazebo where the music was
coming from.
I desperately began searching for the familiar face of either Miranda or
Eric... but they were nowhere to be found... I did however catch the
eyes of several men about my age... who seemed to be checking me out, as
I stood there at the edge of the clearing... They all had girlfriends...
and it felt weird to think that I should have been the one here staring
at the cute girl at the edge of the clearings my girlfriend punched my
arm... not be that cute girl.
I considered just bailing, but then I saw Miranda rushing toward me at a
brisk pace, smiling with exaggeration at folks as she passed them. She
was in a purple dress similar to mine. Within seconds she was on top of
me and excitedly yelped, "You look amazing!" before jumping in for a
surprising hug and whispering under her breath, "I need your help!!!"
"I... oh, what's up?" I stammered. But she had already looped her arm
around mine and begun dragging me toward the trees she had originated
from.
"I'm so glad you showed up a bit early!" Miranda whispered between fake
smiles. "I'm so sorry I have to do this to you but Sandy is getting cold
feet. Well, not cold feet necessarily, she's just... kinda freaking
herself out."
"Sandy?" I asked, trying my best to match her pace in my heels. It
wasn't easy, I was still new to this.
"Sandy. The bride, sweetie." I could almost sense Miranda's eyes
rolling. I was never told her name, how was I supposed to know?
I was pulled from the clearing and we hurried along a foot path that
looped around the back of the Gazebo. We both passed a pond with a few
benches, where Eric and three other guys were gathered around the groom.
He was distraught, bent over on a bench, staring at his feet as the
other guys seemed to be whispering encouragement to him.
"What's going on, Miranda?" I asked in utter confusion.
"Well... we're supposed to be lining up here in about twenty minutes...
but... after pictures, Sandy kind of... Well she started having doubts."
She continued to pull me forward.
Eric watched us walk by and waved, a sense of relief passing his face.
He prodded the groom and pointed me out to him. My brain was reeling...
what was going on?
We turned right sharply and headed down another footpath, I could here
the background music getting more distant.
"What do you need me for?" I asked nervously. Once again, it took me
until the conversation had gone on for this long before I realized I had
been naturally using my girl voice, with my subtle Russian accent. When
had that become my normal voice?
"Well... I was hoping," she said earnestly, "that maybe, you could talk
some sense into her. Because... you know... you two have similar
perspectives in your life. And she just needs to hear someone who can
connect on her level.
For some reason my brain took a second to connect the dots. Then it hit
me. Of course. Eric had told me that -- Sandy was a trans girl ... like I
had told everyone that I was... whoops.
"Oh... I... I don't know Miranda... I mean... I'm only... I... I'm still
kinda new at this."
"Don't be silly, look at you, you're like the ideal trans girl." She
said as a compliment, but it made my stomach lurch a bit, "Just, please,
she needs someone to talk to."
A part of my brain wanted to ask if the reason I had even been invited
to this silly wedding had been in case something like this happened, but
I bit my tongue. Instead I just continued to get dragged along until we
came to another clearing, where two bridesmaids in varying styles of the
purple dress I was wearing were standing around the bride. And the
bride, much like her groom, was sitting on a bench, looking horribly
distraught as the girls around her gave her encouragement.
Sandy looked beautiful in her dress, and a dark part of me that I wished
wasn't thinking it, wondered what I would look like in a wedding dress
like that some day. Sandy was cute, although much taller than me by
almost a foot, and despite a few facial features that were more
pronounced, like a sharper nose and chin, and some slightly wide
shoulders -- she was every bit as pretty as any other bride I had seen
in the world.
The other girls looked incredibly relieved as Miranda marched me over to
the bride. And I felt my nervousness only increase more as I was almost
planted like a gift in front of Sandy.
Sandy looked up at me and smiled sadly. "Hi," she whispered.
"Hi Sandy." I was surprised I could talk. "I'm Alina, it's so nice to
meet you, you look amazing. I love the dress."
"Oh my god," she actually smiled a bit, "your accent is so cute! Miranda
told me all about you, but I'll be honest, you're like the cutest thing
ever in front of me right now."
"Oh... thank you," I replied blindly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Miranda join the other girls, and they all just stood there, seemingly
waiting for me to do something.
"How.. How are you..." I started before finally succumbing to the
pressure. "Actually, you know what? I'll just say it, this is awkward. I
don't even know you and I'm demanding to know what's going on
apparently."
Sandy actually giggled a bit, which made me feel better. So, I just
continued, "Honestly, how are you doing? You seem upset."
"I don't know..." she whispered, "I just kind of got blindsided out of
nowhere. I've been so happy all day, then, the photographer showed me
back a photo of us together, and I couldn't help but think like... I'm
not good enough for him you know? Like... I'm not a real woman. And I'm
messing up his life by pretending that I am... Do... do you ever feel
like that sometimes?"
I couldn't help but feel awful. The woman in front of me seemed so
lovely, and had obviously gone through so much in her life, and here I
was... in a dress... and makeup... and lingerie... because it gave me a
sexual thrill. I was nowhere near her level.
"I... of course I have," I stuttered, "I... I don't know what I'm doing
half the time. Sometimes I don't even know who I am in the morning."
She stared. Did she want me to say more? Was this even helping the
situation?
"But Sandy," I continued more confidently, "there is no way that man
doesn't love you. And you obviously love him. What part of any of that
sounds like you'd be messing up his life by making him happy?"
She nodded a bit. "I... I do love him."
"Of course you do," I stated, "Sandy, you are a woman. Don't risk losing
a chance at happiness by trying to convince yourself otherwise."
She smiled again, I was surprised... had I actually helped her out?
Where had this motivational side of myself even come from?
"Thank... thank you so much Alina. I just... I don't know... I just
needed to hear someone else say it? You know. And you're an amazing
woman too, do you know that?"
I didn't know what to say... everyone was staring. I couldn't say no.
But if I said yes, I was publicly declaring that I wanted to be like
this. I didn't want to be like this! Alex was still in control! He very
much wanted to change this path...
But I I felt myself wain. For the first time since starting this, I used
my brains instead of my sexual desires. I had to say yes. The woman in
front of me was the person who really deserved to be who she was.
"Yes, thank you Sandy..." I said confidently.
She just smiled, and I knew I had somehow managed to do the right thing.
Sandy immediately turned to her bridesmaids and began gushing and
apologizing. Miranda gave me the biggest smile ever and then rushed to
tell the boys the good news. I slowly faded out, as my body went into
some kind of weird auto pilot...
The wedding from that point on proceeded without a hitch... but I don't
really remember it. I just walked, stood, nodded, and clapped when I
needed to, and generally reacted to everything in stunned but friendly
silence... while also choosing desperately to ignore the moment my
groomsmen partner looked me up and down with his eyes as we walked
around.
As the after party started up eventually, I broke away, thanking Eric
and Miranda for the "fun", and the invite. They both thanked me
profusely for saving the big day. But I didn't really hear what they
said, I was so out of it.
I drove home in silence. I felt sober for the first time in months. This
time, I really did feel silly. The dress around me shouldn't be on me.
The boobs on my chest shouldn't be there. For the first time in months,
Alex was actually back. And he was finally ready to stop all this for
good.
I parked the car and pulled out my phone.
I texted Felicia something that had been on my mind for a while:
"Felicia... I am so, so sorry for what I said and did. You hurt me.
There is no way for me to deny that. And I reacted to that in more than
one crazy way. But you didn't deserve what I did to you in return,
whatever that stupid act of " revenge" was. I hope that you can find it
within yourself to forgive me for that, and I hope you can find
happiness moving forward. Wherever that is."
I waited in the car for about an hour after that. Just breathing
silently, and staring at the brick wall I had parked in front of. My
phone did finally buzz, and I got a message back saying:
"It's okay. I'm sorry too. I hope you find happiness as well."
The message didn't really make me feel much better immediately, but I
figured in time -- it might allow me to move on. And at least, on some
level, it felt like some kind of real closure on this whole, absolutely
crazy adventure I had just gone through over the past couple of months.
I finally stepped out of my car and walked up to my apartment, sliding
my heels off as I went. I even casually tossed them in the nearby
dumpster as I walked, feeling no regret or sadness at the loss. I was
ready to take the dress off and toss it too. Actually, there would be a
lot of things I would be tossing out tonight.
I paused as I pulled out my keys and reached for my doorknob... There
was an item hanging from my doorknob.
It took me a second to register. It was a bra. I quickly scanned the
complex, but noticed nobody looking at me. This was embarrassing. What
kind of stupid joke was this? I didn't need this now.
But then I noticed the note hanging from the tag.
I gently lifted the black bra from my handle and flipped it over to read
the note.
It said:
"Better get used to this new bra size Babydoll. I've never seen somebody
get funded that quickly before!!! Now we just need to schedule you ;)
TTYL! Text me!"
My heart dropped as I checked the band of the bra... it was a C-cup bra.
A bunch of men online had already funded my breast augmentation?
My sobriety died that night.
I quickly unlocked the door and rushed in, feeling every ounce of my
sexual desires break forth like a bursting dam -- like they had been
building all day.
I rushed to my bedroom as I quickly as I could and violently pulled at
the dress on my body, proving more difficult than intended with the bra
still in my hands.
I shimmied out of the cute little dress and tossed it roughly to the
floor as I crawled up on to my knees on top of my bed.
My breasts were already free, which was perfect.
I slipped my arms through the straps of the sexy little bra in my hand
and quickly adjusted the straps and clasped it behind my back.
I adjusted my cleavage, looking down in excitement at the fact that in
this bra, there was still plenty of space to grow.
I gently squeezed the soft satin of the cups that were too big for my
bust and smiled evilly:
"Sorry Alex... looks like Alina is getting her boobs!"
Before I could stop myself my phone was in my hands and I had typed out
to James "OMG! You're the best!!! Schedule me ASAP!"
I hit send.
Then I leaned over on all fours, staring out at my reflection, at my
boobs hanging inside a bra that would soon be fully filled.
Christ, I looked hot in that position. The curve of my ass visible over
my back. The ill fitting but still sexy bra. My wedding makeup and hair.
A girl in this position needed a guy behind her. Putting her in her --
"Noooo!!!" I actually physically screamed as my hands moved on their own
volition.
I was texting while simultaneously yelping, "No!!! No no!!! Don't send
that!!!"
But it was too late, I winked at my reflection and hit send on my
message to James:
"Let's celebrate! Get your cute little butt up here and fuck me in the
ass ;)"
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I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could catch a glimpse of the police
officer better as he pulled up behind me and snapped off his lights. I
shouldn't have been speeding.
After a beat he stepped out, and I quickly scanned his appearance and
sighed in relief. He looked like he was about my age, and he was cute! I
might have a chance here.
I quickly went to action and gently grabbed a hold of my B cup sized
breasts resting in their push-up bra and cupped them. I thanked myself
for deciding to wear something a little sexier in the lingerie
department this morning. I could see the deep purple satin and lace cups
of my bra already poking just above my tank top.
I started jiggling my boobies into place and squeezing a little so that
my cleavage showed quite extensively over the top of my tight top. They
sure had gotten big... It was at that thought that I stopped -- I looked
down at my breasts resting in their cups. Something seemed to click and
I examined myself further.
Beyond my breasts was a cute, thin little waist that I had worked long
hours to mold into the perfect hourglass shape. My tight little tummy
could be seen just below the edge of my white tank top. Beyond that, was
a pair of sexy short shorts that looked like they were painted onto a
set of wide, child bearing hips, and also held a plump, cute little ass.
I could feel my sexy purple panties squeezing and caressing my butt
cheeks beneath the shorts.
Sticking out of my short shorts were a pair of long, smooth, sexy legs,
that ended in a pair of overly sexy purple heels that seemed a bit much
for the outfit I was wearing.
I looked up in the mirror again, my hands (with painted purple
fingernails) were still gently cupping my breasts, and were paused
halfway through the cleavage adjustment.
I stared at myself in the mirror, a dark black pixie cut framed a cute
face, that had a little too much make-up on, but nothing too extreme. I
watched in surprise as my plump red lips slowly whispered, "Oh my God,
what have I done?"
One significant thing I had overlooked in my self examination was the
little thing still tucked away in my shorts. 7 months ago I was Alex, a
short nerdy kid with ex-girlfriend issues, and today I was Alina, the
sexy bombshell who was adjusting her B-cup sized boobies to try and get
out of a ticket.
And my identification sure as hell didn't look like me right now.
I should have been shocked that after that examination of myself. I
should have been worried about the fact that I 100% looked like a sexy
girl. But I wasn't, I was only upset that I had left my new updated ID
back home.
I heard a tap on the window and I jumped a little, before turning and
quickly rolling it down.
The officer stared down at me... he was definitely my age... and
admittedly cute.
"I'm so sorry!" I yelped apologetically.
"It's okay miss, do you know why I pulled you over?"
"I... I'm not sure? I'm not entirely used to these heels, was I
speeding?"
I looked down at the heels, unintentionally bending over a bit to show
my cleavage.
"No, no, you were fine there. I just noticed your tabs are out of date.
Can I see your license and registration please."
I felt my body seize up, and I instinctively grabbed my purse and began
to shuffle through, having no idea what in the world I was going to do
when I handed him an old male ID.
"So, where are you headed?" he asked politely.
I paused the purse shuffle. "Uh... well... it's kinda embarrassing..."
"Oh?" He smiled, seeming to take my response as a joke.
"Yeah... I'm... I'm on my way to get..." I motioned to my chest,
"These... a little bit... bigger."
The officer just stared at them as I pointed them out.
"C cups," I stated blandly. Not even sure why I said it.
"Well miss, I think they look great as they are, but I'm sure you'd look
great with that too." He seemed to say it without realizing what he was
saying.
"Are you flirting with me?"
I actually saw his face flush.
"No! Oh no, nothing like that miss. I apologize."
"Oh..." I shuffled through the purse a bit more... then took a breathe,
and decided to risk it, I smiled up at him "Do you want to be?" I asked
coyly.
He stared. Face still flush.
"Sorry, you're just cute," I stated. "You're flustering me."
I began digging in the purse again... "I know it's here!" I whined
cutely. "I'm so sorry it's taking me this long."
"You know what miss, it's fine. I'll let you off with a warning." He
stated, trying to regain his professionalism. "You have a nice day."
He scuttled away from the window quickly. Oh my god, he was actually so
nervous about our interaction, he was taking himself out of the
situation!
"Get those tabs up to date, or there will be trouble next time." He
stated as he began backing away.
"You promise?" I pushed.
"Uh... ye... yes miss. Have a good day."
He retreated, his whole body awkward and stiff as he tried to smoothly
retreat back to his car.
Good god... Alex definitely would have gotten a ticket for that. Maybe
these boobs really were a good thing!
I wonder what I would get away with if I had a vagina! I giggled to
myself, then looked down.
My crotch did look really smooth in these cute little shorts... but..
what would they look like... smoother? I mean, I didn't want a vagina,
that was silly. But, a lot of tgirls got orchi's... I bet I would look a
hell of a lot cuter in my panties if I didn't have those pesky balls.
My hand found itself down to my crotch, where it gently rubbed the
smooth front that was there.
Oh yeah, definitely. I definitely need to lose these. I looked in the
rear view mirror at my reflection and winked at Alina. There was no
words of protest in my mind anymore.
Alex didn't need them anymore anyway, because Alex wasn't there. Just
Alina.
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