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Kristen's Journey
Chapter 18: Dress Shopping and Improbable Connections
Rebecca was continually amazed how her warrior girlfriend had transformed
into a giggling girl, spending hours reading every bridal magazine she
could lay her hands on. One night I swooned over a dark teal strapless
bridesmaid dress and rushed to show Rebecca and she actually yelled at
me. So maybe it was twelfth dress I showed her and maybe this time she
was sitting on the toilet, but is that any reason to get mad at me?
Besides, I have an excuse, my HRT. But every time I blame my behavior on
hormones, she reminds me that she's been through that herself and
excessive girly-ness was not a symptom.
So she was not looking forward to spending the day shopping with me, Jen,
and her other two bridesmaids. The wedding was going to be here, where
Jen grew up and where her mom, dad, sister and most of her relatives
still lived. I think I've been a little obsessed with this wedding
because a wedding is inherently a family affair. I've built a family of
friends but my real family consists of just my sister. Ok, that's not
entirely true. Megan has a wonderful husband and a six year old daughter.
But they live two states away and I've only seen her family once in the
last couple of years. The last time I talked to our mom was at Megan's
wedding. Mom never remarried and I think she never emotionally recovered
from the pain my father inflicted on us. I think Megan keeps in touch
with her, but I don't know if she's told mom about my transition.
Jen arrived at the bridal shop shortly after Rebecca and me. Rebecca was
quite content to take a seat and just watch with amusement. Jen came in
with a huge smile a ran over to hug me. Which was actually a bit painful
because my nipples were really tender. Yes, I'm seeing some growth and
have hopes of making at least a B-cup (funny, in school I was always
upset when I didn't get an A, now getting a C would make do handsprings).
I looked over Jen's shoulder and saw the other two bridesmaids come
towards us. Jen first introduced her sister Jackie who was obviously at
least seven or eight months pregnant.
"We're hoping the baby doesn't arrive during the ceremony or reception
because that would put us one over on the plate count we had to give to
the caterer," laughed Jen.
Jackie just gazed at her. Obviously she's heard this joke more than once.
Next Jen introduced her cousin Amber. Suddenly, out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Rebecca leap to her feet, holding her hands over her mouth. I
glanced in the direction she was staring. Walking into the store carrying
several bags was, was, was (I can hardly say it), Chad.
"Chad darling, bring those over here and put them by the dressing rooms
over there," instructed Amber.
I looked at Rebecca. Rebecca looked at Chad. Chad looked at me. Rebecca
looked at me. I looked at, well, you get the idea. Couldn't wait to see
which one of us spoke first. Actually the next person to speak was Amber.
She had seen Rebecca and was walking towards her.
"I think I know you. It's, oh, trying to remember, ah, Becky, right?"
Rebecca had a quizzical look on her face as if she might recognize Amber
too.
"It was a few years ago, at a transgender support group over at the
university. I wasn't on hormones yet back then. And I've had a little
facial feminization and a boob job since, so, oh and I was calling myself
Monique back then."
Rebecca nodded her head and said that she did indeed remember. She joined
us, shook Amber's hand and then not to subtly, held my hand. Rebecca told
everyone that she had been a group leader, sharing her experiences and
giving advise to other trans woman, early in their transition.
In the mean time, poor Chad hadn't moved an inch. Amber looked at him and
said "Chad! What are you doing? Do like I said and come over and meet my
fellow bridesmaid and her friend."
Have you ever heard about an adage in statistics about truly large
numbers? A really improbable event can happen given a huge number of
trials. Ever think about someone and then the phone rings and it's that
person? Like what are the chances? But think about the bazillion times
the phone rings and the bazillion times you think about people. A
minuscule probability times a bazillion is bigger than zero. You just
notice the time something weird like that happens. You never notice the
bazillion times it doesn't.
So, the probability that a guy walks through the door and sees the three
trans women he's fucked standing together might be ridiculously small,
but it could happen. Right?
After Rebecca and I started the new company (and she no longer worked for
Chad), we sort lost touch with him. We had seen on his Facebook page that
he wasn't with the gender bending artist Winsome (that's what they called
themselves, pretty sure I got the pronouns right). The last picture Chad
posted of the two of them, Winsome was wearing a miniskirt, knee high
boots, had long blond hair, and grown a beard. Not exactly Chad's type
after all. Rebecca might want to stick with management and give up on
matchmaking.
Amber wrapped her arm around Chad's and said, "Can you believe I found
this cute guy on a dating website? We chatted several times, made sure he
was not some creepy chaser. Cannot believe how lucky I am."
"Actually we do!" Before I could say anything else, Chad finally got over
the shock and stammered, "Ah, Amber, remember when I told that I'd dated
a couple of trans women before? Well, big coincidence, these are them."
Amber looked at Chad, turned to us, pointed and said, "These are the two
lesbians that dumped you?"
"Yes, that would be us," I said, then couldn't resist taking a shot at
Chad for saying we dumped him, "Chad turned us into lesbians." Chad
turned bright red. Rebecca sprang to his defense. "Kristin stop teasing
Chad! Sorry Chad." She turned to Amber "When we each dated Chad, we were
early in transition and still unsure of our sexuality. We found each
other afterwards. But Chad is a real catch and yes, you are lucky!"
Jen and her sister were in tears trying stifle their laughter. Finally
she said, "I am really looking forward to our bachelorette party so I can
hear more, but the saleswoman is bringing racks of dresses for us and I
also see a tray of champagne glasses waiting and some mineral water for
you sis."
Chad took that as the signal to escape, but before he left, he made sure
he gave Amber the longest, wettest kiss allowed in public (or at least in
a bridal shop).
Jen only had one requirement for the bridesmaid dresses. They didn't have
to be the same style, just the same color, and the preferred color was
green, a darker green like forest foliage. Jen was a botanist for her
state department of natural resources (studying the effects of a changing
climate - way to go Jen!). So the three of us headed for the bridesmaid
racks while Jen started evaluating the selection of wedding dresses.
Rebecca decided to stay with Jen rather be trampled by a bridesmaid
stampede.
Jackie pretty much took the first thing off the rack that was green and
was large enough to get into. Frankly she was mumbling something about
preferring to just wear a green tent. Amber and I on the other hand were
absolutely giddy. Is girly-ness contagious? The more girly one of us
behaved, the other gotten even girlier. A definite feedback loop. Every
so often I could see Rebecca look over, roll her eyes, and shake her
head. I didn't care if she wanted to act so mature. I wasn't going
apologize for wanting to experience feelings not available to me when I
was growing up. Well, maybe I will apologize later, when we get back and
are in bed together. Let's see, I could say something like "I'm sorry for
being such a bad little girl, do you want to spank me?". That should get
her in a better mood.
I don't want to spoil anything by describing our dresses before the
wedding, but I did have my heart set on something strapless. I tried
several on before finding one that was almost perfect. The saleswoman
assured me that after tailoring it would fit absolutely perfect and that
I was ample enough to wear it. I can't wait to see Rebecca's face when
she sees me in it because it's actually a very elegant, understated
dress. I did try on a few frilly princess style dresses, but this is the
one made me look, well like me.
Chapter 19: The Bachelorette Party
Before we left the bridal shop, Jackie asked me for Rebecca's email
address so that she could send her an invite to the bachelorette party
since she knew Amber. The guess list was comprised mostly of Jen?s
friends from high school and the bridesmaids. Megan and Jen?s other
friends from college were going to be at Beth?s party, being held at the
exact same time.
The party was held in a restaurant out in a western suburb near Jen?s
parent?s house. After introductions, we pretty much split into two groups
with Jen going back and forth. Jackie and the old high school friends
hung out at the bar while Rebecca, Amber, and I sat together around a
small table. The high school friends were a mix of straight and gay.
These were very accepting women who had grown up is a very progressive
part of the metro, so they weren?t avoiding the three trans women (well
maybe one of them). They just hadn?t seen each other in ages.
Just before food was served, Jackie stood up and thanked everyone for
coming. She momentarily teased us saying that she had looked for the
traditional bachelorette entertainment, but didn?t know if she should
hire a male stripper for one half the group or a female stripper for the
other half. Then she said that unfortunately, the restaurant wouldn?t
allow either. We all booed.
Amber nodded over towards the other group and told us the she didn?t
always have the best time in high school around some of Jen?s friends. In
high school Amber wasn?t Amber yet (nor Monique either). She was still
Matt, the most flamboyant gay boy in the west metro (maybe the whole
state). She told told us that Matt was so over the top that the boys in
school just ignored him. It was a few of Jen?s friends that bullied him a
when he tried to join in conversations about fashion, music, and even
boys.
Jen?s mom and Amber?s mom are sisters who are very competitive. Amber
said it was often hilarious during family gathering?s as Jen?s mom would
bemoan how difficult is was to have a gay daughter. Then Amber?s mom
would cut her off saying that it much more difficult to have a gay son.
She said this went on for years. Amber went on saying, ?Then about my
junior year in high school, I started wearing a little makeup, mostly
nail polish at first. Then a little mascara. Then over the summer before
senior year, I let my hair grow longer. One day my mom caught me digging
through her closet to find a skirt I wanted to wear to school. That
Thanksgiving at dinner my mom pulled ahead in the competition when she
triumphantly said that not only is my son gay, he?s now a crossdresser.
Two years later, Jen?s mom declared final victory when she pointed out
that she still had a gay daughter, but that now my mom just had a
straight daughter.?
?That?s funny. We look forward to meeting your moms. Now for the
unanswered question, how is your sex life with Chad?? I asked.
?Yes, time to compare notes,? added Rebecca. ?I don?t think I had a
single lovemaking session without Chad nibbling on my toes or maneuvering
me into a 69 position.?
?Those are two of the highlights from my date with him,? I said. ?So
details girl. Have you taught him any new tricks??
Amber sat back, looked around to see if any one was eavesdropping, smiled
devilishly and began giving us the pornographic version of their sexual
exploits. Of course first she had to wonder aloud about why two lesbians
were interested in sex with a guy. Hey, we can be voyeuristic about
anything we want.
?Ok, ok, I?ll get on with it. You?ll be surprised to learn that Chad and
I didn?t have sex until our fourth date! He actually was telling the
truth on his dating sight profile when he stated that he wanted a long
term relationship maybe eventually marriage.?
?I was the one who was only looking for something casual. By the end of
our second date I was convinced he wasn?t a chaser. On the third date I
was desperate to get into his pants. At least he let our good night kiss
at the door go on for a good ten minutes. I tried to pull him in but he
escaped.?
?Wait a minute,? interrupted Rebecca, ?we are talking about Chad aren?t
we? The guy at the bridal shop, right??
?Oh yes. I think the fourth date details will make that clear.?
?That evening he invited me to his apartment for a gourmet dinner. No,
Chad hasn?t taken up cooking, he had it delivered from a restaurant. But
it was a fancy restaurant and Chad did all the romantic set up. Flowers,
candlelight, soft music, like right out of an old movie. Girls, it was a
full blown seduction of girl who was already a sure thing. By the time we
finished eating and we?re headed for the couch with an after dinner
drink, I was in love and planning our wedding.?
?He took his finger and dipped it in the liquor and ran it across my
lips.?
Wait a minute, is that how Rebecca came up with dipping my toes in wine?
I might owe Chad a thank you note.
?Next he slipped his finger between my lips and I started to suck on it.
He said something like ?would you like other things put in you?? Maybe he
didn?t say exactly that, but that?s what I wanted him to say. I became
aggressive and this time he encouraged me. I kissed him very hard and
stuck my tongue into his mouth. I pulled it out as his followed into my
mouth. I fell backwards on the couch as he laid on top. I wrapped my legs
around him tightly as he lifted me and carried me to his bed.?
Rebecca and I sat there, mouths agape. This girl was describing details
as if they happened last night. But then, I remember every detail about
the first time I had sex with Rebecca.
?On the bed was a black negligee he?d purchased for me. I had him sit on
the bed and tell me what article of clothing to remove. By the time I was
down to just my panties, my cock swollen and popping out of the
waistband. Chad reached out and touched the little lace bow on on the
panties, and then slipped the panties down, exposing my erection. I let
the panties fall to the floor as he handed me the negligee. I slipped it
on, let my cock push against the shear fabric, and sat on the bed.?
?Chad stood up in front of me and we did the striptease with me telling
him what to remove.?
I turned to Rebecca and said, ?Oh we are going to do this the minute we
get home.?
?Oh, you can count on it,? as she gave me a long kiss.
?Do you want me to continue or what??
?Yes, Yes, more, more!?
?I gently wrapped a hand around his cock and stood up, taking mine in my
other hand. I kissed the heads together. I let them slide along each
other like two naked bodies. Chad lifted my chin and kissed me. I held
our cocks together with one hand and used the free one to pull Chad?s
head down pressing his lips hard on to mine. We licked and sucked on our
lips until we tipped over onto the bed.?
?The next detail you?ll recognize. He flipped around and we began giving
giving each other blowjobs. So I?ve had a lot more oral sex than either
of you, right?? We looked at each other and nodded in agreement. ?So I
enjoyed that more than any I had had as a trans woman or a gay boy. We
came in each other?s mouth and then rolled over and kissed, exchanging
and mixing our cum.?
?I?ve had more than my share of guys get up, dress, and run after dumping
their load in me. But the first thing Chad said was what a wonderful
first round, let?s cuddle and go for seconds. I was the first to become
aroused again. I straddled Chad?s face and ran my cock head on his lips.
He put his tongue on it and licked all around until it started to
stiffen. He went down on me until I was hard.?
?I asked him to roll onto his stomach so I could play with his ass hole.
I had told him on our first or second date how I really love feeling when
a guy?s cock enters me. How I can sense how pleasurable it is for him.
But I also find pleasure in penetrating my partner. So I placed my cock
on his entrance and paused. He slowly pushed back until the head of my
cock was ready to pop in. So I pushed back and I was inside. I fucked him
for a long time, sometimes really hard, like just before I orgasmed.?
?We didn?t speak. I laid on my back, spread my legs, pulled them back,
and simply said ?please?. Chad sat up and I was happy to see that he had
a massive erection. Didn?t waste a second before driving it deep into me.
We pretty much went through every position, never letting his cock leave
my ass. It was fucking amazing.?
?It was maybe after our third or fourth time we had sex when he told me
that was the first time he?d had a cock in him. I asked why did he let me
do it. Said it was because sex is for both partners to enjoy. That he
learned how pleasurable it was letting me.?
?So girls, that?s why I think I got lucky finding him. But he hasn?t
licked my toes yet. I need to tell that I would be pleased if he did.?
Then Amber slipped off one of her heels, wiggled her toes and asked if
there was something unattractive about them. I reassured her that they
look perfectly adorable and to tell Chad that if he didn?t service them,
one of your lesbian friends will.
Jen came over and asked if Amber was exposing any family secrets. We said
just one, but we were sworn to secrecy. It was a fun evening. Not as
raucous as I expected, but for a first bachelorette party I had a good
time. Amber is going to be a great addition to our circle of friends. We
asked her to give Chad a passionate kiss from each of us, for old time
sake. We said goodbye and drove home, all the way debating with myself
what I was going to have Rebecca remove first.
Chapter 20: Yay, Wedding Day
Rebecca woke me up the day of the wedding with a kiss, a cup of coffee,
and a yummy croissant. ?Ok sunshine, your big day is finally here.?
I looked up at her and took a sip of coffee. ?Thanks for putting with me
for these last couple of months. I know this is really Jen?s big day, and
Beth?s too. But it?s been really important for me to have this experience
and you have been so patient and supportive.?
She lightly brushed a few strands of hair away from my face, and just
smiled, and gave me a hug. ?Finish up your breakfast and get into the
shower, and no, I?m not joining you this morning. I?ll start gathering up
your dress, shoes, and makeup. We need to be at the hairdressers by
eleven.?
We left the hairdressers with my hair piled high on my head, little curls
framing my face, and a beautiful green satin ribbon woven through. We got
in the car and Rebecca, sounding like a mother, admonished me to roll the
window back up because we weren?t going to destroy three hours of work on
my coiffure. The second she said ?coiffure? I knew she was in a playful
mood and she was enjoying this whole ritual of womanhood as much as I
was.
I was the first bridesmaid to arrive at the venue, a restored mansion in
the historic area. We claimed a corner in the dressing area. Rebecca had
dressed at the hairdressers (she did have plenty of time to kill).
Rebecca always looks like a fashion plate when she puts on a pretty dress
and heels. Today she had on a cute flowy light blue summer dress and
white open toe heels. As much as she teases me about being too girly,
you?ll almost never see her wearing anything that doesn?t evoke
femininity.
We carefully did my makeup together. I needed her to do my eyes because I
didn?t dare trust myself applying eye liner today. We kept everything
subtle and understated. No Smokey eye and red lipstick today. Besides, if
anyone was looking at me, I wanted them see my pretty dress. So, the time
had come. Rebecca unzipped the dress bag. She took out my dress and laid
across my arms.
?Oh Kristin, it?s you.?
It was. A simple dress that said, here is a confident woman. It had
softly draped off the shoulder sleeves adjoining a sweetheart neckline. A
chiffon gown with ruched panels wrapping the bodice. My breasts were
cupped just right.
Rebecca was taking my shoes out the box, gray high heeled single strap
sandals with an ankle strap, when the rest of the bridal party arrived.
Amber ran immediately over and hugged us both. We?ve had her and Chad
over a couple of times for dinner (we?re still waiting for an invite from
Chad, but we realize he might be embarrassed to have us over to the place
where we both had sex with him).
Jackie looked very, very pregnant but was obviously happy to be
supporting Jen. Apparently her husband had parked their car right by the
side entrance in case a quick escape was called for. Guess the hospital
has been in the navigation system for weeks.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful. The brides were beautiful. All the
bridesmaids were beautiful. But for me the highlight and what I will
always treasure was the walk down the aisle. I was indeed paired with
Megan. She was wearing almost the exact same dress in blue, just without
the decorative sleeves. Her hair was styled the same. I swear we didn?t
coordinate. It?s just that we are sisters, it just had to be that way. We
hooked our pinkies and pledged to always be there for each other.
When it was our turn, we clutched our bouquets, and started to slowly
walk with the music. About halfway down, a little girl looked up the
aisle and waved, mouthing ?Hi mommy.? Megan returned a little finger
wave, and a motherly stare.
The last time I visited Megan and Michael (her husband) was over two
years ago. Their daughter, Emily was barely four. It was only the second
or third time she?d see me. I tried to play with her, but I was a
stranger to her, and she had no idea who or what Uncle Kris was. I never
connected with her.
As I passed close to Emily, she looked up at me and gave me the same
little wave she gave her mother. Then I heard her say softly ?Hi Auntie
Kristin,? I mouthed ?Hi? and gently touched her shoulder. Megan leaned
closer to me and a tear ran down her cheek. When we reached the end of
the aisle and turned to watch each bride walk down, all I could see my
niece, and sitting in front of her, Rebecca. All I could see was family.
Chapter 21: At the Reception
I cannot believe how many times I was asked to dance. I mean before
becoming Kristin, the only time I can remember dancing was once during a
high school theatre production, and at Megan?s wedding (and just with the
bride). Ok, so I danced with each bride, Rebecca of course, Chad,
Michael, Jen?s dad, two men (no idea who), and a couple the Beth?s
bridesmaids. My feet were killing me, and I had taken care to break in
the shoes.
When the band finally took a break. I sat down and put my feet up on
Rebecca?s lap. I looked down and saw that instead of her heels, she had
on a comfy pair of flats. ?Where did you get?? I began to ask when she
reached into her bag and pulled out my favorite ballet flats.
?You were having such a great time, I didn?t want to interrupt.?
?You my love are a life saver! Please take these sandals off my poor
aching feet,? My partner quickly undid the ankle straps and slipped the
shoes off. She gave me a foot massage while Michael got me some water and
refresh of champagne.
Like his daughter, I hadn?t made much of an effort to know him when I was
his brothers-in-law. But as his sister-in-law we are getting along
fantastically. He?s a few years older than my sister, so he?s nearly
seven years older than me. I?m older now and way more outgoing (entirely
due to my amazing partner who was still working the knots out my arches).
I never realized how interesting Michael is. I always thought Megan was
simply bragging because he?s her husband. Turns out Michael is a bit of a
power in local politics where they live. His consulting firm does
lobbying and public relations, all for progressive organizations. I had
not updated Megan on all the recent events surrounding Daisy Press So
Michael was not aware that Rebecca and I were in a similar business.
Just then the band came back and Emily (an endless ball of energy) ran
over to me and grabbed my arm and pleaded, ?Dance with me Auntie Kristen,
dance with me!? Rebecca slipped my flats on my feet. After I stood up,
Emily grabbed Rebecca?s hand and said, ?You too Auntie Becky, you dance
with us too!?
After three dances, Emily?s energy ran out. I picked her and went back to
our table. Within minutes she was sound asleep in my lap, her arms still
wrapped tightly around my neck, her head resting on my breasts. Megan
took out her phone and took a picture. I saw her taping the screen
several times. I looked at her quizzically.
?Just texting the picture to our mom.?
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