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Mark hated Claire. Despite becoming his aunt after marrying his uncle,
he couldn't stand her. Claire was a confident, decisive woman. With long
blond hair and a curvaceous figure, she cut an immaculate image beside
her new, and rich, husband. She was also, of course, a shameless liar
and only a slutty outfit away from being considered a bimbo. Her
relationship with her husband, Jeffrey, proved her to be a gold digger,
siphoning money from his bank to fuel her and her friends' costly
lifestyles. Some would say it would be a dream come true to have an aunt
who was friends with five lovely models. Mark, a constant witness to
their personalities, would disagree. His uncle's mansion used to be his
favorite place to visit. The large, open rooms were often the setting to
a plethora of imagined scenario's Mark would play in his head. Sure, the
young man shouldn't be using his time so childishly now, but it was the
one slice of nostalgia he had as he grew up. Claire changed all that.
Before he could object, his uncle had proposed to her and she quickly
moved in. Mark and his family weren't even at the wedding. Claire and
Jeffrey disappeared one week, and the next time they show up, it's
official. When asked to see the wedding photos, Mark's mother was
swiftly informed that no photos were taken nor was there any video.
Naturally, they were all suspicious of Claire. Where Mark lived, it was
not uncommon for women to marry financially stable men, pay little to
nothing on the wedding ceremony, and then retroactively sell the man's
more expensive possessions to make a quick buck.
Indeed, Mark resented Claire. The slim young man never liked her, and he
let everyone know. His parents and friends would listen to his rants
about the new actions of Claire that boiled his blood. He would list off
in his head all the little things about her friends that irritated him.
Claire's very existence seemed to be an act of blasphemy to the boy.
Perhaps if he had kept it to himself, the following events would never
transpire.
"Mark, dear, you've spent an awfully long time in there. Do you need
some help?"
While one of the few times she isn't annoying, the stress of the
situation made it out to be. I was going as fast as I could. It isn't my
fault it comes out slow.
"I'm fine, Claire. I don't need your help."
Getting it up and going was hard enough without outside pressure. Not to
mention last time I rushed it got everywhere.
"Are you sure? Sophia has the magic touch with these things. She can
make it spray out if you let her."
Before I can refuse outright, Sophia, a raven-haired Spaniard, speaks
up.
"It's true young man. Let me in there and I'll show you the ropes."
As the rest of Claire's friends, I call them harpies, started giggling,
the last of the hot, steaming liquid came out. As quickly as I could, I
poured it into six cups, placed them on a tray, and brought it to the
living room, where the flock of harpies were gathered. Each of them took
a cup eagerly. Claire was the first to drink.
"Ah, nothing quite compares," Claire sighed.
I merely rolled my eyes.
"It's just coffee. I don't see the big deal," I remarked.
"Mark, the true sigil of civilization is a cup of coffee."
"Yeah, well the true indicator of a failing civilization is a coffee
machine that looks like it's from the thirties. Are you ever going to
replace that thing?"
Aunt Claire merely grimaced.
"Would it interest you to know I'm something of a hoarder? If it has a
potential use, I keep it. The coffee machine still works, so I intend to
keep it."
Hoarding, just one more thing to add to the list of things to hate about
Claire.
"You spend enough of Jeffrey's money on clothes already. What's one more
expense?"
"My dear nephew, I doubt your little male mind could understand the
first thing about the importance of fashion. Besides, if I had a job,
I'd use my own money. Alas, your uncle is a caring man. He didn't want
his bride to work when she doesn't have to. So here I am, a housewife
through and through. With that in mind, of course I'm going to use his
money. Not now though."
Her explanation only irritated me further. She could at least have some
shame!
"It isn't fair for you to use him like that," I said.
She lifted her eyebrow to that.
"Why not? I spent all the money I had on our wedding. He didn't pay a
dime. We think it's more than fair."
While her friends could tell I was getting tense, she could not. My
uncle was practically my hero, and here this woman is talking about how
fair it was that she uses him for money. I'm not stupid. Everyone knows
she was a nail salon employee before meeting my uncle. There was no way
she could have saved up enough money for a wedding ceremony. This time,
I'd finally call her out on it.
"Cut it out with the innocent act. Everyone knows you didn't pay much of
anything for your so-called wedding. You're just a whore trying to
exploit my uncle with your slutty harpies!"
Said harpies gasped. A silence hung in the air as Claire stared daggers
at me. I felt intimidated by the look of hate she was giving me.
"Get out. Now," she all but hissed.
Quickly, I obeyed.
The end of Summer was at hand. Leaves were beginning to show patches of
orange. Most students were spending their time relishing the last bit of
freedom they had. That is to say, many were spending it recklessly.
Rumors had already begun spreading about classmates. A girl named Lydia,
for example, had declared she was getting married. No one has seen the
groom, so most everyone laughed it off.
I, however, didn't get much enjoyment. My aunt Claire had asked to speak
with me. Truth be told, I was little more than uneasy. I don't regret
what I said, but the thought of facing her after the fact was a little
terrifying. I walked up to my uncle's mansion. His car was missing, but
that wasn't surprising. He often worked for long hours. It's good that
he isn't here now. I'd rather not explain to him what happened if Claire
and I get into a fight.
I meet her on the porch. She's a sight to behold. Two-inch heels raise
her higher as she wears a short parfait dress. The dress is a one
shoulder affair with a parfait colored flower on the shoulder strap. She
also has hair and makeup done. She seems ready to go out to a formal
party rather than talk with her nephew. Unless she's into younger
guys... I don't like where that thought is going.
"My dear Mark. I'm so happy to see you," she said with a smile, "I
imagine you're wondering why I asked for you to come here. Well, come on
inside and I'll tell you."
She led me into the mansion at a quick and almost excited pace. I
briefly wondered what got her so happy. After all, last we spoke I said
something I probably should've kept to myself. Still, I suppose it is
better than her being angry.
We scaled the stairs and moved down the halls, coming to a stop at the
end of a corridor. I recognized where we were. The two doors on opposing
sides of the walls led to dance rooms. I never knew why my uncle had
them installed, but the open space of both of them lined with mirrors on
the walls inside had made them of favorite place of mine as a child.
Though both doors were shut, I could see the faint outlines of a shadow
from beneath the door to the left. I presumed that's where she wanted to
talk, so I moved to open it. Before I could reach the handle, Claire
grabbed my wrist, holding it firmly.
"No, no. We talk in here."
She motioned to the door to the right and pulled it open, leading me
inside as she did. The room was different from what I remembered. In the
center of the room was a pedestal, the kind boutiques have for
customers. There was also a rolling chair that, admittedly, was rather
out of place. She closes the door behind us, and we delve deeper into
the spacious room. I turn to Claire and ask what's going on.
"So, what did you want to tell me?"
"It's just that I've been thinking about what you said. You see, I get
it now that I've calmed down. Of course you would think the worst of me.
The reason you'd think that way is because you don't know anything about
the wedding. So, I wanted you to come today so I can prove it to you."
As much as I hated her, I do agree that some proof may alleviate my
disdain for her, if only a little.
"Alright, Aunt Claire. What evidence do you have?"
My Aunt smiled maliciously. It was the kind of smile one gets when all
their plans are falling into place.
"Well that's just it. As I had told you on the day you insulted me so
brazenly, I'm something of a hoarder. I keep everything of potential
use. That includes certain souvenirs from the wedding."
Claire clapped her hands twice. On cue, the door to the room bursts open
revealing her friends on the other side. They quickly shuffled in,
closing the door behind them after. Each of them carried several items.
Two carried a brown wig and a heavy looking box. Another one held a bag
stuffed with something unseen in one hand and shoes, specifically heels,
in the other. A fourth woman held garments that I was not familiar with.
Sophia, however, carried something only a blind man could miss: Claire's
wedding dress. Perhaps most striking of all, every one of them wore the
same parfait colored dress that Claire wore. It couldn't be a
coincidence. These women were dressed as bridesmaids.
"Claire, what is this?" I asked with a shiver.
She placed her hands on my shoulders from behind me as the other women
set up everything. When they had finished, they formed a semi-circle
around me, giggling with mocking grins.
Hardening her grip Claire whispered into my ear, "This is how you'll
know I wasn't lying. You'll experience exactly what it's like to be a
blushing bride, whether you like it or not. Ladies, strip her!"
Claire pushed me forward into the waiting arms of the now squealing
harpies. They striped my shirt off before I could process what was
happening. Two of them then grabbed me by my arms and lifted me up
slightly. I tried to wench free, but they were too strong and too many.
The other women pulled my shoes and pants off after a struggle, followed
by my briefs and socks. I was completely naked. As they held onto me, I
could see Claire calmly picking up my clothes and casting them out the
one window the room had. Sophia grabbed my chin and forced me to look at
her.
"You're so lucky, princess. You're getting your first pair of panties."
She raised a silk, white pair of panties in front of me. Adding to its
femininity, it had two white bows on the sides. Sophia reached down and
slid my feet into them. I struggled and thrashed, vainly hoping to
prevent the inevitable. Sure enough, the women held me tightly.
"Oh my. We have a feisty one."
Irregardless of my resistance, Sophia slid the panties up my legs. I was
in. To my shame and embarrassment, the soft texture of the panties
aroused me, and my unmentionables stood in attention, bulging the
panties outward. The women loved it.
"Aww, she likes them!"
"That's so precious!"
Sophia, in particular made me blush. "Oh my. Look at the little guy."
To my shock and arousal, she gave it a quick kiss. "Sadly for you, it's
too little for my taste."
Though they poked fun at me, it was clear they had no intention of
slowing down. One of the harpies had already brought up a white, lacy
bra. Made with a sensual material, it reeked of femininity. They forced
my arms through the loops and hooked it behind me. I noticed the bra
itself hanged loose on my chest. It was when Claire stepped up that I
realized the intent. In her hands were two silicon breasts.
"I had these special ordered. It's only right I did so. After all, it
would be mean to allow our blushing bride here to be flat chested."
Once she turned them around to place under the bra, I noticed the
telltale signs of adhesive. I shook violently, trying whatever I could
to get away from her, but I was outnumbered. At all sides, the harpies
stood there giggling, holding me in place. Claire took her time, making
sure as she pressed them to my chest that they would stick. At last, she
removed her hands and, sure enough, they stuck. Screeching in
excitement, the women backed off for a moment to see their work thus
far. Still reeling from what was happening, I looked for a way out. I
ran for the door but almost rammed into it out of imbalance. The breast
size was heavier than I expected.
"What do you think, ladies? Doesn't the D cup size suit her?" Claire
haughtily taunted.
Ignoring their critiques of my false breasts, I tried turning the knob
to the door. It wouldn't turn. I tried harder, but it just wouldn't
budge.
"You can forget about trying to escape, honey. Sophia locked it good and
tight. It's only a matter of time before we finish dressing you.
Speaking of which, let's give the princess her hourglass figure, shall
we?"
I knew exactly what was coming next. Desperately, almost pleadingly, I
pulled and twisted at the doorknob to escape. Yet it never turned. The
harpies grabbed hold of me and dragged me back to the center of the
room. There, Claire set up the chair in front of me. Sophia and the
others wrapped a white corset around my waist and began tying it.
"Please don't..." I plead.
Claire looked to me without any sympathy.
"I suggest you hold on to the chair tightly."
Instinctively, I obeyed and not a moment too soon. Sophia began
tightening the corset. I let out a yelp at the constriction. She gave a
strong tug, squeezing down my waistline bit by bit. Though I howled in
agony, I couldn't bring myself to speak.
"Come on. We can get another three inches," Sophia hissed.
Sure, enough they managed it. With each pull, my body was shaped more
womanly. My waist shortened, meanwhile my chest and rear end grew
slightly. I wanted to get away, to somehow get out of this thing, but
the corset needed help getting untied. Whether I liked it or not, I was
now trapped. I looked to the mirrors on the wall to see what they had
done to me. I shivered at the sight. If it wasn't for my obviously male
head, I would've sworn I was a woman.
"Excellent. She's beginning to shape up. I was worried you wouldn't have
my figure when I wore the dress," Claire observed.
With that done, they threw me into the chair and raised my legs. I tried
resisting, but the corseting drained me of my energy. Two of the women
pulled out a pair of white stockings and gingerly rolled them up my
legs. They were embroidered well, with white flowers embroidered all
about it. Somehow, the soft material brushing against my skin aroused me
even further. If I had a view of the mirrors from behind the mob of
women around me, I knew I would see a hefty amount of blushing on my
part. Claire didn't seem to miss my reaction.
"My, my. You're enjoying yourself quite a bit, aren't you? Perhaps we
should dress you up more often."
The women laughed thoroughly at the implication. Sophia bought out the
heels next. They were, like everything else, white. They also were three
inched. Making sure to make it as girly and fairy tale as possible,
Sophia overexaggerated placing them on my feet. She then pulled a strap
around the top of them, locking my feet into them. I experimentally
tried to kick them off, but to no avail.
My torture was nowhere near over, however, as they grabbed my wrists and
held out my arms. Two of the women took both sides of me and slipped
long gloves up my arms until it reached above the elbow. Their hands
slid up my arms as they did so before the gloves straightened out and
they gripped my wrists again. Claire then revealed a small tube of
adhesive glue. As much as I struggled, it was once again in vain and she
began to apply it to the underside of the gloves.
"Don't worry. It's not dangerous or anything," Claire looked me in the
eye. "Although, I doubt you'll be removing them until after the main
event."
I shuttered at that.
"Main event? W-what's that?" I inquire frightfully.
"Now, now. It wouldn't do to spoil the surprise. Onto the girly fun!
It's time we dolled up that face of yours."
Sophia held onto my shoulders, forcing me to remain seated. Meanwhile,
Claire led her harpies to the big box. Out from it they retrieved their
tools of feminization. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, foundation, and all
manner of cosmetics. I attempted to get up but was quickly pushed back
down. I could only watch helplessly as they inched closer, grins on
their faces with makeup held like scalpels. One of them had no makeup.
Instead, she held several coils of rope. Together with Sophia and one
other, they bound my arms to the armrest and wrapped a coil tightly just
underneath my breasts, pinning me to the chair. As they did so, they
talked over each other about all the things they would do to bring out
the most feminine me possible. Finally finished tying me down, they
began their work.
They started assaulting my face with makeup of all sorts. Foundation was
applied first, coating the skin on my face. After that, they split into
teams, working on each part of my face in tandem. Blush was applied
liberally to my cheeks and my lashes were highlighted and elongated with
thick mascara. Bronzer was brushed over my face as my eyebrows were
plucked to a thin line. I couldn't move my head at all to disrupt their
work, as Sophia had a firm grip on my head and chin. This went on for
some time. For the finishing touches, and not with any shortage of
snide, Claire applied a thick coat of bright red lipstick on my lips.
She took her time, seductively and mockingly brushing it back and forth.
To my shame, this act, though inspiring no small amount of intimidation,
aroused me once more. Claire grinned in satisfaction upon seeing it.
"I think her transformation is almost complete," Claire told the women.
"Even so. the bride here needs a better hairdo."
They all quickly agreed, and Claire brought the wig to me. It was medium
brown and of decent length. She applied adhesive to the inside of the
wig and placed it firmly on my head. The adhesive dried fast and I could
feel it stuck tight. Tied as I was to the chair, I could do nothing as
the women brushed and dressed up "my hair." Occasionally they would tug
it just to make me uncomfortable and remind me that with every passing
moment I was being feminized. When they were finished, they turned the
chair to face the mirror wall so I could see the results.
The first thing that caught my attention was my face. The makeup was
applied well, and I looked extremely feminine, almost more so than
Claire. My lips looked absolutely luscious, and my eyelashes were almost
flirtatious, even wide in surprise as they were. Then I saw the hairdo
they gave me. They had braided it complexly. It hung low in the back but
seemed to curve to my left a bit. As feminized as my face was and as
womanly as my body was, the reflection I saw tied to a chair was
certainly that of a woman, and a beautiful one at that.
As I marveled at my transformation, the women untied me. I stood up and
took a step towards the mirror before I felt a firm grasp on my upper
arm. Brought out of the stupor, I looked to see Sophia had grabbed me.
Before I could even attempt to struggle, Claire stepped to the other
side of me and seized my other arm. She leaned in close and whispered in
my ear.
"Now that you're properly shaped, it's time to get you dressed!"
Reality hit me like as truck as I remembered what all the corseting and
makeup was for. It was time to dress me in her wedding dress.
I tried jerking out of their grip, of course, but the high heels I wore
made it difficult to escape their clutches without falling over myself,
never mind the effect the breasts had on my balance. They led me up to
the bridal pedestal where the dress was placed. The dress itself, I'll
admit, was beautiful. It was a classic ball gown style, with a firm
fitting bodice and a bell-shaped skirt. Under the dress were petticoats
to give the skirt volume. Furthermore, it had puffy shoulder pieces that
gave it a fairy tale appeal. The skirt also had folds in it that gave it
a fuller design. No doubt, it was gorgeous. But I didn't want to wear
it!
The women opened the back so I could step in. With all six of them
pulling me into it, I soon found myself stepping into the dress. Claire
and Sophia didn't loosen their grip and the four other women pulled the
dress up my body. I could feel the rushing fabric brush against me,
washing me in humiliation as it did. They forced my arms through the
shoulder sleeves and zipped up the back. As it zipped closed, the dress
tightened around me, and I briefly feared it would have the same effect
as the corset. Before releasing me, they buttoned up a sheet of fabric
over the back of the dress.
"What is that?" I ask.
A sly laugh answers me.
"Oh princess. That was to cover the zipper, so you don't think about
taking it off," Claire mocks.
A cold shiver runs through me. I can't get out. I stand there, shocked
and dumbfounded, staring at Claire, who stares back with a satisfied
smirk. I don't know what to say or think. I'm effectively their bridal
doll for as long as they wish. While I stare, Sophia and another harpy
wrap a large white bow around my waist, tightening it until my waist
gets slightly smaller.
"And voila! The bride has been prepared."
The harpies all clap and cheer all around me. More than once they send
embarrassing comments about how lovely I look or fuss with the dress. I
briefly notice one of them groping my fake breasts and shaking them for
the amusement of her fellows. Even so, all I can do is stare mortified
that I was so easily feminized by the aunt I so despised.
I hang my head in shame and humiliation. No doubt I hadn't any need for
the blush they applied.
"Alright, Aunt Claire. You win. I'm as pretty a bride as you could make
me. Now can you please get this stuff off me?"
My plea earned nothing but a snicker from my aunt.
"Pardon me. I guess you thought that this was it. No, nephew, this isn't
the main event."
My eyes widen in surprise.
"But then..."
"Please, you didn't think I'd get you all dressed up and call it a day,
did you? Look at what we're wearing. We're you bridesmaids, here to
ensure you are ready for the wedding."
"What wedding?!"
"The wedding. The one we're going to escort you to now."
This isn't real. It can't be happening.
"No. You can't make me!"
As soon as I said that, Claire and the harpies took on an aggressive and
no-nonsense stance towards me. I was a rabbit in a den of wolves.
"We can and we will. Ladies, let's take the bride to her fate."
"No!"
Lifting up the skirt of the dress, I try to get away from them. Where?
I'm not sure, the empty room leaves little option for escape. Worse, the
combination of heels and the weight of the dress made movement
difficult. Meanwhile, my captors' dresses were fairly short and allowed
for much greater movement. I barely make it off the pedestal when the
six of them swarm me. Hands wrap around my arms and torso, and I am
dragged out into the hallway. I struggle furiously, jerking this way and
that, throwing my weight around if only to get free. But it's no use,
the harpies have no trouble leading me down the hallway and dragging me
down the steps. When they finally get me outside, I spot a limo parked
out front. For me, that was the carriage of doom. I try to get away, but
find myself thrust into the back, where Claire, Sophia, and the rest of
the harpies pile in. They all but tie me into a seat with the seatbelts.
They call to the driver that I was ready, and the limo begins its trek.
As the limo goes through town, I panic with each street. I couldn't get
married as a bride! I'm a guy! After several minutes of anxiety, the
limo finally stops. The harpies step out of the limo, dragging me after
them. Once out, the limo leaves, trapping me out in the open. I look
around, seeing where we were. Sure enough, we were at the cathedral.
Sophia pushed a bouquet into my hands. Everything was happening too
fast. Claire took my hand and began leading me up the stairs to the
cathedral. I pulled back.
"Wait! I can't do this. Dress me up all you want. Humiliate me all you
like, but please, I don't want to do this!" I begged.
I was on the verge of crying and was making quite a scene. People
walking through the busy streets started to gather to watch the
unfolding occurrence.
"When I said I'd show you what it was like to be a bride I meant it! The
whole thing. Now come, we're already late as is."
"Please!"
She paid me no heed and signaled for her fiends to help her. The women
flanked me on all sides and, seizing my arms, pulled me towards the
cathedral doors. All my protests were ignored as we entered. Finally, we
entered the main hall. In it was something I hadn't expected. Sitting in
the pews were a multitude of women. Some were in business formal, some
wore dresses. All rose upon our entry. At the altar was someone I knew
from school. Her name was Lydia, and she was dressed in a tuxedo. That's
when I understood who these people must be. Lydia is an outspoken
feminist, and not the equal rights kind. She was the role reversal kind.
Upon closer inspection, all of these women were outspoken feminists I
saw on news channels and the like. Every single one of them landed their
eyes directly at me. Whether they were eyes of judgement or hunger, I do
not know. The harpies released me, only for Claire to step beside me and
take my arm. With a tug, she forced me to begin the walk down the aisle.
I resisted for only a moment, but in that moment, Sophia quickly marched
up and grabbed my other arm. Surrounded by manhaters with harpies
directly following behind me, I was in a hornet's nest. There wasn't
anything I could do. Claire whispered to me as we approached the altar.
"I just want you to know that all this was from my own savings. All for
you. So, my darling princess, do you believe me now?"
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