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"Well yes, I suppose I can ask him do that.... I'll let you know."
She turned to look at me, with that look on her face.
"Janice wants you to be her sons bride! I told her that I would ask, but
really, after all that dressing up you think you do in private, I would
think that you would jump at the chance to be a bride!"
"Just why would he need me to be his bride?! I mean, he does have a
reputation with the ladies, so why can't he find a real girl to be his
bride?"
"Janice told me that his fiance was taken away, and put into hiding,
complete with an all new identity after she agreed to testify against
those gangsters, and since they have already paid for the reception and
have most of the wedding set up, they think that if he got married to a
real girl, well, when she returns there would be a lot of obvious
complications, which is why they are asking you. You are not an actual
girl, so that will not be a problem! He says he saw you at the party last
Halloween, and he told his mother that he thought that you looked,
according to him, and to use his words, 'smoking hot.' That's why he is
asking for you to do this. I know this sounds strange, but maybe you
should at least think about it."
I went to my room to think about it. Mom knew that I liked to dress up
once in a while, and being a bride, with a real wedding dress and being
able to experience the whole wedding thing is one of the most common, and
maybe even one of the best dreams that almost every guy that likes to
dress up as a girl has, and almost every fiction site that caters to us
has stories about guys becoming brides! I could say no, but when would I
ever have this chance again? And after all that time dressing up in
private, just how could I possibly say no? I mean, it is one of my
greatest fantasies! But before I would agree to it, tell my mom I would do
it that is, I knew that the only way to get through this wedding thing is
to become as perfect a girl as I could be. That part should have been
obvious. All before I could be the perfect bride. Meaning, I had to have
breasts of my own, and a vagina that was as realistic as it is possible to
get, plus wider hips and a bigger butt of course. If I was going to do
this then I wanted to be as much a girl as it is possible for a guy to
get! I thought about it for a long time, then did my research very
carefully, knowing that I would have to make some very serious purchases.
I checked them out on line, and without a word to mom, I made the
appointment to be fitted. Then went to see my mom, and told her what my
decision was.
"I'll do it," I told Mom, "but I'll need to get a few things."
"Like what!? What could you possibly need? It's just a bit of padding and
some fake boobs, right?"
"Are you serious!? You simply cannot be serious! You're asking me to be a
bride, right? And we both know that this isn't going to be like an average
Halloween party, it'll be more, a lot more! Like... what about all those
bridal showers brides always have? And what about all those women trying
to be helpful around the bride, which would be me! All of the women in
both families will be wanting to be around me, help me, and they will
certainly see me in some sort of undress, like when I try on the gown!
Every one of the women, in both families, will be there, and none of his
family knows me, right? That means that I can't just strut in there and
play at being a bride, I'll have to look, walk, talk, sound, and act like
a real bride! In other words, I'll need to be perfect! Since he already
thinks I'm smoking hot, and with almost every bridal gown I've ever seen,
it's more than likely that I'll have to show at least some of my boobs,
right? Not cheap fakes, but very real boobs! And what about my shape? Is
that going to be all foam rubber and wishing? No! That won't fly and you
know it. I found out that they make a panty, a very special panty, custom
made for each person, and I am assured that it will make it look as if I
am a real girl, a natural born girl, a complete girl, one that will allow
me to function just like any other girl my age. And they also make breasts
that will be custom made just for me; skin tone, shape, and size all made
just for me. They say that I'll have the same shape as if I were born a
girl, and better yet, from what they tell me, they are undetectable! I've
already made the appointment to be fitted, but I do this or you don't get
a bride."
"Just what does that mean, function just like any other girl?"
"It means urination sitting down of course, and, she told me, that the
very best one, which is all she sells, includes the fact that I will
experience periods! She told me that they will last about the same length
of time a normal period lasts, and of course, I'll have the ability to
have intercourse, if it comes to that, which I'm hoping it won't."
"Periods! You want to have periods!"
"Of course not mom, but think about it! If anyone questions whether I'm a
girl or not, they would have a hard time saying otherwise, right? And
besides, is there anything more feminine than a girl having her period?
And on top of that, I'll have the hips and buns that look normal for a
girl my age. No foam rubber."
"But you said that you would be able to have intercourse! Is that true?!!"
"Well, yes, but think about this. Once this wedding takes place, after we
say our vows, everyone will not only think that I'm his legal wife, I will
actually be his supposedly legal wife, right? And we both know that he
already thinks I'm hot, so just how long would it be, after he sees me,
before he sees me as his wife and starts thinking with the wrong head, and
not as a rational guy? I'll have to change clothes, probably on our
wedding night, and being what everyone will think is his wife, his legal
wife by the way, well, you and I both know what he'll do. He'll see me,
virtually naked of course, and while I'm not going to encourage what he'll
be thinking about, I plan on being prepared, not if that happens, but when
it happens."
"So... you'll be able to... with him, and he won't be able to tell the
difference?"
"That's what they say mom."
"So... you want to have sex with Mike! But you're a boy!"
"I didn't say that! I don't want to have periods and I'm not trying to
have sex with him! But you're the one that is asking me to be a bride, his
bride, one that looks and feels, walks and talks like a real girl, one who
is about to become a bride, right? All I'm saying is that with those
appliances I won't be a boy! They tell me I'll be a woman, and after the
wedding, I'll be his wife right? We both know that he already thinks that
I'm hot, so just how can I not be prepared? I am sure he is going to be
one horny husband, who will be married to what he says is a really hot
chick! He'll take one look at me and undress me quicker than you can
imagine, and even if I struggle, he'll win, and I'll have to be ready for
that mom! He won't be thinking of me as a guy in a dress, but a woman, so
that is exactly what he better find!"
My mother grudgingly agreed with my thinking, and told me I was right. She
said my father was exactly like that on their wedding night! Three days
later, with my mother in tow, I had the preliminary fitting. I had told
the lady at that shop what I thought was going to happen, in great detail,
and the woman agreed that most guys would not be thinking rationally on
their wedding night, and that I should be prepared for that. In that
light, she went all out to make me into the best girl it was possible for
her to create, which is why it took almost ten hours to make the molds.
The next day I went by myself, because she told us that it would be quite
a long day when I was fitted with the appliances as she called them.
"This material is very special honey. Once we glue it in place, you'll
have almost a year before we might have to do some repairs. You have
provisions to have 12 periods, and with all of the embedded sensors, they
will allow you to tell when someone touches you."
Once she was done I was more than shocked! I looked like a girl in every
way! From my very nice C cup breasts to my brand new kitty I was all girl!
I got dressed in the skirt and blouse I had brought along, and went home.
When mom got home from work I showed her the results, and explained that I
would need to know how to take care of my new parts.
"Janet, the woman that made these, told me to tell you that I can, and
will, suffer from something similar to a yeast infection, whatever that
is. She also said that I'll have make sure to stay clean. She told me that
you would know what to do, and every girl should learn it from her
mother."
I saw mom smirk, then grin, which was followed by a giggle.
"She says that you can get an infection?"
"Well, no, but she did tell me that my new... kitty, if I do not keep it
clean, take care of myself like any other girl, well, she says that I
could start to smell bad, and that is very bad. For girls to stink."
"She's right. Come with me and you'll get a lesson in personal hygiene."
What followed was an hour of gross information, and testing as mom made me
do everything, including inserting a tampon, making sure that I knew what
to do and when. Like I said, gross. I had no idea that girls went through
all of that, all of the time! But inserting that tampon made it positively
a sure thing that a guy could... well, use me. Like a girl. I was both
delighted and repulsed at the same time. I had no idea that being a girl
would be so much fun, and so much of a pain in the ass at the same time.
The next day, using the sizes mom had determined that I wore, she and I
bought a few bras, some panties, shoes and earrings. For the rest we went
to a thrift store and got some dresses, skirts and blouses, belts and
assorted tops. Then she took me to get a new drivers license. Once I had
that, the state confirmed that I was a real girl!
"I'll check, but I think you can work in our office. You'll need a great
deal of things, and I cannot afford to buy all that, so you will need a
job."
With that edict, I began working as a secretary/gopher at moms office. Not
one person thought I was anything but a real girl, and I started to hang
out with a few other girls. We ate lunch, went shopping and traded gossip,
like any other girls. They also met Stanley, my intended husband. After we
had gone out a few times, he had given me an engagement ring that was
fabulous. It glittered on my finger, and I'll have to admit that it felt
very nice. My impossible dream of becoming a bride was coming true! The
night that he gave me that ring was the first time that I had gone beyond
just kissing him. To my great joy, we both liked it. Him because guys
always like it when girls do that for them, and me, because I proved to
myself that I was all girl, even though I never removed my panties. That
was for later. But as time had gone by and I knew that I would never be a
guy again, I started taking hormones, and my body began to change. Within
a few months I had the beginnings of my own breasts!
All of my girlfriends knew that I had taken care of Stanley of course,
they always seemed to know, and they all approved of Stanley. In time, I
asked my friend Carol to be my Maid of Honor, and the rest would be my
bridesmaids. As the day of the wedding was nearing, mom and I, along with
Carol went to get me fitted for the perfect gown. It took me almost all
day to find the right dress, but when I did, wow! Cap sleeves with a lace
overlay, fitted through the bodice and flowing almost to the floor. My
decollete was enough to show that the girls were mine, and I had plenty.
It was perfect.
With just a few months to go before the wedding, I went back to the
specialty shop so she could check for any defect. None were found, but she
did replenish the period packets after she removed the breasts forms
because I no longer needed them. I had asked my boss to walk me down the
aisle. On the big day I packed my wedding lingerie, and under my gown I
wore an all white garterbelt with tiny racy panties and a white bra that
enhanced my charms.
The wedding was wonderful, and even though his mom and I had met many
times, I could tell by the look on her face that she was shocked at the
way I looked. I not only had a wonderful dress and sexy lingerie, I had
great makeup, and my hair was done to perfection. As we stood at the altar
and traded our vows, I grew more and more eager to be alone with my
husband. That came a few hours later, and I was right. He took one look at
me standing there in the sexy lingerie I had picked out just for this
moment, and he began to make love to me. During our wedding tussle we did
everything you would expect a newly wed couple to do, and it was more than
twice. We slept late, then did it again before showers, getting dressed
and having breakfast.
Thus began my married life. I had finished my hormone therapy and had the
surgery soon after we married, and Stanley and I became the quintessential
young married couple, buying a house and beginning our life as one. We had
the chance to have a baby when a girl in our office got pregnant and did
not want the child. After all the paperwork, we got her the day she was
born, and we had our own little girl. We named her Alice, after his
grandmother. Stanley beamed when he was with her, and I loved the fact
that I was a mother. Both of our mothers doted on their granddaughter, and
life was all good.
Just after Alice turned three, Stanley's old flame showed up at our door.
"Hi, I'm Debby. I was engaged to Stan."
"I'll get him."
I did not listen in, but I heard her say that I wasn't really a woman. But
in fact, I had long since completed the program and was a fully
functioning woman, just like she was. Stan knew that, but did not take the
bait, and left her fuming when he threw her out of our house. We never
heard from her again, although we did learn that she had tried to throw
doubt about our marriage around our friends. That did not work either. We
have adopted another child, another girl. We named her name Janet, after
my grandmother.
When this all started I was both terrifying and excited at the same time.
When I tried on that wedding dress I did not look anything like the normal
me, and the wedding dress certainly had a lot to do with that. White, lace
trimmed, sleeveless and exquisitely form fitting due to the padding on my
hips, and those real boobs of mine. With my hair brushed out I looked like
a blushing bride! Not some 17 year old guy that got roped into this by his
mother! The heels hiked up my butt and made my legs look, well,
spectacular. I was gorgeous and I knew Stanley would also think so. I was
right.
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