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Member of the Wedding
By Ellie Dauber © 2020
Somebody knocked on the door. Three times. Me, I was sitting down,
_very_ carefully attaching my sheer white stocking to a garter.
"I'll get it," Cathy Steiner said. Cathy, my best friend since Brownie
Scouts, was already in her maid of honor's pink chiffon dress. It was a
lot simpler than the rig I was going to be wearing, but then _I_ was,
Angela Fletcher, Marty Hanson's bride-to-be; soon to be his bride-that-
was.
The chain was still across the hotel room door. Cathy opened it just a
crack and saw... "Sam Hanson, get the hell out of here!"
"I have to see Angie. It's... It's important."
I stood up and grabbed for the plush robe the hotel provided for its
guests. There was a limit - a _big_ limit -- on how much of me he was
going to see. As soon as it was on _and belted_, I told her, "Let him
in."
She undid the latch. He was in before she had the door all the way open.
Cathy stepped back, and he closed the door behind him. "Thanks."
"What's so important that you had to see me now?" I asked, trying to keep
a civil tone. "Can't it wait until after the ceremony?"
"_That's_ the problem. You're making a mistake... marrying the wrong
guy."
"What!"
"You're _my_ girl. You've been my girl since we were in high school. We
were meant to be together."
"Then what were you doing in bed with Monica Kepler at the lake last
summer?"
"That was a mistake. I thought you were - I mean, it was a one-time
thing. You were in Manchester. I was lonely... drunk. I... She seduced
me."
"So you said. She seduced you. And so did Lisa Whitmore and Steffie
Palmer - twice - and... and, hell, the list goes back to Gilda Weiss at
our high school graduation party."
"What about you and Marty?"
"I never even dated your brother until after I caught you with Monica.
He came by to see how I was doing, and we just... hit it off. I mean,
I've known him for years, but, till then, I'd never thought of him as
anything more than a friend. He's a lot like you, Sam, only he's honest
and loyal. And I love him. I'm sorry, but I do."
Sam came over to where I was standing. He grabbed me by the shoulders.
"You can't. I-I won't let you, Angie. You're _mine_."
"Let go of her," Cathy ordered.
He shook his head. "No! Not till she agrees to marry _me_!" He had a
wild look in his eyes, like he was ready to hurt somebody. Maybe Cathy,
maybe Marty, maybe even me.
But I was ready for this. "Okay, Sam, okay; let's calm down. I need to
think about what you're saying." I pointed across the room to the
complimentary bottle of wine in the ice bucket that the hotel had sent
up. "I need a drink. Would you please pour me a glass?"
"Sure," he said, giving me his best smile. "Anything for my beautiful
bride." He walked over, found a glass, and began to pour the drink.
That's when I grabbed it, the polaSRUid camera that the funny old man in
the bathrobe had given me. I'd gone to the mall for my hair appointment
and discovered his shop where M'Lady's was supposed to be.
"Hello, Angela." He greeted me like an old friend, even though I'd never
seen him before. "I'm glad that you came in. I wanted to warn you about
Sam Hanson."
"What about Sam? He left town the day Marty announced that we were
getting married."
"He's coming back, and he has every intension of marrying you himself."
"I won't have him. I love Marty, and he's the Hanson I'm going to
marry."
"Then I'm afraid that Sam will try to kill you."
"What; no!"
"Yes; he's warned his brother that _he's_ the only Hanson you'll ever
marry."
"Oh, Lord, he's stubborn. He'll keep making trouble after Marty and I --
"
"He will... as long as he's a Hanson. Would you like to change that?"
"What do you mean?"
He told me, and he sold me the odd little camera for $49.50. The same
camera that I was now pointing at Sam.
"Hey," he said, the camera flash surprising him. "Next time, warn me, so
I can smile for the birdie."
He finished pouring the drink and fitted the bottle back into the ice
bucket. Then he walked over, smiling. As he handed me the glass, I
pulled the film packet out of the camera. "Here you --"
He froze in place, still bent over, the drink in his hand. I glanced at
the picture. It was nothing but a silvery cloud. A moment later, Sam's
body was covered with the same washed-out silver color. "Solarized," the
old man had called it.
I managed to pry the glass free. His fingers just wouldn't move. I
don't know why it wasn't silvered, too, but it wasn't. Maybe it had to
be a part of him.
Then he began to shrink. I noticed that some color was seeping back into
the picture, and the same seemed to be happening to Sam. He and Marty
had been about the same size, just over six feet, with broad shoulders
and a muscular build.
He shrank down to my size; and smaller. I'd guess that he was barely
five foot tall when he stopped. He was a lot thinner, too. His square
jaw looked a lot rounder, and his hands were _tiny_.
The silvery figure was smooth. No sign of cuffs at his ankles or wrists;
no lump for a bowtie at his throat or bugle for his jacket around his
middle. The silver was fading away from his hair. It had gone from dark
brown to a honey blonde. It was a lot longer, too, hanging halfway down
his back. There were lumps of some sort in the hair, like something was
attached to it.
As the silver faded from his body, it left behind feminine curves where
there had been masculine angles. His legs -- bare, except for what
looked like pink slippers on his feet - were graceful, coltish, with a
creamy complexion very different from his normal dark tan.
By now, the color was almost gone from his body below the waist. _Her_
body, actually; there was no male bulge in the front of the pink panty
she seemed to be wearing. Her waist was narrower, and her hips were
wider. Her butt was swelling out to the inverted heart-shape of a young
woman.
The silver was fading fast. Sam was wearing a lovely one-piece teddy
that hugged her figure. The last vestige of silver left her chest as the
front of the teddy swelled outward, filled with what I'd guess were
probably 34-B breasts. There was no hint of an adam's apple in her long,
slender neck.
Sam's face could be seen now. Her eyebrows were two thin lines over eyes
that, once the silver left them, were a bright blue, rather than the
brown they had been. Her nose was smaller, pert, and her lips were
fuller. They were covered with a pale pink polish, not strands of
silver. Her cheekbones were higher, as well. She didn't look anything
like Sam Hanson anymore. Actually, she looked a lot like my mother. And
me,
"What the hell?" She suddenly blinked. Then she shook her head, trying
to get rid of the confusion she felt. The bumps in her hair turned out
to be pink baby orchids.
Cathy had been in the mall with me when I met that old man. She hadn't
believed a word of what he'd said. Until that moment; now she believed,
and she was more than willing to play along. "Are you all right, Amber?"
"Who's Amber," Sam asked. And what... what's the matter with my voice?
When I tell... Mom. Wait a minute, what Mom? Who-Whose Mom?"
I looked at the picture. It showed the same young girl that was standing
before me. Only she was smiling, almost laughing as she poured me that
drink. "You. _You_ are Amber," I told her. "Amber Fletcher, my sixteen
year-old sister.
"You're crazy. I'm..." She looked down at her body. The view, though,
was partly blocked by two breasts, clearly visible in the cups of the
pink teddy she wore. Her hand shot down to her groin, and her mouth
dropped as she felt no masculine lump, only a flat surface over a very
sensitive slit.
"But I... I'm Sam... Sam Hanson and - but I-I remember playing with baby
dolls and wearing cute dresses - _cute_ dresses? I'm... I'm Amber
Fletcher, too. How?"
Cathy turned the confused girl to face the full-standing mirror placed
nearby.
Amber stared a moment, uncertain. Then she began to pose, shifting to
look at her back - and her backside; facing the mirror, one hand on her
hip; taking a breath and pushing her... chest out. "I look so grown up,
so... No! I'm a man, _darn it!_ A man." A man, hah! She couldn't
even curse like a grown man anymore,
"Amber!" Cathy clapped her hands.
My new sister turned at the sound of her name. "Yes?"
"I know how pretty you look, Amber; like a real grown-up lady." Cathy
saw the girl smile, but then look confused and uncertain. Sam and Amber
were fighting it out inside the girl's head, and Cathy wanted to give
Amber some help. "It's getting late. You've got to get into your
dress."
"My... My dress?" She looked around the room.
I decided to put in my two cents. "Yes; _your_ dress. I can't get
married without my junior bridesmaid standing next to me in her pretty
pink dress." I pointed to the rack where my wedding dress hung. Next to
it was a dress that hadn't been there, that probably hadn't even
_existed_, a few minutes before. It was a pink bridesmaid dress,
identical to the one Cathy already had on, but smaller. Amber's size.
"I-I guess." Amber walked slowly over to the rack. "I remember trying
this on. So... so many memories, and they're getting stronger. Sam's
losing, getting weaker." She looked dazed, but she took the dress off
the rack. She shifted it over her head and let it slip down onto her
body.
Cathy stepped over to her. "Need help?" The dress buttoned in the back.
Only female clothes do that.
Amber shook her head. "No, I can manage it." Her arms reached behind
her, and she buttoned the garment easily, as if she'd had years of
practice. Then, while Cathy helped me into my wedding gown, Amber
preened in the mirror like the teenage girl she appeared to be.
* * * * *
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Marty looked so handsome, and
when the minister said, "I now pronounce you man and wife," and told him,
"You may kiss the bride." He _certainly_ did. I felt that kiss down to
my toes. I kissed him back, too, a kiss that promised a lot more as soon
as we could be alone.
When I looked over at them, Amber was tearing up as much as Cathy was.
And when it came time to toss the bouquet, Amber was there with Cathy
trying to catch it. Cathy was the one who did, and she smiled at me and
then at Jim Heinz. They'd been dating for a while, and she told me that
it looked serious. I hope the bouquet gave him a push in that direction.
* * * * *
Finally, it was time to go. Marty was changing in his hotel room, while
Amber helped me switch from my gown to the simple white cotton dress I
would be wearing on the flight to Bermuda. I don't know where Cathy was,
but Jim was with her. I kept on the "fancy" underwear I'd worn under my
gown, off-white silk and satin bustier, frilly white thong, and matching
garter belt; white stockings, too. I planned to let Marty take those
things off me when we got to our room.
It suddenly occurred to me that Sam Hanson was getting to see me in that
sexy outfit, after all. Except I didn't think that there was much of Sam
left. "Did you enjoy the wedding?" I asked, trying to sound her out.
"Sam didn't," she said frowning. "He's still around; sort off. I
remember being him, and I remember how you changed me with that camera."
She looked around the hotel room. "Where is it, by the way?"
I looked, too. I remembered setting it in a drawer in the nightstand,
but it was gone. There was an envelope in its place. I opened it and
read a typed note.
"Item: PolaSRUid Camera; "My Sweet Little Sister" model. Rental fee:
$9.50. Deposit of $40 returned. Congratulations on your marriage."
Four ten dollar bills were in with the note.
I showed Amber the note. "I guess there's no way of changing you back."
As if I wanted to.
"I don't mind... much." She shrugged. "I think I like being Amber. Sam
was kind of a creepy guy, and I don't think I like him very much."
"Besides, Tony Schmidt was at the wedding. He's a junior at the school
that Amber - that _I_ go to. We went into the hotel garden after the
meal and..." She blushed. "...he kissed me. I-I _know_ I liked that."
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