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Two Fantasies Mitch Struthers picked up his favourite fountain pen, paused for a moment and then hastily scrawled his signature on the line his lawyer indicated. He gave a sigh of satisfaction and relief and felt that a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. This weight was immediately replaced by another as his wife, Andie, flung her arms around his neck and gave him a crushing hug. "Congratulations Mitch," said his lawyer as he extended his hand for a firm shake. "The money should be in your bank account by tomorrow." The money in question was huge, over 20 million pound and it came from the sale of Mitch's software company which he had started only 8 years earlier as a one person venture. Due to a lot of hard work, tremendous support from Andie and some quite brilliant innovation it had made a meteoric rise. Of course this had come at the cost of the company virtually taking over their lives. Fortunately Andie had seen the warning signs and implored Mitch to quit while he still had his health. Mitch not only loved his wife, but he also had great respect for her judgment and so he put his company on the market. There were a flood of lucrative offers, but Mitch chose one which guaranteed his employees futures as well as paying him a very fair price. At the Beginning Mitch and Andie had met under somewhat unusual circumstances. Erica was one of Mitch's close friends from school. There had never been anything romantic between them because Erica preferred girls, but they had spent a lot of time together as friends. Although they went their separate ways when Mitch went to university they still kept in touch. By then Erica was in a steady relationship with a woman called Jenna, who happened to have a best friend called Andie. Andie was unattached and Jenna and Erica decided to do a little match making. Mitch was introduced to Andie on a blind date foursome with Jenna and Erica. They hit it off immediately. Andie was impressed with how comfortable Mitch was in the company of 3 women; he fit right in and never tried to dominate the conversation. They arranged another date by themselves and within a few weeks found themselves deeply in love and 6 months later they married. Mitch often wondered what Andie saw in him that attracted her. He was fairly skinny, which he thought would count against him at a time when so many guys worshiped in the gym to obtain a chiseled physique. Although not especially strong, Mitch had loads of endurance due to his love of taking long runs by himself. He wore his blonde hair long, usually tied back in a ponytail. Andie would laugh whenever she heard Mitch expressing these self-doubts. "Mitch, I'm not interested in some muscle headed Neanderthal," she would say. "You are the kindest, most non-sexist man I have ever met, you continually make me laugh and on top of that I think you look incredibly cute." At 5 foot 11, Andie was an inch taller than Mitch and was stunningly beautiful with long dark hair and startlingly blue eyes. She was a good athlete and had played netball and basketball to a high level, including representing her university. They were both at university when they met, with Mitch specialising in computer science, while Andie got a degree in business administration. She was hoping to use this to help realise her dream, which was to start her own business as a wedding planner. Ever since she had been a small girl she had been fascinated by weddings and this love never left her. However due to their financial situation the only wedding she had been able to plan was her own and she did that spectacularly well. As a wedding present Andie's parents, who were quite well off, gave them enough money for a down payment on a small flat in Ealing. Mitch's passion was computers and his dream was to start his own software company. He and Andie had long talks as to how they should try to achieve their dreams. It was Andie who insisted on Mitch starting his own company from home. Because he was not expecting to make any money for quite a while, Andie took a job in an insurance office, where she was little more than a secretary. Her wage covered their mortgage and just enough to live on, but luxuries were unobtainable. They struggled for a couple of years until Mitch's business started to take off. Andie was able to quit her insurance job and started to take over the administration of Mitch's company. When they hired more people she stayed on. Mitch and the others were very creative but totally lacked any administration skills, so Andie became indispensible. She was very efficient and seemed able to create order out of chaos. Mitch found himself working long hours but whenever he got home Andie always had dinner and a kiss ready for him. At the time of the sale of Mitch's company the small flat had been replaced by a lovely house in Rickmansworth, in North West London. They both looked forward to being able to lead a more normal life and resuming some of their hobbies, which had been put aside due to work. In particular, Andie was looking forward to them resuming the exciting sexual life they had enjoyed before life became so hectic. For the last 2 years even that had taken a back seat to the company. Andie was naturally adventurous and she was delighted to find that Mitch readily went along with her suggestions. Her greatest excitement had come when Erica and Jenna got married. Andie and Mitch were the first people that they told and after the excitement and congratulations Erica had looked at Mitch with a strange smile. "I don't suppose you have ever been to a lesbian wedding before, have you Mitch?" "This will be a first," admitted Mitch. "You should know that there will only be women attending," said Erica. Mitch's face fell. "Oh," he said, "well I'll have to rely on Andie telling me all about it." "Silly boy, of course you will be coming," said Erica with that enigmatic smile still on her lips. "But you said only women," said a puzzled Mitch. Erica took his hands and said, "Mitch you are my oldest friend I want you in my wedding party." "Then how ...?" began Mitch. Erica giggled and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Because I want you to be my bridesmaid." Mitch looked stunned and Andie felt a thrill of excitement run up her spine. Some of their bedroom games had included dressing Mitch in her clothes and making aggressive love to him. While Mitch had enjoyed it Andie had been consumed with lust at the sight of her husband dressed as a woman. Mitch had naturally protested that it was impossible, that he could not accede to Erica's request. While he was still stammering Andie interrupted and with her sweetest smile said, "Of course Mitch will be your bridesmaid and I will ensure that he looks and plays the part to perfection" After that Mitch's resistance crumbled much to Erica's delight. On their way home Andie was consumed with excitement. "Darling trust me, this will be one of the great events of your life. How many other guys get the chance to wear a lovely dress and be a real bridesmaid?" "Very few for obvious reasons," Mitch replied sulkily. In answer Andie reached over and felt Mitch's growing erection. She giggled and said, "You say one thing and your little guy says the opposite and I know who to believe." Of course Andie used this as an excuse to have Mitch in skirts as much as possible, insisting that he had to practice for his important debut. The fact that Jenna had asked Andie to be her bridesmaid made the occasion even more exciting for Andie. "Mitch I can't believe our luck," she squealed. "We both get to be bridesmaids, but to different brides; isn't that great?" "Totally," said Mitch sarcastically. As the date for the wedding got closer Mitch found himself in skirts all the time that he was not at work and Andie was constantly giving him tips on how to be more feminine. On the plus side for Mitch was the fact that whenever he was wearing a dress or skirt Andie would make ferocious love to him. Eventually Mitch could not wait to get home to change. The day before the wedding Andie took Mitch to her favourite beauty salon and ordered the works. This included a full body waxing, manicure and pedicure, a detailed makeover with long lasting cosmetics and of course Mitch's hair was transformed into a very feminine style. He had gone to the salon in a T-shirt and jeans, but while he was getting his waxing Andie removed them and replaced them with panties, slip and a flowing summer dress. When Andie returned to collect him she was overjoyed with Mitch's new look. "Darling you look stunning," she gasped. "My only concern is that you might upstage the brides." The wedding was a small affair with just 40 women guests and it was to be held in a private ceremony at Kew Gardens. Andie helped Mitch get ready first. She felt her fingers tremble as she laced up his corset and helped him attach his stockings to the garter straps. She held his petticoat open as he stepped into it and then fastened it around his waist, ensuing that she looped the laces around those on his corset, making it impossible for him to undo it himself. She gazed into his eyes and whispered, "Mia you make a very pretty girl, I think I might like to keep you in petticoats." "Who's Mia?" asked Mitch. Andie giggled. "Well I can't very well call you Mitch, dressed like that can I? Now sweet girl, let's get you into your lovely dress." Mitch gave an involuntary shiver as Andie held his dress out in front of him. "Raise your arms Mia and I'll carefully lower it over your head so it doesn't tangle with your petticoat. Don't worry I won't muss your hair." Andie lifted the dress and slid it down Mitch's body, guiding his arms into the elbow length sleeves. She took a few minutes to settle it over his petticoat before hooking the top closure and then slowly pulling the zip up. Once it was secure she put her arms around him from behind and ground her groin against his buttocks. "There," she whispered in a husky voice, "you are so deliciously feminine." She steered Mitch over to a full length mirror and he stared at the image, scarcely believing that it was him. It was a simple satin gown of a light pink that just touched the floor. He swayed his hips slightly and felt and heard the rustle of his petticoat beneath the gentle swaying of his dress. "You make a lovely girl," said Andie in that same sexy voice. "Now darling stop admiring yourself for a minute and help me with my dress." Once Andie was fully dressed she stood in front of Mitch and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Come on Mia, darling, time to attend to our two brides." Erica and Jemma were waiting anxiously for their two bridesmaids in separate rooms. Mitch had undergone careful training with Andie and he attached her long petticoat just like Andie had done for him. Next he carefully lowered the beautiful white wedding gown over Erica's head. The back did up with 30 small pearl buttons and Mitch had to be attentive so that each button went into the correct button hole. At last it was done and he fussed with her skirt making sure that everything hung correctly. He helped Erica adjust her veil and then stood back to admire his friend. "Erica you look absolutely beautiful," he said. Erica gave a radiant smile and leaned forward and kissed Mitch on the cheek. "I can't thank you enough for doing this for me," she said. There was a soft knock at the door to indicate that Jenna was ready and Mitch picked up the train of Erica's dress and followed her out of the door. They walked slowly through a rose garden to the strains of Bach's overwhelmingly beautiful "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring" with Andie casting mischievous glances across at her feminized husband. The guests lined the walk on both sides and a lot of them were soon reaching for handkerchiefs. Mitch and Andie delivered their respective brides to the registrant before stepping back a few paces. They watched with loving smiles on their faces as Erica and Jenna recited their vows to each other and then shared a long kiss as the registrant declared them wife and wife. Mitch and Andie escorted them out into another part of the garden where a photographer was waiting. When the photo session was finally over the two brides and their bridesmaids took their places at the head table for the wedding feast. Andie sat next to Mitch and kept rubbing his leg in a very sensuous way with either her foot or hand and sometimes both. After dinner the speeches which were given by both brides. When it was her turn Erica looked at Mitch as she paid loving tribute to his long friendship and the great honour he had bestowed on her by being her bridesmaid. Mitch blushed furiously but really felt very honoured. After the dinner a DJ appeared and soon music was throbbing through the gardens. Andie immediately claimed Mitch and dragged him up onto the dance floor. Their first dance was a slow number and Andie assumed the man's position. "After all I do have a boy's name," she giggled. She held Mitch very close and whispered into his ear, "Mia I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer; seeing you as a girl is driving me crazy with lust." Mitch smiled and batted his eyelashes at her. At last the evening came to an end and Andie almost dragged Mitch out of the taxi and into their flat. Mitch moved unsteadily upstairs holding onto his dress so he would not trip. Andie frantically pulled her dress and petticoat off and left them in a heap on the floor. She quickly stripped off the rest of her underwear until she was completely naked. Mitch turned around so that Andie could help him off with his dress, but she shook her head firmly. "Oh no Mia," she said, "you are most definitely keeping your dress on." And she pushed him suddenly and powerfully, causing Mitch to fall backwards onto the bed. Andie leapt onto him and began kissing him passionately. She gasped with passion as she rubbed her naked body against the satin of his dress. Unable to control herself any longer she slid up the bed and lowered her wet pussy onto Mitch's lips. "Eat me Mia, eat me my darling," she gasped. Mitch set to work with commendable enthusiasm causing Andie to squirm and moan. The moan eventually became a scream as she climaxed. After resting for a few panting moments Andie slid back down the bed and lifted Mitch's dress and petticoat. She pulled his panties down to his ankles and quickly mounted him. The next few minutes were the wildest ride Andie had ever experienced and despite her recent orgasm, her second, which coincided with Mitch's, was even more explosive. They lay in each other's arms for a long time until Mitch began to feel drowsy. "Help me off with my dress darling," he said sleepily. "Just a minute," giggled Andie leaving the bed for a moment. She returned and said, "Close your eyes for me Mia and give me your hands." Mitch complied and felt Andie winding something soft around his wrists. Before he could react he realised that she had tied his hands together in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Making you helpless my darling girl; this will ensure that you sleep in your dress and petticoat tonight and I will still have my sweet little Mia next to me when I wake up. Come on I'll take your makeup off for you, but that is all." She pulled Mitch into the bathroom and carefully removed first his makeup and then her own. Andie pulled on a nightdress and climbed into bed. She lifted Mitch's bound hands up and around her neck, kissed him tenderly on the lips and whispered, "Sleep well my darling Mia." When Mitch woke up in the morning his hands were free and Andie was looking down at him with a loving smile on her face. "Thank you so much my darling," she said. "Seeing you as a bridesmaid was just so amazing and then last night, well, I've never had sex like that before." "Neither have I," said Mitch with a grin. "I'm going to make breakfast, but before I do I'll help you off with your dress and corset so you can have a shower," said Andie. She slowly undressed her husband and Mitch gave a sigh of relief when the corset was finally unlaced. "See you downstairs in a few minutes," said Andie as she left the bedroom. Mitch luxuriated in the warm shower and then patted himself dry. He went back into the bedroom and stood for a few moments deep in thought. After he dressed he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Andie had her back to him preparing the breakfast. "Oh good you are here, breakfast is all ready." She turned and let out a squeal of surprise and delight. Mitch was standing there with a huge grin on his face and when he saw Andie's delighted reaction he did a twirl and the bridesmaids dress and its underlying petticoat flared out. "Oh Mitch, my darling you are the best husband any woman could have," she said and a tear began to slide down her cheek. "Not today," replied Mitch. "Today and I mean all of today, I am Mia and I intend to wear this dress and drive you crazy." Which is exactly what he did. It was not long after the wedding that Mitch's business began to take off and the next few years were all about work. During those years Andie would often think back to the night of Erica and Jenna's wedding and give a little wistful sigh, before settling back down again to help grow the company. Back to the Present When everyone else had left and it was just Mitch and Andie left the full enormity of what they had done hit them both. "It's hard to believe that it's over," said Mitch. "I mean after all these years and what we have created, it's over." "Not over darling, it's just beginning," said Andie giving him a soft kiss. Mitch smiled and returned the kiss. "You are right," he said, "it's just beginning; let's go and celebrate." They spent the evening at their favourite restaurant and when they got home they spent the night in each other's arms. The next day there was still a lot of paper work related to the sale of the company and Andie found that she was needed to sign various documents as a witness. "I thought this would end when we signed over the company at the lawyers," said Andie. "Last one," said Mitch handing her another document. "Just sign next to your name. It was two days later when Mitch said to Andie, "Let's go for a drive." "Okay, where to?" "Oh let's just see where we end up," said Mitch casually. Andie wasn't surprised when they headed south, but she was surprised when they took the turnoff for Gatwick Airport. "Mitch where are we going?" she asked. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Of course I do." "Well wait and see." Her curiosity only deepened when he pulled into the long term parking area and removed a small carryon from the boot. "Mitch what does this mean?" she asked again. "It means that we have 20 million pound in the bank and can do as we please," he replied with a smirk. He led an increasingly alarmed Andie into the terminal and over to the First Class check-in for British Airways. As he reached the counter he deliberately blocked Andie from seeing the whispered exchange between him and the booking agent. She gave a big smile as she took the two passports Mitch presented and after some clicking on her key board handed over two boarding passes which Mitch took and immediately put into his pocket. He guided the increasingly bewildered Andie through security and out into the concourse. By now Andie was quite agitated. "Mitch I don't have any clothes, apart from these casual trousers and blouse and they are more suitable for gardening than taking a trip somewhere." Mitch appeared to notice this for the first time just as they were passing a Ted Baker outlet. "That looks nice," he said pointing to a dress in the window. "Let's take a closer look." He dragged Andie in to the shop and picked up the dress and held it against her. It was a tiered midi dress with a halter neck. The floral print adorned a cream background. The whole dress screamed summer. At Mitch's insistence Andie tried it on in the changing room. When she emerged he clapped his hands in approval. "Just a minute," he said. "Try it with this." And he draped a white cropped jacket over Andie's shoulders. The combination was perfect and before Andie had chance to recover Mitch had steered her to the cashier. "She'll wear it out of the shop," he announced, producing his credit card. "Mitch I can't wear this with these old trainers," said Andie looking with dismay at a tatty pair of shoes she sometimes wore to the gym. "Then we'd better go in here," replied Mitch steering her into Harrods. They soon found a pair of white sandals in Andie's size and although she was still mystified as to her destination she felt a bit more comfortable in her outfit. "I need a bag for my old clothes," said Andie as she held a bulging carrier bag from Harrods. "No you don't," said Mitch and taking the bag he promptly pitched it into a rubbish bin they were passing. "Mitch, have you taken leave of your senses?" asked Andie. "I hope so," said Mitch with a grin. He glanced at his watch and announced, "Okay time for us to head to our gate." When they arrived the flight was just boarding. "Close your eyes," commanded Mitch as he guided Andie past the board displaying the flight number and destination. At the door of the aircraft they were greeted by a BA stewardess who directed them to turn left and Andie's pulse quickened as they approached the Business Class section. To her surprise they kept going right into the First Class section where a smiling stewardess ushered them to their adjoining seats in the middle row. "Champaign sir and Madame?" she asked. They both sat back in their executive seats and sipped their Champaign. Andie was going to ask Mitch to finally tell her their destination when a voice came on the PA system. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen welcome to British Airways service to Bridgetown, Barbados." The rest of the announcement was drowned out by Andie's excited squeal. "Mitch you wonderful man I've always wanted to go to Barbados; what an amazing surprise." The flight took just over 8 hours but for Andie and Mitch it was 8 hours of pure luxury being wined and dined and then able to recline fully and snooze. After the plane pulled up at the gate in Bridgetown Mitch lifted down the case he had brought. "I completely forgot to ask you what you packed," said Andie. "Just things that would not be as easy to get right away here like underwear, sleep wear and your cosmetics and bathing suit," answered Mitch. "There's not much room for sleep and underwear for both of us; you must have packed really well," observed Andie. "Oh I only packed your underwear," replied Mitch. "Then what will you do?" asked Andie. "Wear yours of course," said Mitch with a big grin. "Oh you lovely man," exclaimed Andie, "I'm going to love this holiday." When they got through the formalities of Immigration and Customs they found a man waiting for them in the Arrivals area to conduct them to their exclusive resort and 30 minutes later they were opening the door of their well-appointed cabin on the edge of a dazzlingly white sandy beach. By now fatigue was beginning to set in, so after an early dinner they were relieved to fall into their king sized bed and almost as rapidly fall into deep sleep. The next day had a sense of unreality about it; partly due to the exotic environment but mainly due to the abrupt change from a hectic and at times stressful lifestyle to one of complete relaxation. Andie and Mitch both did some shopping for clothes in the boutique shop attached to the resort; loose skirts and tops and billowy dresses for Andie and shorts and shirts for Mitch. The rest of the day they swam in the warm sea and lazed on the beach. On the third day they had adapted to their new lifestyle and for the first time in several years felt fully relaxed. They were lounging on recliners on the patio outside their cabin sipping cocktails, when Andie turned to Mitch and said, "I've only now realised how stressful our life was before. Mitch we must make a resolution to never let that happen again." "I agree," said Mitch. "Any ideas about how we can make that work?" "I do actually. This wonderful, crazy, spontaneous idea of yours is telling me that we need to do the outrageous more often" "So is it your turn next?" asked Mitch with a smile. "Actually I was thinking of us taking turns in a different way." "Tell me more." "I think that we should both design a fantasy, one that is sexually based, where one of us invents a scenario and doesn't tell the other what it is." Mitch looked puzzled. "I don't understand," he said. "It's like this; I have a fantasy in mind, but I would introduce it to you gradually and you wouldn't know what the outcome would be, but would discover it as it evolved. Does that make sense?" "I think so," said Mitch, "you mean a little like this holiday, where you had no idea that we were going in the first place and then when you did know you still didn't know the destination?" "Yes exactly; I think that would be just amazing, don't you?" "Yes it would, I'm all in," said Mitch with enthusiasm. "Who goes first?" "Well I think after this stunt that you pulled it should be me," said Andie decisively. "The other thing is I won't be giving you any warning, so be prepared, I could strike at any time." "Now I'm really excited," laughed Mitch. "One other thing," said Andie, "as soon as we get home we should each get a special credit card that we can use for any fantasy supplies. That way it will remain a secret." "Andie you have really given this a lot of thought; have you also worked out what your fantasy will be?" Andie smiled enigmatically and said, "That would be telling." For the rest of their holiday they followed a similar pattern of swimming, walking and lazing around the resort during the day and frequent, torrid love making in the evening, which often went well into the night. It was with some reluctance that they dragged themselves away from the resort and a couple of hours later they were boarding the flight for their return home. Although it was just as comfortable as the outward trip it somehow lacked the same excitement. Once they arrived home they quickly settled into a routine that was comfortable. Both were occupied by projects that they did not share with each other. As to their fantasies, nothing more was said until one morning Mitch returned from a run and found the house empty, but there was an envelope, addressed to him, on the kitchen table, which he saw when he came downstairs after showering. He slit it open and pulled out a letter and began to read it with growing astonishment. The First Fantasy Dear Mitch It is important that you follow these instructions completely and also that you act immediately. You are booked on the 1pm BA flight to Lyon from Heathrow, so go now to the airport and do not pack anything. You will be met at the airport in Lyon and taken to the final destination. Trust me, I love you. Andie Mitch looked at his watch; it showed 10.30. He realised that he would have to go immediately if he was going to catch his flight. He grabbed a light jacket, his wallet and passport and hurried out to the garage, got into his car and drove off. He arrived at Heathrow just under an hour later and hurried into the terminal. After checking in and clearing security he went straight to his gate and boarded the plane 5 minutes later. The flight was only an hour and because Mitch had no luggage he was quickly able to get to the Arrivals area. Looking around he saw a man holding up a sign with his name on it and feeling relieved he went over and introduced himself. Unfortunately the man only spoke French and Mitch's French was definitely of the lower fifth form variety. As the man led him out to the car park he managed to gather that they had a drive of about an hour but all attempts to get more information were met with Gallic shrugs and some incomprehensible phrases. Mitch decided to relax and go with the flow. Within a few minutes of leaving the airport the car was travelling through beautiful countryside and Mitch began to enjoy the ride. They left the main road and progressed onto smaller country roads, until about half an hour later the car pulled into the driveway of an ivy covered chateau set in a spectacular garden. The car came to a halt outside the front entrance and Mitch gathered from the driver's gestures that this was his destination. Mitch got out of the car and approached the front door. As he did so the driver immediately drove off leaving Mitch alone. The front door was of an imposing oak construction, several hundred years old. There was a chain with an old metal handle which was clearly intended to indicate the presence of a visitor. Mitch yanked on it and heard a deep clanging from within. Nothing happened and so he rang again with the same result. "Great," thought Mitch, "here I am in the middle of the French countryside with no transport and no one is home." He reached for the massive door handle and tentatively tried to turn it. To his surprise the door opened with an impressive squeak. Mitch looked inside and saw a large reception area. The floor was stone flagged and the ceilings were at least 20 feet high. "Anyone home?" he called but his voice echoed through the silent building. Feeling a combination of excitement and nervousness Mitch stepped in and began to explore. He passed a large sitting room with French windows that opened out onto the garden. It was empty so he continued his exploration. Walking along a long corridor he noticed an open door at the end. When he reached it he found himself in a huge kitchen, which despite its age, contained all modern appliances. In the middle was a massive oak table and this is what drew Mitch's attention. On the table there was a plate of food. It included a baguette, a solid block of cheese, some slices of ham, an apple and an open bottle of red wine. Mitch suddenly realised that he had not eaten for a long time and he immediately felt hungry. As he reached for the bread he noticed the envelope with his name on it next to the plate. He picked up a knife and slit open the envelope and drew out the note inside. "My darling Mitch, I am so glad you that you made it safely after your exciting journey. I am sure that you are wondering what is happening, but do not worry because all will be revealed. I suspect that you are both hungry and thirsty, which is why I have prepared this belated lunch for you. The wine is local and quite delicious and I am sure you will enjoy it. I will see you some time later, so if you are feeling at all tired our bedroom is at the top of the stairs in the turret you would have seen from outside. Afternoon naps can be most refreshing and enable one to see things in a different light. Just remember, trust me and I love you. Andie Mitch read the letter with feelings of relief, that he was in the right place and intrigue as to what was about to unfold. However hunger won out over curiosity and he sat down to eat. The bread was soft and fresh and the cheese sharp; a perfect accompaniment to the wine. Mitch had to agree that it was indeed a fine drop. He finished the entire loaf and a large part of the cheese while quaffing more than a glass of wine. He suddenly felt very content and sat for a while enjoying the moment. As he sat he realised that Andie's suggestion that he might feel tired was in fact correct. He slowly got up and made his way back up the corridor to the wide stone staircase that climbed into the upper reaches of the chateau. He climbed up to the top floor and saw the only open door which he guessed was the bedroom. He entered and from the design of the room he was able to identify the turret that Andie had described. The room was large and dominated by a huge 4 poster bed, the head of which was against one of the walls. Various pieces of antique furniture gave the scene a feeling that he was in a different century. There was an en suite situated off the main room and after he had used the toilet he began to undress, suddenly feeling very sleepy. He slid between the cool sheets and within moments had fallen into a deep, dark sleep. When he awoke he felt disorientated, especially as the curtains attached to the 4 poster bed were pulled. It was when he tried to sit up that he realised that his hands were tied to the corners of the bed by long satin sashes. He tried to move his legs and found they also were fastened to the bed posts. He felt a momentary panic, until he remembered the letter from Andie, which promised that all would be revealed in time and so he relaxed and waited. After about half an hour he heard the door open, followed by the unmistakable click of high heels moving over the stone floor towards the bed. The footsteps stopped and there was silence in the room. Slowly the curtains were pulled back to reveal a woman in a long black dress. She was wearing a tall black pointy hat and a black and silver masquerade mask. She looked down at Mitch for a long moment until at last she spoke. "Well my handsome prince, it seems that you have fallen into my little trap. You look so sweet lying there all bound and helpless." "Andie?" gasped Mitch. In answer the woman slid a long glove from her hand and lightly slapped Mitch across the chest with it. "My name is Queen Andora and you will refer to me as Your Majesty." "Please release me Your Majesty," said Mitch respectfully. "That will only happen later when I have transformed you." "I don't understand, Your Majesty." "Of course you don't my little captive, so be still and I will explain. I am indeed Queen Andora and I am also a sorceress. But I am not just any sorceress, but a very, very wicked one who delights in her wickedness." She sat carefully on the side of the bed and softly stroked Mitch's cheek with her gloved hand, before resuming. "I am sure that you have heard stories, silly stories, of handsome princes who were turned into frogs by witches. Silly, silly stories, because who would want to put up with the awful croaking noise a frog makes? No, no I won't be turning you into a frog my handsome prince, I will be turning you into a beautiful princess." "No please, Your Majesty," began Mitch, but Queen Andora, who was of course Andie, put a finger on his lips to silence him. "Oh yes, my soon to be sweet princess; I have waited so long for this opportunity and now I can fulfill my dream." She ran her hands over his body causing Mitch to squirm and struggle against his bonds. "Struggle all you want my sweet, but it will be in vain, as these are magic knots that only I can unweave." Mitch gave her a pleading look which made Andie smile maliciously. "Be calm sweet one, you will love being a princess. You will wear the most beautiful dresses, together with gorgeous petticoats and all will admire your beauty." She stood up abruptly and continued talking. "Of course before we can show you your lovely new clothes I have to turn you into a pretty young maiden." She put her hand to her chin as though deep in thought. "I think I'll start by giving you pretty breasts; just a minute while I remember the spell." She moved over to a chest of drawers and with her back to Mitch opened a box and brought the contents over to the bed, being careful to keep them hidden from his sight. She then took a black cloth and draped it over Mitch's face. He felt her sit on the bed next to his bound body and then begin stroking his chest in a circular fashion with both hands, while chanting softly some strange incantation. Next, Mitch became aware of two cold objects being pressed onto his chest over his nipples. They were held for a few minutes before the pressure was released. Gentle rubbing, stroking and finally brushing occurred for a few minutes and then abruptly stopped. The cloth was removed from Mitch's face and he found himself staring at a very realistic pair of C-cup breasts. "That went very well," said Andie with satisfaction. "Now it's time to give you a darling pussy to replace that nasty attachment between your legs and this time I will let you watch." Mitch gave an involuntary shiver and Andie said, "I know you can hardly wait my sweet, but do be patient while I weave my special spell." She reached under the skirt of her dress and pulled down a long silky slip before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Mitch's legs. She carefully placed the slip over Mitch's waste and legs and began to slowly rub his penis. "Just a few more rubs dear princess and that naughty boy will disappear forever and in its place you'll have a pussy that you'll fall in love with." There was clearly something wrong with the spell because instead of getting smaller Mitch's penis started to grow. Andie frowned and rubbed a little harder, which had the effect of making Mitch squirm and his penis twitch. "Oh dear," said Andie sounding dismayed, "there must be something wrong with my spell." She removed the slip and Mitch's engorged penis sprang up. Andie looked at it doubtfully and said, "I'm sorry my princess, this isn't working at all. I so much wanted to give you a lovely pussy; you must be terribly disappointed. I can't bear to see you like this." And grabbing hold of Mitch's erection she thrust it inside her and began to bounce up and down. "Perhaps this will work," she said. The next few minutes featured frantic action on the bed accompanied by loud panting and lustful cries, which only ended when they both climaxed together and Andie collapsed on top of her husband. They lay there for a while recovering until Mitch's now limp penis flopped out from inside its hiding place. "Oh look it's got smaller, the spell must be working," she cried and despite trying to keep a straight face Mitch burst into a fit of giggling. "We may have to do that a few times to shrink it," declared Andie as she climbed off the bed. "Now I'm going to leave you Princess Mia and your two attendants will get you dressed, ready to join me for dinner." And she blew him a kiss before leaving the room. A few minutes later stared in amazement as Erica and Jenna walked into the room dressed as maids. They curtsied respectfully and chanted, "Good evening Princess Mia, we are your personal maids and we are here to get you ready for your dinner with the Queen." They each moved to the head and foot of the bed and untied the satin bindings. "Let's get you into the shower Your Highness," said Erica with a grin, "and then we can put you into your new dress; won't that be exciting?" Almost in a daze Mitch was led into the shower and Erica turned on the taps. The warm water seemed to revive him a little and he was taken back into the bedroom where Jenna produced a lacy bra. "Bend over a little Your Highness so we can put your new breasts into this pretty bra," she said. "There, all done," she continued after fastening the bra at the back; "I'm sure that feels much better." Erica and Jenna stood back and looked Mitch up and down. Their eyes came to rest on his now flaccid penis. "What shall we do with that?" asked Jenna. "It's such a shame," said Erica sympathetically, "I know she was so looking forward to having her own pussy. Perhaps we could put it in one of those chastity things." "The Queen said no," declared Jenna. "Said only men wore them, not princesses. Let's put her in some lovely panties and then cover everything with a sexy girdle." "That's a splendid idea," agreed Erica opening a drawer and producing 2 pair of panties. She held a very silky white pantie in front of Mitch and he stepped into it. Erica pulled it up his legs and he shivered as the soft fabric caressed his freshly shaven legs. The pantie was tight and held Mitch's penis firmly in place. "Now we have a treat for you Princess Mia, a pair of frilly rumba panties with a delightfully lacy bottom." She pulled these into place and stood back to admire the affect. "Girdle next," said Jenna, producing a formidable looking open bottom girdle in a cream colour. She wound it round Mitch's waist and began attaching the hooks and finally closed the zipped panel. Next she rolled stockings up Mitch's legs and attached them to the dangling suspender straps. She tightened them so that Mitch was aware of a sensuous pull on the stockings. "Excellent," exclaimed Erica, "you now have a lovely flat feminine front, Princess Mia. It must be such a relief to have that nasty dangly thing under control and out of sight. I do hope that Queen Andora is able to work her magic to make you all proper down there." Mitch was then taken over to sit at a dressing table so that his two maids could start on his hair and makeup. This took some time and discomfort from the attack Jenna made on his eyebrows, but eventually they were satisfied. "Almost done Princess; just close your eyes for a moment," cooed Erica. Mitch did and felt a sharp sting in first one ear, followed quickly by the other. "Open your eyes Princess Mia and see the pretty studs we have put in your ear. As soon as they are healed you will be able to wear all sorts of lovely earrings," remarked Jenna. Of course when he looked in the mirror Mitch did not recognise the image staring back at him; his face appeared even more feminine than when he had been Erica's bridesmaid. Erica appeared to read his mind. "I know you look even prettier than when you were my bridesmaid," she whispered. "Now for the exciting part; getting you into your petticoats," said Jenna with a smile as she brought over some frothy looking garments. "Have a seat here on the bed Princess Mia and we will describe exactly what is happening as we prepare you for your feminine splendor." She selected a long, slim petticoat and began to slide it up Mitch's legs. "This is your first petticoat," said Jenna. "Now please stand and try to move; yes that's right, feel how silky it is on your stockings. It is also quite arrow for two reasons; one so that you only take short feminine steps and two so you get the maximum rubbing of the silk. Doesn't it feel just divine," she said as she tied the petticoat firmly around his waist? As he moved around Mitch felt that he was in sensory overload. He could also feel his trapped penis straining inside its silky confines. Jenna spread the frothy petticoat on the ground and she and Erica helped Mitch step into it. Again Jenna slid it up his legs and tied it around his waist. "Don't move Princess, because we want to get your dress on first; you'll see why shortly," warned Jenna. Erica and Jenna carefully lowered the dress over Mitch's head, down his body and over his petticoats. They helped him put his arms into the sleeves and then Erica began to slowly fasten the zip. "Can you feel it getting tighter Princess Mia, very soon you will be completely encased in this beautiful dress and then you'll really be a princess." The zip reached the top and Erica fastened something with a distinct click. She giggled and said, "There you are princess I've just locked you in, so there is no danger of you accidently slipping out of your dress. Now move around the room and listen carefully." Mitch did as he was told and he heard the rustling of his outer petticoat moving against the dress and a gentle hiss of the inner petticoat moving over his stockings. "Isn't that the most delightful sound?" cried Erica. "Wait till we get your shoes on and then you will hear the click of your heels on the stone floor." 3 inch heeled shoes were slipped on Mitch's feet and he was directed to resume walking. "That princess, is the sound of sweet femininity; don't you just love it?" gushed Jenna. Erica took Mitch over to the floor length mirror and stood back so he could take in the sight. Mitch felt he had never seen anything so girly; the satin dress reached to the floor with a short train at the back. It flowed out over his petticoats in a wide vee. The neckline was low and showed off his pronounced cleavage. Jenna and Erica fussed with his dress continually arranging it over his petticoats until at last they were satisfied. "Now you are a princess fit to greet a queen," said Erica. "Now when you meet her you must curtsey like this," and she demonstrated and then had Mitch practice several times until she was satisfied. Finally Mitch was led from the room by his two admiring attendants and down the wide staircase. "Hold your dress up as you come down stairs Your Highness, we don't want you to fall," advised Jenna as Mitch gingerly descended the sweeping staircase. "What is this vision of loveliness descending towards me?" cried a voice from the bottom of the staircase. Mitch looked down and saw Andie looking up at him. Her mask had been removed and her glossy black hair hung down past her shoulders. The mask was gone and he could see the delighted gleam in her eyes. Andie was wearing a beautiful light gold gown that came down to her ankles. Although the skirt was full it did not puff out the way Mitch's petticoat enhanced costume did. He reached the bottom step and remembered to curtsey as he had been instructed. Andie giggled. "What a well-mannered girl you are Mia," she said pleasantly. Andie began to circle Mitch like a hungry shark. When she was behind him she put her hand to her lips and giggled again. "Oh Erica and Jenna, you have done a wonderful job. I just love the little lock you have put at the top of Mia's dress." She came back to face Mitch and took his hands in hers. "Mia you are now my darling little prisoner, all locked up in your feminine, satin and silk prison; quite, quite unable to escape; what a delightful thought. Now we must get some dinner because if we don't, I fear I will be unable to control myself with my little princess. Please serve us in 5 minutes," she said nodding at Erica and Jenna who giggled, curtsied and backed away. Andie led the way to the large oak paneled dining room dominated by the long oak table. Two places were set at one end with flickering candles to light the scene. Andie held the chair out and Mitch sat as delicately as he could, enjoying the explosive rustling from his petticoats. Andie reached over and removed a bottle of Champaign that was chilling in an ice bucket. She carefully poured two generous measures into the wine glasses. Mitch was about to take a sip when Andie stopped him. "Just another little measure to enhance my control Mia," she said and taking Mitch by the hand she wound a satin sash around his wrist and tied it securely. She did the same with the other wrist, leaving about 10 inches in between. "There," she said brightly, "that will help ensure that you eat in a suitably feminine fashion." Partly constrained Mitch sipped his drink and then later ate his meal, which was served by Erica and was delicious, in the feminine manner Andie had prescribed. Andie watched in delight at Mitch's necessarily precise movements to eat. "You are doing wonderfully well Mia," she cooed. "I am so impressed as to how quickly you are becoming a perfect little Princess." After they had finished and Erica had cleared away the dishes Andie rang a little bell that was on the table and Erica appeared and curtsied. "Please take Princess Mia upstairs and get her ready for bed. I want her wearing her prettiest nightdress and I also want you to bind her hands; I like my little darling to be quite helpless." Erica and Jenna accompanied Mitch upstairs and began getting him undressed. As they did so they both chatted brightly. "I know you are disappointed that we are taking off your lovely dress, but don't worry because tomorrow you will be able to wear another one just as nice," purred Erica. "Now your gorgeous petticoats Princess Mia," said Jenna as she untied them. "I'm going to hang them up so they will be all ready for you tomorrow. Isn't it lovely to have something to look forward to?" They removed all trace of makeup before taking off Mitch's stockings, girdle and bra. "We'll leave your frilly panties on because they are so sweet," said Erica. Jenna came back from the walk in closet carrying a long satin nightdress in a deep forest green. She lowered it over Mitch's head and smoothed it down over Mitch's legs, causing him to shiver. Jenna giggled and said, "I know Princess, it feels so gorgeously feminine. Now turn around so we can tie your hands." Erica produced a white satin sash and while Jenna held Mitch's hands behind him, proceeded to tie them firmly and ending in an elegant bow. They helped Mitch onto the bed and Erica produced another sash which she used to lash Mitch's ankle together. She then carefully rolled Mitch onto his side and pulled the hem of the nightdress down so it hid his bonds. "There," said Erica with satisfaction. "What a pretty parcel for the Queen to open later" They both gave Mitch a kiss on the cheek and still giggling they pulled the curtains surrounding the bed and left the room. Mitch must have dozed off because he suddenly jerked into wakefulness as he heard the beds curtains being drawn back and then Andie's voice exclaiming "Ooh a lovely present; I can't wait to open it." Mitch felt her run her hands lightly over his body and down his legs. He lifted the edge of his nightdress and giggled when she saw his bound ankles. "Oh those two did a lovely job of wrapping my gift. On second thoughts I'll open it in a few minutes but first I need to go back to my spells; you know, the one where you get a brand new pussy. According to my spell book the spell will work better if you get a thorough taste of pussy first; so that's what we are going to do." With surprising strength Andie dragged Mitch over to the side of the bed and helped him sit up. She placed a pillow on the floor and helped Mitch to kneel on it. First Andie placed her hands on Mitch's head and muttered some gibberish. She then sat on the bed in front of him, lifted up the skirt of her dress to her waist and spread her legs widely apart. "Nuzzle my panties sweet girl; yes that's right; oh that feels so good. Now very, very gently take a tiny bite of my panties and start to pull them off. They are quite wet and that will help the spell." She closed her legs a little and squirmed as Mitch took a small piece of her panty in between his teeth and began to pull and slowly work them down her legs. When the y reached her ankles, Andie stepped out of the panties and spread her legs again. "In you go Princess and you will soon have a lovely juicy pussy just like mine." Mitch began to probe with his tongue to increase Andie's excitement; he was successful and she began to moan softly at first and then with increasing fervor. By now he was licking her fiercely and she suddenly climaxed with a scream that was heard by Erica and Jenna 2 floors below. "Certainly sounds like magic," observed Erica and they both giggled before resuming their own lovemaking. When she had recovered Andie helped Mitch back onto the bed and gazed down at him. "Time to open my present," she purred and began to very slowly undo the bow at Mitch's ankles. She unwound the sash and very deliberately folded it carefully to tantalise her victim. She stroked his leg through the silky nightdress and then with almost agonizing slowness drew the dress up his legs until his frilly panties were revealed. "What have we here," she whispered. "I think that it is something naughty that should not be part of a Princess; let's see if we can exchange it for a nice pussy," and she began to stroke Mitch's rapidly growing cock. Andie began to croon softly, "I've got my Princess, a splendid catch, now turn this cock into a pretty snatch," as she rubbed harder. If they had not both been so erotically aroused they would both have collapsed with mirth at this awful doggerel, but as it was Mitch became harder and Andie more excited. Suddenly she could take it no longer and she thrust Mitch's cock deep inside her and began to bounce up and down violently. This time they both screamed in unison as they climaxed and Mitch felt that he must have temporarily blacked out because he was suddenly aware of having been rolled onto his stomach and Andie untying his hands. Mitch went to the bathroom to repair the damage from their lovemaking and when he returned he snuggled in next to Andie so that his groin was pressing against her bottom. She turned and looked at him anxiously. "Mitch I am worried that I've let my lust overcome my reason and that I'm taking things too far. Is all this okay with you?" Mitch smiled at her before kissing her gently on the lips. "Andie my darling, I'm loving it, please continue." "And the pierced ears?" asked Andie anxiously. "Should have done it years ago," said Mitch dismissively. Andie sighed with relief and said, "Oh thank you, that's wonderful, you really are the greatest husband imaginable." She paused for a long moment and then her voice became stern as she said, "However you called me Andie just now and that is inexcusable; you know my name is Queen Andora and you are supposed to refer to me as Your Majesty. Perhaps I'll have my maids tie you up so that I can spank you for your insolence." She giggled when she felt the little twitch and hardening in Mitch's groin. "Yes," she said, "a spanking would definitely be in your best interests," and she kissed him again, turned over and quickly fell asleep. When Mitch woke the next morning he found that he was alone. He rose and went through to the bathroom where he took a shower. He had just finished drying himself when the bedroom door opened and moments later Erica and Jenna had entered the bathroom. They curtsied respectfully and ushered him through to the bedroom. "Good morning Princess Mia," said Erica. "Queen Andora has asked us to dress you suitably for a spanking." At this point she and Jenna dissolved into a giggling fit. At last Erica recovered, coughed and said, "We can't have you wearing your girdle because the Mistress wants your bottom bare for your spanking, but don't worry we will use a lacey garter belt instead." She appeared to consider this for a moment before continuing, "Actually the garter belt will frame your bottom delightfully; I think the Mistress will be very pleased." They attached a white lacey garter belt and then carefully pulled stockings up Mitch's legs and fastened them to the straps. "Just the panties with the frilly bottom Princess Mia," sniggered Jenna, "But you do get to wear an extra petticoat, so it's not all bad." The first petticoat was shorter than normal and more generously adorned in lace. The other three were similar to those Mitch had worn the day before. "Good," said Erica with approval, "you are correctly petticoated so now we can get you into your dress." Jenna chose a vivid yellow dress that was fully skirted and quite tight in the bodice and held it up. "This one or the light blue?" she asked Erica. "Oh that one I think," said Erica. "After all blue is a boys colour and princesses shouldn't wear anything boy like." They lowered it over Mitch's head and slowly pulled up the zip. Again Mitch noticed the little click which indicated that the locking mechanism was engaged. "All ready Princess Mia," said Jenna as she adjusted his dress over the petticoats. "Time to take you to the Queen." With one on each side Mitch was escorted downstairs into the impressive drawing room where Andie was seated on an antique, straight backed armchair. Andie smiled in delight as Mitch curtsied in front of her. "Good morning my dear," she simpered, "I trust you slept well?" "Yes thank you Your Majesty." "Excellent," cried Andie, "Now what was it that I wanted to do this morning before breakfast?" She made a pretense of thinking hard and then her face brightened. "I remember now," she said, "I promised to spank my little princess, didn't I Mia?" "Yes Your Majesty," said Mitch nervously. Andie rubbed her hands in delight and said, "Well then let's get on with it. Ladies could you please bind Princess Mia's hands high up behind her back, because it would be a shame if they got in the way." Erica arranged Mitch's hands so that his elbows were bent to 90 degrees behind his back and the forearms were together. She held then gently in place while Jenna wound several loops of the satin sash around his arms and tied it off in a big bow. "Excellent," cried Andie, "Princess Mia thank your maids for tying you so prettily." "Thank you for making me pretty for my spanking," said Mitch dutifully "Good girl; that's beautifully put. I'm so pleased the way you said that, that I'm almost inclined to let you off your spanking." She paused for several seconds before resuming; "Almost inclined, but not quite, after all it would be a pity to waste such lovely bondage." She patted her lap and said, "Now ladies please lower the Princess's panties and place her over my lap and then you may retire." Erica and Jenna tugged Mitch's panties down to his knees and helped him lie over Andie's lap making sure that he was firmly in place' before retiring from the room. Mitch felt sure that they were listening at the door and that seemed to excite him even more causing his cock to twitch strongly. "Now I'm going to lift up your pretty dress and petticoats because we don't want to crush them," informed Andie. Deliberately drawing out the tension, Andie slowly lifted one garment at a time until Mitch's bare bottom was exposed. She then arranged his petticoats so that they framed his bottom above and to the sides in a frilly display. She ran her hand softly over his flesh causing him to shudder and her to giggle. "Ready Princess; one, two, three." Smack! Smack! The blows although quite loud were not painful because Andie cupped her hand to make maximum noise for minimum pain. In all she rained about 8 blows, alternating them from cheek to cheek. Although not in any pain Mitch had the greatest difficulty in controlling his mounting excitement which would have resulted in an unfortunate eruption all over his petticoats. "There, I think that should do it," said Andie and she began to untie Mitch's hands. She helped Mitch up and said, "Now show me the proper response to your correction." Mitch curtsied awkwardly because his panties were still around his knees and said, "Thank you Your Majesty for correcting my behavior; it was a very good lesson." "You are welcome my dear," replied Andie. "I think that now would be a good time to work on your new vagina, so be a good girl and sit here on my chair," she said as she rose and began to lift her own skirts. Mitch saw at once that she was not wearing panties and he quickly kicked his off and raised his own dress and petticoat to reveal his very stiff cock. He sat on the edge of the chair and leaned back a little while Andie carefully lowered herself onto his shaft. She took hold of Mitch's shoulders and began to bounce up and down causing Mitch's cock to go deep inside her. "Silly willy time to go, I'll put a pussy down below," she chanted until her own excitement made speech impossible and a series of squeals replaced words. Somehow the chair withstood this assault and when they were finished Andie collapsed against Mitch. She remained there a long time until eventually Mitch's now flaccid penis slipped out of her with a little plop. "Time for breakfast I think," said Andie cheerfully. "I'll call the maids." To their great credit Erica and Jenna managed to hide their smirks as they served breakfast, but once they had left the room Mitch and Andie could hear their laughter echoing down the hallway. After breakfast Andie suggested a walk in the estate grounds which featured paths that wound through wooded areas and well-kept flower beds. Although the scenery was beautiful, Andie got most pleasure from watching Mitch trying to walk in his dress and petticoats, especially as one petticoat was deliberately narrow. "My sweet Princess, you look so delightfully feminine holding up your skirt, especially as you are showing the frilly hem of your petticoats. Aren't you just thrilled to be a princess?" Mitch was too busy avoiding tripping to answer. On one side of the house just below the terrace was a grass tennis court. Andie had made sure that she brought tennis racquets and balls in her luggage and as the day was especially sunny she informed Mitch that they would play after lunch. "But I don't have any tennis clothes," protested Mitch. "Oh but you do," said Andie smugly, "I bought a special tennis outfit fit for a princess. Erica and Jenna will help you change after lunch; it will be such fun." Mitch doubted this but did not say anything. They had lunch on the terrace after which Andie announced that it was time for them to change for their game. Erica and Jenna took Mitch into one of the spare bedrooms and began to remove his dress. "You will need a corset Princess Mia," said Erica with a grin. "But only two petticoats; we'll remove the tight one, but you can keep the frilliest two on." "But they are too long," Mitch protested. "And why do I have to wear a corset?" "Because you are a princess," said Jenna primly, "Now hold onto the bed post while I tighten the laces. There that should do it," she said fastening them into a tight knot. They then attached white stockings to the corsets suspender straps, refastened the petticoats at the back and then Jenna brought over the tennis dress. It was a long white cotton gown that came down to Mitch's ankles, just covering his petticoats. The skirt was full and the dresses bodice was tight. The long sleeves buttoned tightly at the wrist. "How can I play tennis dressed like this," moaned Mitch, "I won't be able to run after the ball." "Princesses don't run, they move smoothly in a ladylike manner," said Erica sternly. "They are allowed to flounce, but only if they are very upset." They accompanied Mitch downstairs and out onto the terrace. Andie was on the court practicing her serve. The contrast in their dress could not have been greater. Andie wore a yellow tennis dress that was bare backed and came down to mid-thigh. She saw Mitch and waved cheerfully. "I'm going to be very nice and let you serve first Princess Mia; come on let's get started." Mitch had to hold up his dress and petticoats as he descended the three steps and reflected gloomily on the match before him. He and Andie played the occasional game and he was the better player, but he had the feeling that was about to change. To warm up they lobbed the ball gently back and forth between them, but even these gentle rallies proved a challenge to Mitch as he needed to hold his skirts with one hand, which of course affected his strokes. "Let's play a couple of games," called Andie, "Your serve." And she took up her place by the baseline. Mitch threw the ball up to serve but found that his corset and the tight bodice of his dress restricted his reach and the ball barely made it across the net. Andie lobbed it back casually and Mitch moved as quickly as he could to retrieve it, his petticoats rustling loudly as he moved. He managed to get his racquet to the ball but it went straight into the net. Andie grinned and called out, "Not the best stroke Mia, but you do looked and sounded lovely making it, so keep it up." Mitch managed to win the odd point, usually as a result of a mistake by Andie, but at the end of two sets the score was 6-0, 6-0. As they came off the court Mitch was surrounded by Andie, Jenna and Erica. "Well played Princess Mia," said Erica heartily. "But I was terrible," protested Mitch. "You may have lost, but the important thing is that you were wonderfully girlie the whole time," said Andie. She moved closer and whispered in Mitch's ear, "You little minx, you have me all excited the way you were rustling and flashing your petticoats. You will have to come upstairs and I'll sort you out." Once in the bedroom Andie did not waste any time. She threw Mitch onto the bed, pulled up his petticoats and pulled down his panties in her frenzy to get his very erect organ inside her. Once it was there she gave a cry of satisfaction and went to work with tremendous enthusiasm. This ended in a loud shriek which after a while was followed by little sighs and gasps as Mitch cleaned her with his tongue. "Oh I should keep you as a princess forever," she murmured as she lay back on the bed exhausted. Mitch spent 3 more days in petticoats being ravaged by Andie and by this time they both felt quite spent. On the fourth day Mitch woke to find Andie staring at him. What's up," he said? "I'm a rotten witch," she said in a disconsolate tone. "What do you mean?" asked Mitch. "I've failed to turn you into a princess." "Not completely," said Mitch. "You've given me boobs." "Not real ones; these are just gel," she said flicking them. "Let's face it I'm a failure." "No, no, I expect you are just out of practice," said Mitch loyally. "It must be jolly difficult, having to remember all those spells." "It is," said Andie gloomily. "Oh well I may as well change you back." She reached over to the side of the bed and produced a brown bottle and a cloth. After putting some of the solution on the cloth she rubbed around Mitch's breasts for a few minutes and suddenly they fell off. "Wow, now that's what I call magic," said Mitch. Andie giggled and kissed him. "Welcome back darling; was my fantasy really awful for you?" Mitch kissed her back and said, "Darling it was simply fantastic; I loved every minute being your princess." "And having Jenna and Erica take part wasn't too humiliating was it?" "Not humiliating at all; after all they are almost family. They really added to the amazing experience." "Come here you wonderful man," she said throwing her arms around him and holding him tight. They all left after breakfast and 5 hours later they were back in their home in London. The Second Fantasy Life had returned to near normal and there was no sign of Mia. Mitch was quite busy, which he said was because of tidying up he had to do with regard to the sale of his business. He spent time alone in his office and made frequent trips out of the house. "When are we going to start your fantasy?" asked Andie one day. "You will know when the time comes," replied Mitch enigmatically. About 6 weeks after their return from France Andie woke to find the bed next to her empty and an envelope on Mitch's pillow. She hurriedly ripped it open and began to read the short letter inside. "My darling Andie It is imperative that you follow these instructions exactly. Get dressed as you would for work and go to the address on the back of this letter. You must be there by 10.00 so get moving now. All my love Mitch" Andie felt a surge of excitement as she turned the page and saw the address. It had a suite number as well as a street number. She recognised the street as one close to the underground station, an area that had shops and offices. She checked the time and saw that it was 8.45. "I've got to hurry she thought." And she slid out of bed and took a quick shower. She decided to wear black trousers, a white blouse and a short grey jacket. Once she was dressed and her makeup done there was only time for a slice of toast and a cup of coffee, before she dashed out of the house and into her car. The drive only took 10 minutes and she had no difficulty locating the address. It was in an office building and she took the lift to the 4th floor and looked for suite 412. When she found it she stopped dead in amazement. On the glass frosting of the door were the words "Andrea Carson, Wedding Planner." She stood there in a daze for several seconds, but eventually reached out and turned the handle on the door; it opened and she found herself in a well set out office with a reception desk, comfortable chairs in a small waiting area and a door, obviously belonging to an inner office with her name on it. She walked over an opened the door. The room was large and well lit with a window looking out onto the street. The large desk to the center of the room had a laptop computer which looked new and a legal pad, together with a variety of pens and pencils. She was just trying to take this all in when she heard a tap on the outer door, followed by the door opening and then the click of heels on the hardwood floor. Andie went out to investigate and found herself face to face with a young woman she recognised. The woman was quite tall and slender and wore a short sleeved summer dress with a pretty floral pattern. On her feet were white sandals with slim 3 inch heels. Her makeup was perfect and her fair hair hung down to her shoulders. "Mitch," gasped Andie in astonishment. The woman looked puzzled. "Oh no, I'm Mia Struthers and you must be Andrea Carson," and she extended a slim hand, the fingers of which had bright red nails. Andie was still confused but she realised that this must have something to do with Mitch's fantasy and she felt her pulse quicken a little, together with a noticeable stirring in her panties. "How can I help you Ms. Struthers," she said playing along. Again Mitch looked surprised. "I want you to organise my wedding; you are a wedding planner are you not?" Andie felt a little flustered but did her best to recover. "Yes of course; please come through to my office and have a seat." "And by the way," purred Mitch, "do call me Mia; Ms. Struthers is so formal." "Yes of course," said Andie as she took a seat behind her desk. She took the pad on the desk and selected a pen. "Right, let me get some details. Did you have a date in mind?" Mitch looked a little sheepish as he replied. "I know it is an awful rush, but I was hoping for something quite soon; in fact in about 3 weeks. I know it is very short notice, but I'm very much in love with my partner and I want to marry her as soon as possible." "Ah," said Andie, "so we are talking about a same sex marriage, are we?" "Why yes, is that a problem?" asked Mitch anxiously. "Not at all," said Andie. "Could I please have your partner's name?" Mitch gave a little giggle and said, "Well the thing is one of the main reasons why I chose you Ms. Carson, is that your name is exactly the same as my partners and I thought that was a really good omen, if you take my meaning." Andie smiled broadly and said, "What an extraordinary coincidence. Well Mia I would most certainly like to help you, in fact I would be honoured." "Oh good," said Mitch with relief. "So will there be two brides," asked Andie, a faint smile playing around her lips? "Oh no," replied Mitch, "I'm really the girlie one in our partnership and Andie is insisting that I be the bride; she just loves me in petticoats you see." Andie's smile was by now quite wolfish and her panties were very damp. "And how do you feel about being the pretty bride?" asked Andie, trying to hide her excitement. "Oh I'm terribly excited," cried Mitch with great enthusiasm, "I can't wait to get my dress." Andie was now having great difficulty holding everything together. She feigned a coughing fit and took some deep breaths. "Excellent," she managed to say, "you will make a simply stunning bride." She became more serious and said, "Mia I advise you to choose your dress as soon as possible in case they need to make alterations. Do you have anyone to go with you?" "Yes I have two close girlfriends who would love to help me; they are going to be my bridesmaids." "Wonderful; I will give you some names of bridal salons before you leave. Now, I do have some more important questions for you." Mitch crossed his legs at the ankle, sat a little sideways in the chair and rearranged his dress, actions which did not go unnoticed by Andie. "How many guests were you thinking of inviting?" asked Andie, her pen poised over the pad? "Quite small, I think about twenty." Andie made a note and went on. "Now regarding location; were you thinking of inside or outside?" "Well I'd prefer outside but I suppose we would need a backup plan in the event of poor weather." "That would be wise," said Andie. "It is likely to be difficult to find some of the popular places because it is such short notice; how would a garden setting with a large house work?" Mitch smiled, "That would be splendid; do you know of one?" "I think I might," said Andie with a twinkle in her eye. Mitch clasped his hands together. "That would be wonderful," he gushed. "Right," said Andie in a businesslike manner, "I think that is all the information I need right now, I suggest we make an appointment for 3 days' time and I will be able to give you a list of things that must be done. You will need to give me a guest list as we need to send out the invitations as soon as possible. Now off you go and look at dresses," and she handed Mitch a note with some names scribbled on it. After Mitch left Andie sat at her desk for a long time dozens of questions running through her mind. What was the meaning of it all; how had Mitch set up the office, what would happen when the fantasy ended and many more questions. She then became transfixed with the image of Mitch in a snow white wedding gown and she felt another surge between her thighs. About an hour later she picked up the key lying on the desk and shut and locked the door to her new office, found her car and drove slowly home. When she arrived home she found Mitch stretched out on the couch reading a book. He was dressed in shorts and a long sleeve T-shirt. There was no sign of Mia at all in his appearance. "Hello Andie, what's up?" he said as Andie entered the lounge. She stared at him not answering at first. Instead she rapidly removed her blouse and unfastened her bra. She then pulled her trousers down and stepped out of them, all the time fixing Mitch with her gaze. She suddenly stepped forwards and grabbed Mitch's shorts and wrenched them and his underpants down his legs and tossed them on the floor. She took off her own panties and climbing on top of Mitch dropped her panties onto his face and thrust his rapidly hardening cock inside her. Finally she spoke. "My panties have been soaked for the last hour; I have to fuck you now." Andie rode Mitch with a look of desperation on her face which was replaced by one of relief after she had climaxed. "Tongue me daring I need more," she pleaded and Mitch, good fellow that he was, obliged. "It almost looks as though Mia is too much for you," observed Mitch when they had both recovered. "The little bitch will be the death of me," confided Andie. "But I do love her." The next day was Saturday and Mitch announced that he had some business in town and would probably be gone most of the day. Andie decided to go into the office and update her computer with sites to various companies that she could call on when planning a wedding. She had no idea how long this fantasy would last, but decided to run with it as long as it did. Mitch went straight round to Erica and Jenna's flat and was warmly welcomed. "Are we still going wedding dress shopping?" asked Erica when she greeted him. "Of course," said Mitch. "My wedding planner insisted that I start right away." Erica gave a little chuckle and said, "In that case you are Mia all day; you are a girl, so let's get you dressed like one." 40 minutes later anyone looking would have seen 3 young women leaving the flat and walking the short distance to the Underground. Mia was wearing a simple A-line white midi dress with black polka dots. The skirt was loose and swishy and underneath Mia wore an open bottom girdle and a full slip. Erica and Jenna also wore dresses but with much less underwear. The tube wasn't crowded and they managed to sit together talking excitedly about the upcoming shopping expedition. "Do you know what sort of dress you would like?" asked Erica. "Something feminine and perhaps classical," said Mia. "That's going to be hard," said Jenna sarcastically. "Most wedding dresses are so masculine," and they all broke into a fit of giggling. As three of the salons were fairly close to each other in the West End they decided to start their search there. When they entered the first salon Mia clutched Erica's arm nervously. "Relax," whispered Erica, "just remember you are a bride, you belong in here." An assistant approached and Jenna took charge. "Good morning my wife and I are going to be bridesmaids for our friend here, who is transitioning. She is marrying the love of her life and needs a fabulous dress, can you help us?" Mia blushed bright red but the assistant was unfazed. "Certainly ladies please follow me." And she led them to a long rack of dresses. "My name is Elise and before I start to show you some of our gowns, I would like to know your name and whether you have some style in mind," she said extending a hand to Mia. "My name is Mia and my partner loves me in very feminine dresses, so I was thinking of an A-line dress, in satin, that is full enough for petticoats underneath. I'm not looking for a backless dress as I like to feel the dress caressing my whole body, if you see what I mean." "I understand completely," said Elise. "My aim is to give you the complete bridal experience." Mia gave a little laugh and said, "I think only my partner can do that." This caused a ripple of laughter amongst the group and a noticeable decrease in tension. "Give me a moment Mia and I'll pick out some dresses for you to try." She looked appraisingly at Mia and said, "I'm thinking you are probably a size 16, does that sound right?" "Yes I believe so," replied Mia. Elise went to the rack and began to search. After about 10 minutes she had selected 5 dresses, which she took over to a changing room and opened the door for Mia, Erica and Jenna. With Erica and Jenna's help Mia began to try them on, scrutinizing each one carefully from all angles. All fell within the general guidelines that Mia had outlined but there was only one that she really liked. "I really like the way this one holds my body and how it swings when I move; it's a definite possibility." Erica and Jenna both agreed that the dress was beautiful. The satin skirt was full and fell in a cascade to the floor. The sleeves were short and puffed and the back came to the top of Mia's shoulder blades. Mia tried to unzip the dress but was not able to reach. "That's another factor in its favour," she observed. "After you two got me locked into those princess dresses in France I love the feeling of being trapped in my dress." Erica and Jenna exchanged smiles and then both gave Mia a warm hug. They thanked Elise and told her that they needed to look in other salons but that one of the dresses was a contender. They did not find anything that captivated Mia at the second location but at the third their luck changed. "This is it," cried Mia and Jenna and Erica agreed. The dress was smooth satin with a flowing skirt. The top was unlike any dresses they had seen. It had a bateau neckline but in the middle was cut a small elegant Vee. The sleeves were just past the elbow with a vee at the back. It almost gave the impression of a shirt with folded sleeves, but much more elegant. However it was the back that captivated Mia. The dress closed with a long zip, but over this was a delicate panel that fastened with satin covered buttons. The buttons ran the length of the dress, extending out to the train. Of course lower down the buttons were just decorative but the effect was compelling. "I love it," whispered Mia. "It's holding me and only Andie will be able to release me." There was a group hug and Erica wiped a tear from her eye as she said, "You are really becoming Mia." "That's part of the fantasy," Mia replied. "What about our dresses?" asked Erica. Mia smiled and said, "I have a feeling that we will find something we all love right here." These were prophetic words because as they began to survey the bridesmaids dresses Erica let out a little squeak and rushed across to a rack of dresses. She pulled out a gorgeous teal coloured floor length dress and held it up. "Jenna we must try this, right now," she said firmly. She and Jenna went into the changing room and 5 minutes later emerged with huge smiles on their faces. "What do you think," asked Jenna swishing up and down? Mia was momentarily speechless. "Oh my God, you both look amazing. This is it, we have found our bridal dream dresses." The dresses were floor length, strapless with sweetheart necklines and a flowing skirts. The shop assistant was delighted that they had decided so quickly and with such enthusiasm. She fetched a seamstress who took careful measurements of the three of them and calculated the alterations. "They will be ready in 7 days," she assured them. Mia also chose a petticoat and not surprisingly selected the frilliest in taffeta and silk. "Andie will love this," she said. Flushed with success the three women went into a nearby 5 -star hotel and ordered a bottle of fine Champaign at the bar and consumed it eagerly with lots of giggling and excited conversation. Mia looked at her watch and reluctantly decided that it was time to go home so they made their way to the nearest Underground and within the hour were back at Erica and Jenna's flat, where Mia disappeared and was replaced by Mitch. When Mitch got home he found Andie on the terrace with a gin and tonic. "Good idea, I'm having one of those," he said. He settled down next to his wife and took a long sip. "So how was your day?" asked Andie. "Pretty dull, just running around doing various errands; how about you?" "Yeah much the same," said Andie. On Monday morning Andie was in her new office a little before 10 am and started to do some work on her computer. At 10 exactly there was a tap on the outer door and in walked Mia She was wearing a loose linen dress of dark blue and white sandals. "Hello Mia did you have a good weekend?" asked Andie with a smile. "I had a wonderful weekend," cried Mia, bubbling with excitement. "I found my dress and it's just gorgeous. They are doing the alterations and it will be ready by Friday; isn't that exciting." Andie felt a surge between her legs which she tried to hide. "That's wonderful news Mia; do tell me about it." Mia became coy and said, "Oh that's a surprise, you will have to wait for the wedding. Speaking of which have you made any progress with a venue?" "All settled," said Andie with a smile. "I have found a large house set in a beautiful garden that will be ideal for the numbers you are planning to invite. Fortunately it was available for the date you wanted, so we have a lot to do. That reminds me did you bring the guest list?" "Yes here it is," said Mia handing over a typed list. Andie perused it carefully. It included a few close friends, her sister and Mitch's sister and Mitch's mother. She noted that most of the guests were women. Her own parents were not on the list because they were both overseas and would not be able to fly home. "Right," she said, "I'll get these sent off to the printers today and they should go out before the end of the week. Now Mia ,there are a lot of things that need doing including catering, flowers, the celebrant, drinks, seating, photographer and lots of others. Would you like me to use my discretion and organise everything? I can promise you a wedding that you will never forget." "Oh Andie that would be wonderful, I feel that you have lifted a weight from my shoulders." Andie stood and held out her hand. "Right, I'll be in touch in about a week to set up a final appointment before the big day." They exchanged hugs, after which Mia left and Andie sat down to start organizing all the details. When Andie got home that evening Mitch had a gin and tonic waiting for her and she grabbed it gratefully. "Busy day?" asked Mitch. "Busy but very stimulating," she replied and they clinked glasses. Andie went into the office every day that week and by Friday felt that she had everything under control. Also on Friday Mitch went over to Erica and Jenna's flat and emerged as Mia and the three of them headed in to London to collect their dresses. When they tried them on all three were delighted with the fit. Once more they stopped off for Champaign. As they sat in the lounge giggling and chatting Mia realised that she had never felt happier. Mia's dress was left at Erica and Jenna's flat and Mitch went home to find that Andie had just arrived. Because they were both tired they decided to order in their meal and had a quiet night together in front of the TV. Both Andie and Mitch were relishing their freedom and the ability to be spontaneous. On a whim they decided to drive to the border region with Wales and do some walking along the Offa's Dyke route. It was a good decision because the weather was good and the scenery wonderful. They vowed to come back some time and do the walk in its entirety. They returned to London on Monday morning full of fresh air and all the good food they had eaten. Mia had one final meeting at the office with Andie where they went over last minute details. "What about rings?" asked Andie as they were finishing up. "I have one for my partner and I assume that she has done the same for me," replied Mia. "I'm sure she has," said Andie. "I think that is all; just remember that the car will pick you and your bridesmaids up at 1 pm on Saturday. Don't be nervous because you will be a beautiful bride." They exchanged air kisses and Mia left the office. On Friday Mitch announced at breakfast that he had to go away on business and would not return till Saturday afternoon. Andie accompanied him to the door and gave him a long kiss. "Don't work too hard," she said. Mitch headed over to Erica and Jenna's flat and was met at the door by Erica. "Go through to the bedroom Mia and take those yucky boys clothes off; you are all girl now." 10 minutes later Mia emerged wearing a T-shirt and a loose midi skirt which swirled around her legs in a very pleasing fashion. "Right girlfriend," said Erica when Mia emerged. "We are going to the salon first. You are having hair extensions and we are all having mani's and pedi's. Tomorrow we'll be going back there for the final hair styling and makeover." At the salon the three sat in adjoining chairs so they were able to keep up a constant barrage of excited chattering, which their stylists contributed to with enthusiasm. "Isn't it fun being a girl?" asked Erica. "It's amazing, I never knew what I was missing," replied Mia. By the time they were finished it was late afternoon. "Let's head back home and get changed," said Jenna. "What for?" asked Mia in surprise. "Because Erica and I are taking you out for a bachelorette evening; three girls on the town." "Sounds great," said Mia enthusiastically. When they got back to the flat Erica said, "We are going to get you all glammed up Mia, so come this way," and she led Mia into the bedroom. An hour later they were all ready to go out. Mia was wearing a new bodycon dress that reached just below the knee. The top was plane white and the skirt had a Highland print in different shades of grey. "Wow you look spectacular Mia," said Erica. "If I wasn't happily married I think I would fancy you myself." "Then I'm definitely sitting between you two tonight," said Jenna. First they went to a local restaurant that was a favourite of Erica and Jenna. It was quiet and the service and food were excellent. They started with a cocktail each and then a bottle of Riesling. By the time they had finished Mia could feel a slight buzz from the alcohol. "Where to now?" she said brightly. "It's a surprise," said Erica with a grin. They ordered a taxi and when it came Jenna gave an address in a low voice that Mia could not hear. A few minutes later the cab pulled up outside a club with a bright neon sign that read "Pussy Galore." "We are going clubbing?" asked Mia apprehensively. "Of course, what else would we do on a hen night?" asked Jenna. "But what do I do if some guy hits on me?" asked a worried Mia. Erica and Jenna burst out laughing. "That's very unlikely hon, this is a lesbian club." "Oh great," said Mia brightening, "I should fit right in." The club was a huge success. There were lots of women dancing, hugging and kissing and Mia felt right at home. They managed to find a table and Jenna went to the bar for drinks. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?" asked Erica. "I think I'm more excited than nervous; it's as though I am starting on this new amazing adventure." "You are and Jenna and I are here to get you started." The three women really had a wonderful time. No one took any notice that the three always danced together. Mia realised that she felt very comfortable in an all-female environment. It was after 1 am when they left; all feeling a little tipsy, but completely exhilarated. "Thank you so much for a marvelous bachelorette evening; I've really had a wonderful time," said Mia hugging the other two. "Mia we are so happy we could be part of this, now be a good girl and get some sleep," said Jenna as they packed Mia off to sleep in their spare room. All three woke the next morning with slight hangovers that needed large amounts of black coffee and aspirin. Feeling a little more human they headed out to the salon for their makeovers and final hair styling. Mia felt so relaxed lying back in the chair that she fell asleep and only woke up when the stylist had finished. "There you are luv; you are going to be a smashing bride." When Mia looked in the mirror she couldn't quite believe what she saw. "Is that really me?" she asked. "Yes Mia it really is and Andie is going to go bonkers when she sees you walking towards her in your dress," said Erica. At the mention of Andie, Mia's eyes started to mist. "Don't you dare ruin that makeup," warned Jenna, "Come on, let's get you home and into your dress." When they got back to the flat Erica suggested that she and Jenna get Mia into her corset, stockings and petticoats first and then they would dress. This way they would have more time to spend applying the finishing touches to Mia's appearance. "You will want to make this part last Mia; the experience of being a bride is something that will stay with you all your life, so sit there in your petticoats and enjoy your time thinking about the wondrous day ahead," said Erica as she and Jenna were dressing. When they were ready Mia thought that they both looked absolutely gorgeous. "Wait till you see yourself," retorted Erica. "Now close your eyes Mia because we want this to be a big surprise." Mia closed her eyes and she could hear the rustle as Jenna brought her dress over. She felt Erica take her hand for balance and then she was told to lift first her left foot and then her right. She was aware of a frothy sensation as the dress was drawn up her legs and then she felt her arms being guided into the sleeves and the dress settling on her shoulders. "Now for the really exciting part," said Erica as she proceeded to slowly draw up the zip until it reached the top. There was a short pause and then Jenna and Erica began to do up the buttons on the panel covering the zip. "All done," said Erica as she did up the last button; "You are all locked in now sweet Mia until Andie decides to release you. Maybe she won't, maybe she will keep you locked into your wedding dress." Mia sighed, "Oh I wish she would; that would be so wonderful." Still with her eyes closed Mia was led over to the full length mirror. "You can open now," said Erica. Mia opened her eyes and for a moment she could not breathe, then she started to cry. Jenna quickly produced a tissue and helped dry Mia's eyes. "Are you okay Mia?" asked Erica anxiously. Mia nodded in between sobs. "Good thing the eye makeup is waterproof," observed Jenna. "I'm so sorry," mumbled Mia when she had recovered, "I was just so overcome when I looked in the mirror. I realised that I truly am a bride and I am going to marry Andie, the love of my life." The three hugged each other for a long time. Erica and Jenna took several pictures with their phones much to Mia's delight and she struck a series of imaginative poses. Suddenly Jenna looked at her watch. "Goodness is that the time; the car will be here in 15 minutes, let's make sure everything is ready?" Erica attached a beautiful emerald necklace around Mia's neck and watched while Mia put on a matching pair of earrings. "I think you are ready," said Jenna. "My God you are a lovely bride." A discrete toot of the horn announced that their car had arrived. Erica walked beside Mia and Jenna held up her train. Mia was delighted to see that the car was a 1960 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, one of her all-time favourites; only Andie could have known that. While the uniformed chauffeur held the back door open Erica helped Mia inside and carefully rearranged her dress. Mia settled back into the comfortable leather upholstery, took hold of Erica's hand and closed her eyes as the car began its smooth journey off to a different world. Mia was lost in a world of her own until a gentle nudge from Erica told her that they had arrived. Mia looked out of the window at the house where she and Andie lived, well Mitch and Andie she thought to herself. As the car came to a stop Mia saw her mother and her sister Krista, waiting for her. She felt a sharp pang of anxiety because neither had seen her as Mia. When she told them of her decision a few weeks ago they were surprised but very supportive. Mia need not have worried. "My, what a beautiful new daughter I have," gushed her mother as she embraced Mia. "Gosh sis you look amazing," said Krista. "I'm just thrilled to have a sister." Silently Erica passed a small package to Mia's Mother who took it with a smile and a nod. Krista disappeared for a moment and then returned. "They are all ready," she said. "Come on sis let's get you married." She took her place on one side of Mia with her mother on the other side. Erica went in front and Jenna behind holding up Mia's train. The haunting sound of Pachelbel's Canon came from further in the garden and the bridal procession started off. They passed under a trellised arch resplendent in summer roses and into the expanse of the garden. Chairs were arranged on either side of the path that led to an altar. Standing at the altar was a middle ages woman and facing her, with her back to Mia was Andie. She was dressed in a cream trouser suit and her beautiful hair hung down her back in the loose style that Mia loved. Mike and Ian, a couple of gay friends were the only men present and Mia passed through a throng of pretty dresses either side of the path. As Mia neared the altar Andie turned her head and gave a visible start. Of course she was used to seeing Mia in full dress but this was something else. Mia looked simply radiant and happier than Andie had ever seen her. As Mia reached her side Andie extended her arm and took hold of Mia's hand. They both faced the registrar as the music wound down. The registrar made some welcoming remarks and spoke a little about the wonder of marriage. She then began the marriage vows, which Mia had written but Andie had not seen. "Andrea do you take Mia as your wife, to love, cherish and share your life and soul?" "I do," said Andie firmly. "And do you Mia take Andrea as your life partner, to love, cherish and hold dear as long as you live?" "I do," cried Mia, her voice rising. Then Mia slid a gold ring onto Andie's hand and watched breathlessly as Andie returned the favour. Mia's ring was a pale gold with a band a diamonds that sparkled in the sunlight. She bent forward and kissed it. "By the authority granted to me by this great city I declare you wed. Andrea you may kiss your bride." Andie took a long time to do this accompanied by the cheers and applause of the audience all of whom were dabbing their eyes. As Andie and Mia walked back through the guests to the terrace to sign the marriage papers Andie whispered to Mia, "My God you are absolutely gorgeous, you were born to be a bride." "You know, I think I was," answered Mia. The photos were taken, the speeches made, toasts drank food enjoyed and now it was time for dancing. Andie led Mia out onto the lawn, the DJ started with Ella Fitzgerald singing Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered and Andie took Mia into her arms and Mia looked up with love into Andie's eyes, as she began to move her around in a slow sensuous dance. Mia placed her head on Andie's shoulder and whispered, "I love you Andie, I love you so very much." Andie felt so choked with emotion that she could not speak, only squeeze her new wife fiercely. Gradually the wedding began to wind down and the guests drift away. Erica and Jenna were the last to leave and then Andie and Mia were on their own. Andie did not speak; she just took Mia by the hand and led her up to the bedroom. "Are you going to take my dress off or leave it on?" asked Mia with a smile? "My darling I simply can't wait, I must have you now," replied Andie and she gently forced Mia back on to the bed and climbed on top of her. Their lovemaking was long, slow and very tender. When it ended Andie was just able to remove Mia's dress before they were both overcome with fatigue and collapsed into bed. They slept a long time and when they finally awoke they found that they were still holding each other. After they showered together Andie threw on some clothes and went down to make breakfast. "I'll be down in a few minutes," said Mia as Andie left the bedroom. Andie was about to start scrambling some eggs when Mia walked in to the kitchen. "Help fasten me in darling," said Mia. Andie gasped in surprise because Mia was wearing her wedding dress. "I want to stay a bride another day," said Mia as Andie began to zip up the dress and then button it closed. "Oh that feels so good," sighed Mia as the last button was done. Mia insisted on wearing the dress all day much to Andie's delight. She would slink around the house and garden relishing the feel of the garment and her petticoats run over her body. When it was time for bed Mia gave a little pout as Andie finally helped her out of the dress. "Maybe we could re-marry every year and I can wear it over and over." "What a marvelous idea," agreed Andie and kissed her wife. In the morning when Andie awoke there was no sign of Mia or Mitch. Instead there was a note on the bathroom counter. "You have a client in the office at 11 am, best not be late- M" "Shit," thought Andie, "I'd better get going." She jumped into the shower and then dressed in decent work clothes of blouse, nice pants and a jacket, did her makeup and just had time for a quick breakfast. When she walked into the office she was surprised to see Mia in the outer office at her desk chatting to a young woman that Andie had never seen before. She was even more surprised to see Mia dressed in a smart black pencil skirt and white silk blouse. "Ah here is Ms. Carson now. Ms. Carson, this is Sherry Dalton; Ms. Dalton is getting married in the near future and would like your help. Can I get you ladies tea or coffee?" asked Mia. Just as Andie was ushering Sherry into her office the phone rang and she heard Mia answering; "Andrea Carson's Bridal Planning, this is Mia speaking, how can I help you?" There was a pause while the person on the other end was talking and then Mia went on, "Ms. Carson is with a client at present; I am her PA, may I help you?" Further conversation was lost when Andie closed the door and began to talk to her new client. 10 minutes later there was a tap at the door and Mia appeared with two cups of coffee. "Just to remind you Ms. Carson that you have a 12.30 lunch appointment at Metrinnis with a representative from Murchison's Catering and then another client here at 2.30," and with that Mia withdrew. After an hour Andie and Sherry came out of the office to where Mia was working on her computer. "Mia could you please make Ms. Dalton an appointment for next week. I have to dash for my lunch appointment," said Andie grabbing her jacket. "Certainly Ms. Carson, enjoy your lunch," said Mia. Andie returned just before 2.30 and again found Mia in the company of a young woman. "Ms. Carson, this is Gabby Fisher, who has come for a consultation about getting a wedding planner." Andie showed the young woman into her office and they began to discuss Gabby's needs. After about 10 minutes Mia brought tea and biscuits on a tray. As she was leaving she said, "Ms. Carson you have a telephone conference with some stationers at 4 pm. I need to leave at 3pm; will you need anything before I go?" "No thank you Mia that will be all." When Andie got home at 5.30 she found Mia in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Andie darling you look tired, go into the lounge and I'll bring you a glass of wine." As she was delivering it to Andie, who was stretched out on the couch, she said, "Dinner will be ready in about half an hour, but I'll call you when it's ready. I'm just going upstairs to change; see you soon." Just over half an hour later Andie was called into dinner. Andie's eyes widened because Mia was wearing a pretty dress, stockings and heels. The food was delicious; poached salmon, rice and vegetables. Mia kept up a constant stream of conversation, asking about Andie's day and how she had got on with the clients. When they finished Mia said, "There's rhubarb crumble for afters, but let's have it in the lounge and then we can have a glass of port." They went through to the lounge and sat together on the couch. Mia snuggled up to Andie after they had finished eating. "I hope that my outfit today was appropriate for the office Andie." "Mia it was perfect," replied Andie. "Oh good, because I think it is important for a PA to look the part. I was planning to wear smart skirts with a blouse and sometimes a dress. Skirts would either be pencil type or pleated, because they seem extra feminine. For the pencil skirts I would of course wear an open bottom or full girdle to give a nice flat front. Is that okay?" Andie smiled and said, "I think that is very suitable my dear." "On the topic of clothes," began Mia, "Ever since we got married I have the feeling that I want to be an old fashioned wife and wear something nice for our dinners. I don't mind what you wear, but I should like to wear a nice dress when we eat in the evenings. Also, I know that they are no longer fashionable with women, but I prefer wearing either a full or half slip or a petticoat; if it was I fuller skirt it would be a petticoat; what do you think?" Andie laughed and said, "Oh Mia you are too much; when is this fantasy of yours going to end?" Mia looked surprised for a moment, she gave a little gasp and her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh darling, I'm so sorry, I've been so busy thinking of the wedding and setting up your office that I completely forgot that it was my turn to organise the fantasy." Andie looked stunned. "But isn't this whole thing your fantasy?" "Oh no darling this is reality," said Mia with a smile. "The wedding was real?" "Oh yes, completely real; I am now officially Mrs. Mia Carson." "But that's not possible," cried Andie, "even if you changed your name legally I am still married to Mitch. You can't marry two different people." "Actually you are not still married to Mitch; you signed divorce papers around the time of the sale of the company. I just slipped them in with all the other papers you needed to sign. As the divorce was uncontested it went through really quickly, so you were legally able to marry Mia Struthers, now of course Mrs. Carson. I do so love being Mrs. Carson." "But, but, why Mitch, I mean Mia, why have you done this?" asked Andie in an incredulous voice. Mia reached forward and took hold of Andie's hands. "It's a long overdue payback my darling." "I don't understand," said Andie weakly. "Andie you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met; you could have had any guy you wished and yet you chose me, a rather geeky individual, who was always socially awkward. Perhaps you cannot conceive what this did for me, how it helped me towards a better self-image. As Mitch I always struggled socially; as Mia I feel that I sparkle. You are a very talented person who could have succeeded in any field you chose and your choice was wedding planning, because that was what you always wanted to do. But you put all that aside to make my business work; I could not have done it without you. Thanks to you we have been successful beyond our wildest imaginings. I know I worked really hard, long hours, day after day, but whenever I got home you were there to greet me; a kiss when I walked in the door and food ready to eat. You sacrificed your career and your sport for me; that's why it's payback time." By now rears were streaming down Andie's cheeks. "But you didn't have to go this far Mia. I did all those things because I wanted to, it was my pleasure." "And this is my pleasure Andie. I love the thought of being your wife. I found leading the company to be a great strain because I'm not a natural leader, but you are. This way I will be working for a great boss without all the pressure and I would love being your PA and being able to dress like one. Your business can be as large or small as you want, but I intend to be by your side whatever you choose. And I'll tell you something else you may not realise. When we started playing dress up I realised how much I liked wearing skirts. I would look at some of the women, including you, being able to wear a skirt or dress to the office and I wanted it to be me. After Erica and Jenna's wedding when I was a bridesmaid that feeling became even stronger and I decided that when the right opportunity came this is what I wanted to do, so I've been planning it ever since. I was just waiting for the right time. That feeling was only strengthened when I spent time with Erica and Jenna before our most recent wedding. I was amazed how comfortable I felt being a woman with them. The night before they took me on a bachelorette evening to dinner and then to an all-girls night club and I felt really at home there. I realised that I too wanted to be a lesbian, well a sort of lesbian." "But how did you know that I would want this? I do by the way," asked Andie as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue? Mia smiled and said, "Well I must confess that I had some accomplices. Erica and Jenna told me that sometime after their wedding the three of you were having a drink and you had rather too much. Anyway, they told me that you had let slip that you wished I could be in skirts all the time; well now I am." "Won't you miss being Mitch?" asked Andie anxiously. Mia shrugged. "Not really," she said, "I think Mia has more fun. Anyway Mitch could always come back for a visit from time to time if you or I really wanted him." "I just feel that I've forced you into this and I don't want you to live this way just for me," persisted Andie. "Andie I see a way to resolve this stalemate. You will write on a piece of paper, who you would really, really prefer to live with, Mia or Mitch. I will do the same. When I say, now, we both turn over the page. The only way that Mia stays is if both papers have her name; okay?" "Okay," said Andie. Mia tore a piece of paper in two and handed one sheet to Andie. They both took pens and Mia went into the kitchen and wrote a name. When she returned they both placed the papers on the dining table face down. "You go first," said Mia. Slowly Andie turned over the page and revealed the name Mia. Mia took a deep breath and flipped over the page. Andie let out a gasp as written there at least 40 times in capitals was the name MIA. Andie rushed at her new wife and enveloped her in a huge hug. She was crying and within seconds Mia was as well. "Oh God," sniffed Mia, "I am so glad you chose me." "Oh my darling, darling wife so am I," sighed Andie. When they broke their embrace Mia looked at her wife and said, "You know I might not want to be Mia all the time." Andie looked surprised. "You want to be Mitch sometime?" "Oh no, not Mitch," replied Mia with a saucy grin. "But occasionally I'd love you to turn me into a pretty princess with one of your spells." 8 Months Later Andie bent over Mia and placed her hands on Mia's chest. "Relax my darling, you are getting very sleepy. You are now under my spell and I am going to change you into a beautiful princess. First I am going to give you a beautiful pair of breasts that any princess would be proud of. Feel my hands and feel your breasts start to get warm. You are falling asleep and when you wake up you will have beautiful breasts." Andie heard a discrete cough behind her and she turned to see a woman in green scrubs. "I'm sorry Ms. Carson you will have to leave now; I am just going to start your wife's anaesthetic. You will be able to see her in the recovery room in less than two hours. Don't worry, the procedure is quite straightforward and you will both soon be enjoying her new breasts." Andie leaned forward and kissed Mia gently and whispered, "Sleep well my little princess, sleep well." She got up and walked out of the clinic with a beaming smile on her face. "I do believe my magic spells are about to get a whole lot better," she thought, "I wonder what else I could change."