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When Beverly found out and........
(After an idea originally suggested in a story by Susan Petty)
Up to recently i was fairly shure my name was Marco but if you could
see me now you would never believe it, especially if you saw the way i
am dressed now. I'm fully made up as a blushing young bride with my
hair done up in a very glamorous updo and i'm wearing an exquisite
designer bridal gown and veil with clouds of petticoats and full bridal
lingerie and i'm waiting for my devious stepmother to get ready and
take me to the very exclusive Girlyboy club theme night which tonight
is Brides and Grooms. These nights are held at high class hotels and
are run by the Girlyboy club for their members to take part in. The
cost is quite high but my 'delightfull' stepmother just loves to put me
through these nights as she totally adores seeing me like this.
So how did all this come about? It's not that long a story but I should
tell it so other silly boys don't unwittingly fall into the
irresistably intoxicating mindtrap I seem to be in myself......
It all started when Beverly, my extremely glamourous stepmother
unexpectedly returned home one evening and walked in on me,all made up
and dressed to the nines in her prettiest clothes and heels, getting
ready to go out. I had planned nothing more than a walk to this small
neighbourhood shop to buy a packet of cigarettes from the old man who
ran the place and who previously had obviously been completely deceived
by my little masquerade and had almost been drooling over the
mysterious sophisticated miss visiting his humble little shop. That in
itself had been so exciting that i had decided to repeat that little
scenario to see how far i could take my little deception........
As I stood in front of her my formidable guardian just stared at me
with a slightly menacing amazed look on her face but then i also saw a
mischievous little grin start to appear on her face. "Please
stepmother, I can explain," i stuttered. Of course i couldn't but it's
what you say when you are panicking and so stressed that you are
actually shaking. "Don't say a word, just sit on the bed and wait for
me to come back and don't touch or remove anything until i return." She
then went into the bathroom and I could hear her talking to someone on
the phone but couldn't make out what was being said. I then heard her
rummaging in the medicine cabinet and a tap being run. When she
returned stepmother told me to take the tablets she handed to me and to
drink the water. "Right, now just let those tablets calm you down and
then you can tell me what you're doing in my finest skirt and silk
blouse and my sexiest highheeled shoes. It also looks like you're
wearing my prettiest slip as i can see that lavender lace peeping
through the slit of my skirt. And are those stockings or hose you have
on your legs?" Stockings I timidly admitted. "And what's holding them
up, honey?" "A...... garter belt," I mumbled. "Show me," she said.
I lifted the hem of my skirt and slip to reveal the lavish 6 suspender
belt holding up the gleaming nylons. "Well you have certainly done you
homework, Marcia honey." "Marcia?" i mumbled. "Well you're hardly a boy
now, are you. I can't keep calling you Marco now you are becoming such
a pretty little lady? You are much too convincing for me to not take
your efforts serious.... You even have on the lavender camisole I can
see the lace and bows through your pretty blouse, I suppose you have
the matching bra on under there somewhere, don't you." I nodded my head
"and why is my new black swing coat on the bed? Going out were you?"
"No mother I wouldn't dare," i mumbled unconvincingly. "Why not? No one
could mistake you for anything other than a very pretty young miss and
a sexy one at that." At that i already could feel my excitable little
cockette stirring in the delicious silk panties. Lets look in the
handbag shall we? She rummaged through the contents and asked why i had
an extra pair of panties and a lipstick in there. Was that in case you
got kissed by the gentleman admirer you were meeting and the panties
for when his avances would make you have an accident in the ones you
were wearing? Strangely the more she said the more aroused I was
becoming. Please stepmother, don't keep talking like that. I knew it,
your 'are' getting turned on at the thought of some man kissing you and
feeling you up, aren't you? She sniggered slightly but then she cupped
my fairly non-existent breast in her hand and started to squeeze and
fondle my nipple. I involuntarily almost purred at her machinations and
begged her to stop (as i was about to cum in my pretty panties).When at
first i had feared she would throw me out or/and disown me after
catching me in her clothes, it now looked as if my formidable
stepmother had very different, probably equally ominous plans.
"And no, i'm not going to punish you if that's what you were thinking.
Quite the contrary actually....." (she paused for a moment) You see, we
haven't really got on to well as I always wanted a daughter, someone
who I could have in the shop with me (she ran a small chain of very
exclusive fashion boutiques in town) and who I could dress up in pretty
dresses and lingerie and who i could take to the beauty parlour with
me. But now i'm starting to think that I can kinda have a very pretty
pretend daughter to pamper. Just think, you will never ever have to be
an ugly filthy boy again or wear those nasty rough boy's clothes. You
will be dressed for most of the time in exquisite tight pencil skirts,
sexy satin blouses and pretty party dresses with lots of full fluffy
frilly petticoats. Wouldn't you like that? No...., i lied. You are
obviously in denial, sweetheart. Just look at how stiff your little
peeny has gone at my little suggestions." With that she pushed me back
onto the bed and my cockette was clearly trying to escape from my
pretty panties. I couldn't believe what she did next as she actually
put her hand on my stiff weeny in its silky satin layers of lingerie
and gently started to stroke it.
"You desperately want to become my glamorous daughter don't you my
darling Marcia," she whispered ameniable as she once again gently
stroked my silky cockette.
"Also honey, i have just made a telephone call and signed us up to this
very exclusive Girlyboy club. Its cost me over ?5000, just to join and
on top of that we have to pay to attend their 'special events'." "What
do you mean?" I asked.
"Well Marcia darling, they have theme nights, for example there's a
delightfull Brides and Groom weekend at a very exclusive country hotel.
There will be 5 couples consisting of 5 boy brides and then there will
be 5 gentlemen who love girly boys like you and payed a small fortune
for the privilege who will be the grooms. All 5 couples are dressed in
the most gorgeous wedding dresses and weddingsuits and they go through
a complete wedding ceremony and then there's a reception and there is
dancing. Of course at the peak of the night, the eager pretend grooms
will take their beautiful brides up to their honeymoonsuite where the
randy husbands will passionately make love to them. Other themes
include girly birthday parties where you girly boys wear these ultra-
feminine little girl party dresses with masses of fluffy petticoats,
ribbons, bows and pretty lacey panties, all in the finest silks and
satins. And the men will come dressed as pervy uncles or granddads and
they will watch you play party games like pass the parcel where the
parcel contains the most exquisite sexy lingerie and when the music
stops you rip the paper off and model the lingerie you unwrap for your
masculine older admirers. There's musical chairs which ends in you
girlies sitting on your uncles laps being naughty and you'll play all
kinds of lovely little games i know you are going to love. I can't wait
to take you, darling. I think the wedding weekend is coming up first."
From that day onward my formidable stepmother proceeded by keeping the
promises she had made and within days all my boys clothes had been
replaced by the most stylish designer dresses, skirts, blouses,
highheeled shoes and lingerie any fashionable young miss could possibly
wish for. I was instructed on everything a 'young lady' needed to know
and how to move, walk, talk and behave in great detail. She actually
made me practice certain gestures like coqettishly adjusting a strand
of hair or coyly fluttering my eyelashes in front of the mirror untill
i did it just right. And then there were small things like doing all
the normal daily things with fairly modest two centimeter salon nails,
which is not as easy as it looks. Even my room had been stripped of all
paraphernalia that could even remotely remind me of ever having been a
boy and it now had a vanity and my bed now had satin sheets, fluffy
pillows and a frilly pink comforter. In fact i was being submersed in
this ultra-feminine lifestyle i had allowed my obviously depraved
stepmother to seduce me into so completely that even after a mere week
or two my old life was already starting to feel like a distant memory.
So as the limo carrying me and and stepmother, who was as usual dressed
to absolute perfection herself, drove up to the red carpet of the
Regency Hotel i was appropriately shaking with both apprehension and
genuine anxiety over the coming procedures. My beautifull attire, the
exorbitant bridal gown, the exquisite bridal lingerie and the stunning
hairdo really got the transvestite in me into an extremely heightened
state of excitement but i was at the same time still more than a bit
scared about the consequenses of me being placed in the position of
playing the blushing bride for this mature gentleman who obviously
desired me as such. Both of us had been given a short profile and
picture of the other and i had of course been instructed extensively by
mommy about the coming happenings and ceremony and exactly how to
think, act and behave. The gentleman who was to be my 'fiancee' had
been handpicked by my stepmother from a number of gentlemen that had
anxiously volunteered to be my 'groom' for the occasion.
After we had entered the impressive lobby of the hotel that was
exclusively reserved for 'the club', the first thing on the program for
the evening was 'the interview with the bride' where the young 'ladies'
were to be interviewed 'on camera' for the official wedding video. Of
course no cost or effort was spared. There was a complete talkshow
decor with a couch for the bride and her chaperone(in my case:
stepmother). And the of course apropriately glamorous dressed lady who
was doing the interviews was actually the host of a popular celebrity
show on a local television channel. The whole thing was of course
carefully scripted and stepmother had really put me through my paces on
what to say and how to act during the interview. Of course part of the
interview would be about the dress, our hair and appearance but the
most important and slightly disturbing part would be us expressing our
feelings towards our impending wedding and our grooms in particular. Of
course this part was exactly up my devious manipulative stepmother's
street as she had already shown when she first caught me now almost six
weeks ago and had unexpectedly taken a real delight in making me
confess to all kinds of embarrassing feelings and desires. So over the
past few weeks my stepmother Beverly had been teasing me mercilessly
with my impending wedding and how much in love i must be with my
wonderful fiancee.
At bedtime she had even expertly assisted me in masturbating whilst
making me express my being desperately in love with this older
gentleman whom i had never really seen in the flesh. I had been shown a
short piece of video of him introducing himself and his framed picture
was now near my bedsite to 'get me in the right mood' and i was also
provided with a large realistic looking dildo so i would get
comfortable with accomodating 'my man' sexually. In the end she had me
loudly moaning how much i wanted to be with him whilst i was impaling
my slender silk envelloped body on this substitute penis.
Finally the game culminated into the moment when my gown had arrived
and she had me completely dressed up as a beautiful bride with the veil
all the accessories and perfectly made up for my final 'rehearsal'.
And then, whilst leading me towards the full length mirror that forced
me to me take in the unescapable reality of this, my ultimate
transformation, she continued in her sweetest insicere voice: "It's
what 'every' girl dreams of, right Marcia darling? And that's what you
have secretly dreamt about too, haven't you, princess? To wear your
beautiful wedding gown and to feel totally and utterly feminine and
sexy for your man? "Just think about it, you standing next to your
handsome mature fianc?e, reciting your vows to love, honor and obey
him? And all club members will be there to witness it. It will be the
event of the season, you, the gorgeous but apropriately timid bride
standing before him looking absolutely ravishing in your exquisitely
beautiful satin gown. At that point you'll probably be totally overcome
by exitement and feelings of love and affection but at the same time
you'll still be a bit fearful of what it will feel like to have your
man take you in his arms, hold you close and passionately kiss you.
Meanwhile, he has of course fallen completely in lust after standing
next to the perfect vision of virginal beauty that you project. To your
man, you are of course the most beautiful young miss he ever set his
eyes on and all he wants to do now is to take you and claim you as
'his' lady. You will love it. Being desired and feeling desireable is
ultimately what it's all about, princess."
She had also arranged a session of hypno therapy with a friend of her
who usually did sessions like these for people who were up for exams of
some sort. Not anything as far reaching as changing my psyche but she
ashured me it would boost my confidence in my role as the perfect
blushing bride.
After all this it should not be a total surprise that if one watches
the wedding video and the forementioned interview, i was completely
convincing when after the initiating congratulations and the chitchat
around how gorgeous i looked in the dress, i the beautiful bride
passionately declared being totally and desparately in love with my
wonderfull fiancee and that i almost couldn't wait for him to take my
virginity. By then i think i almost meant it too and on top of being
totally turned on sexually there were even some real tears of joy in my
eyes when i spoke the words. There is something in expressing certain
things in words that changes reality. It's not quite that it magically
becomes true but speaking the words out loud in a way makes the
possibility more of a reality in ones mind. I can't put my finger on it
exactly but it definitely changes things.
Looking back at the video was both crazy and wonderfull, seeing myself
looking up at this aristocratic looking older gentleman as if he was
some sort of adonis during the ceremony that was led by an actor
dressed as a priest still sends shivers down my spine. Then completely
melting into him when he was allowed to kiss his wanton bride... Even
now as i'm looking back, it still makes me cream my panties. Later,
after the all the congratulations and the traditional sexy bride and
groom dance where i already noticed my man being throbbing hard against
my almost shaking body, the rest of the night was filled with romantic
kisses and making out whilst the beautifull little bride had wantonly
settled her silk encased tush on her large masculine husband's lap.
What happened later when i had tossed the bridal bouquet and my man
took me up to our suite and actually carried me over the treshold was
of course not in the video but i promiss you it was wonderfull. He was
a complete gentleman and even though my lover is quite a large man he
was very gentle with me. He made me feel like his beautifull bride
completely and i loved every minute of it....and when i close my eyes i
can still feel him inside me now... Stepmother was of course totally
ecstatic about the final result of her machinations and i am already
looking forward to the next delicious club-event where i will do my
utmost to be the sexiest ultra feminine girly girl in the world for my
lovely old pervy uncle. I think i'm in love......
Becky
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