Archive-name: Changes/bride.txt

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Archive-title: Here Comes the "Bride"





     I am a cross-dresser who has for years enjoyed looking

and acting like a woman. Lulu, my wife, started to enjoy this

side of me once she discovered how easily she could dominate

me. She likes to expose my transvestism to unsuspecting

souls.



     At first it was something simple like holding panties up

to my waist while shopping for lingerie. But it has

progressed to her telling me to buy specific items like a

pink bra, a red garter belt or a black teddy. She also

insists that I tell the sails clerk that the items are for

me. i will be severely punished if I don't comply, so when we

go into the lingerie department and asked what we're looking

for, I will answer, "A pink bra. I wear a 36A." It never

fails to raise eyebrows. I love the embarrassment of it all.



     My wife loves to embarrass me outdoors too. We will go

to a public tennis court with me dressed in a white shirt and

shorts with bright pink panties and a bra that will clearly

show through underneath. It never fails to provoke stares.  I

have also gone to the tennis courts wearing a tennis dress

with full makeup and a blonde wig. I'm quite convincing when

dressed as a girl, so this doesn't bother my game. But what

does bother it is the fact that I'm also wearing tight nipple clamps and have a but plug in place.



     Lulu thinks I should experience womanly feelings and

adventures as much as possible. So in bed I must be ready to

accept her strap-on dildo and open my mouth so she can feed

me my semen when I come. I also make regular visits to a

beauty saloon for wig styling and facials.



     A real surprise came a few weeks ago. Our tenth

anniversary was fast approaching, and we had talked about

exchanging vows again. We had arranged to hire a minister in

a small chapel and have another couple, our best friends,

stand up for us.  This would be on a Wednesday night, and we

would take off the rest of the week for a second honeymoon. I

should have known nothing is as expected when Lulu is

involved.



     She called me at work and told me to meet her at a

bridal shop later on so we could get fitted. I thought she

meant that I would be renting a tux. But when I arrived at

the shop she was inside talking to the owner. they gave me a

strange smile when I walked in. The owner looked at me and

said, "Yes, I have something will fit him perfectly."



     She disappeared into the back and before I could ask

Lulu what was going on, the owner reappeared carrying a long

white wedding gown. She instructed me to follow her to the

changing room. My wife followed us carrying a bag which, I

soon discovered, contained my wig, makeup, underwear and

padding.  I was informed that this time, I was to be the

bride! "It's something every woman wants to experience," said

Lulu.



     Soon I was standinf in front of a full-length mirror

looking at the blushing bride: me. Then I remembered the

wedding plans. "What about the minister?" I asked. "He will

never agree to this. And what about Mel and Carla?"



     "The minister is fresh out of the seminary and welcomes

any practice he can get," my wife said. "mel is going to be

the best man, and Carla is going to be your attendant.



     I couldn't believe she had told our friends about my

crossdressing. How could I ever Mel again?



     The night of the wedding, Lulu came in to see how I was

doing getting dressed. I was surprised to see Carla and her

wearing matching dresses.



     "Gee, I thought you'd be wearing a tux," I said, "not

dressed like the maid of honor."



     "Oh, no," Lulu laughed. "I said Carla was your attendant

I'm your maid of honor."



     "But you are the groom!" I exclaimed.



     "I can't very well marry another woman. Remember you're

the crossdresser in this family, not me."



     "Then who's the groom?" I was getting worried now.



     "Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day,"

Lulu said turning to leave. "See you down front. Don't forget

to say your `I do's" nice and loud."



     Carla walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and

said, "You are a very beautiful bride." Then, barely holding

back the laughter, she added, "I'm sure you'll make him very

happy. Enjoy your honeymoon."



     What did she mean by that? I wasn't nervous now. i was

just plain scared. What had Lulu cooked up this time? Just

then I heard the music begin, my cue to start down the isle.

When I looked down front, there stood Carla and Lulu, smiling

at me.  On the other side stood Mel, his mouth was wide open.

I was hoping that meant he was Impresses with how I looked. I

nearly fainted when I saw the man next to Mel. He was about

six feet tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to

me. Where had Lulu gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I

was?



     As I got to the front, I looked at my wife, handing her

my flowers. She whispered, "I love you." Then I turned as the

minister began talking. He was so young. He looked as if he

was fresh out of high school. He instructed us to face each

other and repeat the vows. I looked at this guy standing next

to me. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My

knees almost gave way. He was holding my hands and saying, "I

do."



     "Lulu," I thought, "when are you going to call this

off?" I heard myself say a week "I do." My god, what about

the kiss?  m I supposed to kiss this guy? I've never kissed a

guy in my life. Just then he lifted my veil. I felt my head

tilt up and my eyes close. I felt something warm on my lips,

softly at first then with steadily increasing pressure.



     His arms were around me, pulling me tight against him.

He was so strong. My hand was on his back and I was pulling

him closer. I was really kissing him, and what a kiss! Then

the music started, and everyone was talking at once. Lulu was

hugging me, telling me how proud she was of me, asking how I

felt. Before I could answer, Carla gave me a kiss, saying

what a beautiful wedding it was.



     Then Mel came over, saying he wanted to kiss the bride,

and gave me a big kiss on the lips, and said, "Hey, a girl

only gets married like this once." he seemed so accepting of

me.



     Lulu was saying, " Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the

cake and open the presents."



     My "groom," who I learned was named Ron, took my hand

and led me up the isle. On the way he said, "You're very

beautiful.  I'm glad I got to be a part of this." Then he

stopped and kissed me again. I was surprised that I was not

repulsed by this and in fact enjoyed kissing him back.



     I heard Lulu call out, "Come on, you two, save it for

the honeymoon."



     "Very funny, Lulu," I thought. "Don't make jokes like

that in front of everyone." Just then Ron gave my hand

another squeeze, and I blushed.



     We all laughed as we went through the typical cake-

cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts. Mel and

Carla gave us a bottle of champagne. Ron said, "She may need

that." Then Lulu gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an

envelope and a beautiful long flowing nightgown which I was

told to hold up. Then I opened up the envelope and read out-

loud the note inside.



     "Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes

about her honeymoon. To complete your trip into womanhood, I

am giving you a honeymoon. You and Ron are registered at a

hotel for the next four days. Your clothes and everything you

need are already there. Have a good time. And don't worry,

all girls are nervous on there wedding night."



     I looked to see Mel and Carla smiling and Lulu wearing a

big grin. Then I looked at Ron who was also smiling. He then

showed me what was in his box: a large tube of KY lubricating

jelly!"



     Lulu whispered in my ear, " I want to hear all about it

when you get home."



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