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 buttplug 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 standing 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 face 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 impressed 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 weak “I do.” My god, what about the kiss? Am 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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anonymous author
