From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Here Comes the Bride 1/1 TG, humil
Date: 30 Dec 1994 13:46:30 -0500

                    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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