~Subject: TG: The Pinch Hit Bride

   ~From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)

   ~(A Fantasy Of The Delights Of Transvestism)

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   The Pinch Hit Bride

   (A Fantasy Of The Delights Of Transvestism)

   by Miss Karen-Anne Brown

   Hi.  My name is Tommy, Tommy Girard.  I am fifteen years old, and it is
mid way through a Friday morning.  At this moment, I am sitting in my
sister Janet's room.  And, I am torn with guilt, with fear, with a sense of
perhaps betraying a loyalty, and, mostly, a sense that I have to do this
thing that has been asked of me to do, for my sister.

   Let me explain, okay?  I don't want you to think I am weird or anything
like that, okay?

   To start with, my sister Janet is getting married tomorrow to Keith
Peters.  That is not the problem.  I think they should get married,
because, I know that my sister really loves Keith.  At

   least, she is supposed to get married to Keith.  That is the problem.

   Now, this wedding is no small deal, right?

   Keith's father is one of the wealthiest men in our county.  Keith has
become, just three years ago, the territory's light weight high school
wrestling champion.  He is the darling of everyone's eye, so to speak.  He
is also one of the most very popular young men in the area.

   He and my sister, Janet is nineteen by the way and Keith just turned
twenty years old...  Well, they have been sweethearts since Janet entered
grade nine at high school.  They are the only couple I know who have never
broken up during the high school years.  Everyone who knows them thinks
that this is a marriage made in heaven.

   Well, so why am I sitting in my sister's bedroom, so torqued up that I
can not even think straight anymore?  Now let me describe the problem.

   Janet is away, in Mexico, for her senior's class trip.  They were
supposed to be back yesterday.  The problem is, the Mexican police found
that one of the kids in the class, had bought a fairly large supply of dope
when he was down there.  They are holding the entire class, and will not
let them go till they are finished with their investigations.  We have
absolutely no idea of when that might be.

   Mr.  Peter's has tried everything that he can possibly do to pull some
strings, but, because it is a different country, they will not listen to
him.  None of the students can leave Mexico right now.  The worse part is
that the State Department told us that it may be two weeks before they can
leave.

   Our only fortunate thing is that the marriage is not happening in our
own home town.  That is part of the reason why they came up with this crazy
idea in the first place, I guess.  No one would know about it, if someone
did not say anything.

   Now, I am only fifteen, right?  My sister is nineteen.  But, we look
very much alike.  We are about the same sizes even.  I have always resented
the fact that my shoulders did not fill out like

   they should for a boy my age.  Nor did my voice deepen.  I used to hate
it so much when people would come up behind me and grab my bum or
something, because they thought I was Janet.  It was a constant source of
embarrassment, when I would answer the phone, and hear the all too
familiar, "Hi Jan...  "

   In fact, the only times that I ever found that there was any kind of
advantage to it, was whenever Janet would dress me up in her clothes, to
play games, when we were little.  We did that a lot, but, no one else ever
knew about it, as far as I knew.  She used to like having a live doll to
play with.  She told me I was so cute and so dainty that she thought it was
a real shame that I was not born a real girl.  She alone knew how much I
loved it when she would let me be her baby sister.

   But, now...  now, because of the cost that Mr.  Peter's has gone to, and
because of the timing, and because it is the Peter's boy that is getting
married, and there are guests from all over the

   place, the wedding has to take place.

   Keith, and my mother came to me early this morning to explain the
situation to me.  Keith was so distraught that he was about to tear his
hair out.  It is not a big wedding by any stretch of the

   imagination, but, it is one that is kind of a show piece to all the
friends and relatives of the Peter's and business acquaintances.

   That was when I first heard about the delay that Janet was experiencing.
My mom brought Keith into my room early this morning.  Then she left us
alone.

   "Hey Tommy, sleepy head, how's it goin', eh?"

   "Good, I guess.  Why are you here, Keith?"

   "Well, Tommy, I got to ask you for a real, real big favor.  I mean, it
is a real big favor.  There's something in it for you, though.  My dad says
that if you will go along with it, he will give you $5,000.00."

   "So, what's the big deal?"

   "Well, you know that Jan and I are getting married tomorrow, eh?  Well,
one of the kids in her class got caught smuggling dope, and, so the Mexican
police are holding the entire class.  They won't let anyone go.  Now,
here's the scoop.

   "MY dad has put a lot of bread up for this gig, a whole lot.  He says
that if we don't get married tomorrow, that it is going to be a while
before he can get enough loose money together and do this thing again.  He
says the his family honor has got to be met.  He says his business cannot
afford a public humiliation, like the bride of his son not showing up for
her wedding.

   "So, you see, Tommy, we got a lot of pressure on us, to have this
wedding tomorrow.  The problem is, as you know, Janet ain't here, and, she
won't be here either.  We got to have a sort of a part time, you know, sort
of a...  sort of a...  a pinch hit bride.

   "That's why I came to see you.  You look a lot like Janet.  With the
right make-up, and with a nice hairdo, no one would think that you are not
your sister.  So, I am here to ask you if you would pretend to be your
sister for the wedding, to help our family, and your family too, to save
face.  Will you do it, Tommy?"

   "You want me to wear my sister's wedding dress, and get married to you
for her?  Man, are you out of your mind?  We'd never get away with that."

   "Look, if it's any consolation to you, Janet has already told me how
much you loved pretending to be her sister when you were smaller.  It would
be a sort of a chance, I guess, in some way, for

   you to sort of live out the ultimate fantasy that guys like you have...
actually getting married, in a wedding dress and all, you know?"

   "Now, I never told anyone else what she told me about you, so no one
else knows, eh?  It's just you and me that know about this.  My dad said
he'd give me $5,000 to find an answer to this problem, and, I'd give the
whole thing to you, Tommy.  Hell, when the old man dies, I'm going to be
rolling in it, eh, so what's 5 grand, eh?  So, man, will you do it?"

   "What about my parents?"

   "Your mom is swell, you know?  She says that she'll do everything she
can to make sure that her daughter gets her life off to a good start, and,
that means helping you to masquerade as your sister.  She was really great
when I explained the idea to her.  Your dad ain't quite so hot on the idea
of his son being a bride and all, but, he's willing to go along with it,
only because it is such an important thing."

   "What about after, Keith?"

   "Well, it looks like it is going to be at least a couple of weeks before
your sister is going to be released to come home.  So, you sort of have to
come with me on our honeymoon.  Only, all the

   arrangements have already been made for Mr.  and Mrs., so, you'd have to
pretend that you were Janet all along."

   "I...  I am no queer, Keith."

   "Well, maybe not, but, if you want the 5 grand, you are going to have to
act as best as you can, like a young woman in love with her new husband. 
That means you'll have to kiss me a lot and hold on to my body a lot, and
hold my hands nearly all the time.

   "I ain't a fag either, but, you would have to pretend you are a young,
horny new bride, Tommy, because all new brides in love are horny chicks,
man.  You would have to act like the most wonderful thing in the world is
making out with your husband.  I am no queer, so it is going to be awful
hard on me, kissing a guy, even if he does look and act like a woman, but,
man, I got to save face, you know what I mean?  I got to act like I am real
horny for you too, you know what I mean?"

   "This is a lot to think about, Keith."

   "No, it is not.  You do this and you will have my undying loyalty as a
friend for the rest of your life.  You don't do this, and, I guarantee you
I will do everything I can to ruin your life for you.

   Man, I hate to come on to you like that, but, man, I just got to get you
to do this thing for me."

   "My mom said she would help?"

   "Yeah."

   "Okay.  I won't like it.  I will try hard to act the way my sister acts
with you, but I want you to remember that I am no queer, okay?"

   "You got it.  I'll go and tell your mom.  And, man, just, thanks a
lot... thanks a hell of a lot."



   That was three hours ago.  Now, I am sitting in my sister's room.  I am
about to go down the stairs, of the house we have been loaned for the
weekend, and let my parents see their son in a pretty dress for the first
time.  I have longed for a situation like this to arise, but never had I
ever dreamed it ever would.  Now that it is hear, I am scared witless.

   I have been in Janet's room for a little over an hour, now.  My mom
wanted to help me get dressed, but I was too embarrassed to have her help
me.  I told her that I knew all about girl's clothes and stuff, and, I
could get myself dressed.  She told me to go and take a long bubble bath,
with a lot of scented oil in it, and to make sure that I shaved all the
hair from my body, very carefully.  She said that while I did that, she
would lay out my clothes for me.  Today was a day that we had a lot of last
minute shopping to do, so, I had to hurry.

   I came back into Janet's room, totally naked from our adjoining
bathroom. My mom, had, in the time I had taken my bath, not only laid out
an outfit for me, but, I saw that she had also managed to get me breast
forms.

   I tied the little waist nipper corset on, and sat on the vanity's chair
to pull my white nylons on.  Oh how much I had loved the feeling of wearing
nylons.  But, I had never ever dreamed that my

   parents would see me wearing them.  I tried hard not to think about what
was coming later.  I concentrated on getting dressed.

   I slid the lacy little bra up my arms and reached behind me to do the
eye and hook, with practiced ease.  I could put on a bra as fast as my
sister, I knew.  I inserted the heavy gel breast forms into my bra.  I'd
never worn these before.  I usually had just stuffed my bra with two pairs
of panties in each cup, before this.  The weight was delightful.  I loved
the way it pulled on my bra

   straps.

   I dropped the lacy camisole, of a pretty peach satin with loads and
loads of delicate lace trim on it, over my head, It was hard to imagine my
mother going through Janet's drawers and selecting some of the most
feminine lingerie for her son to wear.  But, I was putting on, what she had
selected for me.  The panties were a french style cut, matching the
camisole slip, and bra.

   I slid the wispy delicate garment up my legs and adjusted the panty
waist at the right place.  Of course, I had a huge erection, that is, huge
for me, but not big by normal standards, pressing at

   the front of the panties.  It had always excited me so much to know I
was wearing girl's panties.  I loved the feeling.  The lace trim went down
below the tops of my nylons.

   Next came the full satin slip.  It was so delightfully soft and smooth.
It too slithered up over my nyloned legs, almost making me wish that I
would never have to go back to wearing boy's clothes

   again.

   Then, I raised the pink short sleeved dress to my shoulders, worked my
arms up through the sleeves, and raised it to drop it down over my head,
enveloping me once again in that delightful sensation of feeling girlified.
Janet used to call me Wendy, after her favorite doll's name.

   Once it was in place, I reached around and pulled the zipper up.  I
wrapped the belt around my waist and stepped into the white three inch
heeled pumps.

   I sat at the vanity and, with the ease of many hours of practice had
soon had applied my make-up.  I pulled my longish hair back into a pony
tail and tied a long pink ribbon around it.

   All that was left for me to do was to find the courage to walk down
those stairs, and show my parents what I was really made of.

   I knew as soon as they saw me, that they would know that I had worn
Janet's clothes many, many times before.  I did not see any sense in trying
to hide it.  I felt it would go easier on them if they knew that I knew how
to manage a feminine wardrobe, even if it did mean confessing my most
secret thoughts to them.

   I sighed.  I knew that if they really loved me, that they would forgive
me for the past deception, and that they would accept me as I was.

   My hands were shaking as I went over to the bedroom door, and by sheer
force of will, forced myself to turn it and to pull it open.  I stepped out
into the hallway before my courage deserted me, and made myself take each
step, one at a time, to the head of the stairs, and then, shaking almost
visibly from nervous fear, I made myself take that first step downwards. 
It had never failed to please me to see a skirt rising on my thighs as I
walked when I wore Janet's clothes.  Today was no exception.

   I watched my dress skirt rise and fall with each step.  I turned at the
landing, and stared at the full length mirror at the bottom of the stairs.
It showed a graceful young woman descending.  Janet had always been amazed
at how graceful and femininely I moved when I wore her clothes.  I had
always wondered about knowing that it was not an act.  I was graceful when
I wore her clothes.  It was natural for me.

   But, now, it was my parent's turn to be amazed.  I was acutely aware of
the utterly feminine underwear I had on, and, how it made me feel so
completely girlish.  I loved the sensation.  I wished that my parents would
make me be a girl from now on.  I wished they would make me go back to
school in the fall, as a girl.  I wondered if I would have the courage to
curtsy to them.  All of my life I had dreamed of being in the situation
where I was able to curtsy to them, now, I did not know if I had the
courage.  I wanted to.  I wanted them to know how feminine I really was.

   I took a very deep breath, at least as deep as my corset would allow me
to, and I turned to the left at the foot of the stairs and entered the
front sitting room.  This was where they would probably be sitting.  They
were there.

   The look on their faces was one of utter amazement.  I blushed a very,
very bright red.  I smiled nervously, and, somewhat indelicately I reached
for my dress hems, placed my left leg behind

   my right, and dipped in what I hoped was a dainty manner.  It registered
on their faces, almost immediately, that this could not the first time I
had ever curtsied.  I had done it too well.  I could

   see the realization as it slowly crossed their faces, that their son was
quite used to being in girl's clothing, and that I was quite used to
behaving like a real young lady would behave herself.

   I was now committed.  I went over to the chair that was directly across
the coffee table from the couch, and with a graceful sweep of my hands
beneath me, I smoothed my skirts out under me, and sat.  I remembered to
keep my calves and knees together.  Janet had drilled it into me, by making
me practice sitting in a girlish fashion, hundreds of times, till I was
able to do it just like a normal girl.  Their eyes followed my every
movement.  There was disbelief, but, there was also amazement.

   My mom was the first to speak.  "Gee willikers, Dad, I think "she" be
able to pull it off after all.  Can you believe how much she looks and acts
just exactly like her sister?  Why...  they could be twin sisters..."

   "Yeah, and, I also can not help but notice how comfortable he is wearing
a dress.  This is not your first time wearing a dress is it, son?"

   "No...  " I managed to stammer out.

   "Care to tell me about it, son?"

   "Well, when we were young, you and mom worked all the time, leaving us
with the baby sitter all day long.  As long as we did not make noise, she
did not care what we did, and left us alone all

   day.  Janet and I would play a game.  In the game, I was her little
sister.  So, whenever you guys were not at home, I would become...  uh... I
would become Wendy, Janet's baby sister."

   "I see.  I can also see that you seem to like being...  uh...  Wendy...
uh...  Wendy did you say?"

   "Yes, Wendy."

   "Well, it sounds like we part to blame in this.  We can't do anything
about it now, I do not think.  I think it has probably been going on too
long to be able to change it.  I will say this to you,

   son.  I deeply regret this turn in your life.  But, if you feel more
comfortable wearing girl's clothes, when this is over, you can move into
Janet's room for the summer, if you like, and, we'll see how

   that goes...  okay?"

   I stared at him.  This did not seem like the dad I was used to, but of
course, I had not been a daughter before, either.  I was unable to restrain
myself.  I flew out of the chair, leaped over the

   coffee table, and flung my arms around his neck and thanked him for what
he had just said.  But, it happened before I realized what I was doing,
and, embarrassed, I apologized and went back to the chair where I had been
seated.  My actions had embarrassed him too, I could see.  My mom was the
one who saved the day for us.

   "Well, Janet, come along.  We have a lot to do today.  Kirk, give me
your credit cards."



   The day went by in such a whiz of activity, that my head was spinning
when I got back home.  All I wanted to do was to go to bed.  The only
things I had really regretted about the whirlwind day was the pain of
getting my ears triple pierced, and the unused-to difficulty of learning
how to do things with the half inch coral pink nails that were glued to my
finger tips.  Boys usually use the ends of their fingers, while girls have
learned to use the pads of the ends.  It was hard going for a while.

   The next morning, mom woke me up very early, and told me that she had
arranged for a hair dresser to come over to the house and do my hair for
me. When I tossed off the covers, and she saw the sexy red and black lace
teddy that I had slept in, she wolf whistled me.  I blushed a very deep
crimson.

   I took a bath in the scented oil again, as my mom laid out my wedding
clothes.  By the time I was ready to come out of the bath, the hair dresser
had arrived.  She was glad that I had washed my hair before she got there.

   Wearing only my bra, panties , mules and a floor length pegnoire, I sat
at the vanity table and watched as she worked with my hair.  I was thankful
that she was not a very friendly person,

   and that she preferred to work without the usual chit chat of ladies.

   Three quarters of an hour later, my hair was piled up high on my head.
It was drawn up tightly from the sides and the back, into a sort of very
fancy, tightly curled pony tail on the top of my head.  There were artful
little strands loose at my forehead, in front of my ears, and at the back
of the neck.

   When the hair dresser left, my mom beamed at how pretty I was looking,
and helped me to put on the pearl choker and the pearl pendants in my ears.
Then she left me alone so that I could get myself dressed.

   The corset this time was a full length corsolet, heavily boned, but it
was covered in the most beautiful delicate white satin and lace.  I laced
myself into it as tightly as I could do.

   I sat at the vanity table and pulled on the white silk stockings.  I had
loved nylons.  I was now infatuated with silk.  I wore a bra and a teddy
that were a delicate white with bright lace trim.  I had never felt so sexy
before.

   Next came the petticoats, which I managed to get into myself.  I almost
swooned to hear the sound they made as I moved my legs under them.  The
whispering rustle was so prettily feminine.  The petticoats were satin, so
they gently caressed my be-silked legs, driving me wild with passion over
the sensuousness of my underwear.

   I stepped into my heels.  They had four inch heels and were a shiny
white satin.  They were so delicate, and, I loved, no, I adored the feel of
the high instep pushing up against my arches, and the new angle that my
pelvis soon had to adjust to, pushing out my behind in a very attractive
way.

   Then I lowered the wedding gown over my head.  It did not have great
flowing trains or anything like that, for which I was thankful.  It was a
floor length gown, however.

   The sleeves were long and tight.  I needed my mom to help me put it on.
I was grateful when she came back into the room at that moment.  Very soon,
I was properly dressed in my sister's wedding gown.

   I had to raise my skirts, like the ladies in the gay nineties did, in
order to walk without tripping.  I loved being forced, by the clothing that
I was wearing, to act in such a definitely and

   decidedly feminine way.

   As I came down the stairs, my dad had his camera ready to take pictures
of Janet's wedding for her.  I wondered if she would be jealous of me for
being able to be the bride for her.  I knew how

   much she had looked forward to this day, and, then, to be deprived of
it. She must be really, really upset about it.

   Soon, we were in the garden, where I was about to be given away by my
father, to a man, in marriage.  To be honest, I was too scared to actually
pay any attention to what was going on.  I desperately hoped no one would
guess what was really under my gown.

   I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to make a
vow to honor him, to love him, and to obey him.  When I vowed to obey him,
a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment. 
But, I had seen it.  Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on
it. I was now a married woman.

   Then, came the part had been dreading.

   "By the power that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I
now pronounce you to be man and wife.  You may kiss the bride, sir."

   Keith turned to my and raised my face to him, with a finger under my
chin.  I knew that I had to do this right, and make everyone think that
this was the moment I had lived for.

   I raised my arms to his neck, and I smiled coyly at him, and I felt his
strong arms gather me into his embrace, about my waist.  I closed my eyes
and waited for his kiss.  It came, and, so did

   another awareness with it.  I felt his lips press on mine.  But, I also
felt his hard on press against my belly.  I was astounded!  I was making
Keith horny.  I blushed with fear and shame, as my own

   cock sprang to life amidst the satins and silk of my underwear.  I did
not want this.  I was not a queer.  Neither was Keith.  What was going one
inside of us?

   Then I endured the long greeting line.  All the ladies kissed me and
congratulated me on getting one of the best catches in the county.  I of
course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Keith,

   to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from
there.  Then came the long and drawn out banquet.  Our meal must have been
interrupted twenty times with the tinkling of cutlery on wine glasses, to
signify that it was time for another kiss for the bride and the groom.

   I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to feeling his
lips on mine, and raising my arms to encircle his neck, in what every one
would think was a loving embrace.

   Then came the dancing and the dancing and the dancing and the dancing.
As the bride, I had to dance with nearly every man at the reception.  Keith
also made sure that I was supplied with a steadily full glass of white
wine. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride,
the most honored person at a wedding.

   Finally, we were allowed to get away.  My mom had already packed all the
clothes that I would need for the honeymoon.  They were all stowed in the
trunk of the car already.

   Keith took me away.  I was just not able to hide the smile of happiness
that was flooding through me.  I envied girls so very, very much.  Once we
were in the car, we kissed again, in a long embrace, so that the spectators
could see that we were getting our marriage off to a good start.

   As I had my arms around his neck, my head pressed back against the seat
of the car, my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his strong lips on mine, I
nearly flipped, when, suddenly, I felt his

   tongue on my lips.  I did not know what to do.  I slowly let my mouth
open and he inserted his tongue.  I knew now that I was in for some strange
experiences that night.

   I knew that I was not a queer, but I had a raging hard on in my panties,
and, I liked the feel of his tongue probing the inside of my mouth.  I let
my tongue touch his, then, uncontrollably, I began to suck his tongue.  I
felt like I loved Keith at that moment.  The people closest to the car saw
the new kisses, and started to show their approval of what we were doing.

   Keith turned away and started the motor.

   In half an hour, we arrived at the hotel we were to stay at for that
night.  The bellhops were very friendly to me and helped us with our
luggage, as they showed us to the honeymoon suite.

   Once we got inside, and the bellhops left us, we were alone.  We were
two men, well, one man and a boy, dressed up in his sister's wedding dress.
We just stood and looked at each other.

   "Hey, Janet, you...  uh...  you really liked it...  the way I kissed
you...  in the car, eh?"

   "Well, what could I do.  You were ramming your tongue down my throat.  I
had to open my mouth for you."

   "Yeah, I like the way you put that, Babe.  Listen, I know that you are
really a guy and all, but, shit, you know, all this kissing stuff, and how
pretty and feminine and all that you are, you know, it makes me real horny,
you know?"

   As he was doing that, he was helping me to unzip my dress.  Then he took
his clothes off.  I was not aware that he had taken his clothes off, till I
had stepped out of my petticoats, and was

   wearing only my teddy, silk stockings, high heels and my corset.  I
turned around, wanting to hang my dress and petticoats up in the closet,
and saw him standing there, with a full erection pointing right at me.

   "Oh..."

   "Yeah, I kind of thought you'd like that, Janet."

   "I thought...  I thought we were not queers, Keith?"

   "Hell, I ain't no queer.  But, I am really horny for a very good looking
babe standing there in front of me in some of the most sexy, beautiful
lingerie that I have ever seen of a female body.

   "You think I am a queer, Keith?'

   "Hell, you are the one in the women's clothes, not me.  Drop that dress.
I bet you got an erection too.  I bet you are so turned on by wearing those
pretty things, and getting married to a real hunk of a man, that you are as
horny for me as I am for a wife."

   I could do nothing else, except what he had asked me to.  I dropped the
dress and the petticoats in a loud rustle of a heap.  My face burned with
shame.  I knew he was looking at my cock as it was pushing obscenely out
against the front of my satin teddy.  He knew that I was horny, because I
was taking my sister's place.

   "You know what I could really use, new wife of mine...?"

   I looked at the floor, ashamed.  I knew what he was going to say.

   I knew that because he was so big, and because I was the girl, that I
was going to do anything that he wanted me to.  Worse, I wanted to.

   "I'll tell you what I want.  Firstly, I want my sexy new wife to get
acquainted my big cock here.  I want her to suck it for me for a while. 
Then, I want to tame her and break her in the way a wife should be broken
in on her wedding night.  I want her to roll over on her belly, and I want
her to let me fuck her.  You made a vow when I married you that you would
obey me.  Do you intend to obey me, Janet?"

   Shame coursed through me.  Guilt tore at my psyche.  My mouth was dry
and my hands trembled.  I was a fifteen years old boy, but I was dressed in
a bride's beautiful lingerie, and it was my wedding night!  I was actually
married to this handsome tanned muscular man.  My father had brought me to
the altar, and given me to Keith, to love and to obey.

   "Well, Darling, are you going to act just like a horny little wife for
me tonight?"

   "Yes...  " I managed somehow to get the words out.

   He grinned, "Good girl.  Now I will not have to turn you over my knee
and spank you till you obey me."

   I looked up at him, startled.  I knew that he would do that too, if he
thought I needed it.  I also knew that there was absolutely nothing that I
could do about it either.

   "Now, I want you to prove to me that you love me the way a new wife
should love her new husband."

   "What do you want me to do, Keith?"

   "I want you to come over here, and kneel down in front of me.  I want
you to kiss my cock.  Then, I want you to ask me if I will let you suck it
for me.  Can you do that, Janet?"

   My face flushed with the deep shame I was feeling.  I was ashamed of my
feelings, because, I wanted to do this.  This was so perverse and so wrong,
yet, I wanted to do everything for this man whom I had just married, that
my sister would have done for him, if it were her in my shoes, rather than
I in her shoes.

   "Well, Babykins, your Lord and Master awaits the servicing of his wife."

   I slowly stepped over the pile of my castoff clothes and took the five
or six steps over to where he was standing.  I stood there, feeling so weak
and in his control.  I flushed, because I loved the

   feeling.  I looked up at his eyes, then over his tanned muscular body
and down at his cock.  Very

   slowly, I allowed my knees to bend till I could feel the carpet on my
knees.  I looked up at my husband.  I looked straight ahead, at his cock.

   I moved my head till it was right in front of my eyes.  I just could not
believe what I was doing.  I pursed my lips and touched it with my lips.  I
knew, though, that though my lips were touching, it, that I was not kissing
it.  Kissing implied loving it.  I changed that situation by moving my lips
and pressing just a bit harder.  Now, I was effeminized, and I was
kneeling, before my husband, and, I was kissing, really kissing, that is,
loving, his cock for him.  He was a real man, and, I somehow had the sense
that I was honoring him for what he was.

   I moved my head back and I looked up at him.  Keith was smiling down at
my submissiveness.

   "Will you let me suck your cock, later, Keith?"

   "Babe, you are going to suck my cock an awful lot more than you ever
thought you would.  Now, hang up your dress.  Oh, do you have any idea of
how a slut acts?"

   "Some."

   "Well, I want you to be a lady in the living room, and an absolute slut
in the bedroom.  I want you to treat my cock as though it is the entire
focus of your interests, which I suspect might be

   true, whenever we are in bed together.  Can you do that?"

   "I...  I think so."

   I could not believe that he was telling me that he wanted me to do
everything to him that a sexy woman would do.  This was my most secret and
most exciting fantasy.  I rose and noted that there was lipstick on his
cock from where I had kissed him.  As I hung up my dress, he went over and
lay on the bed, on his back.

   I walked over to the bed, and got on my knees, and made my way up over
his legs, on my hands and knees.  When I got to where my crotch was
directly over his crotch, I lowered myself till I could feel his cock
through my teddy.  I began to move very slowly.  I could feel the heat of
his cock on mine as I masturbated him in this way.

   I turned around and lowered myself again over him, till I could feel his
cock in the crack of my bum, and I slowly moved up and down, rubbing the
satin of my teddy against his cock.

   Keith was moaning and ramming himself up against the satined crotch.  I
turned back around and sat so that his cock was directly under my balls.  I
smiled at him.  I was beginning to feel a little more coy with him.

   "Does big daddy want pretty mommy to kiss his nice big cockie?"

   "Bitch, I want to feel your mouth on it.  Start sucking, now."

   I was not going to resist that idea.  I got off him and moved backwards.
I knew that I was becoming a fairy faggot, but, right now, it seemed
somehow not to be the perverse thing that it is

   claimed to be.  No, it seemed to me to be the nicest thing in the world
to be.

   I lowered my head, and I licked the shiny purple head of his cock till
it was soaking wet.  I could hardly believe that I was doing this, yet,
here I was, feeling excited about licking a cock like it was a lollipop.  I
opened my mouth and lowered my head till I felt it absolutely fill my
cheeks.  I licked the underside and locked my lips around it.  I slowly
raised my head, sucking hard.  Now, I was a full fledged fairy cock sucker,
I knew.  I loved it.  I hoped he would remind that I was nothing much
higher than a fairy cock sucker too.

   Keith moaned and rolled around under my lips.  I felt so privileged,
being a woman.  I knew he would never let a guy touch him like this.  These
were his family jewels, and, he was letting me have them.  I sucked because
I wanted so very much to please my new husband.  I wanted to...  to taste
his cum, just like my sister would, if it were her here.  I hoped she would
not be too mad at me when she found out that I'd made love to her husband.
What else could a bride do on her wedding night, eh?

   Keith let me suck him for about fifteen minutes.  Then he told me to
stop my cock sucking, and to go over to his suitcase and get the tube of
K-Y jelly.

   When I brought it over to him, he told me to grease up his cock with it.
I did, still not knowing what was going to be done next.  Then he told me
to lay on my belly, knees wide apart, and bum up in the air.  I was scared.
I knew I was going to lose my cherry, and he would take it whether I agreed
to it or not.  I thought I had better go along with him.

   He moved the crotch of my teddy aside, crawled up between my legs, and
put his cock on my anus.

   "Janet, tell me you want me to fuck you like a woman gets fucked."

   "Oh...  I do...  I do.  Fuck me and make me feel like a complete woman,
Keith.  Show your love for me.  Fuck me like I was Janet."

   "You are Janet.  Do you love me, Janet?"

   "Oh...  you know I do.  You knew it when you first kissed me."

   "Yeah.  Well, here's how a man loves his woman, Babe.  It's going to
hurt at first, so get ready, Just try to tense up, okay?"

   I felt it as the cock head went to my hole.  Then he reached for my hips
and pulled me, ramming me back onto him.  I let out a mild scream as I felt
torn by his entering me.  He held me tight, then pushed me down onto the
bed, and rested his weight on top of me.  I felt him moving slowly in and
out, getting deeper every time.  At first it felt like had to go to the
bathroom, really, really badly, but, then I found I was loosening up to
receive my husband and lover.

   If this is what being a woman is all about, I was willing to trade
places with Janet, at the drop of a pair of my panties.  I loved it, and
kept loving it as he stood up, lifted me in his strong hands, turned me
towards his muscular torso, and kissed me as he slowly impaled me on his
big cock.  God, he carried me as I was a doll, and I could feel his
pulsating manhood inside my belly.  He leaned back and let go of me, and
there I was hanging with all my weight on his strong rod.