Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Subject: 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 sales 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 butt 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 that 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 see 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 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 their 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."

			       The End