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Prom Date Conspiracy
by J R D (jrdss@pobox.alaska.net)

***

A gay high school guy wants to attend the prom with a 
friend of his sister and is willing to do just about 
anything to accomplish that goal. (mm-teens, tg, rom, 
fantasy)

***

Author Notes: This story contains scenes of an erotic 
and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for 
the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such 
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral 
by your religion or personal beliefs, you should 
likewise bypass this story. 

This story remains the property of the author. 
Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and 
repost so long as any such action contains these 
disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this 
story. 

All characters in this story are the creation of the 
author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or 
dead, are purely coincidental. 

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or 
magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can 
accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the 
author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules 
of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that 
may be broken within the story. 

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PROM DATE CONSPIRACY 

Here I am, walking down the aisle on my wedding day, 
the victim of a conspiracy by my family and my intended 
to get me here. There was a point at which I thought 
I'd never be married. The most I thought I could ever 
hope for was a domestic partnership. I suppose I should 
explain. I was born fully male and I am (was?) gay. I 
discovered that when I was in 9th grade. 

It was shortly after I realized that I was gay, that I 
met... him. Larry Walters. He was a friend of my 
sister, Melanie, at least they hung out together. In 
10th grade, he was tall, well built, and had a package 
in his pants that kept me awake long into the night. 
Two years later, he only got better. Problem was (at 
least what I thought it was) he wasn't interested in 
guys, at least not from anything I could see. Boy, was 
I wrong. 

It was shortly before the senior prom when my sister 
surprised me. We had already had the junior prom, and 
my tux rental had been returned. Mom and sis were out 
shopping almost every day, looking for (in their words) 
THE dress. Well, it was after one of these days 
shopping, that sis came into my room. "Find THE dress?" 
I joked, over-emphasizing THE in the same way mom did 
when she said it. 

"Yeah I did, smarty-pants. Of course, now I've got all 
the fittings and alterations to go through." 

"Lucky you. So what's up? Is there something you wanted 
to ask me?" 

"Yeah there is, actually. Jerry, how would you like to 
go to the prom on the arm of Larry? As his date?" 

My heart leapt into my throat. "Don't play with me." 

"I'm not. Would you like to go to the prom as Larry's 
date?" 

"Of course, but I don't see how you're going to manage 
it. Unless you plan on casting a spell to make me a 
girl." I should mention here that both dad and sis are 
sorcerers. 

I thought sis would deny it outright, but instead she 
asks, "Would you if I could?" 

"I thought you couldn't use your magic for the sake of 
personal gain, either yours or others'." 

"You're dodging the question. If doing so meant getting 
to go to the prom on Larry's arm, would you allow 
yourself to be turned into a girl?" 

"I suppose so, but it's a pipe dream. Larry's got a 
girlfriend." 

"Not anymore. They broke up, and he asked me to find 
him a date." 

"So you're going to change me into a girl?" 

"Kind of. Like you said, I can't use my magic for this, 
but that doesn't mean we can't use more standard 
methods. We put you in a dress and some make-up, and I 
think you'd make a very pretty girl." 

"Even if that were true, and I were willing, I don't 
want to be with Larry on false pretenses. I don't want 
to con him." 

She looked me right in my eye, saying, "But for a 
chance to be with Larry? Isn't it worth it? To have him 
dance and romance you? To feel his lips upon your own? 
And possibly... more?" 

Suddenly all doubt left my mind as to whether or not I 
should do this. I'd later find out that sis had used a 
spell on me to amplify my desires to a point where I 
couldn't say no. I suppose I should be upset, but 
considering the results I can't complain. 

I said, "Okay, I'll do it." 

Sis all but dragged me out of the room into the hall. I 
saw mom waiting by her door. Before I had a chance to 
say anything, sis yells, "He said yes!" 

Mom smiled. "Well, let's get started." Sis drags me 
into mom's room where I see an entire outfit laid out 
on the bed. Mom says to me, "First thing we need to do 
is get you cleaned up, so off with your clothes." 

I blushed a little bit. I think I even remember trying 
to protest, but mom just says, "Hun, girls don't mind 
being naked in front of one another. Only very shy ones 
have a problem with it." 

"But I'm not a girl, not really." 

"But if you intend to pull this off, both for you and 
for Larry, you need to be able to emulate a girl as 
perfectly as possible, at least outwardly. How would it 
look if you went into the girls' room to use the 
facilities and asked everybody to leave because you 
were too embarrassed to do what had to be done while 
women were in the room?" 

Using the women's room. That really pushed it home. For 
the entire prom night, I'd have to act like a girl in 
all things, including using the girls' room. I almost 
ended it there, but visions of dancing with Larry ran 
through my head, and I just shrugged and got undressed. 
Mom then brought me into the bathroom where a bath had 
already been drawn. A bubble bath. 

"Is this necessary, mom? A bubble bath?" 

"We're just trying to get you thinking like a girl, 
dear." 

"But-" 

"Relax and trust me, dear." 

"Well, I guess so. It is only one bath." 

"Well, your first bath. Every night you'll be in here 
soaking in the tub for at least fifteen minutes." 

"But why?" 

"Because the bath oils I've added to the water will 
soften and condition your skin, as well as give you a 
light perfuming that will linger long after the bath is 
over, particularly with you taking a bath every day." 

I balked at entering the tub. "I... I don't..." 

Mom pointed at the toilet. "Sit down, Jerry." I pulled 
the seat and cover down and sat. "Now. How do you feel 
about Larry?" 

As thought of that beautiful man danced through my 
head, I said, "He's handsome, kind, sweet, caring..." 

As I tried to think of more words, mom asked, "You want 
to be with him, don't you?" 

"Oh, yes." 

"Then let us do what we can for you. Your sister and I 
with some help from your father can make this happen, 
but you have to trust us. Now you have veto rights, so 
you can end this anytime you want to, but if you do as 
we ask, you can have your dream. You'll be on Larry's 
arm all night, his senior prom date. Maybe more if you 
play your cards right." 

And that was all it took. Maybe it was the after-
effects of sis's spell, or maybe I just wanted this so 
badly I ached, but I was in the tub only seconds later, 
soaking and playing with the bubbles. 

A little while later, mom came into the bathroom with 
one of her lady Bic disposable razors and instructed me 
in the womanly art of shaving my legs and pits. Mom 
commented that I didn't do too bad a job, but then 
added, "For your first try." 

We went back into her room and I briefly looked around. 
Somehow I wasn't surprised to find that my clothes, my 
boy clothes, were nowhere to be seen. Sis picked up a 
pair of panties from the clothes and brought them over 
to me. I stepped into them and pulled them on. 

Then mom brought over the foundation garment I have 
come to hate. I hated it then, I hate it now, and I 
will probably hate it every time I wear it. The corset. 
Problem is, I have to admit, wearing one makes me look 
good. It pulls in my waist and changes my figure, 
giving me a nice, shapely figure. (Of course, I'll 
never admit that to anyone.) At the time, though, after 
mom got me into the damnable thing, all I could think 
of was how damned uncomfortable the thing was, and this 
was before the thing was cinched up! 

After mom puts it on, she gets out a couple boxes and 
gets out, ta da, breastforms! She puts them carefully 
into the cups of the corset and THEN cinches me in 
tight. I thought my lungs were going to burst that time 
it was so tight. I have since found out that she went 
easy on me since it was my first time. It just felt 
really tight since I wasn't used to the feeling. 

To be honest, I'm not sure what went on next, I was so 
focused on that corset, but I was finally dropped into 
a chair in front of the mirror to see what they had 
done. I was in a blonde wig, make-up, and a pretty, 
blue dress, and what was looking back at me from the 
mirror was this pretty blonde in well-done make-up and 
a nice, blue dress. 

Thinking that was it, I said, "Well, now that I know I 
can play the role," and reached behind me to undo the 
dress. 

Mom stopped me. "Not quite yet, dear. We know you can 
look the role, not play the role." 

"But-" 

"No, dear, you need to play the role impeccably. Until 
the prom, at home, you will be a girl, dressing in 
dresses, going to fittings alongside your sister for 
your prom dress, even sleeping in nightgowns. Your 
sister and I will coach you in feminine mannerisms, 
drilling you in what you need to change." 

I then got very suspicious and very angry. "You tricked 
me! Hid my clothes! You're forcing me into this! Trying 
to make me over into a girl! 
I won't be bullied! I won't-" 

At this point sis was a bit shocked, and I think upset. 
Mom, ever the strong parent, interrupted me with a 
stern, "Enough!" After I quieted down, she said, "Your 
clothes have not been hidden. Your sister took them and 
put them in your hamper. Now, yes, we did remove them 
so you wouldn't use them as an excuse to chicken out at 
the last moment, but if you want to end this, say so. 
We'll get you out of all this and you go back to your 
room and this is nothing but a memory. But we see you 
around Larry, and the hurt you feel at not being with 
him hurts us. We want to get you two together, and if 
you do this, you can achieve that goal. I'm not saying 
it's going to be easy. You're going to have to learn 
seventeen years of being a girl in under a month. But 
if you stick with it, you will get your heart's desire 
and then some. Now, do you want to continue or not?" 

I thought about it. I was scared. I'm not sure why, 
though. I knew down deep that my mom and sis would 
never do anything to really hurt me. I mean sis may 
have teased me mercilessly at times, (what sister 
hasn't?) but she's always been there when I needed her. 
I think I was scared partly because I was afraid of 
being caught as a guy in drag, partly because I was 
afraid of not being caught. It doesn't do great things 
for a man's self-image to realize that he can easily 
make himself look like a woman. 

I confessed, "I'm scared." 

Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. "I 
understand. This is going to be very scary. In order to 
be successful, both for your and Larry's sake, you need 
to not only play the role, but be comfortable in it, at 
least comfortable enough not to be stiff and 
unrealistic. It's going to require commitment and a lot 
of work. If you don't think you can do it, then no one 
will blame you if you back out and say no, but you 
shouldn't base your decision on what you're going to do 
on your fear. Try it, really put your all into it, then 
decide." 

What could I say? "Alright, I'll try." 

So for the rest of the night, I stayed in girl clothes, 
with mom and sis giving me constant instructions on 
female deportment. "Keep your legs together." "Smooth 
your skirt out when you sit down." "Take smaller 
steps." Et cetera, et cetera. 

I was a bit worried about what dad would say when he 
saw me. I mean, what father is going to understand his 
son wanting to be in dresses so that he can date 
another guy? But dad didn't even bat an eyelash. He 
walks into the room where sis and I were working, and 
asks, "How are my two little girls tonight?" After we 
both gave a brief answer, he says, "Good, good," and 
sits down to read his newspaper. Actually, I shouldn't 
have been surprised. Dad's magical sensitivity make him 
a lot more empathetic than he lets on. 

So this goes on for the rest of the night, me trying my 
best to be a girl and mom and sis giving constant 
coaching from the sidelines. They kept this up for 
hours, and at one point, I asked, "Why do we have to do 
so much tonight?" 

Then mom dropped the big bomb on me. The first one, at 
least. "You've got to learn fast if you're going to 
make it to the first dress fitting tomorrow." 

"Fitting?" 

"Certainly you didn't think I was going to send you to 
the prom in some off-the-rack dress, did you?" 

I was too stunned to respond. Technically, I suppose it 
made sense. If I was going to the same dance as 
Melanie, as the same sex as Melanie, I'd be going 
through the same pre-prom preparations as Melanie. I 
was worried about going out to a store as a girl, but I 
had decided to do this, so I didn't voice my worries. 

It was late that night when we finished, and I walked 
back to my room by sis's side. She helped me out of my 
outfit and make-up and then gave me a gift I will be 
eternally grateful for. Before I could say a thing, she 
slipped a nightgown on over my head. When I realized 
what I had on, I tried to object, but sis just kissed 
me and said, "Trust me on this one, little sis, you 
won't regret this step into femininity." 

I decided to give it a shot and went to sleep in my new 
nightgown. To anybody listening: I will never go back. 
It was a simple number, a quick sleeveless pull-over, 
and not one of the more racy styles designed to inflame 
the desire of my man that I have picked up since then. 
If things had not worked out so well between Larry and 
me, mom still would've had to use a gun to get me out 
of my nighties. I slept better in that soft shift than 
I could ever remember sleeping. 

The time between that night and prom night was almost 
anti-climactic. There were those first going out in 
public jitters, but I quickly realized that they were 
baseless. Thanks to the intensive at home drilling I 
got at night (the first as well as further nights) and 
the occasional whispers in the ear during the day, no 
one noticed I was a boy in a dress. At least no one 
seemed to notice. 

The fittings were a little more scary. At times, I was 
in nothing more than my corset and underwear. But if 
anyone noticed, they didn't say a thing. 

Then came the day of the prom. I was so nervous, I 
almost retched. Multiple times. But then I came down 
the steps and saw Larry's face. The combined look of 
admiration and lust made the entire month all worth it. 
He escorted me out to the car, opened the door for me, 
and helped me in. We went to the dance, and had a fun 
time. It kind of thrilled me to hear most of Larry's 
male friends compliment him on the babe he was dancing 
with. 

After the dance, Larry took me up to lookout hill and 
parked. I snuggled up to him and we watched the night 
sky for a while. Well, he watched the night sky. I 
watched the huge bulge in his pants. Finally, I screwed 
up enough courage and reached down and unzipped his 
pants. As I fished his dick out, he said, "Susan," my 
selected name, "you don't have to do this." 

I almost laughed. Maybe he didn't expect me to do this, 
but now that I had started, part of me HAD to do it. I 
leaned over and slurped his dick into my mouth, 
devouring it hungrily. 

Oh, god, it was better than I ever could've hoped. From 
the first lick, I was addicted to his throbbing 
manhood. I got him as hard as I could, trying to get 
him to cum in my mouth, but before I could, he pulled 
me off of him and pushed me onto my back. "I want to 
fuck you." 

I was petrified, scared that he'd find out what I 
thought was my secret and 
stuttered out, "No, no, I don't-" 

But he surprised me, saying, "It's okay, Jerry, I know 
what's in your panties." I was so stunned, I couldn't 
say a thing as he said, "I've wanted you since the 
first day I met you. There were just reasons I thought 
it would never happen." He kissed me on the lips. "But 
if you don't want this, just say so, and I'll back 
off." 

Not want it? Was he nuts? "Take me now!" I finally 
managed to blurt out. 

He smiled, lifted my legs, pulled my panties off just 
enough to expose my hole, and put his dick to me. He 
shoved into me, getting me to scream in ecstasy. I felt 
so filled with him inside me. I looked into his eyes, 
and we smiled at one another. We kissed as he began to 
shaft in and out of me. 

Oh, god, how I loved that night. My virginity was 
finally gone, and I had lost it to the man I loved. I 
moaned and whimpered in desire, lust, and pleasure. 
Larry fucked me long, lovingly, and powerfully until I 
came, screaming like a banshee. I felt a bit guilty for 
that, but judging from the screams I heard from other 
cars, I guessed mine was just one orgasm in the night. 

While we lay together, I asked him, "How did you know 
about me? Where did I mess up?" 

"You didn't, lover." He got a guilty face. "This, you 
being in a dress, was... my idea." 

"Were you afraid of anyone knowing you were gay?" 

"Bi-sexual actually, but no, that wasn't it." 

"Then... what?" 

"I wanted to see you in a dress because... I want more 
than just a physical relationship with you. I wanted to 
see if you could play the role of a woman, because I 
want you to be my wife. I want to marry you. I want to 
have children with you. I want to spend the rest of my 
life with you. Will you do that for me, Jerry? Will you 
be my wife?" 

At the time I didn't know exactly what he was asking. I 
figured he was asking me to pretend to be a girl for 
the rest of my life, even to the point of making 
illegal claims about my sex so we could get married. I 
wasn't sure about that, but it was hard for me to focus 
on anything other than Larry's 'spend the rest of my 
life with you.' I said, "Yes," doing little more than 
breathing the word. 

Larry plastered his lips to mine and I felt this 
strange tingle pass through my body. At the time, I 
thought it was just a really great kiss. Hah! Little 
did I know. 

He once more rolled me onto my back, got above me and 
pushed into me. The feeling was great, but different 
than before. Had I been a little less lost in the 
sensations, I might've noticed that his angle was all 
wrong for an anal penetration, and the feeling of his 
dick within me was all out of place. The sensations 
were also far more electric and overpowering than they 
had been before, but somehow I just glossed over all of 
that, and when my orgasm came, I didn't even question 
that I experienced one orgasm after another in a rapid-
fire jumble, my first multiple orgasm. 

After we finished, Larry and I sat up together. I said, 
"I want to fuck you now." 

But he said, "Uh-uh. I want to save my virginity for 
our wedding night. I wasn't kidding about that, Susie. 
I'm going to marry you." 

I giggled. "The guy getting fucked and losing his 
virginity on the wedding night? Isn't that backwards?" 

"Perhaps, but I've taken all your virginities tonight, 
and we need something to look forward to." 

"So when are you going to marry me?" 

"As soon after you graduate as I can." 

"After I graduate? That's over a year away." I pouted a 
bit. 

He lifted my face and kissed me. "I think you're worth 
waiting for. Am I worth waiting for?" 

"Of course. That doesn't mean I want to wait." 

He laughed. I like his laugh. Good, hearty, manly. 
"Let's get you home." 

As he drove me home, I noticed that my dress was 
stretched tight around my chest. I thought that maybe 
the fabric had been twisted a bit in our sex play. I 
still didn't get it. 

When we got home, he gave me a soul-wrenching good 
night kiss on the doorstep and then left for his home. 
I went inside, humming happily. Mom was waiting up for 
me, and asked, "Did you have a good time?" 

I spun in place. "Wonderful. He asked me to marry him." 

"Did you say yes?" 

"Yes, I did," I said dreamily. Then realizing who I was 
talking to, I asked, "You don't mind, do you? Your son 
getting married to another guy?" 

Mom just smiled this knowing smile. "I think my 'son' 
needs to go upstairs and get out of his prom dress." 

Figuring that her reply was either acceptance or a way 
of saying that we'd talk about it later (at the very 
least not stating no) I smiled and went upstairs. I 
tried to get out of the dress, but for some reason, the 
zipper wouldn't work right. Mom had followed me 
upstairs and asked, "Need help?" 

I just grinned. "I guess it was a more tiring night 
than I thought." 

Mom said nothing as she unzipped me. After I stepped 
out of the dress and slip and kicked off my shoes, I 
excused myself and headed to the bathroom, needing to 
pee. But when I pulled down my panties, I nearly 
freaked. There was nothing there to pull out! 

I think I would've screamed had mom not clasped her 
hand over my mouth and said, "Shhhh. Your dad had a 
rough day and doesn't need to hear you screaming." 

"Mom, my dick... is gone." 

"It's not gone. Close your eyes and feel for the 
muscles of your penis. The muscles will be further back 
than they were. Move the penis out of your body." 

I was a bit frantic, but did as she asked. I was so 
relieved when it worked that I almost missed the bowl 
when I started peeing. After I finished, she said, "Now 
concentrate on the same muscles and pull it back 
inside." 

I tried to protest. "But, mom-" 

Mom then said, in her 'I will take no back talk' voice, 
"Do as I tell you." 

And when mom uses that voice, there is no arguing with 
her. So I didn't argue. I just said, "No!" and stood 
there defiantly. 

Mom then pulled out the big guns. The Look. Ever since 
we were kids, if we defied mom, all she had to do was 
level The Look at us, and we'd cave. Maybe it was 
psychic, maybe sheer intimidation, but nobody in the 
family, dad or sis included, stood up long against The 
Look. Had mom kept it up, I'd've done whatever she 
asked to avoid that face, but she relented, actually 
looking guilty for having used The Look on me. She 
softly said, "Come on into the bedroom. We'll finished 
getting you undressed." 

We went back into the bedroom and she helped me out of 
my corset. That was when I noticed it. I had breasts! I 
was so stunned, I barely managed to utter, "Mom, my 
breastforms..." 

Rather matter-o-factly, she said, "No, dear. Your 
breasts." 

"Mom, wh- what happened to me?" 

Mom sat me down on the bed. "Dear, Larry did tell you 
he wanted you to be his wife?" 

"Yes, but I thought-" 

"He was speaking metaphorically? No. Larry is a 
sorcerer, working right alongside your dad and sister." 

"But why-" I looked down at my body. 

"Dear, those with magical talent are a rare breed, so 
when two people with the talent seem compatible enough, 
they are brought together in hopes they will mate, 
maximizing the chances of magical offspring." 

"But I don't have any magic. At least not enough to 
train." 

"No, but your sister does. Originally, she and Larry 
were brought together to mate. Problem was, it wasn't 
Melanie that Larry fell for. It was you. You so 
infested his mind that he was unable to even fake 
anything more than friendship with her because she 
reminded him of you. But if Larry mated with Jerry, 
there would be no offspring. So we all worked together 
to create Susan, Larry's wife-to-be." 

"So I've got to be a girl, so I can be his baby 
factory?" I asked more than a little contemptuously. 

"No. Larry loves you. You are soul-mated, and no matter 
what body you're in, he will spend the rest of his life 
loving you. If you really felt you couldn't handle 
this, all you would have to do is call him, and he 
would rush back here to undo his magic. But that will 
mean no children, and the end of his line. But he would 
do that if you asked. If you wanted, Larry would be 
your girl, but we both know you don't swing that way. 
You'd still love him. You just wouldn't want him 
sexually." 

"I... I don't know about this." 

"Then wait until you do know. Try it first. Larry 
should rest from casting a major transformation 
anyways. If you find you can't stand it, then you can 
change back. But if you give it a try, I think you'll 
stay Susan." 

"How can you be so sure?" 

"Because you're like your dear old mom. You're willing 
to do anything for your man." 

I thought about what she had said, and asked, "Mom, how 
do you know so much about this? You've got no more 
magic talent than I do." 

She got this canary-eating cat's grin. She pressed her 
dress down around her crotch and I watched as a bulge 
grew under the fabric she was holding. "You're not the 
first to do this, and I dare say you won't be the 
last." 
This was shocking. Mom used to be a guy? I'd never have 
guessed. 

I didn't say anything. What could I say? I stood up and 
got a good look at myself in the mirror. As far as 
girls went I was a good looker. The woman in the mirror 
looked like a model right out of a fashion magazine. I 
ran my fingers through my hair. No longer was I wearing 
a wig. Those sun gold tresses were all mine. My legs 
were long and shapely and seemed ready to be stretched 
out on a pair of heels. My hips and butt were big and 
round. I think the phrase to describe them would be 
'birthing hips'. 

And my breasts? How could I have ever missed those big 
globes? Mom had gotten me a pretty big set of 
breastforms, but my breasts made those things look 
small in comparison. I turned back to mom. "Do these 
have to be so big?" 

Mom laughed. "Have to? No. Unfortunately, the spell 
Larry cast was influenced by his subconscious desires 
and he is, after all, a teenager. You're actually 
pretty lucky. When your father transformed me I had 
boobs out to here." Mom held her hands about a foot in 
front of her current breasts. "But a week's worth of 
back problems later, he shrunk me down to my current D 
cup." 

"How big do you think I am?" 

She gave me an intense look of scrutiny. "Just a visual 
guesstimate, but I'd say triple D. Maybe a bit bigger. 
But your body is also a bit bigger than mine, so there 
should be no problem." 

"So... now what do I do?" 

"First, put that away." Mom was pointing to my dick, 
still hanging between my legs. "You should keep it 
withdrawn except when using it. Otherwise you risk 
exposure and questioning best avoided. Then you go to 
sleep. Tomorrow you start the rest of your life as a 
girl." 

"Assuming I decide to stay this way." 

Mom gave me this condescending smile. "Of course, dear. 
One other thing, though. For the rest of the summer, 
when you pee, sit down to pee. It'll get you into the 
habit for when you're out in public." She then gave me 
a good night kiss and left for her room. 

I didn't put my dick away right off. After I got out of 
my make-up and into a nightie, I spent a little while 
playing with myself, fingering my new cunt while 
stroking my dick and breast. It was quite a sensation. 

Over the next year, mom and sis constantly coached me 
on being a girl. Sometimes they were a bit demanding 
about it. Anytime either one caught me standing to pee, 
they'd swat my ass, saying, "If you were sitting on it, 
I couldn't swat it." Nothing hard or nasty, mind you. 
Just enough to let me know I was doing something wrong. 

Now, about a month after I've graduated, I'm getting 
married, walking down the aisle in my white wedding 
gown. I personally think the white is a bit much. Over 
the last year, Larry and I have been doing it like 
rabbits. Doing everything but that last step and 
ramming my dick into his ass. To symbolize that, dear 
Larry is wearing a white tux for the wedding. I can't 
wait till tonight to change that. I plan on making him 
squeal like a piggy when I pump him full of my cum. 

All in fun, of course. Despite being the victim of a 
conspiracy to get me here, I really do like what I've 
become. 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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