I realized, though, that it would look very strange if I refused her request. After all, she was going out of her way to help me - what sort of bride wouldn’t want to try on a gown when shopping for accessories? Well, a bride with a penis inside his vagina, for one.
I attempted to regain my composure and stave off a potential bout of hyperventilation. I walked back to the dressing room. I kicked off my pink pumps and unzipped my lovely pink dress.
Samantha brought the dress back to me. She complimented me on my lovely corset. I stepped into the dressed, and she zipped the back and button a myriad of buttons on the back and sleeves. I stepped into some white pumps and stepped out to meet my audience.
Jenny was waiting out near the mirrors, and a few other women were also standing by. I looked into the mirrors at my reflection. My wedding gown was prettier than this one, but this too was a beautiful gown, and I appeared to be a very beautiful bride.
Samantha had me try on each of the veils. She would put a veil in place, adjust it until it was perfect, and then have me model it by walking a few yards in each direction.
"OK, dear. Do you prefer one of these veils, or do you want me to look in the back for something else?"
I glanced toward Jenny for a nonverbal cue of some kind. Her expression was clear. This was totally my decision. I was flustered. I had been counting on Jenny to spoon feed me the right answers.
"Well, I can’t really decide between these two."
"Do you want to try them on again to get a better look?" Samantha asked.
"Yes, I would like that" I replied.
Samantha had me try to two veils again, and I made my choice. I now had a beautiful chapel length veil to go with my beautiful chapel length gown. Whatever that meant.
Next Samantha had me try on the shoes. She had left the veil on my head, and I kept stealing glances at the mirror. I looked absolutely stunning.
"Can’t take your eyes off your reflection, dear? I can’t say that I blame you. You look beautiful."
I thanked her and blushed. Jenny was absolutely no help again with the shoes. I picked out a very nice looking pair of white heels.
"OK, dear. Is that everything?"
In replied that it was. Samantha unbutton my buttons and pulled the zipper down to my waist so that I would be able to escape from the friendly confines of the gown. I went back to the changing room to change. It was a bittersweet moment. I loved slipping back into Miranda’s beautiful pink dress for the fourth time today, but I was disappointed at having to take off the wedding gown. The consolation was that I had a gown of my own waiting for me at home - or actually, at Jenny’s.
Samantha had my purchases at the front counter. Jenny met us at the front with something in her hands. A delicate white teddy outfit, perfect for a bride’s honeymoon. I was really wondering what Jenny had in mind for Halloween night. She was really carrying this bride thing a long way.
"Mom said to used my credit card to pay for the veil and shoes, and she’ll pay me back. And I have a little present for your wedding night." She used a stage whisper so that Samantha could overhear her. I realized that it would seem a little out of place for her to pay - since I was the bride. And I, of course, didn’t have the money to pay for the veil and shoe. Jenny’s convenient excuse didn’t raise any eyebrows; she paid and we walked out of the store.
"Did you know that she was going to have my try on the dress" I asked her as soon as we were out of earshot.
"Yes, I figured that was what she was suggesting" Jenny replied.
"Then why on earth didn’t you say something to me? I had no idea."
"Well, I figured if you wanted to try on another wedding gown, more power to you."
I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.
"You looked beautiful, Heidi. You really did."
"Why didn’t you help me with the veil and shoes?"
"Well, I did help you with the general style. I didn’t want to interfere with the final choice, though. That should always be completely up to the bride."
I realized that Jenny was slowly moving away from the spoon feeding she had been doing earlier, and was allowing me to become my own woman. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for that or not.
October 31st began like any other day. My alarm clock went off, and I rolled out of bed. This was not just an ordinary day, however. This was my wedding day.
The last few weeks had gone by quickly. I had spent so much time as Heidi recently that I felt a little awkward when I slipped back into my Michael persona for classes.
I grabbed some photographs from my dresser and took a close look at them. Jenny had made double prints of the pictures that she and Miranda had taken of me. The picture on the top showed Miranda doubling me over and kissing me on the lips. Jenny had made extra prints of this, and Miranda had a larger version displayed proudly in her room. Miranda approved of my new wardrobe, and she thanked me when I (and not Jenny) personally returned her red and pink dresses. She did not, however, reward me with her famous kiss du jour. It appeared that the kiss du jour was one treat that I would never get to experience. I had only one day left as a woman. When the clock struck twelve tonight, Halloween would be over, and I would be a man again.
I showered, dressed, and had a light breakfast. I had a full day ahead of me today. Jenny had insisted that I go to a proper salon for my hair, makeup, and nails on my wedding day. Then we would go back to her place, I would get dressed in my bridal finery, and we would leave for the Halloween party. The party was an hour away and started in the later afternoon.
I locked up my apartment and headed over to Jenny’s place.
Jenny opened the door and greeted me with a warm kiss.
"How are you doing this morning? Are you excited?"
"Nervous would be a better description."
"Well, I hope you don’t get too nervous. I don’t want you to be a runway bride."
I had actually considered this option. This was the ultimate point of no return. I was intensely nervous. The prospect of parading around as a beautiful bride in front of hundreds of other people made the butterflies in my stomach beat their wings faster than hummingbirds. I had been nervous throughout the entire process, but the nervousness I felt now was tremendous. In the end, though, I didn’t want to disappoint Jenny. And I think my internal Heidi really wanted to have her special day.
Jenny helped me shave my body hair, and she attached my breasts and vagina.
I sighed gently as my body once again became complete.
Jenny noticed my sigh. "Are you getting used to them?"
I blushed and nodded quietly. It was really more than getting used to them. I felt truly complete again - like a natural woman.
I dressed in a smart looking silk blouse, mini-skirt, pantyhose, and pumps. I was wearing my lucky pink panties.
Jenny drove me to the beauty salon. We went inside, and Jenny discussed what I wanted. My hair would by styled into pretty ringlets of curls, my nails would be painted a firy red color, and the beauticians would work their makeup magic. It all seemed a bit much to me, but Jenny was paying, and I thought that it would feel a bit nice to be pampered.
Sarah, the stylist, was about to start on my hair when Jenny told me that she had to leave and would be back in a little while. She had a few errands to run.
I stared at Jenny. I could not believe that she was going to leave me here with these complete strangers. What would happen if I gave myself away and the beauticians found out I was a man? What would they do to me?
"It’s OK, Heidi" Jenny said. "The girls will take good care of you. I just need to take care of a few things."
Sarah went to work on my hair. When she was finished with my hair, she put my head under the dryer and begain to work on my nails. She started to work on my toenails. painting them a bright red. I had been too nervous to get much sleep
the previous night, and I nodded off under the hair dryer. When I woke up, my head was no longer under the dryer.
"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty" Sarah exclaimed.
It was not surpised that my toenails and fingernails were both painted a flaming red. What was surprising, though, was the length of my fingernails."
"How do you like your nails? They’re acrylic."
My heart caught in my throat. Weren’t acrylic nails more permanent than just one day? I remembered that Jenny and Sarah had discussed my session in some detail. If Jenny wanted me to have acrylic nails, then I was certain that they must be temporary. Jenny knew what she was doing.
Sarah began working on my makeup. She used foundation on my face. This was a new experience for me. Jenny had never used foundation. She applied eyeliner and worked with a mascara pencil. I sat quietly as the artist perfected her craft.
"OK, just about done here. I’m going to outline your lips and then used some Ravishing Red lipstick. Jenny tells me that its your favorite color."
I nodded, not wanting to share the details of my first experience wth Ravishing Red.
Sarah filled in my lips with the lipstick and pronounced me complete.
"This lipstick is long lasting and kiss proof, but you’ll want to take carry the tube with you, just in case you need a touch up."
I took the lipstick from her and thanked her.
Jenny arrived just as we were finishing up.
"OK, Jen, I’m finished. One beautiful bride, ready for her wedding, just as I promised."
Jenny settled the bill and we left the salon and headed back home.
Finally, it was time to get dressed. Jenny made sure that I visited the little girls room one last time before we got started. Once I was safely secured into the dress, it would be much more difficult for me to pee.
Jenny helped me put the corset on. Then she moved behind me and went to work lacing the corset. She worked at the lacing more carefully than she had in the past, and I noticed that she was lacing the corset tighter than she had in the past. I gasped a little as she finished the lacing. It was a little difficult to breathe.
"Remember that women used to wear corsets all the time. Surely you can stand one day in a corset."
I really didn’t see what my experience had in common with the women in days gone by. After all, I wasn’t a woman, I was a man, I thought to myself.
Jenny attached my stockings to my corset’s garter strap.
"And we can’t forget the bridal garter" Jenny said, as she slid it up my leg. "I’m going to have a lot of fun taking this off tonight."
Jenny then helped my into my crinoline. At long last, I was ready for the gown itself. I stepped into the gown. The crinoline made the dress flare out and become much more full that it had been without the crinoline. Jenny pulled the zippper up and fastened the hook at the top of the zipper. She worked her way up the row of buttons, fastening each one in turn. Then she fastened the buttons on my sleeves as well.
I had crossed the threshold. There was no going back from here. There was no way on earth that I would be able to escape from this bridal gown on my own. The buttons, hook, and zipper could not be unfasted by the bride - she needed help to get out of the dress. Even if I ran, which would be extremely difficult in a wedding dress and a train, I would still need help from someone to help me out of the gown. My masculine side resigned himself to his fate. My feminine side was doing somersaults of joy.
Jenny helped me with my earrings and a pearl necklace. She placed my veil on my head and adjusted it until it was perfect.
Jenny brought my pumps out. In my flustered state in the bridal store, I had picked a pair of heels with 4 inch heels, instead of the 3 inch heels that Jenny had originally included in her plans. Jenny hadn’t brought this to my attention until a week later. It was fine with her - she simply changed the alterations to the gown to accomodate a higher heel. I had been forced to practice in some higher heels than originally planned. In the beginning, I was stumbling all over the place. Now, however, I was the picture of grace and elegance.
I slipped my feel into the pumps and gazed into the mirror. A picture perfect bride stared back at me. It seemed like only yesterday that Michelle has lured me into her dress for the first time, sending me along the road that now had me dresses in bridal splendor, ready and willing to be Jenny’s bride.
When Jenny came out, I was shocked at her transformation. She was wearing a tuxedo. Her breasts had obviously been wrapped, as her bosom was nonexistant. She wore a mustache and beard.
She got down on one knee and pulled out a ring.
"Heidi, will you marry me?" she asked.
"Yes, oh yes, I will" I replied.
Jenny slid the ring onto my finger and kissed me deeply. The ring sparkled like a real diamond, but surely Jennny didn’t actually go out and buy a real engagement ring? I felt an extra quiver of excitement.
Jenny and I got into her car, and we headed off the Halloween party.
We had been on the road for about fifteen minutes when Jenny said that we had one last thing to do before going to the party. We turned into a residential area and parked in front of a two story brick home. Jenny opened the door, and helped extract me, the gown, the train, and the veil from the inside of the car.
Jenny rang the doorbell and and attractive brunette came to greet us.
"Jonathon and Heidi. Come right in - we’re ready for you." She turned to me and said "I’m Amy. I’ve heard so many things about you Heidi. I must agree, you are abolutely beautiful."
I followed Amy and Jenny into the interior of the house. We came to a large room where some professional camera equipment was set up.
Jenny leaned over to me and whispered "Every bride needs plenty of pictures of her wedding day."
I wondered how many more surprises Jenny had in store for me.
Amy started on some solo pictures of the bride alone. She took pictures from various different angles and used several different backgrounds. I moved from location to location and position to position as Amy requested. Jenny adjusted my train as I moved around.
I really hoped that the pictures turned out. It would be nice to have some nice professional pictures of me in my wedding gown. This was truly going to be a Halloween that I would never forget.
Amy finished with the solo bride pictures and wanted to include the groom in the next set. Jenny stood beside me. We gazed into each other's eyes as Amy started shooting. When Amy called for us to kiss for the camera, we embraced in a long, warm, tender kiss. I loved being around Jenny, and I loved everything about her. At that moment, I knew that I would have glady said "I do" to her today, if we were really getting married. Even if I had to be the one wearing the wedding dress. On second thought, especially if I got to be the one wearing the wedding dress.
Amy took a few more shots and then called the the bridesmaids to join the party.
Bridesmaids? What bridesmaids?
Three women approached, wearing mint green bridesmaid dresses. My sister Michelle, our friend Miranda, and a third young lady who was a complete stranger to me.
Michelle came over to me and gave me a big hug. She saw the engagement ring on my finger and gushed about how beautiful it was. Maybe it actually was a real diamond.
"You look stunning, Mikey" she whispered to me. "I am so proud of you. I’m honored to be your maid of honor."
"These are going to be some nice pictures for the family photo album, huh?" I whispered back.
"Wouldn’t that freak out Mom and Dad? It’s too bad, though. They wouldn’t have wanted to miss their daughter’s wedding. You are such a beautiful bride."
Amy took some pictures of just Michelle and I. Michelle and I had always been close, and I could see pure joy in her eyes. She looked as if she was about to cry. I didn’t have the heart to remind her that this was just for a Halloween
party. As she put her arm around my waist, a part of me wished that this really was my wedding day, that I really was a bride, and that it was all for real.
Amy finished with Michelle’s shots and Miranda replaced Michelle beside me.
"You are so beautiful, Heidi" she exclaimed. "I wish I was half as pretty as you are."
"You are much prettier than I am, Miranda" I replied.
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