Blushing Bride Chapter 1

"Now, Gina isn't the only one who'd love to play the blushing bride in this dress this weekend. Is she, Rich?" Mark said, turning to me and causing all eyes in the room to follow, looking at me in various states of drunken confusion as I did indeed blush heavily. "I think we'd all like to give him this opportunity to live out his fantasies before marriage to Gina ends those possibilities." He held out the dress to me, it was a classy strapless silk and lace affair with a very narrow waist and a wide full-length skirt. It was as gorgeous and sexy as I would expect my equally gorgeous fiancée to pick out and my pulse was racing excitedly just at the thought of wearing it. I took it and just stared at it, feeling increasingly as though there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to feel and see myself in it, to feel myself to be the beautiful bride on her wedding night. "How about it, Rich? Are you going to give us the privilege of seeing you as the bride?"

"You mean you want to dress as a woman?" said Jake, shocked and not a little disgusted, "Isn't that kind of gay?"

Instantly my shame and repulsion at what I wanted to do began to rise within me and it was only the feel of the beautiful dress in my hands that kept me from handing it back to Mark and laughing the whole thing off.

"Come on, Jake, it's just a bit of stag night fun," Pete unexpectedly came to my defence, drunkenly slurring his speech, "Don't you think it would be hilarious to see Rich as a girl?"

"Yeah," Sam piped up, "Come on, Rich, do it."

"I agree," laughed my old university flatmate David, "It'd be classic."

"This is something I'd love to see," Ben, a work colleague, said, shaking himself from a drunken stupor to add his voice.

"It looks like everybody does," Mark smiled, "You don't want to disappoint them do you, Rich?"

And he was right, I didn't.