Double Wedding

I gazed down at my dress and my feminised body, my beautiful white court shoes peeking from under the dress. I felt dizzy and just wanted them to be nice to me and accept me as a woman.

Remarkably the dress fitted like a second skin with only a few minor alterations required. But the ladies where not content. They needed to see me fully made up to evaluate the wedding days requirements. Therefore her mother quickly applied some creamy foundation with a sponge, dusted pink eye shadow on my lids with a brush, rolled black mascara on my lashes with a wand and coated my lips with a glossy pink lipstick and as I gazed at my face in the mirror I felt my eyes slowly dampen. I was so happy I began to enjoy playing the part of the blushing bride and it didn't take much imagination to become totally taken in by the masquerade.
Mr Rother came home from work as Joyce was clipping the long flowing train to my dress and Mrs Rother adjusted the huge bow on my bottom.

Mr Rother took a double take as he walked into the room cleaning his glasses. 'My goodness,' he said 'this gorgeous young thing can't be our...'

He stood and stared from the doorway and put his glasses back on, squinted and adjusted his eyes to the light. Disappointment etched across his face.

Mrs Rother spoke first. 'Yes, darling its our future son in law. Doesn't he make you proud?'

Mr Rother never approved of his wives idea and looks at me as if I was something nasty he'd stepped on in the street.

'Look,' Mrs Rother says, 'look how he's taken to his new feminine role, like a duck to water,' and before I could stop her she lifted my skirts high and shown him my shaven legs, stockings and panties as if this extra feminisation made the picture complete.

'Remarkably it's our daughters wish,' he says begrudgingly. 'We should respect that. It's not me to give an opinion.'

Mrs Rother nodded. 'But you've got to agree doesn't she look beautiful? I'm sure you won't mind giving her away at the church.'