Double Wedding

'How do I look?' I said in a high pitched, girlish voice as I rubbed my nylon covered legs together, pouted and pranced about the room swinging my hips. The two women gasped with my sudden role acceptance and clapped excitedly like little children and to top it all Mrs Rother began to sing 'here comes the bride.' Then to my surprise she pulled a digital camera out from nowhere and snapped away like a professional photographer immortalising a catwalk model.

I tried to hide but there was no escape and she made me pose standing and bending in the most coy and sexy way, showing the lace on my panties and bra and how the stockings accentuated my long slender legs. I was soon exhausted with all the prancing about and as I calmed down Joyce dropped a sumptuous silk slip over my head. As it cascaded down my shoulders as if in slow motion my cock began to twitch excitedly. Joyce oblivious to my arousal then held the dress out invitingly and as I stepped into its many folds of silk and lace I came over dizzy with excitement.

'Very good,' Mrs Rother said, her voice full of savage delight. 'You're looking beautiful already.' I grinned as they hauled it up over my shoulders like a curtain and buttoned me in behind securely. It was heavy and fitted incredibly well. The skirts where full and hung from my hips in massive silken folds the bodice nipped me in at the waist and the lacy bust cupped my large breasts like a well fitting glove, the sleeves where perfect.

'What's it to be straps or off the shoulder?' she asked.

I had no idea, 'Straps,' I say then a moment later, 'off the shoulder,'

Joyce laughed. 'You change you're mind more often than a tart changes her knickers.'

As required they adjusted the dress so it hung off the shoulder and to my surprise it showed off my tan and made my shoulders look slim and feminine. In fact my skin changed or so I thought. It felt soft and supple and incredibly sensitive. I felt all the new materials is if for the first time and I became very aroused. I wanted more and was delighted when they made me step into a hoped underskirt that they pulled up under my skirts. I hoped they couldn't see my mounting excitement but on recollection I doubt nothing passed the eagle eyes of Mrs Rother.