A Sissy for A Bridesmaid

I had no time to worry further about this, though, as I heard the processional music start to play and saw my dad take Jessica by the arm and lead her through the doors into the hall. She was followed by Beth, the radiant maid of honor looking stunning in the same pink dress as me. Then the bridesmaids, Tara, Lauren, Ashley and finally me. I concentrated on putting one heeled foot in front of the other, walking like a girl with hip sway. Still, it gratified me to see that, for all that the impressed eyes of the room were drawn to the beautiful bride, the bridesmaids got a few admiring glances (me as much as Ashley or Tara). I was starting to feel good, the lingerie felt sexy against my little dick, the swaying of the skirt against my bare legs as I walked up the aisle was soft and feminine. I could get used to this.

At the head of the aisle, Darryl the groom stood waiting with his best man and groomsmen, dressed in black suits with ties and pocket squares in the dusky pink color matching our dresses. Darryl was a huge, athletic, broad shouldered black hunk. Standing at six foot five and built like a bodybuilder, his tailored suit fit his hunky body perfectly. As my sister in her gorgeous white gown took him by the hand at the altar, I couldn't help but think that she had done well for herself. Maybe it was the girl brain brought on by wearing a pink dress, lingerie, heels and makeup, but I couldn't help but think of Darryl as a total stud that any dainty white girl like Jessica would be lucky to have!

I breathed a sigh of relief as I made it to the end of the aisle without tripping and took my seat in the front row next to the other girls. Watching the ceremony, I momentarily forgot the bizarre circumstances of my bridesmaid identity and just let myself feel proud and emotional for my newlywed sister. Truly I could see why she put so much effort into making sure her special day went just right. As they said their vows together, the giant black hunk, and my pretty, dainty white sister, Darryl and Jessica, were the epitome of the picture perfect interracial couple in wedded bliss. I even shed a little tear. That's OK, though, because if I was going to be one of the girls for the day then of course it was fine for me to get a little emotional at weddings.

Then the ceremony was over and Darryl, my new big black brother-in-law, took his bride by the hand and headed back up the aisle. They were followed by Beth and best man Tyrone, linking arms intimately. Later that day I became aware that Beth and Tyrone, having been introduced by their respective best friends, had been dating for over a year, momentarily destroying the tiny hopes that I had that this odd day could be my way in to finally hooking up with a girl I'd been crushing on since high school. It seems that my sister had taken the old saying of "once you go black, you don't go back" and not just applied that to her own life, but also taking it a step further to evangelize to all her friends about getting with black guys as well!

Still, like my sister and her new husband, Beth and Tyrone certainly made a good looking couple: hot slender white babe and super masculine athletic black stud. Later, during the garter toss, Tyrone caught the band of floral patterned fabric that had been fastened around my sister's thigh, so maybe there'd be another interracial wedding yet to come! If things kept up like this, what hope would there be for little white guys like me? Guys slight and skinny and small-dicked enough to fit a bridesmaid's dress and lacy thong?

I was so lost in these thoughts, watching the back of Beth in her feminine pink dress and her strong, black manly companion, that the thing I had most feared happened. I felt myself tripping over my heels. My heart stopped as I awaited the inevitable flashing of my pink panties and the titter of mocking laughter from friends and family. Instead, however, I felt myself caught by strong, powerful arms, which linked with mine and helped me walk smooth and straight again. I looked up into the dark eyes of Jayden, an old football teammate of Darryl and one of his groomsmen. Like all of the groom's side of the wedding party, Jayden was a huge, strong, masculine black guy: square jawed, broad shouldered and every inch the definition of a real man. He had cropped short hair, ebony dark skin and a firm grip on my arm, his dark skin a striking contrast to my paleness.

"Careful, sweetheart, you could have had a bad fall there," he said, his voice had a chocolatey tone.

"I guess," I said.

"Good thing I was here to catch you, then," his dark lips spread into a bright white smile, "You know, I was real disappointed when I heard that Cassie couldn't make it, but maybe I'll have just as good a time with you instead."

***

There was more champagne after the ceremony and I was starting to feel a little light headed. Before we could have a chance to sit down for the wedding breakfast, though, there was the small matter of the photos and, as a bridesmaid, I was in a lot of them. Yes, there were the usual romantic shots of bride and groom together and formal group shots of the groomsmen, the bridesmaids, both families, the whole wedding party and the like. But, once June the photographer discovered that one of the bridesmaids was really a guy in a dress, she just had to make a point of it when it came to taking the more playful pictures.

We took a few shots of us bridesmaids and the groomsmen surrounding the bride and groom and then paired up together, lining up side by side or standing back to back. All of this really made clear the visual appeal of Darryl and Jessica's choice of wedding party, the contrast of five huge, strong black hunks in well tailored dark suits and five slender, feminine girls (one of which was really a boy) with pale skin and pink dresses. It was practically an advert for black masculine power and white feminine beauty and the contrast between them. And I definitely belonged on the feminine beauty side! And through all of it I was paired with tall, strong, dark Jayden, a man as powerful and confident as I was slight and girlish. I could definitely see that, if I was the kind of cute girl I was dressed as, he was the kind of guy she would go for.

But then June suggested some more fun pictures.

"Let's do some playful ones with the boy bridesmaid," she said.

"Lulu," Ashley, who had been the one to reveal my secret to her, informed her.

"Yes, Lulu, maybe we could get a shot of the guys rejecting you, like they're all pushing you away to join the girls' side instead," said June, "Wouldn't that be fun?"

So we did. My embarrassment at not measuring up in manliness to the strong black groomsmen was staged as a big joke by June shooting a load of photos where the groomsmen crowded together to shove me out of their circle and toward the gaggle of bridesmaids.

"Great," said June, obviously enjoying herself, "Now how about one of just the bridesmaids giggling at Lulu being one of them?"

"Ooh, how about I pose like this and the others laugh?" said Ashley, holding up her finger and thumb as if measuring something really tiny. It was obvious that not just the bridesmaids, but also the groomsmen and the photographer knew just what tiny thing she was referring to.

And when June snapped those pictures the girls' laughter about the subject was genuine. And, although I tried to pose and play act for the photos as being exaggeratedly embarrassed by their laughter, the truth was that my cheeks flushed with shame were genuine too.

"Let's do one posing with the guys," June then said, "And you four," pointing to Tyrone and the three groomsmen who weren't Jayden, "look all thrilled with the cute girls in your arms. Then you," indicating Jayden, "be on your knees looking up Lulu's skirt all disappointed and disgusted!"

"No," said Jayden, "That doesn't work for me. Lulu's just as much a hot girl as any of these others and a real man would be just as pleased to have her on his arm."

I blushed bright pink. I'd never had anyone stand up for my honor like that before. Sure, he did it by insisting on what a girl I was, which was admittedly a little confusing for my masculinity, but I couldn't help but feel flattered. And undoubtedly grateful not to have to pose for any more humiliating photos!

***

I drank even more while food was being served and, by the time it came to speeches, I was most definitely more drunk than I had been in a long time.

"I'd like to raise a glass to my daughter Jessica," my dad was saying in his father of the bride speech, "She's dreamed of this day ever since she was a young girl and has been planning the finer details almost as long! Everyone knows what a perfectionist Jessica can be and how everything needs to look just right for her, so it should come as no surprise that she's landed such a perfect husband in Darryl.

"Darryl looks just like the kind of man Jessica always said she'd marry, a real paragon of masculinity, and he's become like the son I never had. I mean, I guess technically I already have a son, but, you know..." He paused for a little laughter at my expense. I blushed and tried to hide my shame.

"But seriously, Leo might not be the son that every dad would want, but you can't fault his devotion to his sister, the bride, and her vision for the day! So, let's have a toast too for 'Lulu', doing a far better job as a bridesmaid than Leo ever would as the bride's brother. And let's welcome Darryl in as the new man in this family instead!"

And then all the guests, my whole family and my sister's closest friends, and some people on Darryl's side who I didn't even know and were probably only just now realizing that Lulu the bridesmaid wasn't all that she seemed, raised their glasses and toasted and cheered my feminization. It was mortifying. If I thought I'd been embarrassed before, now I knew the real meaning of the word. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but wonder if under different circumstances all these older relatives would be quite so amused and pleased by a male member of the family choosing to wear a pretty pink dress!

***

Jessica and Darryl had a beautiful first dance to John Legend's All of Me. (But then it wasn't exactly a surprise for Jessica's perfectly planned interracial wedding to culminate with a song by a black guy!) And then there was more dancing and drinking to come.

I hovered around the fringes, feeling awkward in my pretty pink bridesmaid's dress, not knowing quite how to behave now that the more formal, structured part of the day was over. I was wondering whether to just call it a night, go back up to my hotel room and strip off my dress and lingerie, returning to my normal male self. But my thoughts were interrupted by a voice from behind me.

"Hey there, hot stuff, wanna dance?"

I turned to recognize where the voice came from and saw the brother of the girl whose dress I was wearing.

"Trust me, you look better in it than she would," he said with a suggestive leer, seemingly knowing what I had been thinking.

Cassie's little brother Chuck had always seen himself as a ladies man (even if the ladies, my sister included, tended to see him as a bit of a creep). His family were old friends of ours and that's the only reason for his presence at a family wedding like this. Our big sisters might have been close and we may have been contemporaries in high school, but Chuck and me had never really been friends. He didn't exactly run with the popular crowd, but he was always more of a social animal than me, always at the parties even if never at the heart of them. His success with women was more due to irritating persistence than charm, but at least he had success, which was more than could be said for me. Still, my sister had always found him more sleazy than charming when he had tried it on with her and I knew for a fact he'd been crushed when Beth rebuffed him too.

Since high school, I'd heard Chuck had been heavily into tech investment culture and had done pretty well at it. Even at our age he was comfortably wealthy in a way that encouraged my parents to make unflattering comparisons with my own relative poverty. As I understood it, it was probably this money, rather than charm or looks, that accounted for his higher hit rate with women these days. Not that Chuck was ugly, but his skinny white geek chic didn't really cut it in a room full of hunky black studs. And, yes, a "straight" guy like me genuinely did catch himself thinking of the groom and friends as hot studs.

"Um... I...," I was stumped for what to say to Chuck.

"Don't worry, babe," he said, his eyes hungrily running up my smooth, bare legs in a way that was making me uncomfortable, "I don't care what's under that pretty pink skirt. You'll look just as good on your knees either way."

Without waiting for my response his arm was linked into mine and I was being pulled onto the dancefloor. I didn't know what to say and gave a panicked look around the room.

"I might have to cut in there," said a deep, commanding voice and I turned to see Jayden, my savior once more, "I think this dance is mine. It's the groomsman's prerogative to dance with the pretty bridesmaid."

Fortunately, Chuck may have been a persistant pest, but he wasn't man enough to stand up to a real man like Jayden. When a true piece of strong, hard manhood stepped in, he was fully willing to let go of my arm and slip away. As Jayden swept me onto the dancefloor, I saw Chuck trying it on with Tara, so I guess he got over "Lulu" pretty quickly.

"Thank you," I said to Jayden, my voice wispy, fluttery and feminine, as we slow danced together, "Not just for getting rid of that creep, but for everything, looking out for me all day. I don't think I'd have got through the day as a bridesmaid without it. I don't know how to thank you."

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," Jayden grinned a bright white smile as he held me in the tight, strong grasp of a truly masculine man.

I was aware that eyes were still staring at me, knowing my secret and knowing how I'd been publicly emasculated as a boy bridesmaid, now watching me let a big, strong, black hunk take control of me on the dancefloor. Some of them would gossip and giggle, sure, but I was enjoying the security of having a real man like Jayden in charge. Looking at Jessica, my big sister, dancing with her studly new black husband, dressed in that gorgeous white gown, I could completely identify with how she felt as I mirrored her in my pink bridesmaid dress and a black hunk of my own.

I did nothing to resist, then, as he took me by the arm and led me away from the dancefloor and toward where the bathrooms were.

"Now's your chance to pay me back for looking out for you, 'Lulu'," he said, ushering me into the unisex bathroom. Part of me had known for a while where this had been headed, but another part was only just beginning to process the obvious, to realize exactly the situation that the day's dressing up and playing bridesmaid had landed me in. "A dance isn't the only thing that traditionally goes down between bridesmaids and groomsmen."

"What do you mean?" I gasped, wide-eyed as he pushed me into a fairly spacious stall.

"Don't act so innocent, you dirty little sissy," Jayden said, pushing me down onto my knees and unbuckling his belt, "You knew this was coming. You were begging to thank me. And I just know that no little white boy dresses like such a pretty bitch without wanting to feel just like a real girl. And, believe me, there's nothing more girlish than submitting to a real man's big black cock."

And he was not exaggerating in the slightest when he said "big". Unzipping his pants, he pulled out a majestically giant piece of dark meat. Even soft it put my tiny white dick utterly to shame. It was huge, thick, black and veiny. It made me blush bright red, a blush that covered a whole host of different feelings: Of course I was humiliated, both by the whole ordeal of my public feminization and then being pushed to kneel on the floor of a bathroom stall before another man and by how much more impressive a specimen of manhood he was, especially between his legs; but I was also feeling flush with other feelings, feelings like curiosity and excitement. Yes, that enormous ebony love muscle intimidated me and put me in my place, but that was just why it fascinated me with its dark masculine strength and power.

Part of me was giving in with reluctant inevitability to the humiliation of surrendering to black male power, but the other half was screaming about how this was where I belonged and this was what I wanted. Both sides agreed, though, that there was no escaping it. I said at the start of this story that I was an easy pushover, a people pleaser. Now we were going to find out how true that was. I, someone who yesterday thought himself nothing but a straight guy (with a love of lingerie), was going to suck my first cock. And it was a mammoth beast to be taking for my first time.

Jayden was grasping and stroking the shaft, waving it in my scared but excited face as it got stiffer. The swollen purple head peaked out of his foreskin with a drip of clear pre-cum. Before I really knew what I was doing, my tongue was out and flicking across it.

"That's it, bitch," Jayden grinned, "Lick my fat black cock."

Gingerly, I began to run my tongue along the shaft, licking his quivering ebony cock as it got stiffer, firmer, and more intimidatingly powerful than ever.

I was almost acting on autopilot, playing the role of the slutty bridesmaid using the wedding as an excuse to blow some guy she just met. Hell, I was dressed for the part and my subconscious self clearly wanted to play it. Without really thinking, I found my hand wrapped around Jayden's black beast. I felt its warmth, its hardness, felt it twitch as I stroked it up and down. The feeling was familiar - my own tiny white dick acted the same when I tugged it - but different from the outside and with manhood so much bigger and more impressive.

I opened my pink painted lips and let the head of Jayden's uncut black beast slide into my wet mouth, all the while still stroking the shaft with my slender white fingers.

"See, sissy, I could tell you wanted it from the moment we met," Jayden laughed as I wrapped my lips around his cock, submitting myself to his black power, "You're just as much of a slut for black dick as any natural white girl."

I couldn't answer to defend myself, not while gasping around the fat shaft of his huge cock. But it was clear from the way I slurped and drooled around that veiny black thickness that there was very little I could say to convince that I was anything but the slutty sissy he saw me as. I had already swallowed a length of dark meat bigger than the whole size of my own puny thing, but there was still an enormous length to go.

Jayden thrust his hips forward, making me gag a little, but I did my best to take more and more of him in. As he took my head in his hands and pushed into my throat before letting his slick black shaft slide back out of my pink lips, it became abundantly clear that it was less a case of me going down on Jayden than of him fucking my face. There was no doubt who was in control and all I was there to do was kneel there and take it.

"I'm gonna cum," Jayden grunted, "Get ready to swallow my load, bitch!"

My eyes widened as a stream of hot, slimy liquid hit the back of my throat. For some reason I hadn't been at all prepared for the inevitable fact that sucking cock like a cheap hooker would obviously lead to a big sticky load. So it took me by surprise when Jayden announced it and then immediately shot his sticky juices right into my mouth. I had no time to do anything but swallow his massive load as quickly as possible, feeling the warm salty spunk ooze down my throat, making me feel truly used. It was a strange sensation, but didn't taste nearly as bad as I would have imagined. Why did some girls prefer to spit it out?