The Wedding Proposal Ch. 02

The large gown rustled, and the heels clicked against the slate steps as I descended the stairs in my home and walked towards the front door. Tony's sister was supposed to pick me up before going to the church. I had never met her before, but he had assured me that she knew nothing of my secret. It would have been nice to have someone to confide in, but I knew being treated as a girl by everyone would probably make this feel more natural in the end.

My friend had arranged everything to make this day as painless as possible for me. As I silently thanked him for this, I thought to myself that I also owed him thanks for letting me be a part of this adventure. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would find myself in this situation. Every girl's dream was about to come true for me. I would have the white wedding and enjoy the day as a beautiful bride. Even though it was all a sham, and life would be back to normal in a couple of days. Today I was a girl with an exciting future ahead of me.

These thoughts warmed me when I left the comfort of my home. Now there was no turning back. My fiancée's sister was sitting in the car waiting. She smiled and waved as I tripped down the pathway, holding up the hem of my dress. I had not contemplated or prepared myself for the emotions that suddenly gripped me. In this house I had always been a boy, no matter what clothes I wore. I had always felt safe there. Now, that boy was fading into the background. My lips twitched in a nervous smile as I opened the car door.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Ready to become part of the family? About time we met. I'm Tina! Tony never told me just how pretty you are."

She was actually very cute. I wondered for an instant if she was single, but quickly remembered that I was a girl now for the remainder of the day.

"I think so," I answered feebly and extremely nervous.

"This'll work out fine. It's only nerves. What bride wouldn't have them on her big day."

Nervousness was just the prefix. When we drove up to the tall, stone building, I could see some of the guests gathered on the church steps. The ceremony was just for a few, selected family members, but I nearly fainted as the emotions grabbed me. Tina drove me around to the back so no one would see me arriving. My heart pounded like never before as I lifted the skirts and stepped out of the vehicle, careful to move as gracefully as I could.

The minutes before the ceremony began were probably the worst moments in my entire life. I was so nervous that I could do nothing but sit on the chair and stare ahead of me. I was thankful that my belly was already empty. There was no hope of holding anything in by now. Tina was a real good friend to me and helped me get through the worst of the emotions. It helped, but also replaced much of the nerves with bad conscience. She really thought she was getting a new sister-in-law. And she was so very sweet.

When the time came and I entered the hall, walking slowly up the aisle, my nervousness subsided as of a stroke of magic. All around me people were standing and looking at me. The happy faces filled me with joy and made me believe I was the most beautiful girl in the room. My friend Tony stood at the end of the carpet and smiled. I had a hard time believing how he could keep this sham from his family. He looked so sincere and happy. Everybody in this room except me were his closest relatives. I was glad that he had managed to find an excuse for my family not being there.

The music came to a halt and I was standing beside my fiancée at the altar. The priest began to read from a large, black book, but I never caught any of it. I was too excited and occupied with enjoying the moment. When the first "I do" was uttered, I came to myself again and managed to stutter the same words a moment later. The awkward pause when we fitted the rings on each other was quickly followed by silence when the spectators were eagerly awaiting the kiss that marked us as husband and wife. I had never been infatuated with boys, but now when I felt one hundred percent like a girl and looked forward to it. This was all so romantic, and Tony was really handsome. The kiss released another flow of happiness as we were pronounced husband and wife.

After the ceremony came an excruciatingly long séance at the church steps as each guest filed out. It was no less intimidating than inside the church. I had to greet every single guest with the mandatory three kisses and endure their high praise. Their words made me feel good inside, and the few moments I managed to believe the fantasy, I felt a spike of happiness. But more often, I winced at their touch. I feared it was only a matter of time before someone caught wind of me. Tony was equally tense, and luckily, he was there and intervened to make sure every encounter was as short as possible. The line steadily shortened, and nobody stared suspiciously or revealed any hint of knowing. When the last guest walked away and went to get ready for the feast, I sighed heavily and collapsed in Tony's arms, dizzy and exhausted. His chest was warm and damp, sweat nearly breaking through his black suit.

The following dinner called for another kind of stress. Everybody wanted a piece of the newlywed couple, especially the mysterious, pretty wife they had never seen before. It was tormenting to listen to all the speeches, growing more intimate with each glass of wine. They were so happy to have another family member. And the hinting and questions about future children were unbearable. I even had to kiss a few of the guys present, as it was a custom to be allowed to kiss the bride once. Strangely enough, this did not put me off. I liked how they viewed me as a beautiful girl and competed for my attention.

The party lasted well into the night. I tried to enjoy myself and Tony kept reassuring me I did great. As the wine kept flowing, my nerves relaxed and were replaced by joy and excitement. I was determined to get as much out of my bride time as possible. My groom saw me enjoying myself, and I sensed it made him less tense as well. I knew how concerned he was for me and felt responsible for me coping. The night soon neared its end, and it became time for us to withdraw. The rest of the guests would continue until dawn, no doubt, but the newlywed couple was expected to retreat to their room for the wedding night. The evening had been a wonderful and thrilling experience, and I was sorry it had reached its end.

Enduring tons of innuendo and shouting, we carefully retreated back to the wedding suite rented for us. It was a huge and extravagant room filled with Victorian furniture and heavy curtains. The bed was broad and covered with a thick, embroidered cotton blanket over white linen. Finally, we were on our own again, and I could relax my dizzy head. I no longer needed to play a game. I was not the bride, only the groom's friend. I tried to appreciate the respite, but somehow it made me sad that the whole ordeal was over.

My friend sat down on the bed and sighed.

"Finally. I thought this day would never end. It feels terrible to fool your own family for so long."

"I know. I was exhausted after a minute, but I kind of enjoyed it some of the times. Now, help me get this gown off. You can't believe how heavy all this fabric feels after a while."

"Thank you so much for doing this. You're a true friend. I hope it wasn't too bad for you." His words were uttered with genuine sincerity as he worked on the buttons and zipper.

I let the dress fall to the floor. It was a little bit embarrassing to stand beside my friend wearing nothing but a full set of bridal lingerie, but when I thought about the fact that I had just "married" him and kissed him, it did not seem like that big of a deal.

"Like I said, I kind of enjoyed it. I got to wear this beautiful gown and fool your entire family." I picked up the gown and hugged it, feeling the soft fabric against my skin.

"You didn't really need to wear all that underneath." He stared at my lingerie-wrapped body with a puzzled look. "No one would see anything anyway."

"Are you sure? A bride has to dress up for her wedding night, you know." I was slightly drunk and could not resist the faint giggle that escaped along with the words. "Don't you like it?"

"Well. If you were my real bride, I guess I would be a very lucky man." As he spoke, I stepped over to the bed, my boots making my feminized hips sway, and sat down next to him.

"It doesn't get much more real than this," I said to him. "We were wed in a church, under God, with a priest and your family there. We even kissed in front of the entire crowd." I held up the adorned ring finger for him to see. "You know what comes next."

I could see his cheeks blush, and his mind trying to figure out if I was joking or not. Before he could say anything, I carefully laid a hand on his thigh. He twitched slightly as he felt the touch, but he did not resist or say anything. Painstakingly slow, I let the hand slide up towards his crotch and looked him into the eyes. He gazed back, transfixed by the darkness of my decorated eyes.

My hand began to unbuckle the silver belt, and I felt something move slowly under the black fabric of his pants. Still, I held his gaze, and my crimson red lips were slowly edging towards him. I longed back to the last kiss as I finished with the belt and opened his fly. Inside, I could feel the hardness below my fingertips, separated only by a thin layer of cotton. When I was but inches from his face, assured he wanted to kiss me, I retreated with a devious smile.

"Take it off. Everything. I want to get a good look at my husband." Every detail of the marriage had been taken care of. Only the consummation remained.