Wedding Bliss
By Terry Williams
Transgender FictionBy Terry Williams
Two days later, Veronica arrived at his house. He was surprised to see her as he had grown sure the wedding was off.
"I've talked with some doctors and read some books on the subject," she said once she was in the lounge.
"I see. I'm sorry about the other night."
"Never mind. I think I can live with it. Here is a present - try it on," she commanded. He took the bag. Inside was a skirt and blouse. He gazed at her, wondering what was happening. "Hurry up, I'll cook tea," she said with a broad smile.
Fifteen minutes later John returned downstairs in the new clothes.
"Do they fit?"
"Perfect!"
She walked up to him, brushing the blouse with her hands. As their faces met, she smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips. The kiss turned into a long, drawn-out lustful one as her arms wrapped around his body and his moved around hers.
"We have some talking to do. I would like to see your wardrobe. And your make-up is dreadful. You'll need my expert help there, and that wig just doesn' suit you at all."
"Is all this as a friend or what?"
"A lover and a wife. To save any embarrassment later I've told my parents all about you."
"That's incredible," he sighed.
That evening, with John wearing stockings and bra, they made love as they had never done before.
The two days to the wedding soon passed and John had a surprise package delivered by hand with the early morning post. Inside was a pair of white stockings, panties, bra, suspender belt and cami top in white satin and lace. A simple note read "Wear them for me".
The wedding went without a hitch. They were due to fly out to Spain for their honeymoon the following day. Instead of spending the night at the airport hotel as planned, Veronica insisted they stay at John's house.
Watching him undress, she saw he had done as she'd asked. "I like these clothes on you," she said grinning and fondling them. "They feel adorable. I have a surprise for you," she said giving him a large bag.
He opened it in silence and grinned. "It's your wedding dress!" he gasped.
"Now it's your wedding dress."
"But it won't fit me!"
"Try it on," she commanded.
John stepped into it. As he pulled it up, millions of tingling sensations flowed through his body. He put his arms into the sleeves and to his amazement they fitted. Even the zip fastened properly.
"But how??"
"When I changed this afternoon, I gave my dress to a seamstress who quickly did the alterations for your size. Darling, you look almost as beautiful as I did."
"Then you really don't mind?"
We are going to have the best relationship we could have ever dreamed of. Girlish outings, shopping for all those dainty clothes, and above all, the love to go with it."
She clung to his dress, feeling his arms around her back. As they kissed together, the white lace veil slipped over their heads, joining them together for ever.
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