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“Look at us.” Joe said. “We look like two women…I mean, I guess we ARE
two women.”

“But if they change you back, it can be like it was, can’t it?” Linda
asked.

“If that happens, I still want to get married…that is if you still say
yes.” Joe smiled.

“I’m ready as soon as you can arrainge it.” Linda assured him, tossling
the hair of his hairpiece.

Joe reached up and quickly but carefully pulled the wig off, and tossed
it on the low table in front of them.

“This darn thing is hot and irritating.” Joe said. “I guess I look
better with it, but I sure wish I didn’t need it.”
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“Linda, am I…are we…ah…er…becoming lesbians?” Joe asked.

She looked at him. “Do you feel like one?” She asked, smiling.

“I don’t know.” Joe said. Although he was still feeling the effects of
the drinks, he had still had trouble talking about his new feelings.

“I realize that I can’t be a man…I just don’t look like a man anymore,
and I guess I don’t feel like one either, at least the not way I should…when
I’m with you. I think I’m still changing…still turning more female…and I
really don’t know when it will stop, or what I can do about it.” Joe said.
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Jay left, leaving Joe alone with Linda. She came over to where he was
seated, and started massaging his neck. It felt good, but Joe was becoming
uncomfortable being around her…touching her. He wasn’t sure why, but it was
a strange thing to deal with. He just didn’t know how to handle it.

Joe leaned back, and looked up at Linda. She smiled lovingly as she
looked into his eyes.

Mel and

Carla gave us a bottle of champagne. Ron said, “She may need

that.” Then Lulu gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an

envelope and a beautiful long flowing nightgown which I was

told to hold up. Then I opened up the envelope and read out-

loud the note inside.

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I heard Lulu call out, “Come on, you two, save it for
the honeymoon.”
“Very funny, Lulu,” I thought. “Don’t make jokes like

that in front of everyone.” Just then Ron gave my hand

another squeeze, and I blushed.

We all laughed as we went through the typical cake-

cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts.

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His arms were around me, pulling me tight against him.

He was so strong. My hand was on his back and I was pulling

him closer. I was really kissing him, and what a kiss! Then

the music started, and everyone was talking at once. Lulu was

hugging me, telling me how proud she was of me, asking how I

felt. Before I could answer, Carla gave me a kiss, saying

what a beautiful wedding it was.

What did she mean by that? I wasn’t nervous now. i was

just plain scared. What had Lulu cooked up this time? Just

then I heard the music begin, my cue to start down the isle.

When I looked down front, there stood Carla and Lulu, smiling

at me. On the other side stood Mel, his mouth was wide open.

I was hoping that meant he was Impresses with how I looked. I

nearly fainted when I saw the man next to Mel. He was about

six feet tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to

me. Where had Lulu gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I

was?

“Gee, I thought you’d be wearing a tux,” I said, “not

dressed like the maid of honor.”

“Oh, no,” Lulu laughed. “I said Carla was your attendant

I’m your maid of honor.”

“But you are the groom!” I exclaimed.

“I can’t very well marry another woman. Remember you’re

the crossdresser in this family, not me.”

“Then who’s the groom?” I was getting worried now.

“Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day,”

Lulu said turning to leave. “See you down front. Don’t forget

to say your “I do’s” nice and loud.”

Carla walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and

said, “You are a very beautiful bride.” Then, barely holding

back the laughter, she added, “I’m sure you’ll make him very

happy. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

She was beautiful and she was my next door neighbor. Her name is Donna, and
she came over to welcome me to the building. We had a cup of coffee and some
cake she brought over, but she had to run. Going to her dance class she said.
I had taken some dance, so I asked […]

I am a cross-dresser who has for years enjoyed looking

and acting like a woman. Lulu, my wife, started to enjoy this

side of me once she discovered how easily she could dominate

me. She likes to expose my transvestism to unsuspecting

souls.

At first it was something simple like holding panties up

to my waist while shopping for lingerie. But it has

progressed to her telling me to buy specific items like a

pink bra, a red garter belt or a black teddy. She also

insists that I tell the sails clerk that the items are for

me. i will be severely punished if I don’t comply, so when we

go into the lingerie department and asked what we’re looking

for, I will answer, “A pink bra. I wear a 36A.” It never

fails to raise eyebrows. I love the embarrassment of it all.