“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.”