Tiffany Anne's Big Day by Tiffany Anne Easton

It was a sunny Saturday morning. I really love the weekends because I
get to wear my weekend clothes instead of the old suit and tie. I put
on my favorite brown cargo shorts and a tank top and stepped into my
well worn brown Rockport sandals. There are lots of things I'm into
doing in my spare time. One of my hobbies is writing stories for a TG
website called "Fictionmania". My Nom de Plume is Tiffany Anne Easton.
I'm not sure where I came up with that name, except that I thought it
sounded so pretty - just the way I imagined Tiffany Anne to be.

Anyway - usually on a nice day like today, I prefer to do outdoor
activities, but for some reason I felt like going to the mall. I don't
know why, but I did. So I hopped into my car and headed over to the
Valley Mall. I parked near the Food Court entrance and proceeded to
walk towards the doors. As I walked through the parking lot, people I
passed kept smiling and saying "Hi Tiffany!", Hello, Tiff!" "Hey,
Tiffany Anne!"

"Odd." I thought. "Why are they calling me that? My name is Paul. And
how did they even know that name?" I just shrugged it off and kept
walking. The breeze was blowing my somewhat longish hair and I could
feel it tickle my back as I walked. A few more people passed. "Hi
Tiffany Anne!" they said. I just smiled and nodded at them. Still
somewhat confused, I approached the glass double door entrance and got
the shock of my life!

My reflection in the glass was no longer that of a young man - but a
young WOMAN! A pretty, young woman. I stopped for a moment and gasped,
bringing my hand to my mouth. It was then that I noticed my long red
fingernails. One of my fingers was adorned with a rather large diamond
solitaire ring. Looking down, I took in the rest of my outfit. Instead
of cargo shorts, I was now wearing a cute white pleated miniskirt that
came to mid thigh. My tank top had become a pretty pink lace edged
camisole with thin spaghetti straps. It hugged my new girlish curves,
accentuated by a pair of modestly round breasts. My brown sandals were
now white with thin dainty straps and 2-inch heels that clicked as I
walked. And my legs - once hairy and muscular - were now smooth and
shapely. My mousy-brown hair was now a long mane of wavy honey-blonde
tresses that came down to my shoulders, and my face was fully made up.

"Oh my gosh!" I whispered, surprised at my now soft, contralto voice.
"Wha - What's happened to me?"

Suddenly, I heard another girl's voice calling. "Tiffany! Tiffany
Anne!"

I turned to see a young girl rushing up from inside the mall. She
looked familiar, but I didn't know from where.

"There you are girl!" she said as she took my hand. I looked at her,
puzzled.

"Tiffany! It's me, Kaitlyn! Your Maid of Honor, remember?" she smiled.

"Oh! Y-yes." I stammered then smiled, trying to make everything seem
natural. Then I remembered! She was a girl in one of my Business
classes at college.

"I'm sorry, Kaitlyn. I guess my mind wandered." I said, still not used
to hearing my own feminine voice.

"That's OK, sweetie." she said. "Every Bride gets a little ditzy while
planning her wedding."

"Bride?!" Wedding?!" I said softly. Then I thought. "I'm going to be a
Bride? As in, getting married? To a man?" I was panicked.

Kaitlyn tugged my arm gently, breaking my thoughts.

"Yes, silly! You - a Bride! And me your maid of honor." she exclaimed.
"And one of my many responsibilities is to make sure you make it to
your gown fitting on time, so lets go, girl." she finished as she
tugged me through the mall towards the bridal boutique. Kaitlyn was
smiling and chattering away as we walked. I was somewhat distracted by
this new sensation of feeling the cool air from the air conditioning
sweep up under my skirt and around my pantied bottom. (I assume I was
wearing women's panties. After all, every other stitch of clothing I
had on had changed). "I never felt like this wearing shorts." I
thought.

"Earth to Tiffany!" Kaitlyn said loudly.

"Huh? Oh, yes, sorry Kaitlyn." I said, coming back to reality. "What
did you say?"

"I SAID - What an absolutely adorable wedding gown you picked out,
Tiffany." Kaitlyn repeated excitedly. "I just love the tiered organza
over the satin skirt. And the lace and embroidery trim on the bodice is
to die for! It's sooo dreamy. And I know that you'll look absolutely
stunning in it too!" Kaitlyn sighed. "You'll be a beautiful bride,
Tiff!"

I just smiled and nodded, confused. I was looking around for Rod
Serling. This was truly becoming the Twilight Zone.

"And the gowns you picked out for us are gorgeous, too!" Kaitlyn
continued. "I simply love the design. And so do Janice, Darlene and
Tammy Lynne. They can't wait to try on their bridesmaids gowns!" she
exclaimed. "Kaitlyn sure was a bundle of excitement." I thought, as I
continued to nod and smile.

"What was happening to me?!" I wondered. "I'm not a girl, I'm a guy! So
why do I look like a girl? And why was I being fitted for a wedding
gown? Who was I supposed to be marrying?"

Kaitlyn reached into her large purse and pulled out a magazine called
"Bridal Hairstyles" and began showing me some pictures as we walked. "I
think you would look simply radiant with this style," she said as she
showed me a picture of a blonde bridal updo. "Don't you think so,
Tiffany?" she finished.

"Huh?" I said, being shaken out of my thoughts again. I looked at the
picture. "Oh, YES! That is VERY pretty!" I exclaimed, trying to sound
as excited as her.

Suddenly Kaitlyn grabbed my wrist and we stopped walking.

"Look, Tiffany." she exclaimed as she gestured towards a young man
walking our way.

"Here he comes! Your fiancee!" she smiled.

"My - FIANCEE?!?" I cried out as I looked to see who she was referring
to.

"You sure are a lucky girl, Tiffany Anne. Jimmy's quite a hunk." she
whispered to me. Then waving toward the young man, she shouted out, "Hi
Jimmy!"

He looked at me and a huge smile broke out on his face. I recognized
him as Jimmy Jensen, another student in my Business class at school.

He approached us and said "hi" to Kaitlyn. Then he turned to me and
with a dreamy look that only grooms-to-be get, he wrapped his strong
arms around my now feminine waist and pulled me closer to him. He
leaned down and kissed me long, letting his tongue entwine in my
painted lips. I was caught off guard and struggled slightly, only to
give in to his strong advances. I began getting light headed as we
kissed. I slid my thin arms up around his shoulders and I melted into
his arms. I felt my new breasts press up against his hard, muscular
chest and my crotch became wet as a multitude of new sensations stirred
inside of me.

He broke off the kiss and just held me in his arms. Good thing too,
because after a kiss like THAT I was wobbling in my heels, trying to
regain my composure. I had never been kissed like that before!

"So, how is my beautiful Bride-To-Be?" he asked with a big smile on his
face. Boy he sure was handsome.

"I'm great now, Jimmy!" I heard myself reply. (WHAT?)

"That's my girl." he said as he kissed my forehead. Then, looking at
Kaitlyn he said, "What are you girls up to today?"

"We're going to have Tiffany Anne fitted for her wedding gown." Kaitlyn
replied. "And you, young man, are NOT to see your bride in her gown
until your wedding day." she mockingly scolded Jimmy.

"Yes Ma'am! Jimmy said as he released me. He gave me a peck on the
cheek and whispered, "I'll call you later princess." Then he smiled and
walked off. I just stood there, still mesmerized over what had just
happened.

We arrived at the Bridal Salon and was greeted by a young attendant.
Her name was Amanda.

"Why, hello again Miss Easton." she smiled perkily. "Your other
attendants are waiting back in the fitting room with the gowns, so if
you're ready, we can get started with your fitting." she finished as
she led us towards the back of the store. I still didn't understand
what was going on. This morning I woke up and everything was normal. I
was a guy looking forward to the weekend. Now, I'm a girl about to be
married, getting fitted for her wedding gown.

Entering the fitting room, I saw the other three girls who were to be
my bridesmaids. Again, I recognized them as other classmates from my
Business course. There was Darlene Williams, Janice Dennison and Tammy
Lynne Sanders. They were already trying on the bridesmaids gowns we
picked out. When they saw me, they got all excited and rushed over to
greet me, surrounding me with warm hugs and kissing me on the cheek. I
just smiled. It was warm and welcoming.

"Ok, girls," I heard Amanda announce. "You all go finish dressing in
your gowns and Cynthia will be with you soon to take your
measurements." Then turning to me, she said "Tiffany Anne, you come
this way while I retrieve your wedding gown."

I followed her to another side of the room. In the corner there was a
tiered pedestal with huge floor to ceiling mirrors surrounding it. I
stood there staring at my reflection. A very cute and attractive young
girl looked back. She was adorable. Someone that I would definitely
want to date. But - she was me!

Amanda returned with my wedding gown. MY wedding gown! She hung it up
and I got a good look at it. Kaitlyn was right, it was simply
beautiful! So feminine, too! I began to shiver at the thought that in a
few moments, I'll be the one encased in this pretty confection of
femininity. Amanda disappeared into another room, only to return a few
moments later with a handful of white, frothy undergarments.

"This is your Bridal Trousseau, Tiffany Anne." she said as she hung
them on various hooks. "Now, shall we get started?" she prompted.

"Oh, sure." I replied. Trying to act like I knew what I was doing, I
reached around to my lower back and found the zipper to my skirt. I
zipped it down and let the skirt fall to my feet. Just as I thought, I
was wearing a pretty pair of shimmery white lace bikini panties. I then
reached up and slipped one strap, then the other off my shoulders and
let the camisole fall to my feet as well. Yep - I had on a matching
white lace bra. It was a front closure wonderbra and it really went far
in helping support my new breasts. I undid my high heels and stepped
out of them as well.

"Oh, what a pretty bra!" Amanda exclaimed. "But we'll need to remove it
and put you in this, dear." Amanda said as she approached me holding a
pretty white satin and lace bridal corset. "Isn't this sooo
scrumptious!" I smiled and began to unfasten my bra and let my pert
breasts free as I examined the corset. It was trimmed with pink ribbons
and little rosettes. It was truly a feminine item, and somehow I knew
that Jimmy would REALLY like me in it. Amanda wrapped the garment
around my torso and began hooking the front busk.

"Now, when wearing a corset like this one dear, you should remember to
position your breasts comfortably in the cups." she said as she shifted
the corset while I arranged my breasts in the satin cups.

"Good, Tiffany." she chimed as she went around behind me. "Now, grab
onto the rail up there on the wall, take a deep breath and hang on
while I tighten you in, sweetie."

I did as she instructed and began to feel my tummy get pulled in and my
breasts push up as Amanda pulled and yanked on the laces of my bridal
corset. I was truly breathless as she finally tied them off.

"There, now." she glowed, as if she hit a new record. "That gown will
look so pretty on you now."

I just nodded as I let go of the lacing bar.

"Now, slip your little garters through your panties, dear while I get
your stockings." she announced as she tore open a package of sheer
white lace top stockings.

I was a little hesitant at first, afraid that my male parts would be
exposed and Amanda would see that I wasn't really a girl. As I slowly
pulled my panties down a bit I froze. I was totally flat down there.
There was a small tuft of blonde hair surrounding my vagina. MY
vagina?!? Yes, I was indeed all girl. There was no trace of my old male
"equipment" between my legs. Sadly, I ran the garters through the lacy
leg openings, then pulled my panties back up.

"These are so pretty, Tiffany." Amanda chirped as she handed me the
sheer stockings. "See, they have cute little wedding bells over the
ankles." she showed me.

"Yes, very pretty!" I replied, still shaken over the loss of my male
parts. "Thank you." I smiled.

I carefully took the stockings and rolled them each up my smooth legs.
There was something so overtly feminine and sensual about doing this, I
thought as I pulled my lacy garter down and snapped them to the dainty
lace tops.

I heard some soft rustling as Amanda approached me with a large
voluminous petticoat in her hands.

"Time for the crinoline, sweetie." she sang. "This will make your
wedding gown full and shapely as you walk down the aisle." she chirped.
"You'll look sooo pretty when we're through. Now, you just stand there
and put your arms up while I slip your petticoats over your head."

I raised my arms just as Amanda raised the frothy slip over my head and
let it slide down my body. The feeling of all that soft taffeta and
netting sliding along my satin corset was incredible. It felt so sexy.
The slip settled over my hips and Amanda tightened the waistband. The
taffeta innerslip felt warm and slithery against my stockinged legs as
I moved, and the loud rustling echoed in my ears. A constant reminder
of the feminine confection I was encased in.

I looked in the mirror again and saw a pretty young woman in her bridal
undies. I still couldn't believe she was me! I mindlessly began
plucking and fluffing my petticoats as Amanda went to retrieve my
wedding gown.

"Pretty sexy, huh?" I was broken out of my daze as I heard Amanda
approach with the gown. "Now, for the big moment," she said. "This is
the big time, Miss Easton. The first time a girl gets to wear her
wedding gown and become a beautiful bride is like none other. It's a
regular rite of passage." she said. "Now, we'll do this just the same
way we put your petticoat on. You raise your arms, and I will arrange
your beautiful gown over your head and onto the crinoline slip. Ready?"
she asked. I looked at her, smiled slightly and nodded, "yes."

Again, I lifted my arms and looked up as Amanda raised the gown over my
head. Looking up through the middle, I couldn't help but think that
this is a view that I never would have had as a guy. Only girls get to
see this and feel these moments. And I was a young girl! A Bride-to be
having her very special moment! I felt the gown slip over and around my
corseted body and Amanda went to work arranging the hem and fluffing
the petticoats. The gown was surprisingly heavy.

"O.K., dear, lets button you up." she said as she went behind me. I
lifted the basque-styled top and held it so that it covered my corseted
breasts while Amanda buttoned me into my wedding gown. I felt her tug
and button as she fastened the last one. I was now fully in my wedding
gown. "I have your shoes, Miss Easton."

"Please! I interrupted, "Call me Tiffany Anne." I said, seeming to
accept the feminine vision that I was.

"OK." she smiled, "Tiffany Anne." Here are your pretty white pumps."
She said as she handed me a pair of 3 inch high heeled pumps. "I prefer
pumps to sandals when wearing a gown like this because there is no need
to bend and fuss with straps. You just slip them on." she smiled. And I
did just that, lifting the skirt and slips, I stepped into the shoes.

And now, the final item," she announced. "Your veil! I realize that
this has nothing to do with your gown fitting, but I thought that you
would like to see yourself in the whole package."

I nodded and she arranged the pink and ivory flowered comb into my long
hair and fluffed out the veil so that it flowed over my bare shoulders.
"Now, follow me over to the mirrored pedestal and we can see if there
are any last minute arrangements that need to be made." she said. I
gathered my skirts and climbed the two steps up the pedestal. I turned
and gasped when I saw myself in my wedding gown!

The gown was an ivory strapless A-Line, featuring a tiered ruffle skirt
made of satin with sweeping layers of organza held up by a dainty satin
rosette. The bodice was a satin embroidered basque with lacy edging
that showed just a hint of my pert breasts and exposed my feminine
shoulders and arms. It truly was beautiful. I truly was beautiful. I
stood there mesmerized and didn't hear Amanda approaching from behind.
Sweeping my veil aside, she gently slipped a strand of pearls around my
neck and slipped a matching pearl bracelet over my right wrist. I
didn't move. I couldn't I was totally stunned.

From behind me, Amanda gently took my bare shoulders. Then, staring at
me through the mirror she whispered into my ear. "You're a beautiful
bride Tiffany Anne Easton. Forget your boyhood. Enjoy your femininity."

Suddenly, the whole room seemed to get darker as Amanda disappeared.
All that was left visible was the reflection of me as a Bride in my
wedding gown and veil. I just stood there frozen, staring at myself.
For a time, all I could hear were the faint, excited voices of the
other girls echoing in the distance. But all I could do was just stare.
Suddenly I heard a new, different female voice.

"Hello Paul. Or should I say Tiffany Anne." She said.

"Huh? Who's that?" I asked. The voice continued, seeming to ignore me.

"Paul. I've seen your stories. You're a very good writer." the woman's
voice said.

"I know that you've often wondered what it would be like to live life
as a girl. You express it well through your writings. And even that
little web site you created."

"So?" I responded. I was still frozen, unable to take my eyes away from
the beautiful bride in the mirror that was me, wondering if any of the
other girls could even hear me.

"So I've decided to give you that chance, Paul." The strange voice
continued.

"But - it's just fiction!" I replied, now feeling scared.

"But it comes from your inner being, dear. Your 'child within'. Or
should I say, your 'little girl within'." She giggled.

"But, I don't really want to be a girl." I pleaded with the voice.

"Oh, but I think you do, Paul. Otherwise, how would you be able to
write so well and express in such detail the feminine experience."

I continued to stare at my reflection in my wedding gown. I began to
tremble at the thought of what my fate would be at the whim of this
strange, female voice.

"Please!" I begged, as tears formed in my eyes. "I want to stay a boy.
I don't really want to be a girl!" I said, sounding more like a girl
and less like a boy.

"Too late, Paul. The cast has been set. From this point forward, you
are no longer Paul Easton. Your past life has been erased and a new,
feminine one has replaced it. You are now who you've always said you
are - Tiffany Anne. Tiffany Anne Easton. You were raised a girl, and
everyone who knows you, knows you only as a girl." The voice said.

Suddenly, my mind began flooding with new memories of me as a little
girl in pretty dresses. I was growing up in the same neighborhood with
the same parents, only instead of being a boy; I was a girl - skipping
rope, playing with dolls, going to Brownie Troop meetings, dressed as a
flower girl instead of a ring bearer for my Uncle Bill's wedding. I saw
myself in a cheerleader's uniform and ponytail, dancing and jumping on
the sidelines of my high school football field. I saw myself in a
pretty prom dress arm in arm with a young boy, my mother waving to us
as we left my house. I even saw myself attending college as a young
coed. Everything was the same - except I was a girl!

The strange female voice continued. "And now that you are a fully grown
young lady, you will be married to a man and experience exactly what it
feels like to be a young woman. And you will remain a woman. You will
be fertile and have cycles like a woman. You will be made love to by a
strong, virile man - just like a woman. That means you will have
babies, Paul. Just like a woman. Only you will no longer be Paul, you
will be Tiffany Anne Easton - a full grown young woman."

"Noooo!" I cried. "Please don't!"

"Paul." The voice now sounded more stern. "Don't be so stubborn. I
could have started your feminine life off with you in a cute little
prom dress on your knees in the back of a limo servicing four guys.
Instead, I wanted you to have a more positive start. And since you have
such an interest in bridal gowns and weddings, I thought it appropriate
to start your journey into womanhood right here - as a beautiful,
blushing young bride. Ready to be consummated to her new husband."

"But - but, it was all fantasy. It wasn't what I really wanted. Please
give me my old life back." I pleaded with her again, still staring at
myself as the blushing bride in her wedding gown. I looked so helpless
and pleading.

The female voice replied, "Oh! So - am I to understand that you really,
truly want to remain a boy?"

"Yes, I do!" I sniffled, hoping for a way out.

"You don't really want to be a girl. You want to stay a boy?"

"Yes, I do!"

"You absolutely want your boyhood back?" she inquired again.

Yes! Yes, I do!" I pleaded.

Suddenly the darkness lifted just as I heard myself say "I do" and I
found myself staring deeply into Jimmy's eyes and holding his hands in
mine. "Very well," a male voice said. "Then by the power vested in me,
I now pronounce you "Husband and Wife!"

I was still in my wedding gown and Jimmy was in a tuxedo.

Then it struck me. I was at my wedding! I had just said 'I do' to
Jimmy! "James," the minister turned to Jimmy. "You may kiss your
Bride."

"Nooooo!" I screamed in my head as Jimmy began lifting my sheer veil.
He tilted my head up and leaned down to kiss me. As our lips met, I
found myself sliding my arms up over his shoulders and started kissing
him back! "What was I doing?!?" I thought. But I couldn't stop myself.
I leaned into him and felt my breasts pressing into his hard chest as
my panties began to get damp. Our tongues intertwined in the sexiest
kiss I ever had! After what seemed an eternity we broke off, the
preacher turned us towards the congregation.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs.
James and Tiffany Anne Jensen."

The sounds of the Wedding March recessional began and everyone
applauded. I turned and smiled at Kaitlyn as she handed me my bridal
bouquet. I lifted the voluminous skirts of my gown and Jimmy and I
began walking arm in arm back up the aisle.

Then everything began to get dark again as the sounds echoed into the
distance. The strange female voice chimed in. "Is it just like you
imagined, Tiffany Anne? It should be. After all, YOU wrote it."

Suddenly, my mind was flooded with more memories. This time they were
of my wedding. How the Wedding March played as I walked down the aisle
as the blushing bride. How it felt having my long, beautiful wedding
gown billow out as I walked. Hearing the taffeta and satin of my
crinoline rustle as it rubbed gently against my satin pantied bottom.
And feeling the gentle tug of my garters as they held my sheer
stockings in place. It felt so fresh, and I felt so utterly feminine.

I recalled how the female guests gushed at my gown and comment what a
beautiful Bride I was. How I saw all my attendants in their gorgeous
bridesmaids gowns lined up at the altar, looking at me. And my groom
smiling broadly as he watched me descend down the aisle. I think he
liked me in my pretty wedding gown. How we recited our vows to love,
honor and cherish each other. How I felt sooo dreamy standing by my new
husband's side while the minister spoke. It was all so vivid. So real.
And I was loving it!! Then we exchanged rings, and I felt my wedding
band on my left hand. And of course, the kiss. Oh, it felt so right!
How? Then our departure to the reception came to mind. How we rushed
through a gauntlet of guests throwing birdseed as Jimmy helped me up
into a beautiful white horse drawn carriage - just like the one Trisha
rode in one of my stories. Only this time it wasn't Trisha, it was me!
I was the Bride! And it all seemed so very real!

Then my memory recalled the reception and how Jimmy held my slim waist
tightly as we danced for the first time as husband and wife. I
remembered feeling his hardness pressing against my tummy as my panties
began getting wet again. He certainly was turned on. And I think I was
too! Then the cake cutting came to mind, along with the garter and
bouquet throws. Of course, Kaitlyn caught the bouquet and Nick caught
the garter, just like in my story. All the guests were having fun
dancing to the music that the band played. It was quite a party.

Suddenly, the memories faded - filed away in my mind. Then the darkness
lifted. I was on my back, feeling a weight on top of me. I looked up to
see Jimmy hovering over me, smiling lovingly down at me. My pretty
manicured hands rested on his shoulders. Oh my gosh! He was naked! I
looked over to see my wedding gown and frothy petticoats draped over a
chair across the room. I then looked down at my body. I was still
wearing my white satin bridal corset, stockings, shoes and veil. My
legs were bent wide open and wrapped around Jimmy's waist.

"This must be our wedding night!" I thought. "And he was about to enter
me! Oh my gosh! He was about to - to, fuck me! Noooo!"

"Are you ready my beautiful princess?" he whispered.

"I - I don't know, Jimmy." I squeaked in my new girlish voice. I was
scared, trembling over what was about to happen. I looked at his huge
member hanging down, pointing straight at my groin. "You - You're so
big!" I exclaimed. I don't know if I can take you."

"It's OK, princess. I'll be gentle." he smiled, trying to re-assure me.
He reached down and I gasped as I felt him rubbing the tip of his penis
against the labia of my new vagina.

"Mmm, you're so warm and wet down there, honey." I heard him moan as he
shifted slightly. "I think you're ready."

"No, Jimmy. Please?" I cried. "It'll hurt."

"Only for a moment, my darling bride. Once I get past your hymen, it'll
be alright." he quietly reassured me.

"Ohhh!" I gasped and arched my back as I felt him begin to penetrate
me. Then he began pushing deeper into me. I don't know if it was my
imagination, but I thought I heard a slight tear as a small jolt of
pain seared through me.

"Jimmyyyyy!!! I wailed. "You're hurting meeee!" He didn't let up and I
began gasping as he pushed his long, hard penis deeper and deeper
inside me. I could feel the walls of my new pussy expanding to
accommodate him. His shaft was thick and I felt it rubbing against the
tender canal of my love tunnel.

"Oh my gosh!" I thought. "I'm taking a man inside of me!" Slowly he
continued pushing until finally I felt our groins touch. Oh my god! He
was all the way inside of me now! I felt so full down there!

"You feel alright, Tiffany?" he whispered.

Tears in my eyes and short of breath, I gulped and nodded "Yes." "OK,
then. I'll start off really slow, and we'll take it from there." he
finished as I felt him begin to pull back out of me. Then he slid back
in. Very slowly he moved - in, then out, in, then out. I looked down
between our bodies and watched as his huge penis disappeared inside of
me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening! I was a woman being
made love to by a man! He began developing a steady rhythm.

"Mmm," I thought. "This is actually beginning to feel good."

He began to pick up the tempo as he thrusted in and out of me.

"Ohhh, oh, ummm, unggh, umm, oh, oh." I started to moan as I began
feeling tiny electric jolts surge through my body. Every time he came
down on my groin, his pelvis rubbed my clittie just right, and more
electric jolts shot through me. As a guy, I never felt this kind of
thing. There was no way to describe it. It was, well - awesome! We
settled into a rhythm and I began to thrust my hips up to meet his
downward thrusts.

Ohhhhh, Jimmmmmyyyy!" I sighed as I closed my eyes and held onto him,
allowing myself to get lost in the multitude of new feelings I was
experiencing. Then I heard that strange female voice:

"Tiffany! Tiffany Anne! Open your eyes, Princess and look to your side.
Look - in the mirror on the wall."

I squinted open my eyes and turned to my right to see a pretty bride in
her sexy, satin lingerie being made love to by her handsome, naked
groom. All the while Jimmy was pumping me as I held onto his back.

"See the beautiful bride that you are, dressed in your pretty white
satin corset. Your veil flowing all around your beautiful hair. Your
stockinged legs wrapped around your new husband's waist as he makes you
into a real woman. Look, Tiffany Anne. Look at the beautiful woman you
are becoming. She looks a lot like your pretty Trisha in the Sissy
Bride story you wrote. Look Tiffany Anne. Now, you are her."

I stared at my feminine reflection for a few moments as Jimmy continued
thrusting. My mouth was agape as I panted in rhythm to his thrusts. I
certainly looked like a lust-filled girl.

"Now, look up at your husband, Tiffany. Look." the female voice said. I
turned back to look at my Jimmy as he continued pushing in and out of
me.

"He is a strong young man, Tiffany Anne. And you are a very fertile
young woman." the voice continued. "Accept his seed Princess. Give
yourself over to him and miraculous things will follow."

A multitude of new sensations were building inside of me and I began
moaning loudly.

"Oh! Oh, oh! Jimmy! Yessss! Yess, baby. Yessss! That's it. Harder,
baby. Harder. Faster! Pleeeeeassseee Jimmy, go f-f-fast-t-t-t-
errrrrr!!!" I moaned in a warbling voice as Jimmy relentlessly pounded
me. From somewhere deep down inside of me I felt a wave begin and
ripple out throughout my whole being. Then with one final, hard thrust,
he let out a yell and slammed into me as we both came! We laid
motionless as he began pumping me full of his baby seed.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" I threw my head back and screamed as wave after wave of
sheer bliss engulfed me. I felt the walls of my vagina contracting onto
his hard shaft as my clitty spasmed. My whole body was racked in a
sexual orgasm the likes of which I never felt before! Jimmy's cock
twitched deep inside of me as load after load of his warm seed shot
deeply into me. Mmmmm, it felt so warm and yummy!

I looked up again and noticed a dainty gold ankle bracelet on my left
ankle. I immediately thought of Kaitlyn. The memory of her giving me
that bracelet came into my mind.

"Now, Tiffany Anne." Kaitlyn said. "The moment he cums inside of you,
the very moment you feel his warm seed erupt and impregnate you, look
up at this anklet and think of me."

"Oh, Kaitlyn. My best girlfriend. She was sooo sweet. And she and Nick
are engaged, too!" I thought.

"Yes, Tiffany Anne - just like in your story." I heard the female voice
whisper.

My orgasm subsiding, I looked back at Jimmy and smiled.

"Oh, Jimmy!" I sighed. "That was so beautiful!" I panted as I hugged
him tightly. Our heart rates began to return to normal and I felt
Jimmy's cock pop out of me as he rolled off of me. I snuggled close to
him and laid my head on his strong chest as he wrapped his arm around
me.

"You are so beautiful, Tiffany Anne." I heard him whisper. "I sure am a
lucky guy."

I closed my eyes and sighed. Somehow, it just felt right.

"That's my girl, Tiffany Anne. Enjoy your femininity. You've always
wanted to know. And now you do."

Suddenly, things grew dark again. I heard faint echoes of voices in the
distance growing louder. There were several of them, two male and one
female, I think. And - another female voice, moaning loudly!

"That's it, Mrs. Jensen." I heard the female voice say. "We're almost
there. I can see the head." she finished.

"That's it Tiffany Anne. Breathe. Breath, then push. That's it.
Breathe, honey. Breathe, then push." I heard a male voice from behind
me. I think it was Jimmy's voice.

I began regaining my senses only to find that I was laying upright on
an exam table in a hospital gown with my legs up in stirrups. I was
breathing and blowing rhythmically as I felt myself bearing down on the
lower part of my body. Jimmy was on my left, holding my hand and
coaching me. Boy, was I sweating! Then it hit me.

"Oh my gosh!!!!" I thought. "I'm giving birth! I'm having a baby!!!"
"No! No!" I screamed between blows and breaths.

"It's ok, honey." Jimmy said. "I'm here. And you're doing just fine!"
he smiled.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"What do you mean 'Just fine'?" I sneered. "I feel like I'm passing a
watermelon!" I breathed and blew again. "What - did - you - do - to
meeeeeee." I cried out as I pushed again. The nurse looked up at Jimmy
and smiled.

"It's ok, Mr. Jensen. All first-time mothers react this way."

"Now, Mrs. Jensen," I heard another male voice. It was my Obstetrician.
"Let's have one more hard push and it'll all be over." He instructed. I
closed my eyes and bore down with all my might. Jimmy squeezed my hand
and wiped my matted hair from my face.

"Aaarrrrgggghhhh!" I screamed as I felt something pass through my birth
canal. I heard a slap, then a baby crying.

"It's a boy, Mrs. Jensen." The doctor exclaimed. I saw him hand my son
to the nurse and she went to weigh him and clean him up.

"Nine pounds, seven ounces." I heard the nurse say. After he was
cleaned, the nurse brought him over to me and gently placed him in my
arms. I couldn't describe what I was feeling at that moment. Only that
I was very happy. And so was Jimmy. The baby was gurgling, then began
crying softly. Somewhat alarmed, I looked up at the nurse.

"I think he's hungry, dear." she smiled.

"Huh?" I said. She gestured to my breasts, which were already showing
signs of wetness. "You're lactating. That's what happens when mothers
hear their baby's crying." she said. Then, turning to Jimmy she said,
"Mr. Jensen, will you excuse us while we feed your son?"

"Oh - yes, sure." he replied.

Then, bending down to kiss my forehead, he whispered, "You are so
beautiful, Tiffany Anne. I love you." He smiled and left the room. The
nurse untied the top of my hospital gown and exposed my left breast. I
held my little baby boy up to it and he latched right on and began
sucking... It felt soooo goood! I just tingled all over as I nursed my
little boy.

"He sure is a beautiful baby, Mrs. Jensen. The nurse said as she patted
my head. "Have you two decided on a name?"

I just smiled down at my new son and whispered, "Yes. Paul. Paul Robert
Jensen." I sighed.

My baby just kept nursing. I sighed again and thought to myself, "I
love being a woman."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Tiffany Anne. You make a beautiful
mother." the strange female voice chimed in.

"Thank you." I thought in response as I smiled.

"I just knew you would. Now, you enjoy your new life Princess. My work
is finished so I must leave now."

I was shocked, and surprisingly saddened.

"Why? Can't you stay with me?" I pleaded.

"Rest assured, little one, I will be around." She said.

And as I felt her presence leaving, she said "Enjoy being a woman,
Tiffany Anne. It's very rewarding.

I just looked down at my baby suckling on my breast. The nurse smiled
down at me.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

I sighed. "Yes," I smiled. "Everything is just perfect."

END