My name is Jenny, well actually it's Johnny, and I'm a 25 years old crossdresser. I have been crossdressing since I was a teenager. My parents are oldfashioned churchgoing people so I had to do it very secretly. I used to try on my mothers dresses, terrified of getting caught. In fact, I was to terrified to enjoy it. The fact that my father always spoke badly of homosexuality made me even more terrified. It was against the will of God, he used to say. There was no way that he could accept a crossdressing son. It got much better when I got a job and moved away from home. It is, since I'm still living there, a small apartment. Here I could dress as I liked, but still in secret. What would the neighbours say if they knew? I never used makeup so I quickly could change back if someone rang the doorbell, and my clothes where hidden away so I was prepared if my parents came to wisit. However there was a waterhole, a Trannie-shop, where I could buy clothes and other things. It was a little bit to far away. But on the other hand the risk of running into any friend or relative was minimal. As a matter of fact I always travelled far away from home to buy female clothes. The Trannie-shop also had a changeaway service. It meant that you got transformed into a woman and could stay some time in the shop, or sit in their lounge reading trannie-magasines. I did it sometimes. It was fun buying skirts and dresses and talk about fashion dressed as a woman.

The big, in fact VERY BIG, event came last summer. It was a Monday and the first day of my vacation. I had decided to be a bride. I felt a certain tension in the shop when I entered. "Hello Jenny, what can we do for you today" one of the girls in the shop said. "I want to be a changeaway bride" I answered. Suddenly it became very silent and everyone was looking at me. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked. "Of course not!" I paid the fee and got a receipt. "CONGRATULATIONS! You are changeaway bride number onethousand! We are going to do something special for you." "What?" I asked in a silly way. "Can't you guess? A complete wedding ceremony of course. Are you free this weekend or the next?" I didn't have any plans for the summer and was free both weekends. "then you are getting married on Saturday!" "What, you mean a real wedding?" "No, but it will be a very realistic wedding-fantasy." she answered. "Follow me, please."

I was transformed into a beautiful woman and dressed in a summer dress. Then we sat down around a table and started planning the wedding. Some pictures was taken of me. "who are you going to marry?" she asked. "what?" "The groom of course! You're not marrying yourself, are you?" I hadn't thought about this. She was right of course, but who was I going to marry? I couldn't ask one of my friends. They would regard me as crazy, or worse. "I don't know." I answered. "We can get you a groom. Do you want a male or a female groom?" "I…" I started thinking. My first choice would have been a woman - I'm heterosexual - but then we would look like a lesbian couple at best. It would look more normal with a male groom. "A male groom, I think." "I understand. Now, what type of dress do you want?" We started looking in a couple of bridal magazines. We talked a lot about bridal fashion and also about my husband to be. What kind of man would I like to marry? After half an hour Caroline, that was her name, got up on her feet and said: "Come on now. We are going out shopping!" "What, don't you have bridal gowns here in your shop?" "Of course, but you deserve to have a real one!" She dragged me out of the Trannie-shop. I was more than a little scared since I never had gone out in public before. A man with a camera was waiting in a car. He got out of the car and came towards us. "Hi!, My name is Bill and I'm a photografer for TvFashion, it's a trannie- magazine." "Yes, I know. I have some copies at home. BTW, my name is Jenny." "Well, Jenny. TvFashion is paying for your wedding together with the Trannie-shop and we are going to cover it in the next issue." Bill took a couple of pictures of Caroline and me and then we got into the car and drove away. We stopped outside a bridal shop and got out of the car. We entered the shop after a short look in the shopwindow. A woman welcomed us and Caroline introduced me as Jenny and told her that I needed a gown for my wedding. This was the start of a divine afternoon. I finally decided which gown I liked to wear on the day of my wedding after trying on at least a dozen of wedding gowns and a couple of evening dresses. It was a fantastic gown with a full skirt and a long train. The price was also fantastic but Caroline paid without hesitation. "Nothing but the best for you on your wedding." she said after spending a small fortune. We got out to the car again. The woman in the shop never noticed that I was a crossdresser, or perhaps she was told in advance to give me that impression. After returning to the Trannie-shop and changing back to Johnny again, Caroline handed me a couple of papers. "there are always a lot of paperwork before a wedding." she said and pointed on a dotted line. "Sign here and here!" I signed the papers. "See you on Friday afternoon then". Caroline and Bill had told me that they were going to arrange a party for me and my groom, so we could get to know each other before the wedding. I went home that evening with a strange feeling. A really strange feeling that it was going to be a REAL wedding and not a fantasy.

I couldn't sleep that night. Weird thoughts was going through my mind. I was completely satisfied as it was. Spending an afternoon trying on wonderful gowns. Bill had been taking pictures all the time, lot of pictures. Did they really buy the gown for me? It did cost a fortune. And a wedding ceremony with a reception and party afterwards? That isn't for free either. And how can they arrange something like this in just a week? And how did Bill know about me? I hadn't told anyone that I was going to visit the Trannie-shop. Why all this for just a fantasy, if it is a fantasy? Can it be a real wedding. Am I really going to marry someone, be someones wife. No, that's stupid, they can't do something like that. Things like that only happens in bad TV-fiction written by amateurs. I decided to sleep and, of course, wasn't successful.

Friday came and I arrived at the Trannie-shop as agreed. "Welcome!" Caroline said. "You are going to meet your future husband today." Once again I was transformed into a woman. This time I was dressed in an evening gown. I remembered it from the bridal shop. I looked at myself in the mirror. "WOW! Is that me?" "Just you wait until tomorrow! Then you can say WOW!" Caroline replied. Bill arrived, as expected, and asked if I was ready. "Yes, I think so." I answered. "how do you feel about all this?" We started talking about weddings and crossdressing and other things while Caroline changed for the evening. Bill was already all dressed up. He was taking notes all the time. Suddenly Caroline appeared dressed for the evening. She called for a taxi. Bill took some pictures again while we were waiting for the taxi to arrive. It arrived after five minutes. "come along Jenny. Your husband to be is waiting."

Twenty minutes later we arrived at a restaurant, an expensive restaurant. To my surprise there were five men waiting there for me. "Well, we didn't know exactly what kind of groom you liked." Bill said. "It's up to you to choose!" We were introduced to each other. It turned out that I already knew one of them. His name was Peter and we went to the same school some years ago. "It is you! It really is you!" he said after taking a cloose look at me. We all sat down at our table and ordered something to eat. We talked a lot about ourselves. The purpose was of course to find out which one was the most suitable groom. An orchestra started to play in the evening when most guests had finished their meals. It was time for dancing. I danced with all five of them but it was soon clear to me that Peter was the right man. Peter was of the same opinion and gently dragged me out into the garden at the back of the restaurant. There he got down on his knees and proposed. "Do you want to be my wife?" he asked. "Ye… yes I do!" my voice was trembling. He got up again and picked up a small box from his pocket. It contained an engagement ring and he put it on my finger. Then he kissed me. I hadn't kissed a man before, actually I hadn't even danced with a man before. Strange but not at all unpleasant feelings emerged. I kissed him again. We returned into the restaurant and found that the four other men had disappeared. Bill asked Peter to propose again so he could take pictures of it. I took the ring of my finger and gave it back to Peter. Then he proposed again, I said yes, was given the ring and ended up kissing him for the third time. We spent a romantic evening together with Caroline and Bill somewhere in the background. Finally it was time to go home. Bill ordered a taxi. I wasn't surprised to find out that I was going to spend the night in a hotel, not even that fact that it also was an expensive place. A nightgown was waiting for me in my room. I took of my clothes and put it on. After preparing myself for the night I went to bed. I didn't sleep much that night.

Early next morning I heard someone knocking at my door. "Rise and shine! Time to get up!" Caroline's voice was singing. I got up and opened. Caroline and Bill entered my room. Caroline who was dressed in a dressing gown ordered me to take a shower and to shave. Not just my beard but also my bodyhair. She would help me with my back. I got into the bathroom and started doing what I was told. Caroline came into the bathroom after a while dressed in a bikini. She started to help me with the shaving of my body. When she had finished helping me she returned to the room. I took a towel and started drying myself. When I got out of the bathroom I saw Caroline preparing my lingerie. She was again wearing her dressing gown, her wet bikini was hanging on a chair. I sat down on my bed. I caught a glimpse of Caroline's nude body under her dressing gown and to my big embarrassment got an erection. "Oh, my! What are we going to do about that! Maybe a very cold shower?" Caroline joked. In the next moment she pushed me back on my bed, took of her dressing gown and jumped up on me. Without any hesitation she started to make love to me. I looked at Bill. He looked embarrassed like he didn't know what to do. Caroline made a sign with her hands in front of her face that couldn't be misunderstood and Bill started to take pictures. I looked in Caroline's face. She enjoyed every moment and Bill's camera made her go crazy. She really liked being photografed in bed with me and I was absolutely sure that those pictures would be published somewhere. I wasn't the only one whose fantasy came true this day. Later, when she had cured me of getting erections - at least for the moment - it was time for me to get dressed. First I had to bend the cured part of my body back between my legs and put on some sort of restraining panties. "there is an opening here, so you don't have to take them off when you're in the ladies room." Caroline explaned and demonstrated. Then came the rest of the lingerie and fake breasts. Finally it was time for my corset. It was tight enough just to take it on, and then Caroline started tightening it even more. I could hardly breathe when my body was forced into a hourglass shape. She finished with a little makeup and a wig. Then I had to put on my dressing gown and a pair of slippers. "Now it is time for you to go down to the beauty parlour. It's in the basement." Caroline and Bill followed me down. "Oh! Look, the bride!" said the woman in the beauty parlour. Caroline disappeared. "Who is the amateur that tightened this corset?" the woman asked. Then she tightened it like crazy. I still can't understand how I survived. After nearly killing me it was time for the petticoats and finally the wedding gown. She helped me to put it on and buttoned it up in the back. "Please, sit down here." She said and pointed at a chair. I sat down and she put a towel around my neck to protect my gown from getting stained. She took of my wig and started with the makeup. It felt like it took an eternity. Then it was time for my wig and the headdress and the veil. She also helped me with some jewellery. Finally I was ready. She ordered me to stand up and close my eyes. Then she walked me towards a mirror. She told me to open my eyes. "TA-DA!!! What do you think?" I could hardly speak. It wasn't me in that mirror. It was a bride ready for her wedding. Caroline appeared dressed as a bridesmaid. Bill said he had to get more film after finishing the one in the camera and left the room. While bill was away Caroline talked to me about what was going to happen during the day. Bill returned ten minutes later more properly dressed. "It's time!" Caroline said after looking on her watch. I lifted up the train of my gown and we left the beauty parlour. The people in the hotel lounge smiled and cheered as we passed by. Outside the hotel a Rolls Royce was waiting to take me to my wedding.

I got into the car together with Caroline to the clicking sound of Bill's camera. The car drowe away. I could see people looking at the car and us inside as we got closer to the church. Caroline talked about the ceremony. Finally we arrived at the church. I had expected a small church or a chapel, it turned out to be more like a cathedral. The bells started ringing as we got out of the car. Bill arrived in another car and was ready with his camera. Another man was there with a video-camera. Some other people was there telling us that everything was ready. A man came towards me and introduced himself. He was to play the role of father of the bride and he took my hand. We started walking to the entrance. The organ started to play as we entered the church. Oh my God! It was full of people. I felt their eyes looking at me as we slowly walked towards the altar where Peter was waiting. I couldn't recognize any of the guests. Maybe someone from the Trannie-shop or perhaps from TvFashion, but no one exept me was crossdressing. All women looked like real women and all men looked like real men and… What? Oh no! Peter's parents was there and… No! It can't be possible! Some other friends from school. Terrified I started looking for my parents. I couldn't find them but I knew them well enough to know that they never would agree to something like this. Their absence made the whole thing seem more real. Finally Peter and I was standing in front of the altar and the priest started the ceremony. At first it seemed to be a normal ceremony until… "Since Jenny isn't Jenny's real name yet, we are going do the ceremony twice. First Johnny and then Jenny!" the priest dropped the bombshell. Oh no! It was a REAL wedding. I panicked! What to do? To my horror I didn't do anything. I was as glued to the floor. "Do you Johnny take this Peter…" the priest started. With a trembling voice and a heart beating like crazy I answered "I do!". A tear was running down my cheek. When Peter had made his vow it was time for the next surprise. "Do you Johnny promise to live as Jenny for the rest of your life, so help you God?" "I… I do…" I started crying softly. Then we married as Peter and Jenny. We said our vows and Peter put a ring on my finger. "Now you may kiss the bride." the priest smiled. Peter carefully lifted my veil and kissed me. The people in the church cheered. Cameras where flashing. Peter kissed me again. Finally it was over, the organ started playing again and Peter and I slowly started walking. Outside the church people was cheering and congratulating us. Peter's father took my hand. "Oh, look at you! How wonderful! I remember you from school." He started. "Peter has always liked to surprise us, but this is… I'm so happy!" I couldn't say a thing. I was to shocked, and what did you say to your father-in-law in a situation like this anyway? Caroline was there smiling and cheering. After a while she made a sign and pointed on her watch. It was time to go. Peter and I entered the Rolls Royce. Caroline sat in front. "Why?" I asked as we drowe away. "Why not?" Caroline replied. "you can always get a divorce if it don't work out. We can arrange a quick one." she continued. "but you shouldn't start your marriage with planning for a divorce. It would be a self-fulfilling prophecy." Peter kissed me before I could answer. "As a matter of fact you are not changeaway bride number onethousand, you are number onethousand and fifteen." "But the fourteen before you were either already married or looked to male to pass as women. Furthermore you have always been talking about how you wanted to live as a woman full-time." She was right in a crazy way. I felt the corset squeezing my body, saw my skirt with all the petticoats and the train filling up most of the back seat of the car. Peter looked funny, like he was drowning in a white ocean. The smell of my perfume found it's way into my nose. The glittering of my jewels and the ring on my finger played in my eyes. I was Jenny, a bride and Peter was my groom. We were husband and wife now. Another tear started on it's way down my cheek.

Finally, the car stopped outside a photo-studio. It was time for the official wedding photos. We entered. They were expecting us so everything was ready. The photografer showed us where to stand. First he took pictures of us alone, then together. "Now, kiss your husband, Jenny!" he said. How strange it sounded, the word husband, and how right. I was going to live the rest of my life with him. I kissed him. "Perfect! A picture of true love!" the photografer said.

After the photo session it was time for the reception. Again a lot of people was cheering and congratulating us. We were given a lot of presents. The reception was followed by a dinner and dancing. I don't remember much of this since I was in what might be called a state of shock. I felt Johnny fading away somewhere inside of me. It was like the corset, painful and wonderful in the same time. I loved being a bride, wearing a beautiful gown, having a wedding. Getting married made it all complete. Finally the day ended and it was time to…

Caroline and Bill followed us to our room. Peter lifted me up and carried me over the threshold. We were alone with each other. A surprise was waiting for me. There were packed suitcases, two of them was marked Jenny and, Oh my… a passport with a picture of me as Jenny and my name. And two tickets for our honeymoon and money for our expenses. Peter started to kiss me and began to unbutton my gown. Call it a ceremony or a tradition or whatever, but there is only one way to take of a wedding gown on your wedding night. Or more precisely, there is only one thing that follows after taking it of. I became a woman that night. I was only wearing my wig and makeup and some of my lingerie. And my corset of course. Peter demonstrated that the opening in my panties could be used for other purposes than visits to the toilet. While my corset was squeezing my body into a female shape Peter made his best to squeeze my mind into an equally female shape. It wasn't much left of Johnny in me. Suddenly I felt his thumb pressing against the restrained part of my body. "I want to make love to you in a more normal way, darling!" Peter started. "An operation is included in the package!" he pressed harder. He stopped and he told me to turn around. He remowed the condom he had been using for hygienic reasons. It was clear what he wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and did that and Johnny was squeezed out of me. Finally it was time to sleep. When I took of my corset my body was full of red itching pressure marks. Totally exhausted I fell asleep in my husband's arms.

Next morning we went down to the restaurant to have breakfast. After that we returned and started packing, getting ready for our honeymoon. I felt strange, no, the fact that I by now totally accepted the situation felt strange. I was happy, really happy like every newly wed woman. Peter called for a taxi and we went down to the reception. The taxi arrived and we entered. "To the airport!" Peter said. To my big surprise we didn't arrive at the airport, no we arrived at the Trannie-shop. Everyone was waiting. "SURPRISE!" "What?" I started trembling. "Did you like your wedding-fantasy?" Caroline asked. "You mean that…" "Yes, of course. Didn't we say that it would be a very realistic wedding- fantasy?" "Yes, but… I, you mean I'm not married?" "HA! HA! HA!" "No, but it was our intention to make you believe you were." I should have guessed. I felt like someone who just had made a big fool of himself and then heard a voice saying "Smile, you're on candid camera!" "don't be angry." Caroline said. "We will offer you compensation."

We went into the Trannie-shop and sat down. It turned out that it wasn't just the Trannie-shop and TvFashion that had paid for the wedding-fantasy. A travel agency was also involved. They were famous for adventure travels like mountaineering and parachuting. Now they had started arranging adventures for transvestites and other similar groups and wanted my opinion. "You could have told me what was going on!" I said. "And you could have given me the choice between real and not real!" "Do you want it to be a real wedding? Unfortunately that isn't possible, not this time." "Well, I don't know but…" "As a matter of fact we have been thinking of something like that. We have a package where the customer can work as a waitress in a restaurant for a month. If the customer likes it and all goes well he… she gets the offer to stay permanently." "Yes, something like that!" "BTW! I hope you understand that this has to be kept secret." "Yes!" I answered. "You can guess what the media will do if they get to know about this. Some of our packages containes stuff more indecent than crossdressing men." "And our wedding night wasn't… Oh! Of course not." Caroline whispered something about a package for exhibitionists. Finally I was offered the package "Holiday in skirts" as compensation.

It was something like a honeymoon without a husband. I missed Peter in the beginning but when I thought about it I felt relieved that I wasn't married after all. For three weeks I lived as a woman in a small apartment. I got some telephone numbers to call in case of an emergency or if I wanted help of some kind. The travel agency had made sure that I had something to do. They wanted to know what was good and what was bad about their adventures for transvestites and I was told to write down everything that came into my mind. When I wasn't out shopping or just having fun I was writing like crazy about my wedding. I only used my real name when I telephoned my parents to tell them a little collection of lies about what I was doing. It sounded strange to hear myself saying "Hello, it's Johnny". Actually, the weeks passed quickly as always when you are having fun.

Finally it was time to go home. Now, where are my male clothes? I realised that I didn't have any men's things to put on. The only male objects among all my skirts dresses and lingerie were the things I use for shaving. They must still be in the Trannie-shop. I decided to go home as Jenny. It was a little scary, but considering the other things I had done, it wasn't too scary. Nobody seemed to take notice of me. I opened the door and entered. I was home again.

It was soon clear to me that someone had visited my apartment when I was away. No, not a burglar, they remove things. Someone had put the wedding presents in my living room. And a photo album and a video cassette from the wedding on a table and bottles of champagne in my refrigerator. I wasn't surprised to find my wedding gown hanging in my bedroom, and… Oh yes, it had been a burglar after all. Someone had stolen all my men's clothes and… replaced them with women's clothes. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I got terrified, who could it be? My neighbours? My parents? Or… I hadn't had this kind of feeling since before the wedding, why? I opened, it was Caroline. "Hello, again!" she said as she entered. "How do you like your new life so far?" "My new… what's going on?" "Didn't you make a promise to live as Jenny for the rest of your life?" "Yes, but…" We started talking. It turned out that it was Caroline that was behind everything. She had won a large sum of money in a lottery and had decided to spend some of it on a dream she had: to turn a man into a woman. She was interested in art and sculpture and, inspired by the famous musical 'My fair Lady', got the idea to make a work of art herself, sculpting someones life. She showed me her plans. It started with finding the right man, that's me, and ended with an operation, no, it ended after the operation, when I for the first time had sex as a woman. I couldn't get more female than that. "Don't worry. I can afford to turn half a dozen men into women." she said as if it was the economical problems that worried me. Caroline went into my bedroom and made a sign in the window. Then she started to prepare my wedding gown. "Can you take of your clothes, please!" she said. "What's going on now?" I asked. The doorbell rang again. This time it was Bill and Peter. Caroline let them in before answering my question. "You did make a vow to live as a woman the rest of your life. I just want you to do it again, now that you know what's it all about." I was turned into a bride again, while Bill and Peter was moving furniture in my living room. Finally everything was ready for the ceremony. "Do you, Johnny, promise to live as Jenny for the rest of your life?" "I… I do!" I answered with tears in my eyes. "Do you, Jenny, promise to let me, Caroline, turn you into a woman according to the plans I have made?" She gave me papers with the plans and told me to read them before answering. "… I… I do!" I started crying. And now it's time for champagne!

Epilogue.

All this took place almost a year ago. A lot of things have happened since. Telling my parents was as bad as I feared, despite the fact that I told them a very censored version of the story. My neighbours and friends however were more positive and I managed to keep my job. Of course there are some gossiping and talking behind my back, but that's only normal. As I told in the beginning of my story I'm still a crossdresser. However I don't feel like one anymore. I'm maturing as a woman and it has become completely natural for me to dress in skirts and put on makeup. I have had my beard and bodyhair removed and I have been taking female hormones since shortly after my second vow. Caroline wasn't satisfied with my breasts so she sent me to a plastic surgeon to get silicone implants. She nearly laughed herself to death when I told her that I now look like Dolly Parton. The only thing left for me is the operation to make me a woman. Despite the fact that I'm not a transsexual, I haven't found any argument against it. As a matter of fact, when I started to think about an operation in the same way as other people are thinking about getting large tattooes, as a way to express one's personality, I realized that there was no saying no.

The doorbell is ringing. It's Caroline. She has come to take me to the hospital.