Bobbie's Wedding Getting Ready by Jamie B
'Time to get you ready Bobbie! she exclaimed, and look who I have found to help us.
I turned, my stomach opening into a bottomless pit, when I saw my beautiful Kaitlin standing in the doorway. She burst through with her usual enthusiasm, arms flung wide open to envelop me. Her skirts swishing against her sheer stockings.
'Darling, I'm so happy for you', she gushed, pulling me to me feet, her perfume stirring memories I would have rather left buried on this humiliating day.
'Who would have thought you would be a blushing bride before me. I'm jealous', she pronounced kissing me on the lips.
'Let me look at you, she demanded', holding me at arms length,
'Bobbie, you are absolutely gorgeous, Reagan is going to cream himself when he sees his beautiful bride'.
'Oh Kaitlin', I sobbed, tears running down my cheeks, 'I didn't want you to see me like this, I love you'.
'And I love you darling', she replied cradling me in her arms, 'but we both know you were never much of a man, you'll be so much better off in panties darling, and this way we can still be friends, share girls secrets, and when our babies come along, we'll be even closer. My only regret is that you didn't ask me to be your maid of honor'.
My mother interrupted, handing me a lace handkerchief. 'Now dry your eyes, dear, we can't have a puffy eyed bride. How about Kaitlin stays to help you get dressed'?
'Oh please, Bobbie, pretty please. I'm just dying to see you in your gown'.
What could I say. I could never refuse this gorgeous girl anything. Dabbing my eyes, I nodded. I had never been so humiliated in my life. But there was worse to come, as my mother commanded me to hold up my arms. She took the lacy hem of the satin slip she had loaned me during my makeup session and slipped it up my body, carefully over my bee-hive hair, revealing me in my intimate lingerie to my former girlfriend. It took all of my remaining self control to stand there, perched shakily on my satin pumps with four inch heels as I watched her take in my budding breasts contained and molded by my strapless bustier, my nipples hardly covered by the lace flower edging that made the garment so humiliatingly feminine
Her hands flew to her mouth. 'Oh my god, Bobbie, your wearing Aubade lingerie right'?
I nodded. My mother adding, 'tell Kaitlin we selected the Volga collection dear'.
Then to Kaitlin, 'its just so feminine and lacy, we thought that when Reagan sees his bride stripped out of her gown in such lovely lingerie it would make up for Bobbie not being quite complete'.
'Turn around darling, See Kaitlin what's so nice is the gorgeously lacy front high cut panty, but cut away at the back to accentuate Bobbie's little tushie. Imagine Bobbie bent over the bed presenting her husband with that sight. I don't think it will take long to get this marriage consummated eh Kaitlin'? 'Mum!' I protested over the giggles.
'Your mum's right Bobbie', Kaitlin insisted between giggles, 'you look so sexy in your garterbelt and stockings plus that killer panty and bra set. Knowing Reagan his cock will be to the hilt in your bottom before you can get your panties off'.
I blushed to the roots of my lacquered, flower encrusted hair, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. My humiliation was complete. I was standing before the girl of my dreams in my bridal lingerie with vivid images of her on my bed, totally naked, legs wide open, as I gave my everything to satisfy her with what I now knew was a totally inadequate penis.
'But you know what is so freaky Mrs. Smith? Bobbie's lingerie is the exact style I have chosen for my wedding trousseau!' 'Well I never', my mother exclaimed, 'I always knew you two were kindred spirits, just not meant to be man and wife.'
'I know what you mean Mrs. Smith', the love of my life replied, as if I was not there. 'I tried so hard to love Bobbie, in spite of himself, but I always knew there was something missing. Now I'm engaged to Neil I know what it was'.
'I know what you mean dear', my mother replied conspiratorially, 'My Fred was hung like a horse. Some days I could hardly walk, but I never complained'.
They giggled, completely oblivious of the tears running down my cheeks.
'Oh Bobbie'! Kaitlin chided, turning her attention back to me. 'Stop blubbering. I still love you, but as a sister. Now dry your eyes you silly goose and lets go tinkle'.
Taking my hand she led the way to the ensuite bathroom. 'I'm just have to go' she said flicking the back of her dress up and wriggling her panties down before she sat.
'Youre embarrassed'? More a statement than a question, as I tried to ignore the sound of her urine stream hitting the water.
'I nodded', not meeting her gaze.
'Bobbie, you're a girl now, and girls are much more open about their bodies than men. Of course just with other girls'.
'Kaitlin, I'm sorry, I'm just not used to the idea of being a girl. I didn't even want to be one, especially with you'.
'Now Bobbie, I'm going to get angry with you. This is your wedding day, and you are the bride. What could be more feminine than that? My god', she exclaimed, reaching at the same time for a piece of toilet paper, 'in just a few hours you are going to be filled up with your husbands sperm, cleaning his sticky cock with your mouth, parading around in your sexy nightie trying to tease him hard again so that you can get some more cock, and you have doubts about being a girl'?
'But, Kaitlin', I protested, 'we were lovers. How can you forget that'? My words delivered with all the pain, hurt and humiliation I felt. Standing up, she rearranged her underwear. Turning me around, she deftly slipped my panties down around my knees, then gently but firmly pushed me down until I was sitting on the toilet, the seat still warm from her shapely bottom as she continued to lecture me.
'Bobbie, think back, the only time I ever expressed any satisfaction with our love making was when you went down on me, right'?
I nodded, ashamed to admit the truth.
'That's right', she reaffirmed breaking my heart, 'your cock was pathetic, as pathetic as your lovemaking. Tonight when Tom drives his cock into you and your writhing like a fish on a line, part agony, part ecstasy, all passion, wanting more, holding your breath waiting for his next thrust, totally submissive to his desire, think back to when you were on top of me, with that pathetic excuse for a cock just inside me, and you'll realize that the committee's decision that you should spent the rest of your life in panties, on your back, servicing a virile man was right'.
'You silly fish', she chided, suddenly changing tempo. 'You're so lucky to have a second chance'.
Then lowering her voice conspiratorially, 'once were both back from our honeymoons there is nothing to say we cant spend the odd afternoon in a nice fluffy bed pleasuring each other with our tongues. Who knows we might even put on a performance for our men to spice things up a little. But make no mistake about it; you're a cunt just like me. You are nothing more than tits and ass to the world Bobbie. So like it or not, the only cock in your life from now on will be pumping cum into your hole'.
I broke down completely, my body racked by sobs. It was like I had died, the images she was painting were so vivid. I was doomed to be a female, a sperm receptacle and sex toy of virile men. This was my life, I thought wiping away a tear with a manicured finger, my vision filled with my lacy panties stretched between my nyloned legs. Every sobbing breath I took constricting my breasts in the prickly lace cups of my bra, reminding me of my fate.
My pee started, and it seemed as if the last of my manhood flowed into the toilet with the urine. Urine that I noticed smelled different since I was on the estrogen treatment, and for the first time I accepted the finality of my femininity.
Tearing a piece of toilet paper off the roll Kaitlin folded it up before handing it to me. 'Always pat yourself dry', she advised. 'You might as well practice for when you have your final anatomy'.
I flushed and pulled my panties carefully back into place over my garterbelt.
'Ok lets get your makeup repaired', she said, taking charge.
It took ten minutes, but when we emerged from the bathroom, I felt and looked like a new women. Sad, maybe, regretful of what might have been, but resigned to my fate.
'Well', my mother said, 'we were about to send out a search party. Girls we have a wedding to go to. Come on, we can't have a naked bride'. Adding with a giggle, 'Well not just yet anyway'.
'Ok, sweetie', she directed, 'over here, bend over and hold on to the chair'.
I made my wobbly way over to the high backed chair, wondering if I would ever feel secure walking in high heels, especially on thick carpet, and grasped the chair back.
'That's right honey', mother encouraged, 'now step back a little and stick your bottom out'.
'Mum', I protested, as I felt my panties being slipped down.
'Darling, this is for your comfort', she assured me as what I took to be a finger probed my sphincter. Then something popped in, propelled deeper by her insistent finger.
'What are you doing'? I cried, a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort, as she repeated the operation.
'I just inserted two suppositories', she informed me, completing the task by wiping my crack with a cold wet wipe, then pulling my panties back into place.
Turning, I asked why. It just seemed that my 'special' day was one to be indignity after another.
'After the ceremony', she explained, holding a frothy crinoline open for me to step into, 'there will be opportunities for you and your husband to be alone for a few minutes'. Kaitlin offered a steadying hand, for which I was grateful. Then as my former girlfriend drew the crinoline over my hips and fiddled with the waist tie, my mother continued.
'Unless I miss my guess, Reagan will be like most grooms, anxious to try out his new wife, you may find yourself with your skirts up, bent over a table in a corridor, or service room. When a man is in a hurry he doesn't realize it takes a girl time to lubricate properly to be able to receive his cock comfortably. The suppositories help with the lubrication problem and they have a little anesthetic as well'.
'Mum'! I protested, 'Reagan will be a gentlemen and wait until we're in the bridal suite'.
'Don't be so sure', she cautioned, a smile on her face. 'On my wedding day, I was sitting in the loo taking a pee, when your father burst in, a raging hard-on, and demanded I suck him off'.
'MUM'! that's disgusting.
'Not really darling, I thought it was quite sexy actually. There I was my skirts piled up around me, still peeing, as I swallowed your father's huge cock, my bridesmaids giggling and sneaking a peak. A wife for less than an hour, and the vicar on the other side of the wall. Ooow, look at you', she said stepping back. For the first time I had to agree with her that I looked very nice. No. Virginally sexy. My legs and underwear teasingly visible through the semi-transparent upper section of the crinoline, hinting at pleasures yet to be revealed. This was complimented, as the crinoline ballooned out with 200 meters of tulle flouncing in three layers, to give my gown its fullness and the hint of feminine frills under my outer skirt. I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror, knees shaking, hardly able to believe that the image I was looking at. The confection of silk, lace and satin, that was me. My stomach, churning as I alternated between my image and watching my Mother and Kaitlin take my wedding gown off the door hanger, out of its bag, and prepare it for fitting to the very blushing bride.
Thank goodness all that was required of me was to stand still as the gown was passed over my head. That was trial enough, the frothy skirt first bunched up then when it reached my hips, then sitting snuggly as my mother fell to her knees fluffing it out so that it fell to the carpet enveloping my crinoline.
Meanwhile Kaitlin held the brocade bodice up indicating I should pass my arms through the spaghetti straps, while she stepped around behind me, bringing the gown together and slipping the zipper up into place. I was a bride in my gown! Demure and virginal, no hint of the delights that awaited the exclusive use of my husband. No hint that nestled in the crotch of my very lacy, very feminine panties lay a nearly useless, laughable male appendage, the last visible sign of my former life. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to ruin my mascara. I brushed them away, very conscious of the false eyelashes that gave me the doe eye look the make up artist said complemented my facial structure.
I suspect Kaitlin and my mother knew my fragile state. The final stages of my dressing progressed quickly. A pearl necklace, a present from my husband to be was draped around my neck. Matching earrings were quickly slipped into my freshly pieced ears. My mother sprayed the air with a heavenly perfume (Chanel 5 I would learn later, my husband's favorite), and then directed me to walk into the mist. While I held out my hands for my mother to fit the dainty wrist length lace gloves and tie the ribbon bows Kaitlin fitted my headdress into my hair.
I pursed my lips for a fresh application of my lipstick, the waxy taste still foreign as I heard the opening strains of music through the door.
Kaitlin pecked me on the cheek, whispering, 'Goodbye and good riddance Bob. Good luck and love to my beautiful Bobbie'.
My mother pecked the other cheek, 'Now you be sure to make your father and I proud of our new daughter, and enjoy your life as a dutiful wife'.
I went to move towards the door, when my mother called a halt. Dropping to her knees in front of me she had me hold up my skirts as she snapped a wide blue and white ruffled garter around my right thigh, just below my stocking top. Fluffing it out she pronounced me ready, smoothing out my skirts as I let them fall back in place.
With that Kaitlin dropped the blusher veil over my suddenly chalk white face handed me my bouquet and I took my first steps into my feminine future.