Double Wedding

However, I have to say, you have nobody to blame but yourself. This may probably the shortest wedding in history. Goodbye. It was hardly a pleasure having known you, but most certainly an education.' and with that she hauls the panties over my butt even further and the hard object presses against my most intimate opening as if an arrow head stretched on a bow. But this was no slender arrowhead and as it teased my opening I could only guess its girth. I gasp as she cups my gusset and presses it firmly, with no remorse into my passage with one long smooth movement.

'Bend further over,' she barks pushing it deeper into me. 'Did you honestly think my daughter wants a complete sissy as a husband? This little extra feminisation will be the final straw. There is only so much girlie behaviour even my daughter can endure in a man.' She slaps my buttocks and my muscle stretches and my eyes water with pain. 'Call this a wedding present from your new parent-in-laws' she laughs and pushes it fully in place with a satisfying slap.

I stand motionless filled to capacity as a new feminine sensation flows though me. I feel defenceless, submissive and hopelessly like a woman, I totter on my heels, off balance as my tiny cock suddenly twitches and quite inexplicably I gasp and dribble my excitement into the foundation panties. Guilt must have shown on my face but Mrs Rother ignores it.

'These padded dildo panties are so functional but not very pretty,' she chirps holding out a fresh pair of panties for me to step into. 'Lets cover them up with something pretty we don't want to spoil Paula's surprise do we?'
My eyes where still watering. They had performed miracles in more ways than one. I now had a fleshy backside that was unmistakably female and the ivory coloured chiffon dress now clung to my every curve. Plus any drop of masculinity that hadn't been wrung from me over the last few months squeezed out like water from a bed sheet fed through a Victorian mangle.

I should have argued my case, stood my corner but I was strangely drawn to my new image and thirty minutes later my mother-in-law took my delicate manicured hand and waltzed me back into the reception hall. I say waltzed but the new shoes, dress and plug took some getting used to. Yet despite the discomfort I rather enjoyed the sensation.