Double Wedding

'How do you feel?' Mrs Rother familiar voice asked awakening me from my dream.

I took a deep breath because I knew this was going to sound stupid. There was a long pause and Mrs Rother seemed to shimmer, like the heat haze on the road.

'Don't be shy,' she said calmly, 'tell us your true feelings.'

I feel my face redden and twiddle with some sequins on my dress. 'I... I... I... feel pretty,' I say.

The two ladies grin proudly. 'Very good,' Mrs Rother said, 'I knew you had the right stuff, deep down inside where nobody but I could see it. You'll make the perfect bride all radiant in virginal white silk and lace. If Paula could see you now... She'd be so proud.' but then just as I feel I'm connecting with her and totally awash with femininity, Mrs Rother laughed. 'My arse,' she screamed. 'Paula will be horrified, when she claps eyes on your sissy transformation. You look more of a woman than she does,' and as she flicks an imaginary speck of dust from my skirt Joyce nodded, picks up the camera and takes even more incriminating photos.

'That's not fair,' I cry, 'I'm doing this for you. It was, if I may recall your idea.'

'Nonsense you're doing this because you want to be a woman and you love dressing in lingerie and a dress.'

'No, no,' I cry but deep down there was some hint of truth. Unbeknown to me I had a yearning that I had with held and Mrs Rother had unwittingly unleashed it. I was enjoying every moment and she knew it. I sighed, ran my hands over my skirt and realised if asked I would have happily traded my masculine life to one of femininity. I wanted to stay at home, wash, cook, clean and mother children, it was most peculiar. I shifted my weight awkwardly from one foot to another and rubbed my nylon-clad legs together so that they rasped alluringly.

Mrs Rother grinned then almost spat the words. 'You're a pathetic sissy and you don't deserve my daughter.'

'N... N... No, that's not true,' I stammer yet I knew I wasn't saying it with conviction.