The Boy Bride

by Belinda Bee

 

Prologue

Jamie had confessed to his mother at the kitchen table on his longing to dress as a girl. It had been huge gamble but one that had paid off. His mother had listened to her only child and accepted, even embraced, his revelation. In the following weeks, each evening was spent helping her son learn to apply makeup, shop for some personal items such as underwear, and generally indulge in some girly activities. The relationship between Jamie and his widowed mother blossomed, although to friends and neighbours nothing had changed.

Then something that was to change their lives forever occurred. Jamie's mother confessed she would like to dress him in her own wedding things. Thus, a day was set aside for when they thought they would have extended privacy.

 

"Breath in, darling" said Mother, as she heaved on the laces yet again.

Jamie exhaled what little breath remained in his lungs and gripped the bed end tighter, careful not to dig his freshly painted nails into the wood, his fine knuckles turning white and the silicon falsies squeezing up and creating cleavage.

"How much more, Mother?" he wailed.

"That's it. 23 inches" said his mother, as she tied off the laces and tucked them into the rear of the boned-satin corset "and now you look like an hour glass"!

Sitting Jamie on the side of the bed, mother rolled the white, lacy silk stockings up first one, then the other leg. Jamie shivered, the cold silk electrifying his smooth-shaved legs. He stood again whilst his mother attached all four garters, feeding them beneath her son's ruffled satin panties and taking care to straighten each one in turn, before she slipped Jamie's feet into 4" white patent-leather heels.

"Okay, lets go to the main bedroom" said his mother.

As Jamie turned to follow his mother, he caught a glimpse of himself in the wardrobe mirror and his heart missed a beat: There was a centrefold stunner, a picture of beauty and purity. The constriction of the corseted waist created the illusion of flared hips and buttocks, complemented by his naturally long and shapely legs. Transfixed as he headed out the door, he half-tripped on the carpet and stumbled momentarily, prompting his mother to chuckle…

"Watch your step and concentrate, honey. I'd hate to have to take you down to emergency with a broken ankle dressed like that!"

Jamie blushed, realising he'd been spotting gawking at himself. He tried to focus by walking as his mother had trained him all week: Short steps, a slight sway of the hips, hands by the sides, fingers pointed and together.

Entering his mothers room his pulse quickened. On the hanger beside the vanity hung his mothers wedding dress, a beautiful combination of satin and lace, puffy short sleeves and an enormous sea of the 12 foot train below. At the end of the bed sat a huge mound of taffeta with a satin inner with a small hole in the centre, looking much like a snowcapped Mount Fuji: The Crinoline!

"Okay honey" said his mother taking his hand for balance, "step over and in. Careful now!".

Jamie did as he was told, stepping with first the right foot then the left. Standing inside the mound, Jamie watched his mother as she then stooped and grabbed several drawstrings and pulled the crinoline up around him. It was so quick he barely had time to realise before his mother was tying it off around his narrow waist. It was absolutely enormous and had a life of its own as it swished, swayed and bounced at the slightest movement. Layer upon layer of tulle created a massive bell-like profile flaring out from his waist to the floor a yard or more from his feet in all directions. The Satin inner rubbed gently against his stockings, preventing any chafing.

"Okay, kneel a moment so I can get the dress over you. Normally your bridesmaids would combine to do it standing, but we'll have to improvise".

Jamie carefully knelt, half-guessing where his feet and knees were, eventually propping on both knees within the mass of material. Meanwhile his mother had slipped the dress of the hanger and, trailing the train, positioned it immediately behind him with the zipper down. In one sweet movement she the billowing dress up over his head and floating down upon him. Jamie instinctively slipped his arms through the short puffy sleeves and stood up as his mother motioned him to do.

Mother spent several minutes, brushing, patting and preening the dress into place, working first across his torso, then the skirt proper, ensuring it fell evenly over the crinoline, the hem just clearing the floor by about half an inch.

"Perfect! A perfect fit" she chuckled as she zipped Jamie in and closed the eyelet at the rear of the dress.

 

Jamie was staring at his reflection in the main mirror, stunned yet fascinated by his transformation. The girl staring back at him was beautiful, refined and elegant. A fantasy story princess just waiting to be carried off. Then he heard his mother sobbing and turned to see her crying, tears streaming down her face. Jamie made his way to her, struggling under the multiple layers of his gown.

"Its okay, darling" reassured his mother. "I'm just being silly. Seeing you looking….well, so beautiful was more than I had imagined. And you have taken me back 20 years!" She held up her own wedding photograph. Jamie nearly fainted! He was the spitting image of his mother all those years ago. Still, he was his mothers flesh and blood, shared her complexion, brown eyes and general facial features.

"Come downstairs and we will have a drink" said his mother, taking his hand and leading him carefully from the room to the landing. She gestured for him to descend whilst she gathered the train and followed, the sea of material spilling from her arms.

Jamie, his dainty and fingerless gloves sliding down the rail, took each step carefully. The heels were not a problem but it was unusual for a boy not to see his own feet and, moreover, take such small steps. Finally reaching the bottom, his mother allowed the train the drop the floor once more and ushered Jamie into the lounge.

Sitting him down upon the sofa, she went to the bar and poured them both a sweet sherry, returning to sit beside her boy-bride son. He sipped carefully, unable to fully come to terms with his situation.

Here he was, a picture of femininity; encased in satin, lace and tulle; listening intently to his mother, who was offering titbits of advice on movement, posture; and encouragement. He was also aware of something else!

Beneath the gown, layers of tulle and tucked carefully inside his ruffled panties, something was stirring. "OMG"! he thought, panic stricken. "Not here, not now". He desperately tried to think of other things. He focussed on the picture on the wall, only to see his mother's wedding photo – so reminiscent of himself! He looked at the buffet, only to focus on the porclain figurine of Marie Antoinette tightly laced and volumously petticoated – hardly helpful! He looked away, only to see himself along side his mother reflected in the mirror – a blushing bride and proud mother of the bride, sharing a last moment! Then it happened.

As anyone knows ejaculation, when held off, is liable to express itself in a far more violent manner. Despite Jamie's attempts to ignore the inevitable, a mini-Krakatoa took place deep beneath his dress, petticoats and inside the ruffled panties as his stiffie jerked uncontrollably: And it continued for what seemed an eternity. Constrained in his corset and unable to replenish his lungs, Jamie felt the life drain from him. His mother noticed his scarlet colouring and expressed concern for him. He attempted to allay her fears but, with a wave of emotion crashing over him, burst into tears and admitted that he had 'messed' himself.

His mother embraced him tightly and noted reassuringly that girls often got "wet" down there. She told Jamie that there was no problem – the ruffled panties had an extra thick lining that was designed for just such an event and that he should not panic but relax. She raised her feminized son's veil, wiped his tears gently so as to not disturb his makeup and held his hands in hers whilst he regathered himself.

Then the unthinkable happened.

The kitchen door closed with a bang, the doorbell jangling loudly. Jamie shifted urgently to his feet, not knowing what to do – there was no way he could get to the stairs without whoever had just entered meeting him in the hall. He was trapped!

Then Melissa Tuscan appeared. Melissa, 24yo graduate of law and future highflyer. Her mother and Jamie's were lifelong friends. Melissa, raised in Dubbo, inner New South Wales, had moved to Sydney to take up a junior position with a legal office in the CBD.

Soon after Melissa had commenced boarding at their home (at the personal request of her mother), Jamie had been besotted by her. Jet black hair in a bob, dark eyes, good figure with a slightly oversized but firm bottom, she was a revelation to17yo Jamie. He would have done anything for her. And now this; this disaster!

Melissa stood at the door for what seemed an age, looking at first Jamie then his mother, unsure as to what to say. Then, hesitantly, she said "Am I interrupting? Sorry, but I finished up with a client early and….well, I thought I'd come home and relax". She continued to eye both mother and the "bride", then asked "Do I know you"?

At this point, Jamie's mother took over.

"Yes, you know her. Know her very well in fact. Its Jamie".

Melissa's eyes grew as big as golf-balls. "Jamie? Oh my god, JAMIE! How did you, I mean why….JAMIE!

"I think I'll make us a cup of tea" said Jamie's mother and quickly left for the kitchen. Jamie, already filled with embarrassement, sat stunned and defeated. What to do? How to retrieve the situation? As far as he could see, he was lost.

Melissa, unbeknowns to Jamie, had her own designs on him. Her womanly instincts helped her quickly understand his plight and she moved quickly to capitalise.

"You are…" she breathed "absolutely beautiful". Then, moving closer, she embraced him. Raising the veil she kissed him deeply, exploring his young mouth with her tongue, before withdrawing and whispering into his ear "Will you marry me? Would you be my boy-bride, to love and obey, forever?"

This was too much for Jamie. He was shaking with disbelief. But he found himself responding haltingly – "Yes, Melissa. I will be yours; if you'll have me."

EPILOGUE

"Janie" and Melissa were married several months later after he turned 18 and Janie did become Melissa's boy bride. Janie's mother, taken aback at first, quickly warmed to the idea of a union between her son and her friends daughter, whatever the role ramifications. The wedding dress was altered, Janie was permanently moved into female guise and given a 24/7 course in roles, deportment and behaviour. Small doses of 'medication' were administered to assist matters but sparingly. Melissa made it plain she wanted an active bride! Nevertheless, early teen breasts were apparent, hips were noticeably flaring and buttocks fuller. Janie was beginning to fill out his growing wardrobe of skirts, pants and tops nicely!

On the big day Janie 'messed' herself five times! Little did she know that his mother and Melissa had contrived to heavily starch the ruffled panties in which his genitalia was encased and had even sewn in a lace insert to cradle the boy brides shaved scrotum, ostensibly for support. Moreover, his mother had sneaked a Viagra pill into his breakfast that morning to assist with matters.

Consequently, he spent a frustrating and exhausting day ejaculating into his panties at intervals. Once whilst being made up by the beautician, in which she kept cooing and telling him how pretty he was: In the car on the way to the church surrounded by the three bridesmaids (Melissa's best friends) who deliberately kept brushing the front of his dress on the pretext of 'fluffing it up': At the alter as Melissa lifted his veil for a deep kiss and whispered how beautiful he looked and what a marvellous girlie bride he made: At the reception during Melissa's speech on her feelings towards Janie, and finally at the rented beach house with the blinds open to the sea as Melissa claimed his virginity with her strap-on attached, Janie on all-fours on the bed still in his finery with dress and pettis raised over his back and panties slightly lowered. Initial pain subsiding, the smoothly shaped dildo buzzed as Melissa worked away, grasping his hips and reiterating how much she loved him and how beautiful he was. The climax, when it came, was simultaneous.

After collapsing on the bed, Melissa then assisted him to undress and get into bed. To Janie's embarrassment Melissa souvineered his panties, explaining with a smile "my keepsake for this memorable day". She then rode him, missionary style, to an earth-shattering orgasm. Totally spent and exhausted, Janie fell asleep in the arms of his mistress and protector.

Janie's new life was just beginning. What was life as a boy-wife going to be like?

To be continued….?

  

  

  

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