Bride to Be               by: Paul G Jutras

I was walking home from my best friend’s wedding when a magazine cover on a news rack caught my attention. The ad mentioned a web site dating service. I had always heard of computer dating services during the last few years, but never anything like that.

As soon as I got home, I logged on and began surfing the net. It didn’t take me long to bring up the site that was mentioned on the magazine cover. The homepage had a list of female names from around the world and summaries of what they’re like. What surprise me was no pictures of what the girls looked like. I figured I just have ask for one in E-mail.

Moving the curser over to the name of one that sounded like the type of woman I’d like to meet, I clicked and watched as the E-mail box came up. I wrote a little message requesting a picture and giving info on myself. When done, I printed out the page and circled her summary with a magic marker so I knew who was writing back to me when I get a reply. I simply figured that if she sent me a picture and I didn’t want to set up a meeting I could lock her out of my mailbox and wouldn’t hear from her again.

That evening when I logged back on the computer said : YOU GOT MAIL!

I brought up them letter from 21 year old Karen and downloaded the picture. She was gorgeous. At the bottom of the letter was two boxes marked YES OR NO with the question "Do you want to see me in the flesh?"

I immediately click on YES. I just had to wait for a reply to tell me where and when to meet. I decided to leave the computer on while I got something on. I had hoped that I would be get a reply by the time I finished. As I left the computer, I didn’t notice the screen was flickering.

Normally I had something big for supper. Chicken and rice or steak. Tonight I only felt like a small salad for some reason. I fixed it and slowly ate it. While I ate, I notice my nails were longer that before. "I need to trim them." I thought to myself.

When I returned to computer, chewing a banana, I saw I still didn’t have any new mail. I was about to drop the peal on the floor when my arm moved over the waste can and dropped it in. I then notice how dusty and dirty the house was. I began to walk about the house dusting and vacuuming like some kind of housewife.

Unlike many of the TG stories I had read on the web, the changes in my body didn’t happen right away. It happened so slowly that I didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. It started with my nails being longer than I had remembered them. If I wasn’t using housework to exhaust myself while waiting for a mail reply, I might of notice I was getting shorter in height. Finally exhausted, I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke the next day to see that I still had no mail. With a sigh, I decided to log off the net and turn off the computer. I was too exhausted to notice my now three in long nails were painted hot pink. Nor did I notice that my toes were the same way as wondered about in matching pink robe and slippers. I went into the bedroom and slipped up a pair of silky nylons over my smooth legs and added a slip and bra I stuffed with rolled up socks. Putting on a blouse and skirt, I stepped into a pair of black 3" pumps that I wobbled to the mirror. Primping my hair, I grabbed my purse and wondered off to work.

As I got on the subway, a man was kind enough to offer me his seat. He stood and we began talking. I found him quite sweet and for some reason felt my heart go pity pat in my chest. "Would you like to go out with me miss?"

"Miss?" My mind thought as I found my mouth moving into a smile while I said "Yes."

Going into work, I found people were staring at me more than normal. I couldn’t understand why. While I could of sworn I worked in an office, I took a seat outside of a office with my long nylon coated legs crossed. The tips of my finger nails ran across the typewriter keyboard as I did some filing, coping and other secretary duties. I couldn’t understand why I kept thinking of myself as being something more important than a secretary.

After work, I went home and removed my heels and nylons. I soaked my sore bare feet for a half hour and then started to get ready for my date. By this time I didn’t need socks to fill up my bra. I had full C cup tits and a pussy to match. The cold shower watch made my nipples go erect and a wave of pleasure surge through my now slim petite frame.

Panic shot through my mind as I checked my purse to make sure I had everything and came across my driver licence. It said my name was Karen and that my age was now 21 instead of 25. It was then that I notice the playboy on the table was replaced by Cosmo and Women’s World. The rest of the house was very feminine now too.

When Carl came a calling on me, I flashed him a pleasing smile as he hook my arm with his. He escorted me off for dinner and dancing where he got down on knee and asked me to marry him. As much as mind wanted to scream no, my mouth said yes. I realized that the computer dating web page had done it work even better than I thought it would. I made a lovely bride and wondered if the guy who caught my garter would be the next man to find the web site I did. It did seem how the material magic worked.

By the time honeymoon was over, almost all memories of my male life was deleted from my brain. I had just enough time to send this tale to one of the TG sites I still recalled before the last of my male brain was gone forever and I was nothing but Carl's loving wife forever.

THE END

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