Any resemblance of characters or situations to those of real persons or situations is purely coincidence. This is a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

 

Happy Anniversary!              by: Lisa Elizabeth

 

We had been married for a few years now. We had the traditional church wedding. My wife was beautiful, complete in the full white dress with a long train and veil. ‘A vision of loveliness’ as they say. All the ooohhs and aahhs that were murmured made me feel very lucky to be marrying this wonderful lady.

We settled down into a standard middle class life. House, two kids, a pet hamster, all those things you dreamed of when younger. One thing I always thought about, was to take my wife to Las Vegas and get remarried on one of our anniversaries.

New houses, cars, kids, all seemed to hold priority to this dream. Finally after 20 years of saving ‘pennies’ I had enough to go. I told my wife in February that we would be spending our anniversary in ‘Vegas’. I asked her if she would remarry me in one of the chapels, she said "YES!"

I made the calls and had our tickets and reservations made. We would stay at the ‘Riviera’. A nice place at the end of the strip. I also liked staying there because of the Female Impersonator show they have there. I crossdress and hoped to see the show and pickup some tips from the professionals.

Everything was set and two days before our anniversary we left for Nevada. The flight was great, we cuddled in the plane and talked like young lovers. All the daily cares disappearing as we left the midwest. We arrived at the hotel and all went smooth. Our room was nice, the staff was attentive. We had two days to gamble, sight see and see shows before we renewed our vows.

The first day we did just that. By the time we ended our day it was two in the morning! We decided to get some sleep.

At nine the phone rang! Nicole answered it and said "Thank you". She hung up the phone and told me to get up or we would be late.

"Late for what?" I asked.

"We have appointments at ten. We need to shower and grab a quick breakfast." She replied.

"Appointments? What for?" I asked again.

"It’s my surprise! Now hurry up!" She replied.

After a quick shave and shower we were ready to go. Nicole insisted we eat light so we went across the street to McD’s for a quick breakfast. The Riviera’s buffet would have to wait. We then walked back into the hotel at nine fifty-five, right on time according to my wife. She was walking quickly and it was hard to keep up with her. She headed right for the salon in the Riviera.

As we entered the door a cheerful voice asked "May I help you?"

"We have a Ten O’clock appointment with Joy." Nicole stated.

"Ah... Yes, here it is. I’ll let her know you’re both here. Would you like to have a seat for a moment?" The receptionist’s tag said Candy.

"Thank you." we said together and moved over to sit down.

"So-o-o-o what’s going on?" I asked again.

"It’s a surprise! I can’t tell you! It would ruin it!" Nicole looked at me with a big smile. I knew if I pestered her a little more she would crack and tell me everything. I was just about to ask one more time when we were interrupted...

"Hi, I’m Joy. You must be Nicole and John. We are ready for both of you. Nicole, if you will change in here. John you need to follow me." We walked a little farther down the hall and into a room about 12 by 13. Much larger than the cubicle Nicole was in. "This will be where you work out of. I need you to strip to your underwear and put on this robe, just open the door when you are ready and someone will come get you." Joy smiled. "Any questions?"

"Yea! What’s going on? Nicole has been very secretive so I don’t know what’s happening." I said.

"Since Nicole hasn’t told you I can’t either. I promised. Just go with what is about to happen and I’m sure you will enjoy yourself." With that comment Joy closed the door.

I looked around the room for the first time. There were all kinds of wedding dresses and formal gowns hung on a rack in plastic bags. I knew Nicole would be in here picking out a gown to renew our vows the day after tomorrow. I guess it’s okay to see the gown when you’re only renewing your vows. I went over to a small bench in one corner and proceeded to strip down and put on the robe. It was short and silky, definitely a lady’s robe, but then we were in a lady’s salon! I cracked open the door and a chime sounded. About thirty seconds later a man stuck his head around the corner.

"I’m Rob. I’m here to do your transformation. Shall we begin?" He asked.

"Transformation? What transformation?" I asked.

"We have three hours to turn you into a blushing bride! From the look on your face this must be a surprise!" Rob said.

I stood there speechless. I know my mouth was moving but there was nothing coming out!

"I’m part of the Female Impersonator show here at the hotel. My job, this morning, is to turn you into a beautiful bride. Let’s get started so you aren’t too late for your wedding." Rob said.

"A bride? Me? How?" To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My mind just didn’t seem to be working fast enough. I followed Rob to a booth and was told to lay back and relax.

"I see we have a major deforestation project here!" Rob stated as he looked over my body fur.

I am not ‘fortuitously’ anything! I’m too tall, too heavy, too bald and to say I am furry? Let’s just say that the gorillas get jealous when we go to the zoo! Rob seemed confident it wouldn’t be too bad. He went and got a pair of electric clippers.

"We are going to shorten all this first. Then we’ll remove it the rest of the way. He then proceeded to shave my body hair so there was only a half inch length left all over. It’s amazing but the room got colder! When he was done he used some warm towels to ‘soften’ the skin. He then came by with a jar and pieces of cloth. He also had Candy with him to assist. They started on my legs and waxed off the rest of the hair. This wasn’t too bad on the legs. Even my back was okay, but my stomach and chest? That was uncomfortable. Rob apologized and said that if we would have had a couple of days we could have tried a hair remover, but he was afraid my skin might remain red after using it.

I was now hairless and cold. They had even talked me into a ‘bikini wax’ so I would look nice after the wedding. The final step was a liberal application of a lotion containing Aloe Vera to soothe my tortured skin. It did feel better and very soft and smooth when that was finished.

With that done we moved to another room that was filled with wigs. There must have been a hundred on heads with boxes piled all over with more in them! Candy and Rob were studying my face and then looking at the wigs. Finally Candy grabbed two and Rob grabbed two. They brought the wigs over and we tried them all on to see which would look the best. They finally decided on one that was just a little lighter brown than my own hair and fell to the top of my shoulder blades.

"We can work with this length." Said Rob. " We can do an ‘up-do’ or we can leave it down, depending on the dress she chooses."

"Let’s get going, we haven’t a lot of time!" said Candy.

Next stop was the manicure station. Candy set to work on my toes, giving me a nice salt scrub and foot massage before applying a cherry red polish. She said it was so I would have cute feet. Then I had to sit still while she filed my fingernails and added tips. I have long nails for a man, but not long enough for a lady I was told. When all was filled and filed Candy finished off the nails with a base, color and then a clear coat. My hands actually looked feminine for someone with a size twelve ring finger! They matched my ‘cute toes’ too!

"Let’s go pick out your wedding dress!" said Candy. "By the way, What girl’s name should we call you? Very soon you won’t look like a boy anymore."

"I don’t know. I’ve never thought of a girl’s name for myself. Mom said I would have been named ‘Nicole’, but that’s my wife’s name so I don’t want to use that." I said.

"Let’s pick your dress and then start your makeup. Maybe as you see yourself a name will come to you." Candy suggested.

We made our way back to the room where I had changed. Rob had been busy laying out all the dresses in my size and all the veils to choose from. I was in shock! There were nine dresses to choose from! All in my size! Needless to say they were larger than a size ten!

"I think we need lingerie before we choose the gown." Stated Rob. "It sort of ‘sets the mood’ when choosing the gown." He smiled as he said the last comment.

Rob reached into a box and pulled out something he called a ‘brasselette’ It was sort of an all-in-one body shaper and bra in white lace. It had ‘light boning’ according to the box to slim and cinch the waist. Rob and Candy spent some time doing up all the hooks and eyes on the back. There were quite a few back there. The garment was tight enough that I knew I would need help to get out of it. When I looked in the mirror I noticed that it did help my shape some. Candy handed me a flesh colored blob and instructed me on how to rearrange my chest and place the ‘breast enhancer’ under my own flesh to give the illusion of a bosom. After both were in place I had cleavage!

I was then handed a white lace string bikini. I blushed for real and Rob and Candy excused themselves so I could change my undies. I called them back into the room when I was safely tucked in and covered by what little material there was. I was glad they talked me into a ‘bikini wax’ earlier! We all talked about the difference between stockings and pantyhose. I decided to look at all the styles available since the garters were detachable. I was having trouble deciding but finally got it down to either a pair of lace top thigh high stockings with a flower and pearl accent along the top and a pair of Francisca lace pantyhose. I thought for a few minutes and then decided on the stockings. I decided that I wanted to feel as feminine as possible and couldn’t think of anything more feminine than stockings and garters.

I gently rolled the stockings up my now hairless legs. The feeling was something I had never felt before. It feels very different without hair on your legs. I had some trouble attaching the garters because of the nail tips, but eventually got things hooked together correctly.

Candy carried over some boxes containing shoes. I tried on a classic pump, in white of course, an open toed pump in white and a pair of sandals with a crisscross pattern over the arch of my foot. All three had three inch heels but none were stilettos. They were all a block heel to make it easier to walk in. We all decided that the sandals looked the best. This made me happy because you could see my polish through the stockings.

"Now to pick a gown that looks exquisite on you!" said Rob as he led me toward all the gowns hanging around the room.

"How will we ever pick one out? They’re all so beautiful." I said.

"We start here and try each one on! You’ll know when you have ‘the’ gown on." Said Candy with a knowing smile.

So we started. Sleeveless, short sleeves, long sleeves, lace sleeves. Long trains, short trains, plain skirts and lace skirts, some with pearls, some without. It was a dizzying array of dresses and I was trying them all on! It happened on the eighth dress I tried on. After slipping into it and Candy zipping it up I turned to the mirror and stopped. All I did was stare into the mirror.

"I think she found the right gown!" whispered Candy to Rob.

"How can you tell?" Rob snorted.

"It’s. . . It’s. . beautiful! I absolutely love it!" I said slowly. I never moved from in front of the mirror, I turned one way then the other, finally I turned around as far as I could to see it from the back. This gown was perfect! It had a vee neck line in the front and in the back. There were long net sleeves with rose medallions all along the arms. The bodice fit well and was covered in roses and pearls that faded away as you looked down toward the skirt. In my heels, the skirt stopped about one inch from the floor in front. The hem was covered in lace and pearls to look like ‘Baby’s Breath’. It had a medium length train that bustled very easily. This dress looked good whether the train was down or bustled! I knew in my heart that this was the dress I would wear.

"This is the one!" I told Rob and Candy. " You were right! I knew as soon as I saw it on me."

" Well that narrows down the veil choices. I’ll put these away." Candy picked up four veils to put away.

"Why not one of those?" I asked.

"They have silver or gold in them. They would distract from your dress." said Rob. " I think one of these three will work."

I tried each veil on and after getting it down to two, it was hard to make the final decision. I finally decided on a veil that started as a ring of flowers with a blusher that came down to the top of my dress in the front and in the back hung to my butt. With my hair up it completed the ‘look’. When flipped back it made a lovely two tiered frame for my face. I was looking more like the beautiful bride with every step we took.

"Now that we have the outfit chosen we’ll get you out of it so we can do your hair and makeup." stated Candy.

I was a little sad to be removing my veil and wedding dress. It really makes you feel special when you have on ‘the’ dress. I helped hang up the dress and then slipped the robe back on. I was only in my ‘unmentionables’ after all!

Candy led me to a stylist’s chair across the hall. She had me sit and then started playing with my hair. First she made sure the built in clips were secure on the wig, then she added several bobbie pins to be certain that my hair remained where it should be. Next she combed a part of it forward as bangs and proceeded to trim the hair to a little above my eyebrows. The rest of the hair was pulled back and up to the back of my head, a little higher than a high ponytail. Next she added clips and wound things around until she had it looking like a fountain coming out the back of my head. The final touch was a curling iron to force the hair to curl under in four directions. A little hairspray and the back looked perfect, as if a flower had been sculpted to the back of my head. Candy finished my hair by curling my bangs under slightly and spraying them in place too. When I looked in the mirrors it was perfect from all angles. When we placed the veil on you could still see the flower in back through the netting. My hair was lovely either way!

"We need to do something with your eyebrows! Most brides have two, not one!" Candy joked.

She leaned the chair back and told me to lie still. She grabbed the wax container and some small strips of cloth. As she turned back to me I asked.

"How thin are you going to make them? I have to return to being male after this, you know?"

"Don’t worry. I’m just going to give you two eyebrows and then clean up the bottom edges. We’ll go for the ‘Brooke Shields’ look. Thick but not shaggy looking!" Candy stated as she applied the wax to my brows. Three rips of the wax later I had two shaped eyebrows. She used an Aloe Vera lotion and a cold pack to get rid of the redness. After about ten minutes I looked in the mirror, I must admit I looked a lot different with two eyebrows.

"Now for your makeup! What color dress is your ‘Maid of Honor’ wearing?" Candy asked.

"Maid of Honor? What Maid of Honor?" I asked thoroughly confused.

"I thought a dark purple!" Rob said. He walked into the room wearing a purple dress. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, ‘Roberta’ will be your ‘Maid of Honor’. Do you like?"

‘Roberta’ wore a beautiful floor length gown in what was called ‘grape’. It had a scoop neck with short puffy sleeves a fitted bodice and an embroidered spray of roses from the center bustline over her left shoulder. She carried matching opera length gloves and wore matching pumps. She had done her wig and makeup and looked like the ‘perfect’ Maid -of-Honor.

"How did you do that so fast?" I asked.

"I do this every day! So I have less to do. It’s just like any other woman, only my ‘hair’ is already done before I put it on!" replied Rob.

Candy leaned me back in the chair after I complimented ‘Roberta’ on her gown. She told me to listen carefully to how she did my makeup so I could practice on my own. First she worked with three bottles of foundation until she found the one that matched my skin.

"You want a clear and clean looking complexion, so the foundation has to be the right shade and put on very lightly. It should look fresh, not caked on." Candy told me as she worked. "First we use a ‘beard cover’ to hide the hair on your face. It looks funny now, but after the foundation it will look smooth."

It did look strange seeing an orange color all over my beard area. From there, Candy would mix a little moisturizer with the foundation and apply it slow and evenly to my face to cover it all. She continued down into my upper chest to ‘even out’ the skin tone. Candy then took a translucent powder and brushed it on to set the foundation. After a couple of minutes, she brushed off the excess, and when I looked in the mirror, I had a smooth complexion with no sign of a beard!

"I like to start with the eyes! So lean back and let me do my thing." Candy told me. The chair leaned back and Candy got busy with my eyes. First she used a plum colored shadow on my lid. Then a gray pencil in the eyelid crease. She used her finger to smudge the colors so they blended evenly. Above the lid was a light lavender to help open up my eyes and a small dot of pearl white at the top of the brow. All was blended with her fingers so one color flowed into the next. Then eyeliner in a brown color and finally a deep black mascara. Candy used an eyelash brush on my lashes right afterward to separate the lashes.

"Most women would kill for lashes this long and curly!" She stated. "Let’s finish up here."

She raised my chair upright and proceeded to use a light blush that gave me that rosy cheeked glow of a bride. Then she opened a tube of Cherry red lipstick. The color matched my nails perfectly. First a little lipliner to help keep the lipstick where it belonged, then the lipstick, put on with a brush for better control. This was it, I was turned toward the mirror.

Now to say I was stunning or absolutely gorgeous would be a lie! But I did look more feminine than I had ever looked before. The hair, makeup and lingerie gave just the right illusion that here was a girl getting ready to be married to her true love. I smiled, "Thank you so much! I actually look very nice! I didn’t think that was possible."

I leaned over and gave Candy and Roberta a hug each. I almost cried but remembered to control it so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup.

"We have to hurry, only twenty minutes before you march down the aisle." reminded Roberta.

We crossed the room and I slipped on a floor length bridal slip. It is very full in an A-line shape to hold the dress out like it should be. Then came the dress. It slid on easily and zipped right up. Finally Candy set the veil on my head and pinned it in place. Candy placed a pearl drop necklace around my neck and attached two clip on pearl earrings. A small pearl bracelet completed my jewelry. Roberta stood by the door with two bouquets, she handed the larger one to me.

"Now turn this way and smile for me, both of you." Candy said.

‘Flash, ... Flash ....Flash. "Three pictures, one for each of us." said Candy. "Now hurry along your husband is waiting! Oh, has a name come to you yet? You don’t look like a ‘John’ at the moment."

"I was looking in the mirror and I thought ‘Hi Lisa!’ so I guess ‘Lisa Elizaabeth’ will be just fine." I said.

With that comment ringing in my ears we left the room and headed out the front of the salon. Roberta led me down a couple of halls, people in the casino were looking at us and we received nothing but smiles and ‘good luck’ from all that we passed by. Soon we were at the entrance to the chapel. I was told to wait out in the hall. Roberta went in for what seemed like eternity. I was very nervous standing out there in the hall by myself. But I kept smiling and mouthing ‘thank you’ to everyone that said anything to me. Finally Roberta returned and told me it was time to get remarried.

A gentleman in a tuxedo opened both doors to the chapel, the organist played a very nice piece while Roberta entered the chapel. I was told not to enter until I heard "Here Comes the Bride" start. Then to walk slowly, stopping momentarily with each step, until I reached the front of the chapel. The gentleman in the tux came out and helped put my blusher down, the music began...

I took a deep breath and started for the door. I turned the corner and saw about twenty people in the chapel. Now I was nervous! ‘In for penny...’ went through my mind and I started down the aisle, stopping with each step as instructed. When I was half way through the chapel I could see Roberta smiling and waiting. When I looked on the groom’s side I didn’t recognize the groom! I was three pews from the front when I realized it was Nicole!

Her hair was darker and combed in a man’s style. She wore a classic black tux with a white shirt. Her groomsman was Joy! Dressed the same way as Nicole. Both had sideburns to the middle of their ears and what appeared to be beard shadows! From three pews or farther away we looked like any couple in love getting married.

I was very nervous, to say the least. When I arrived at the front of the church, the man in the tux, our usher, stopped me and lifted my blusher. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and motioned me to move to the altar. I could feel the heat in my cheeks after that and moved carefully to stand next to my ‘husband’.

‘Dearly beloved...’ I remember that part of the ceremony! I remember saying ‘I do.’ I remember Nicole sliding a new wedding band onto my hand. And I remember the kiss she gave me at the end. All the middle parts are sort of blurry and jumbled together, nerves, I guess. Any way, the music started and we walked down the aisle arm in arm, husband and wife!

All during the ceremony there was a photographer taking candid pictures. Now that the ceremony was over, he asked us to come back into the chapel for the formal shots. They didn’t take long since our wedding party was so small. The photographer followed us out and told us that there was a small reception following the wedding and to follow him. We entered a small room and there was a small wedding cake, some punch and a bottle of champagne. The minister, usher, organist, Joy, Roberta and Candy came in to join our celebration. Joy toasted us and Roberta wished us many children, which drew some laughter.

The reception was short but wonderful. Nicole ‘camped up’ removing my garter and I even threw my bouquet. When all was done Candy told us that our clothes had been taken to the honeymoon suite for the night. The photographer said he wanted a few more shots of me being carried across the threshold. This confused me. Nicole is not weak, but to carry me? This I had to see! We went to the suite and the photographer took charge. Did you know that an entire bar stool can be concealed under a full skirted wedding dress? The photo looks like I’m being carried across the threshold, but in reality, I’m sitting on a bar stool and my ‘husband’ is holding up my legs only. He was finally finished and said that our wedding album would be ready for pickup after two tomorrow afternoon. He closed the door on his way out.

Nicole came toward me with a smile on her face. "Were you surprised?" she asked.

"Yes I was. It has been a wonderful wedding and reception. Have I told you how much I love you?" I asked.

"Not since the reception! Now let’s get you out of that dress, we have a lot of play time available." She said with a smile. She slowly unzipped my dress.

"Now Sir! I need to ‘powder my nose’ and we simply must hang this lovely creation up, so it doesn’t wrinkle!" I told her as innocently as I could.

"Very well. I shall assist you in hanging the dress. Then you may do as you wish, my dear." Nicole said formally.

We hung the dress, it was a shame to have to take it off. I went to the bathroom and rechecked my makeup and put on fresh lipstick. I removed the slip so I was only in my lingerie. When I reentered the bedroom my ‘husband’ was in a T-shirt and boxers. Nicole whistled at me, so I did a twirl to show all sides of my outfit. Nicole came over to me and gave me a passionate kiss.

What happened over the course of the evening is best kept between a ‘husband’ and ‘wife’. I’m afraid I would be blushing so badly I wouldn’t be able to type it out anyway. Suffice it to say that when we did go to sleep, there were two people, wrapped in each others arms, with permanent smiles on their faces.

 

Lisa Elizabeth

 

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