Newly Wed

by Peg Thebois

 

Sheena and I had a beautiful August wedding, the sky was cloudy but bright, which was nice for her family and our friends who were assembled on the veritable sea of emerald grass behind the church, pleasant but not too hot. My brother Daniel, my only living relative, stood beside me as my best man. I had spent a bundle on the wedding, but I could easily afford it, my brother and I were the whole owners of a network of 4 radio stations in the city. When Sheena came down the isle she was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen before, she was not a woman, she was an event, a phenomenon, truly she was a religious experience.

I was enraptured with every facet of her I discovered, and so in the following months I used my time and considerable wealth to indulge her every whim. On our honeymoon she fell in love with a poodle which belonged to a relative that we visited briefly, so I bought her a breeding pair, both of impeccable lineage

Around mid-October I told he about a function being held by an important sponsor of a competitor station, which I, as well as all the other station owners in the city, had been invited to attend. It was a costume affair and the year before the station he currently did most of his advertising through had impressed him by attending in the most outlandish costume of the year. I figured if I could outdo them this year we would get his business, a six figure contract easily, unfortunately Daniel was the creative one in the family, that was why he did much of the creative work around the station. I just went in once a week to organize the various managers and sub-managers for peak efficiency, a task at which I was similarly gifted to his creativity.

Sheena just smiled at me and told me to leave everything to her. She measured me all over, enough that she could have made a scale model of me without me being there, and refused to tell me any more. I did, however frequently see her on the phone and she went out often, bringing packages with her more often than not, which she spirited away, and try as I could I couldn't find. I also noticed the phrase "I'll see you on the 31st" ended no less than a dozen of her phone conversations, and she spent a lot of time in her private study doing I can only guess what.

By the time Halloween came around I was starting to get anxious from her secrecy and her comments that I should not worry, her idea was a sure thing to be the most outrageous. I took her word for the matter and merely hoped that all the time and effort my lovely wife had invested in this would pay off.

Sheena caught me as I was getting out of the shower, baby-faced at her instruction. She kissed her hard and deep, and then led me naked into her study, at first I thought she might be considering a quick roll before we started preparing, after all we had several hours. My jaw dropped as we stepped in, she had totally redecorated the room, a huge mirror hung on the wall over a desk laden with bottles, jars, and other female paraphernalia, and in the center of the room was an odd padded table. But what really shocked me was that the room was already occupied! A blonde girl, around 19 years old, was standing beside the strange table, she was quite pretty, dressed all in white with her hair braided and worn up.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to cover my privates, but Sheena giggled and pushed me into the room playfully. "Don't worry, Anya here is a professional, I see her once a week. She's going to help you get ready for the party tonight."

My mind was reeling, "See her where? How will she be helping me prepare?"

Sheena stroked my hair and gently pulled my hands away from my groin. "She's my beautician. As for what she's going to do I'll let her tell you herself."

Anya smiled at me, "We're going to wax you today."

"Wax...me?" I wheeled to face Sheena, "What kind of costume is this?"

I felt my resolve start to crumble almost immediately as Sheena cuddled up to me. "Come on," she cooed in my ear, "I've put a lot of work into this ." She took her hand and led my hand to her wonderful, shapely thigh. "Besides, don't my legs feel sexy?" She slid my hand over her smooth supple flesh, and I nodded dumbly. "Now you want to be sexy for me and win that contract don't you?" I was melting in her hand, feeling her beautiful thigh under my fingers so I gave in and nodded. She kissed me even more forcibly than before, driving her tongue into the back of my mouth tickling my throat, it felt like she was devouring my soul, and it was the touch of ecstasy. Breaking the seal of our mouths was like breaking concrete and we both gasped deeply when we separated. "Be a good boy and co-operate with Anya, while I go get ready." She said, and walked out of the room intentionally swaying her ass for me to admire.

Once she had left Anya patted the table beside her for me to climb up, "Come on missy, let's get started." Sighing I laid down on the table, it was obvious she intended to put me in a dress, and fighting the whole way would be a waste of time. After all this was for Sheena, and I couldn't deny my beautiful new wife anything, and this might just be outrageous enough to win that contract. I readied myself as Anya pulled out a jar of warm wax and started to spread it over my fairly hairy leg, just above my ankle. Once she had gotten a smooth even coating she took a strip of cloth and plastered it to my leg in the middle of the gel. She looked at me, "Are you ready?"

"As much as I ever will be," came my reply. I was wrong. When that little blonde girl grabbed that cloth and whipped it off I swear it was a grizzly had hold of my leg. My mouth hung open issuing a scream of such volume I didn't think it possible that it came from me. I looked down fully expecting to see raw flesh and blood. Instead I saw my leg, slightly pink and devoid of hair but otherwise fine.

"Oh be quiet," She scolded. "Such a baby." Within a minute the fierce agony had become a slight stinging sensation, then she started to wax up a second strip of my leg.

By the time she was finished my first leg I was getting through it with only a mild curse or two under my breath. By the end of the second it was nothing more than a quiet grunt. Then she had me turn on my belly so she could wax the backs of my legs, which hurt even more than the front, but I managed to remain nearly silent. Finally that ordeal was over, or so I thought, she even helped me up into a sitting position, but then to my dismay she started to apply the wax to the back of my wrist. Many minutes of the same pattern followed, wax; tear, wax; tear. This was followed by a slathering of my chest and underarms with shaving cream, and she set to work attacking me with a razor. Once she scraped away the last whisp of foam and with it the last of my chest hair she wiped me down with a warm damp cloth and then went to get Sheena. "Stay put pretty boy."

While she was gone I sat and stared, transfixed by the smoothness of my legs, they looked longer and more shapely, if I didn't know better I would swear that those legs belonged to a woman, and a fairly good looking one at that. Fortunately before I could go any further down that path of logic Anya returned with Sheena, who was dressed in her costume. For a moment I forgot about my own situation I was so stunned by the change in my wife's appearance. For starters her hair had been cropped, what had once come down to her ribs now barely dusted her shoulderblades, and was slicked back in a very masculine style. She was dressed in a black tuxedo under which there was no sign of her magnificent bosom.

She was carrying in her hand a bag from "Le Petite Mason D'Amore". First of all she pulled out a white lace garter belt, and she clipped it in place around my waist. Then she gave me the matching pair of white satin panties with a large panel in the front made entirely out of translucent lace. She showed me how put them on and thread the tabs from the garter belt through the panties as I put them on, telling me this was so that I could take my panties off without undoing my stockings. These were the next things she took out of the bag and she ran them over my hand, the were soft and smooth, breathtakingly so, and I could see a pattern printed on them in opaque material, it looked like pairs of doves holding opposite ends of ribbons in their beaks.

Seating me on the table again she bundled the stocking and slowly, sensually she rolled them up my legs until they reached my thighs and she could clip them to the belt tabs. The sensation of silk on my smooth sexy legs and the soft attentions of my wife, even as masculinized as she was, has me tenting my panties by the time she playfully snapped my last garter tab. While she was down there she playfully kissed my bulge. My member twitched excitedly but she pulled away, that teasing gesture was all there was to it. "Now stand up," she said, "We still have a lot of work to do."

When I was standing again she pulled the last item out of her bag, a white satin corset with rose patterned white lace all over it and a lace up back. She wrapped the corset around me and strung the laces back and forth from both the top and bottom meeting in the middle. When she started pulling them tighter it felt like a vice was squeezing my waist, crushing my body inwards. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and she had me brace against the wall as she pulled full force on the strings, finally getting it tight enough to suit her and tying them off.

Then she went out, seeing Anya off and returned with another woman who fitted my feet for shoes and then started trotting out pair after pair of white high heels and trying them on me.

"I have to go finish getting ready," Sheena said as I was trying to walk around in one pair, and she kissed me on the cheek. Then she looked at the shoe fitter and handed her one pair telling her, "These ones." Sheena left while her friend located the chosen style of shoes in my size. They were of course white, and had a thin three inch heel, and when she found them she slipped them onto my feet and watched me stagger around, fighting to keep my balance for a minute.

By the time she had finished gathering up all the other pairs of shoes I had almost gotten the hang of walking with my heel elevated so. "I'll send in the costume fitter on my way out," She said. I shook my head at the amount of time, money and energy that Sheena had put into this one event.

A minute later another woman entered carrying a box. We exchanged pleasantries and she introduced herself as Matilda. "Now let's get started shall we?" She opened the box and pulled out two hemispherical pieces of soft plastic. She coated the backs of the breast forms with a gel and pressed them to my chest tucking them into the cups of my corset, I could feel them pull on my chest as the glue set. Then Matilda took a seaming cream and smoothed it over the edge of the breast forms giving the appearance of natural breasts attached to my body.

"Now let's have a look at your costume shall we?" Matilda stepped out the door and returned carrying my costume in a clear plastic bag. The skirt was widely flared and made of a stiff looking translucent fabric, many layers thick giving it an opaque quality. The waist was incredibly thin, normally I didn't think there was any way I would fit into but with the wasp impersonation this corset was putting on me it was just possible. The bodice was white satin just like all the underwear and covered with delicate beading and sequins. The neckline was low enough to show my faked cleavage and the sleeves were puffed up balloons of satin leading into long pure white sleeves, at the end of each was a loop which presumably would fit around my finger.

Now Sheena's tuxedo made sense, I was going to be the bride to her groom. Matilda opened the back of the dress and held it for me to step into. I shivered and my breath caught in my throat with apprehension at being seen wearing billowing cloud of womanly softness, I mean really, what would people say. Still, this was what my sweet Sheena wanted and I had denied her nothing so far. I stepped in and then Matilda threaded a cord of the same satin through a series of holes which I had only paid slight notice to earlier. Like the corset she laced the dress tighter and tighter until it held snug against my highly compressed waist.

What followed was surely hours of alterations as Matilda measured and marked, pinned and snipped, sewed and stitched. Finally she walked around me one last time and declared the dress finished. Then she placed a chair behind me and guided me into it, seating me in such a way as to do minimal flattening to my skirt. What an odd that thought that, my skirt, I was a guy, I wasn't supposed to have a skirt.

"Now sit tight," she told me. Ash she was on her way out the door Matilda passed another woman. She didn't introduce herself, she merely draped a large drop cloth over my gown and tightened it at the neck. Once my dress was protected she swabbed my face with a sponge, first coated with a clear liquid and then again with another coated in flesh tone. By the time she was done she must have applied five pounds of make-up on me, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, eyebrow pencil, concealer, highlighting, shadowing, lipstick, and lastly a generous portion of blush. Then she sealed it all with a clear powder. She also attached some soft pink coloured long fingernails to my hands.

She didn't miss a beat once this was done, she just pulled out a box and I could see the edges of a brown haired wig as she fit it to my scalp, attaching it to my own hair with a number of pins. I could feel curled ends of hair brushing my neck and cheek as she fiddled, fussed, primped and pinned the wig into place, fitting me with a headpiece which I could not see but could feel the weight on my brow and I could feel the train length veil attached to it. She also screwed some dangling post earrings in place.

I had no idea how much time had passed by the time she took my hand and guided me to my feet, fluffing out the pyramid of material surrounding my legs. "Close your eyes, " she said. When I complied she led me blind over to a place where she told me to stand, the whole way the sound of swishing skirt was deafening in my ears and my heart was resting on top of my adam’s apple. The door opened as I stood there and footsteps approached me.

"Open your eyes sweet Melody." This time it was my wonderful Sheena talking to me and I did so. A moment of disorientation as I realized I was looking in a mirror. Sheena looked amazingly convincing, her short hair in a mannish style, impeccably trimmed false beard and dapper tuxedo with not one sign of her womanly figure.

Even more shocking was my own appearance, the broad swish of my skirt tickled my ankles just above my high heeled shoes and stockinged feet. My corseted waist looked impossibly thin atop this wide poofy skirt. A fair hint of cleavage poked out of the bust of the dress, and the huge swell of the sleeves seemed to mask my slightly broad shoulders. Atop this dynamite body was an angelically made-up face. I didn't look convincingly feminine, but I was doubtless the prettiest man I had ever seen, my face looked fine and glowingly feminine, but somehow remained recognizably male, recognizably me, under the masterful camouflage. It was crowned with a headpiece of glittering rhinestones and false pearls and piled high with soft brunette curls here and there dotted with a false pearl headed hairpin. The changes to us both were nothing short of flabbergasting.

We stared awkwardly at our own reflection until finally the clock in the hall chimed the half hour, now that the door to the study was open I could hear it. Sheena smiled at me, "Well Melody, are you ready to go meet everyone as my new wife?" Her eyes sparkled, even in all her manly disguise her eyes remained the same, the last visible sign of the woman I had married, and yet through it all I could still recognize her everywhere else, it was just such a change.

"Sheena..." I mumbled, not sure what to think or what others would think of us.

"Hey, it's allright to get nervous," she stroked my cheek. "All brides get cold feet, everything will work out. And for tonight, call me Harold."

"Yes Harold." I tried my best to swallow my fears, like a bite of food too big for my throat.

Our taxi dropped us off at the sizable estate not too far from our own where the gathering was being held. I tried to make a rush to the bar but every time I headed in that direction Shee... 'Harold' headed me off to introduce Melody to someone. I never did get to the bar but I made it through the party all right. After a while of schmoosing with the client this humiliating costume paid off. He was so impressed by my daring and outrageous style that he not only gave the contract for the next year to me but he increased his commitment and bought 20% more airtime than the year before.

Following this announcement 'Harold' pulled me upstairs to a guest bedroom and threw 'himself' at me. Our mouths met and we practically devoured each other, kissing and rubbing against one another. 'Harold' put a hand to the front of my skirt and started to rub firmly against my cock which was hard and pressing against my panties, although fortunately the fullness of my skirt hid the resulting bulge. 'Harold' put 'his' lips to my ear and gently bit my earlobe, breathing hotly on my neck. "Close your eyes," 'he' said and I let the world go dark. We joined hands and I couldn't help but notice that Sheena's long, beautifully manicured nails had been sacrificed to transform her into the suave and dapper groom to my soft and vulnerable bride. 'He' led my hands lower and pressed them against my pelvis. "Sweet Melody," 'he' cooed in a voice that was very much my wife's. "I want to watch you rub yourself, the way I did."

Shivering with excitement at the oddity of this situation I started to rub myself through the soft fabrics of my skirt and panties, cool smooth satin sliding over my cock. It felt good, very good, and then I felt something else, cold metal enclosing both my wrists. My hands stopped moving and my eyes snapped open to confirm what I knew, my wife had handcuffed me.

I opened my mouth to protest but 'Harold' put a finger to my lips, "Don't say anything." Then 'he' removed 'his' cumberband, followed by 'his' pants and the boxer shorts underneath that. I could only stare in shock at what remained. Black leather bands were wrapped around 'his' waist and attached to these bands was a flesh coloured rubber cock.

I stared in horror as 'Harold' tightened the straps and 'his' cock rose to attention as it was fixed in the proper position. Then 'he' walked towards me, with that frightening thing bouncing menacingly and pointing straight at me. Again I tried to protest but was shushed after the first word. "Let's see if we can't find a better use for your mouth," 'he' said. I shook my head in fear, "Kneel," he said, for the first time since donning this disguise my wife simulated a man's voice. Tears welled up in my eyes as I slowly sank to my knees, after all, what was I to do, go running back to the party still dressed as I was still handcuffed? Besides I wasn't sure if I could reach the door first wearing these heels. All I could do was wonder what I had done to deserve this abuse and in the mean time, open my mouth. A wave of shame washed over me as the firm rubber slid between my slick, pink, lips. I sunk my head down the shaft before withdrawing, in my idea of how a blow-job was performed, by now tears of humiliation were running down my cheeks.

As I bobbed my head somberly along the false cock, I wracked my brain for some justification for this, obviously Sheena had planned this moment when she had selected our costumes. I could only pray she wasn't planning on deflowering her virgin bride tonight.

Then I lost that rain of sorrow as I, with the guidance of 'Harold's' hands had sunk too low on the phallus and it had bumped the back of my throat. I choked and my throat seized up. No sooner had I finished gagging and caught my breath when the spitshined dildo pierced my mouth again. It felt and tasted so wrong as she fucked my mouth, gripping the sides of my head.

Just when I imagined that my predicament couldn't get any worse it did. As I sunk down on 'Harold's' cock the door opened and an amorous couple stumbled in, seeking an empty bedroom. The woman, Xena by her costume, was Sheena's best friend Amelia. Her dismayed and astonished companion, apparently a Clint Eastwood look-alike, was my own dear brother Daniel. He stared at me and I twice tried to pull off the strap-on in my mouth but 'Harold' simply pulled me back in by my wig and ears, adding to the impression of willingness on my part. 'Harold' moaned, "Suck it, girl, suck my cock good," and my brother turned and quickly left. I closed my eyes and cried more heavily as he practically ran from the party, and Amelia politely closed the door as she walked away.

Epilogue:

After that my brother split the company, and took half, leaving the other half to me. I don't take much of a role in running the company now, even less than before actually. Harold runs them now, Melody is the Lady of the house. My only concern is keeping myself fit and beautiful for him and having dinner ready when he gets home from work. He admits now that he planned this all for the better of our income and independence, and I admit things are good financially. We still get that big contract as well as a couple others.

Times are hard for my estranged brother, seems a few of his biggest clients, all influential men of business completely withdrew advertising on his stations. Harold made him an offer but he is too proud and stubborn to accept. He doesn't know the withdrawals happened right after another private party at our good friend and original Diamond customer's house. They all got to watch Harold take my virginity while I wore the same gown that started it all. Tonight we are giving another show for a Diamond Customer, so I have to go pick up a few things for the party. He and his wife want to see Cheerleader Melody get ridden hard by the football captain. Toodles.

 

The End

 

 

 

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