Wedding Daze

by Jennifer White

 

"I'm telling you, I just don't trust him" said Erika.

"But I love him, flaws and all" replied Pamela, as she toyed with the engagement ring on her finger.

"I know you do" replied Erika, who was going to be one of her bridesmaids. "But that is why you're blind to what he is doing, and what he will do to you. If you go through with the wedding, he is going to hurt you."

"That's a chance I'm just going to have to take" said Pamela.

Nothing could dissuade her from going through with the wedding. Not now, with all the planning she had done, with all of her friends and family scheduled to fly in. The hall was booked for the party, along with the caterer, the band, and everything. She had two tickets to fly first class to Paris for the honeymoon. Nothing was going to stop her dream wedding!!!

"I'm just trying to help" said Erika, as she held her friends hand. "I know a few things about him that you don't."

Although they had been friends for over twenty years, Erika couldn't tell why she knew things. It was because of her powers. Pamela didn't realize it, but Erika was actually a real live witch. Although she appeared to be in her twenties, she was actually over one hundred years old.

Now at the height of her powers, she was able to read Greg like a book. As she had suspected (using nothing but plain old female intuition), he was the cheating type. Even though he was due to be married the next day, he was with one of his other girls, even as Erika and Pamela sat down to sip tea, chat, and catch up with each other.

Erika regretted that she lived so far away now. If Pamela hadn't moved away, then Erika would have had a chance to meet Greg sooner. And she could have done something to expose him before it got this far. But now, here she was, the day before the wedding, and her good friend was about to make a terrible mistake.

As a witch, Erika was always on the lookout for wrongs in the world, which she could set right. Here was a perfect opportunity. It wouldn't take all that much. All she would need to do was to set the trap....

 

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Greg looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled. He looked good in a tux, he decided. He was sure that Pamela would look stunning in her wedding dress. Their picture together would look fine indeed. He smiled. Pamela was his now, and he'd be able to have her every night.

Not that she'd put out all the time. Chicks were like that. So he would keep a few of his other girls too. Pamela didn't need to know about them! It was hard convincing his girls that he still loved them, and even though he was getting married, he'd still see them, and still take care of them.

What could be more perfect? The beautiful Pamela at night, and the girl of his choice a couple of days a week, when he'd sneak out from work for a long "lunch". Or he'd go to a 2 hour meeting with a customer, then spend the afternoon over at his girlfriend's apartment.

He had it all figured out.

 

A knock at the door broke his concentration. He rechecked his bow tie, and went to open the door.

"Mind if I come in?" said Pamela's friend Erika, as she giggled.

"Sure" replied Greg, letting her in, then quickly closing the door.

He had his eye on her ever since she arrived. She was certainly well built, perfect proportions, long flowing hair, a pretty face, a warm smile, and impeccably dressed. But there was something about her, an air of confidence, which made her seem almost regal. And it was this that drove him crazy, feeling the need to conquer her, as he had almost every woman he had ever tried to seduce.

Today, she was standing there in her turquoise bridesmaid dress, which allowed a generous view of her exposed cleavage. Her hair was done up, with a white band going across her head. She had a lot of makeup on, as most bridesmaids did, and she smelled strongly of perfume. Greg wanted her, badly.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked, wondering if he had any hope of finding a way to make her do a "quickie" with him.

"I have something to tell you" she said, in a playful, teasing tone of voice.

"Oh?" he replied. "And just what might that be?"

Erika looked around, giggled, then put her mouth by his ear.

"I'm not wearing any panties" she whispered softly.

Immediately, Greg perked up. This chick wanted him! And he didn't even have to work it, to get a score today. It really was his lucky day.

"You want me" he said. "You've had your eye on me since you arrived."

"Yes" said Erika, as she glanced down to the floor, as if she was shy.

Greg knew just what to do. Chicks like her loved a man with confidence. He wouldn't play around, he'd take charge.

"Stand by the wall" he said firmly.

Erika nodded, and obeyed.

"Unzip my pants" he ordered.

"Oooh, you're so big" replied Erika, as she unzipped him, and gently pulled out his fully erect penis.

"Get on your knees" he said.

Erika gracefully knelt, and put her mouth around him. Greg was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he'd get one of the bridesmaids to go down on him on his own wedding day! But this chick wanted something more. And was more than ready to give it to her.

"Stand up" he ordered. "Lift up your skirt, and show me what you've got underneath it."

Erika did as he instructed. True to her word, she didn't have any panties on. Greg smiled as he saw her shaved pussy.

"Spread your legs for me" he said.

Erika did that too, and he quickly guided himself into her. He thrust in deeply, as he put his hands on her big breasts.

"Yes!" whispered Erika. "Keep doing that!"

Greg was rocking now, going all out. He suddenly felt the oncoming rush of a huge orgasm, and he almost screamed out loud as he was suddenly engulfed in the deepest pleasure he had ever known in his entire life! Wow, this Erika was a great lay! He was going to have to figure out how to keep in touch with her! This was one friend of Pamela's that he would not mind visiting!

"You're a very naughty boy" said Erika, as he pulled out.

"Very much" he said, as he zipped up his pants.

"You just cheated on your fiancee."

"Yes, I did" he said, his face smiling. "With the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

"Aw, that's sweet" said Erika, as she checked her hair in the mirror. "Are you ready? The ceremony is about to begin."

Greg smiled. Yes, it was. He went to straighten out his own hair, but when he looked in the mirror, he froze. He didn't see his own handsome face staring back at him; he saw Pamela. He turned to look at Erika again. He could feel the huge skirt of the wedding dress spin around as he did.

Erika was fixing her hair, as if nothing was wrong. And then he noticed; the other girls in the wedding party were in the room too! They were all seeing him, as he looked just like Pamela! He felt a total panic take over. It was as if he had become Pamela, instead of himself!

"What's going on! This is so wrong" he tried to say. But instead, different words came out of his mouth.

"Will someone please help me with the veil?" said the voice coming from him. A high pitched voice. Pamela's voice!

"Sure honey" said Pamela's mother. She was there too! Somehow, he was in Pamela's body, and they were all prepping him for the wedding! The girls were fussing over him, adjusting his bustle, brushing on makeup, and fixing the veil. Someone handed him a bouquet of flowers, and told him it was almost time.

"We've got to stop this!" he tried to scream.

"I'm so excited that I could cry!!" said the words coming out of his mouth.

"Don't cry honey, you'll ruin your makeup" said Pamela's mother, coming over to give him a hug.

"Please, help me!" he tried to say.

"I've been dreaming of this day, ever since I was a little girl" said his voice.

 

There was a knock on the door.

"It's time" said the wedding director. "Take your places!"

Greg followed the others to the hallway, and stood there, waiting for the signal to start the march up the aisle.

"My little girl is getting married. I'm so proud!" said Pamela's mother.

Greg wanted to run away, but his legs would not obey his mind. He was so scared and panicked, that he should have been sweating. Instead, he was just standing there, smiling. No! He had to stop this! He wanted to marry Pamela; he didn't want to be her!

The music was playing now. The wedding march. Against his will, his legs started to move forward, until he looked up to see Pamela's father standing there.

"My little baby girl!" he said, as he linked arms with Greg. "After today, you'll belong to another man, instead of me."

"Let go of me!" Greg tried to say.

"I'll always be your little girl" said the words coming from his mouth.

He was walking up the aisle now, and everybody stood. The music changed to "Here Comes The Bride". He felt his head spinning, as he stood up on the alter, and the wedding ceremony started. Greg struggled with all his might, trying to get Pamela's body to cooperate with his mind. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and all he could do was to helplessly look on, as the ceremony continued.

He was staring at himself now. His body. But now, he was outside of it, and trapped inside of Pamela. How was this even possible? He looked at the man in front of him, wearing the tux, with the face that Greg had known all his life. If he was trapped in Pamela's body, was she in his? But he couldn't even ask; all he could do was to stand there, and continue on with the wedding.

His former self leaned towards him.

"I love you, baby" he whispered.

Was that Pamela talking? Wouldn't she be just as frantic as he was? But maybe if he was unable to get her body to respond to his will, perhaps she was in the same boat. Perhaps his old body was on auto-pilot too, and she was struggling on the inside, just as he was. Greg was so upset. What had he ever done to deserve this?

His panic was even worse now, as they started to recite their vows. Greg didn't want to be a bride! He didn't want to be a married woman! He had to get back to his old self. This should be one of the greatest moments of his life, when a beautiful woman promised herself to him forever. But instead, he was the woman, and he was going to belong to a man!

"Nooo!!!!!" he tried to scream. "Stop the wedding!!!!!!!!!!!"

Instead, a soft voice, with a slight tremble came out.

"I do" said the voice emanating from his body.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" said the minister.

Greg looked up in terror, as his former body wrapped an arm around him, and came forward to give him a kiss. He felt total and utter humiliation. He was being kissed by a man. He was standing there as a bride, wearing a white gown, and now a man was kissing him. It was such a sinking feeling, as he was introduced to the crowd as Mrs Gregory Doucette.

They proceeded back up the aisle, and out into the bright sunlight, where a limo awaited them. They climbed in, and Greg really wanted a drink, badly! He was happy when his former self handed him a glass of champagne.

"I can't wait for tonight" said his old self. "I want you really bad baby. You look so beautiful in your dress! I'm going to f*$k you all night long. I can't wait until I'm inside you. You're mine now, and I'm going to do you again and again."

Needless to say, hearing that from a man, even his old self, was enough to make Greg want to throw up! But instead of yelling or running away, all he could do was listen as his new body spoke.

"I can't wait either" said the words coming from his mouth. "I want you so bad too! I can't wait to feel you inside me. I can't wait to see you get all hard for me. I'm getting wet, just thinking of it!"

 

Mercifully for Greg, the conversation had to come to a quick stop, as the rest of the wedding party got into the car. He had to watch his best friends slapping his old body on the back and congratulating him, while the circle of girls fussed over him, as he was trapped in Pamela's body. His wife's body, now.

"I'm my own wife" he tried to say, in total disgust.

"I can't believe I'm finally a wife!" said his voice. "I have a husband now. Today is the best day of my life!"

 

The next few hours were terrible. First, there was the endless number of pictures that needed to be taken. Bride alone. Bride and groom. Bride, groom, and full wedding party. Bride and bridesmaids only. Bride and her mother. One after the other, until Greg's eyes were seeing spots all over from the innumerable flashes.

Then it was off to the wedding hall for the party. The toast from the best man, which should have been made to him, but was made instead to whomever was in his body now. Throwing the bouquet. And the garter. Having to kiss the groom, when the guests clinked their glasses.

And then there was the dancing. The bride-groom dance. The father-daughter dance. Greg hated dancing, but he found himself out on the dance floor a lot. He felt very hot in his gown now, but he couldn't very well just take it off, even if he wanted to! He was upset and confused. He still didn't know what had happened, why or how. All he knew was that he hated every minute of it.

But now the evening was drawing to a close, and there was another matter. The most frightening one of all. He, as the bride, along with the groom, walked out together, and into a waiting limo. They drove a few miles away to the hotel where they would spend the night. Their bags were ready. In the morning, they would fly to Paris for their honeymoon.

But now, the groom needed to consummate the marriage.

Greg tried to hold his breath, so he could pass out. That didn't work; he couldn't control the female body he was trapped in. Not at all. It was his mind in Pamela's body, but he was not "driving". He was just along for the ride. He could only stand there, as the groom, his former self, started to undress himself.

Then the person in his old body wanted to turn their attention to their new bride. Greg tried to resist, but his body did not respond, as hew as gently undressed, caressed, kissed, and then carried onto the bed. He was on his back now, and his former self was massaging the huge breasts that were on his chest.

It felt good, in a strange way, but Greg didn't want for it to feel good! He hated seeing the large mounds of female flesh on his chest! And worse yet, when he looked down, he saw nothing between his legs. Nothing! But the man looming over him sure had something. Greg had seen himself in a mirror. But it looked very different, seeing his former self, as he got hard, and then started to put himself into Greg's new body, into his pussy!

"Noo!!!!!! Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Greg tried to yell, as his former self penetrated deep into his wet vagina.

"Ooh baby, you are so big!" said his voice. "Yes! That feels so good. Yes!!!!!!!!!"

"You're my woman now" said the man, as he pulled out, then thrusted in deep.

Greg tried to speak.

"No I'm not!!!!!" he tried to say.

"Yeah baby, I'm your woman" said the voice coming out of his mouth.

 

A warm feeling started inside of him, a gentle glow, and then almost a shiver, as the most wonderful feeling started to grow inside of him. It was sheer terror in his mind, as he realized that he was about to have a female orgasm! His mouth let out a soft moan, as the man on top of him started to speed up his rhythm, pounding Greg's pussy harder and harder.

Then a thought crossed Greg's mind. He knew his old body. His real body. By now, he should have come. How could his old body still be going at him like that? What was going on? He felt confused.

 

"How does it feel to be a wife?" said Greg's old body.

"Mmmmm" was all he could manage, as he moaned in pleasure.

"How does it feel? Greg?" he said.

Greg looked up. The man on top of him had called him Greg! He knew!

"Pamela?" he said.

It was almost a shock to hear the voice speaking from his head actually say what he wanted.

"No, I'm not Pamela" said the man. "I'm Erika."

 

Erika! Somehow, he had become Pamela, and Erika had taken over his body!

"You didn't answer my question Greg. How does it feel to be a woman? How does it feel to be my wife?"

"Please, I don't know how you did this, but please, change me back!"

"Is that your answer? I take it that you don't like being a woman?"

"No! I hate this!"

"That's too bad."

"Why?" he asked, afraid.

"Because you're going to be a woman for the rest of your life. There is no going back. You are Pamela now, and you will be, for as long as you love."

"No!!!!!!!" said Greg, reeling from the news. He was stuck in Pamela's body, forever!

Erika, in his old body, thrusted forward again, even harder. Suddenly, Greg felt an explosion of pleasure, as he was overcome with the full-on brunt of a gigantic female orgsm. He screamed in pleasure, as he felt a warm splash inside him. Erika pulled out, and he felt the warm wetness drip down the side of his leg. But he was too overcome to even move. He trembled, as Erikca held him with the strong arms of his former body.

"You see, dear boy, I am a witch. I tested you before the wedding. And you failed. That was when I knew that I couldn't let my dear friend Pamela marry you. But I couldn't stop the ceremony either. So I did the next best thing. It has been many years since I was last a man. It feels good for a change."

"Please...." was all that Greg could manage to say.

"Don't worry darling" said Erika. "You'll get used to being a woman. You might even grow to like it."

"Pamela..." said Greg, his voice still shaky.

"She's in my former body" said Erika. "She will start a new life. Don't worry about her. She is very happy now. But as for you, your life from now on will be quite different."

"But I'm a woman!" protested Greg. "I can't be a woman!"

"You are honey" said Erika firmly. "You are a woman. And not just any woman. You are my wife. My pregnant wife."

"No...." said Greg.

"Oh yes. By my powers, I know that the sperm I just ejaculated into you has already reached an egg. Very soon, the egg will attach to the wall of your uterus, and start growing. Nine months and two days from now, you will give birth to a baby girl. Congratulations Pamela. You're going to be a mother!"

"No, please make this end!" said Greg, who was now crying.

"Crying? I thought you were a big strong man inside. I guess all of that estrogen is getting to you already. You're as emotional as a little girl. Just wait until you get the hormones from being pregnant! You'll have a fun time with those. It's too bad you didn't get to have a period. I guess that will have to wait until you give birth. Yes, I think I'll let you experience one period, before the next time I impregnate you."

"Next time?" said Greg, his voice a hushed whisper.

"Oh yes. You're going to bear twelve children for me. All daughters of course. For the coven. We need to increase our numbers. You'll be a wonderful little baby factory for us, Greggie-pooh. Oops, there I go using your old name. You're not Greg anymore. You're Pamela."

"No!" he replied.

"Get used to it sweetie. You are a woman. You are my wife. You are Pamela. That will never change."

Greg felt desperate. He looked at the window. Maybe he could jump, and end his misery.

"Don't even think that!" snapped Erika. "Life is precious. You leave me with no choice."

Erika stood up, palms facing the sky, as she looked upwards. Then she turned to face Greg. Her eyes seemed to glow bright red, and she spoke in a deep voice that rocked him to his very soul.

"I command you that you may not ever hurt yourself, or anyone" said Erika. It was almost as if her words were being etched right into Greg's brain, glowing hot with fire as they burned into place permanently.

"I command you that you will be my obedient wife. You will always do as I say. I am your man, and you are mine."

Greg felt strange, seeing Erika looking so powerful. He fell to his knees, to show her the respect that she deserved.

"I command you that you will raise my babies with all the care and love that a mother can give. You want to have babies. You want to raise them. You want to care and nurture them."

These new feminine desires were burned into Greg's mind too, as he started at Erika.

"I command you to always make yourself look pretty for me. You want to be beautiful, so you can turn me on. You are my woman, and I am your man. You want me."

Greg's mind could not fight with Erika's orders. Her commands completely overrode any thoughts and feelings he might have. He looked at her, and indeed wanted her. He wanted to look pretty, so he'd be attractive to her. Not to her; to him. Greg was the wife. She wanted to look pretty for her man.

"I command you to think of yourself as Pamela" boomed Erica. "And think of me as Greg. You will remember everything of your former life, but you must live by my commands. Now I am Greg. You are my wife, Pamela."

"I am your wife" said Pamela. She was eager to please her powerful husband.

"Show me your obedience" said Greg, as he moved closer. In his hand, his penis had swelled back up. It was completely erect now. He offered it to Pamela, who obediently opened her mouth, and let him put it all inside. As Erika looked down, seeing that Greg had completely accepted his place as a woman, she smiled. He was hers now.

 

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Epilog:

"I now pronounce you husband and wife" said the minister.

The audience applauded, as the newlyweds kissed. Erika looked at her new husband with loving eyes. He was so kind, so gentle, so caring. She turned to the applauding crowd, and started down the aisle. Out in the hallway, the rest of the wedding party joined with her and her new man.

"I'm so happy, I'm going to cry!" said Pamela. "I always cry at weddings."

"Aw, that's so sweet" said Erika, giving her old friend a hug.

"I know you'll live being a wife. I certainly do" said Pamela.

"Thanks" replied Erika, as she smiled. "I don't know if I can keep up with you on having so many kiddies thought!"

"But it is sure fun to try!" said Pamela.

They both laughed, as Greg looked on. He smiled. By now, they had both all but forgotten about their former lives. Instead of being an unhappy couple, destined for divorce, they were two beautiful, loving, happy woman. He had done his duty well, setting things right in the world. A witch could ask for nothing better than moments like these.

All was well in the world, and now he could allow himself to become a woman again.

  

  

  

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