Wedding Plans

by Jennifer White

  

When Christine's wedding was one month out, she was starting to feel doubts about Geoffrey. They went out for two years before he proposed, and everything seemed good. But both of them had been married once before, and both of their previous marriages ended in bitter divorces. She didn't ever want to go through that again.

Christine was talking with her friend Kathy one day, and told her about her inner doubts, and all that she was feeling inside.

"And even the statistics say that most people who remarry after divorce don't last together. I love him, but I'm so afraid that he'll get tired of me, and start cheating on my like Richard did to me."

"But Christine, this is Geoffrey we're talking about, not Richard. He's a different person."

"I know, but I just have this feeling inside, that he's going to get tired of me. I've seen him eyeing other women, and feel like he's already slipping away. I wish I could really trust him, with all my heart, and not have to worry like this."

Kathy thought a second. Then she spoke.

"Chris, I have something you can try. You're going to think I'm being silly here, but please hear me out."

"Sure Kathy. What is it? I'm all ears."

"Well, there's this lady I know. She is someone special. She has *powers*, Chris. She can do things that I can't explain. I think that she could help you."

"Are you saying she's a witch or something?"

"She doesn't call herself that. I'm not sure what she is. All I know is that she's helped me before, and I'm sure she could help you."

* * *

 

Christine didn't really know what to make of Kathy's offer. It did sound crazy. But she was so unsure of herself inside, that she was willing to give it a try. What harm could there be?

Kathy picked her up that night, and they drove to the far western suburbs, where the houses started mixing with farms. Deep into the woods, they came upon her house. It looked so cute and quaint. Lace curtains in the windows, perfect looking garden, picture perfect setting. The sun was setting over the horizon as they pulled into the driveway, and approached the door.

Christine thought of pictures of witches from her children's books. So when someone that looked more like a friendly grandmother greeted them at the door, she was relieved.

The house was filled with the smell of fresh baked oatmeal raisin cookies, which the old lady offered them, along with freshly brewed herbal tea. They sipped their tea politely, munched on the warm soft cookies, and made small talk for some time, before Kathy brought up the main reason for their visit.

"So you want to be sure that you are the only women he will ever love" said the old woman.

"Yes! Exactly!"

They talked in some more detail for a while. Then the old lady sat in silence.

"What's the matter, you can't do it?" said Christine.

"You ask something very difficult" said the old lady. "I specialize in spells on healing. But you are asking for something where I would subvert the free will of a living person. I can create such a spell, but I must warn you: these sorts of spells have a way of running amok. You will get your wish, but it may manifest itself in a way that you are not expecting."

"I'm willing to take that risk" said Christine.

So with much preparation, the old lady went to her kitchen, and began working. Kathy and Christine ate the last of the cookies as they chatted by themselves on the couch.

When the old lady returned, she had a small bottle of a clear liquid, with a cork on the top.

"Here is what you need to do" she said. "The night of his bachelor party, pour this into two glasses. Drink together, and ask him what his greatest fantasy is for the night. He will be under the spell, so he will be honest and tell you. You must *not* be judgmental. Just listen, be supportive, and tell him he will get what he wants. Then he will go out with his friends, and have his deepest inner fantasy. But he will realize that the only one he loves is you, and that you are the only woman for him."

"Wow, that sounds wonderful!" said Christine. "But I don't like letting him even having a bachelor party, and it's hard for me to let him go off and do this."

"I understand," said the old lady, "but trust me. Men have always done this, and it is part of their ritual. If he didn't have his party, his friends would think less of him as a man. We as women cannot understand their minds. We can only cope with them. You have to let him go. It is the way of things."

Christine nodded her head grimly. Nothing good can come from this, she was sure.

* * *

 

It was the night of the party. As the old lady instructed, Christine poured the clear liquid into two shot glasses, and set them up for Geoffrey. It had a smell like sloe gin.

"A toast, to us" she said, handing him a glass. He looked so handsome tonight, with his freshly cut hair. He was wearing it a bit longer now. When they first met, he had been in the army, and was going around in a crew cut. Today at least, it was half an inch long, and she would tease him about being a 'hippie' now.

"To us!" he replied, downing the liquid in one gulp.

"What is this stuff?" asked Geoffrey.

"Tell me" responded Christine, "what is your greatest fantasy for your bachelor party tonight?"

Geoffrey would never answer that question, she thought, so she was surprised to hear him talking, even though the old lady had said he would. It was only now that it hit her: this is *real*. It really is a spell.

"Tonight" said Geoffrey, "I want some girl-on-girl action."

Christine, needless to say, was shocked. What kind of sick thing is that? How could that possibly turn a man on, seeing two girls together? His mind was perverted, warped, and twisted. She was about to say something, but she held her tongue, as the old lady had instructed.

But she did make a mistake: her tongue was silent, but her glare and her face showed disapproval, as did her hands which were on her hips, along with her angry posture. Christine had no idea how her deviation from the plan had just caused a ripple in the spell, and the consequences it would have.

"Go" she said, in a non-supportive tone. "Go with your friends, and have fun."

Geoffrey turned away from her, and walked out the door.

* * *

 

As Christine talked at length with Kathy on the phone, Geoffrey drove over to his friend Dave's house. Dave was the best man, and the leader of the party for the night. Dave, Geoffrey and three others piled into Dave's sedan, and drove off.

First, they had a big dinner at Geoffrey's favorite Italian restaurant, with the guys chipping in to buy his dinner. He drank a bunch of his favorite wine too, and was feeling very loose and relaxed when he got back in Dave's car, and smoked his first cigar of the night.

Next, they went to an Indian casino, and gambled. Again, the guys chipped in money for Geoffrey, so he didn't feel too bad when he lost $250 at the craps table. At least the drinks were free.

Then to cap off the night, the guys took him to a local strip club, where they had bought a private room. One after the next, the dancers came in and strutted their stuff for the guys. As a special treat, Dave had set it up for Geoffrey to get a private room, with the girls of his choice. Dave knew what Geoffrey really wanted to see, so all that was needed was to select the girls.

"I like that last redhead in the cowgirl outfit" said Geoffrey, "and that blond in the policewoman costume."

"You've got them" said Dave, who went off to speak to the manager, and get Geoffrey set up in the private room.

 

Fifteen minutes later, all was set.

"Go into the room, and have a drink" said Dave. "The girls will arrive shortly. Get ready for some girl-on-girl action!"

Geoffrey and Dave slapped each other's palms back and forth, like they had just won a basketball game or something. Geoffrey could hardly get the grin off his face as he headed into the private booth.

He sat down, and thought of the girls he was about to see. But there was something troubling him: he thought of how Christine had given him 'the look' when he had told her. He immediately felt guilty. "This must make her feel very upset" he thought. It made him wonder what she thought about his fantasy. He couldn't get her out of his mind.

What did a woman think of girl-on-girl stuff? How did it make Christine feel to think about it? Why did it make her so upset? He wished that he could understand her better. Because of that pained look on her face, he felt such empathy for her now.

But then it suddenly dawned on him. He could *feel* it! He suddenly understood why she felt as she did. It was so simple, it was crystal clear. How had he been so dense that he hadn't understood before?

Geoffrey played with his long hair, wrapping it around his finger mindlessly as he waited in the room. It was just one of the changes that had just occurred, although he didn't really notice them. It was as if he had been born into a female body, and it was normal for him to look so beautiful. He was a woman now, but that seemed normal. Geoffrey thought of herself as a woman now, so why wouldn't it be normal?

She hadn't noticed has her body had changed. Not only had her hair grown long, but her head had a slightly different shape now, particularly in the face, which was now quite beautiful. The shoulders were smaller, and quite a bit less broad. Geoffrey was skinnier now, in quite good shape for a woman.

Her hips had nice gentle curves to them, her long legs were in great shape. She had tight pert breasts, just slightly upturned. And between her legs was the ultimate testament to her gender: her pussy. She was female through and through. There was no trace that she had ever been a man.

 

A few minutes later, a lovely blond woman walked in the door, and introduced herself as Samantha. Geoffrey looked at her, and immediately felt jealous. Her boobs were much bigger than Geoffrey's. Samantha was probably a DD, but Geoffrey's breasts were only Cs.

And Samantha was so much prettier than she was. She had sexier legs, and Geoffrey suddenly felt ashamed that her legs weren't shaved.

"I wasn't expecting to see a girl in here. Where is the bachelor?" said Samantha

"It's just you and me" said Geoffrey, feeling excited all over to see this lovely woman.

"Whatever. I get paid the same. Do you still want Pam in here too?"

"No, its fine with just you and me."

The blond started playing music by turning a dial on the wall. She dimmed the lights a bit, and started dancing. Geoffrey got up, and started moving to the music too. It was easy for her sexy feminine body to get into the groove. It was almost automatic.

Samantha started taking off her clothes, and so did Geoffrey. It wasn't long before they were both naked, and dancing very close to one-another. The blond started running her hands all over Geoffrey's sexy female body, but inside, there was something strange going on.

This as the girl-on-girl action that had always been such a turn-on. But something was missing. Christine. Geoffrey realized that on the inside, there was only one woman for her, and she was it. No other woman would ever turn her on. She wanted so much to be with Christine.

Geoffrey went to the wall and turned off the music.

"I'm sorry" she said, "but I can't do this. I'm in love with another girl, and this just isn't right."

Geoffrey started to put on the bra from the floor.

"Hey, that's mine!" said Samantha.

"No, I think it's mine" replied Geoffrey, who was feeling uncomfortable with her boobs flopping around without support.

"Whatever" said Samantha, who started to dress.

"Can I try on your skirt?" asked Geoffrey. "And those boots are really cute."

"Go ahead, wear the whole thing if you like" said Samantha. "I'll just get another costume from downstairs."

 

Geoffrey knew that she had to get back to Christine, so she walked right out the front door, and hailed a cab. She had the $50 that the guys had given her when she went into the private booth, so she had more than enough to tip the cabbie when she arrived home.

It had been part of the plan all along for Geoffrey not to bring a wallet or keys (so that she couldn't drive if she got drunk, and so she wouldn't have to pay for anything). So she couldn't get in. She knocked on the door.

"Yes, can I help you?" said Christine.

"Oh Christine, I'm so glad to see you" said Geoffrey.

Christine didn't recognize the busty blond in the tight policewoman costume on her doorstep. She seemed confused.

"Do I know you?" she said.

"Please, I need to talk to you. I need to tell you something" said Geoffrey.

"All right, come in, have a seat" said Christine, still trying to place the girl's face. She was sure she had never met her before.

"So, what is so important?" asked Christine.

"You" said the woman.

"Me?"

"Yes. Honey, I've been doing a lot of soul searching, and I've come to the conclusion that I should have, years ago. You are the *only* woman for me, and I will never love another woman, as long as I live."

Christine looked stunned. A slutty woman, with unshaven legs, in a bad policewoman costume (as if they wore short skirts and boots!), was telling her that she loved her! Christine's face turned pale, as she recoiled from having a woman make a pass at her.

But then she suddenly let out a laugh.

"Did Kathy put you up to this? You really had me going there! Come on, the joke's over."

But the woman kept staring at Christine.

"I love it how your face lights up when you smile. It makes me want to kiss you" said the woman.

Now Christine froze again. That was a line that Geoffrey had used with her, many times. Had *he* put her up to this? It was completely out of his character.

"Just what is going on? Who are you?"

"What's the matter Christine?" said the woman, sounding very hurt. "Don't you know me? The love of your life?"

Christine shook her head, which caused the woman to cry!

"What have they done to you?" she sobbed. "You don't even know me anymore! Oh Christine, what's the matter baby? Don't you love me anymore?"

"I don't even know who you are!" said Christine angrily. This act was getting old, and she wanted this woman out of her house.

"How can you not recognize your fiancee?" sobbed the woman.

"You're not my fiancee! I'm engaged to Geoffrey" said Christine.

"So you do remember me!" said Geoffrey, lighting up suddenly.

Christine just stared at the woman, and blinked. This woman thought that she was Geoffrey?

"I get it now, why you didn't want me to go see the girl-on-girl action. I fully understand it! You're the only one for me Christine, and I never want to even think of being with another woman. There is only you."

It started to dawn on Christine that something had gone horribly wrong with the spell. She was hearing the things she had hoped to hear from Geoffrey. But it was a woman saying them!

 

Christine was interrupted when the phone rang.

"Christine? It's Dave" said the voice on the phone.

"Oh Dave, I'm so glad you called" said Christine. Now she'd be able to talk to Geoffrey in person, and straighten this all out.

"Have you seen Geoffrey? He was here with us, but seems to have ditched us."

"What?" said Christine. "He's not with you?"

"No. He...uh...stepped out for a private moment, then he disappeared. One of the um....entertainers here said that he took her policewoman costume. This is so bizarre!"

Christine looked at the woman on the sofa. Wearing a policewoman's costume.

"I'll call you back" said Christine, hanging up. She walked back to the couch, and stared at the beautiful woman.

"Geoffrey?" she said, tentatively.

"Of course! Who else would I be?"

 

It was true! This woman really was Geoffrey! What had gone wrong with the spell? Somehow, he had been transformed.

"I can't wait for Saturday. Then we'll be married, and I can be with you forever" said Geoffrey.

"Hang on, I need to make a call" said Christine.

* * *

 

Fifteen minutes later, Kathy showed up.

"Hi Kath" said Geoffrey.

"I thought you were joking with me" said Kathy, turning to Christine. "But you're serious?"

"Yes! This is Geoffrey. Your friend's spell went way out of whack somehow. What can we do?"

"Lets get her out there, right away."

"I can't drive around with a chick dressed like a stripper."

"Then get her into some of your clothes" said Kathy.

 

And so it was that after an application of Nair, Geoffrey ended up with smooth legs, and nicely dressed in Christine's blue skirt and a white cami top. The boots with high heels were traded in for sensible flats.

They got in the car, and drove out west, until the reached the old lady's house. The knocked on the door, and were shown in. The old lady was in her flannel robe, and looked like she had been awoken out of bed.

"This is my fiancee Geoffrey" said Christine. "As you can see, I'm quite upset."

"Now child, take it easy" said the woman. "Let us sort this out. First we need to understand what happened. Tell me all that you did."

"Well, I shared a drink with Geoffrey, just like you told me to. I asked him what he wanted, and he said that he wanted some girl-on-girl action. I held my tongue, and didn't say anything. Then he went with his friends."

The old lady thought for a while.

"Were you supportive of his fantasy?"

"I told him to go ahead."

"Was she supportive?" she said, turning to Geoffrey.

"No, she was very upset. I got 'the look' from her."

"Aha. That was the problem dear. Instead of focusing on his fantasy, he was focused on you. And rather than enjoying his fantasy, getting the urge out of his system, he tried to understand how you felt. So he observed it like *you* would. You so filled his head, that he became like that, in order to better understand you."

"I did this to him?"

"I'm afraid so."

"How can I fix it?" sobbed Christine, now in tears.

"There is only one way. Come with me, all of you."

They all followed her to the living room, where they were sat down, and wait as the old lady went into the kitchen. She emerged some time later, with a pair of glasses containing a clear liquid. Very much like the potion she gave Christine on her first visit.

"Drink this, both of you" she said, handing a glass to Christine, and the other one to Geoffrey.

"Geoffrey, you are now a woman. But through the potion you just took, you can return to your previous state. You can become who you were before. You have the power to make one wish."

"I wish..." started Geoffrey, "I wish that Christine and I were in love together forever."

Geoffrey's heart was filled with her, and it was all that she cared about. Being a woman didn't bother her. The thought of being without Christine did however.

"No..." said Christine, but it was too late. She was bound to Geoffrey through the magic spell. Christine looked at Geoffrey's body. The pretty face. The long nails. The big boobs. So wonderful. So feminine. So attractive. She felt herself get wet, thinking about Geoffrey's wonderful body.

"I love you" she said.

"I love you" replied Geoffrey.

"Oh my" said the old lady. "I hadn't expected this."

"You have to fix it!" said Kathy.

"I'm sorry child, but there is nothing I can do now. Their fate is sealed. They will be in love together, forever. All we can do is to sit back, and watch as they enjoy life together."

"But they are supposed to be married this week!"

"Then there will be two brides, won't there. You had better start shopping for Geoffrey's wedding dress, with time being so short and all."

"I don't like that name anymore. It's not me" said Geoffrey suddenly.

"What name would you prefer, love?" asked Christine.

"Well, Christine is the most beautiful name in the world, but it has been taken by someone prettier than I. I will have to settle for something else. I want to be called...Evelyn."

"Then you are Evelyn, my love" said Christine, who wrapped her arms around her, as they fell into a deep, passionate kiss.

"They're in love" said the old lady, wiping a tear from her eye. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes it is" agreed Kathy. "They are wonderful couple. They will be very happy together."

"Yes child, I can see it. They will stay together as long as the both shall live. They will find happiness together. After Evelyn has her baby, they will raise her, and love her. A perfect family."

Evelyn and Christine kissed again. They were oblivious to what the old lady was saying to Kathy. They were seeing stars, and hearing wedding bells in their ears. Their tender embrace was a symbol of the close relationship they would have. They would be happy together forever.

 

The End.

  

  

  

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