Who Said Getting Married Was Dull?
by Lauran Travis
I suppose it started as a joke, but it became something quite enjoyable. My name is Toni short for a fancy name, which I don't care for. I have a partner called Tony, we a very similar and enjoy many things together, so we surprised no one when we decided to marry. This was done quite quickly; so the event ended up being small, just close family and a few friends. Just the nice ones, none of the unknown aunts and cousins.
Well the fun started at the stag/hen night. We finished work early on the Friday, separately but had plans to meet on Saturday before the wedding in the late afternoon. But our friends had plans. The friends of the other sex kidnapped us, so the girls took Tony and the boys held me. They said they were going to give us a night to remember, but as they felt I wore the trousers I should do the stag and Tony could be a hen for the night. I first thought fine this could be fun, but was told they were not taking a girl and I should change, producing some of Tony's clothes. They wanted me to dress as a man. 'Does this mean Tony is going out in my clothes' 'we expect so, the girls have borrowed some of yours' was the reply. Now as well as having similar names, we are almost the same size, his trousers were a bit tight, but the fun bit was flattening my chest and fixing a bulge into the crutch. I had to wear a woolly hat to cover my streaked hair, and for effect they had a fake tash, sideboards and eyebrows. I did feel odd with the hair on my face, and the stiff heavy clothes on, but looked in a mirror to see how good I looked. I had to admit, maybe a bit effeminate but a man was the image I saw. Then with all agreed I was OK and decent, we went for the pubs.
Tony
Toni has said how it started, I was kidnapped by our girl friends and taken to Kay's house where I was told how things would be, how they saw us that I was the girl in the relationship, so I was to have the hen night. Knowing Toni would be doing the same I went with the fun accepting that our friends would be gentle with me and the night would be great, and certainly different. First I had to shave all over, and moisturise after, which felt nice. Next Kay produced some fake tits and told me to stay still while the glue dried. They had decided we should dress as angels, with a sheer white shawl over white whatever's. Laura had a bikini, Kay a leotard, with wings on our backs and a halo clipped to our hair I agreed it would make a good hen do costume, on them but probably not on me. I was given a bra, (which brought relief to the weights now pulling at my chest) tight pants, (to hid my man bits) stockings and a camisole, that hardly covered the tops of my legs, let alone gives any modesty to the stocking tops. The vodka was starting to take effect, and I relaxed as Kay quickly covered my face with all those mysterious things Toni did not really bother with, make up. It was discussed that my hair should have been done properly, but with time moving on, a long bob wig was fastened to my head, then the halo. I felt quite odd with the soft clothes, make up and wig but comfortable, until I was given the sandals, white of course but with a 2" heel. 'Go and practise while we finish getting ready' was all I got for help. So I did and got the walking on the ball of my foot with shorter steps of to a tee.
Once all ready the girls looked stunning, if a bit on the kerb crawlers delight side. But we all looked alike and I looked like them, and hopefully not a bloke, but who cared we were off.
The taxi dropped us in town, and after a few bars, and several chat ups, Fiona decided on a strip club, male of course. What a shock, I had never been anywhere like that, and they made sure it was known I was the one getting married; well they called me the bride actually. One act even came over and started dancing around me, I didn't know where to put my eyes, or anything else to be honest, the girls encouraged him and me until Fay put my hands on his arse, then he caught my hand and brought it between his legs, so I had my palm on his nuts. Unable to escape, he lead me to the stage where had had me sit facing the audience while he moved around me, then kneel while he made it look as though I was giving him a blow job. Most of the time I was bright red with embarrassment, but thinking how Toni and I had done similar things, maybe it was the stage that made me blush. The girls thought it was great, and took off dancing after, and when a group of lads came chatting up, they made sure one was with me. I played it cool, danced a bit keeping my distance, but Kay felt we should be closer and pushed us into a corner, me trapped, and Kay telling the lad to get on with it. Which he did, first a hand then a kiss, next a squeeze, then a tongue, all the time I am thinking this is a bloke and he treats me like a girl, whoa, next he takes my hands and puts them around him and squeezes me so more, and presses his crutch against my leg. Too much, should I push him off? I should but I pulled him to me and kissed him back. It was so exciting knowing I was turning this lad on. He lead me to quiet corner where I told no way was he getting in my knickers, that was apparently fine but would I just massage his erection while we had a sexy dance or two. I was so far gone I agreed that we were on the dance floor while he came. No angel then, but to be fair I was pushed into it and the rest were doing the something similar, if not more. It was now early morning and tiredness hit, so we headed for the closest house to sleep, which was Jill's, where we chatted, I was reminded of the things I had done during the evening, then Jill found us some blankets and we fell asleep on the floor.
Toni
I had some idea what the girls would do to Tony, and was expecting a pub crawl with the male friends, and I had to drink beer, no wine, the pubs were really bars, Tony's friends are quite trendy and like to go to town for a drink rather than a tatty pub, so the places were nice, they even tried to chat up some girls, but could not get me to join in. then Mark has the idea of a lap dancing club, they pay, and you know what happens the girl ends up dancing around me, which I have to admit was not unpleasant at all, even feel myself getting moist. Next thing I know I have suggested that seeing as it is a stag do, we should be chasing women like stags. They took no second asking, and soon we were in a pick up bar with girls from a hen night (not mine I am glad to say) dressed as tarts and coming on strong. One called Michelle seemed to stick with me, and when she stumbled held onto me, but never let go, must admit to doing that myself. Nothing much happened, even though the lads wanted to see me do something lesbian with this girl, we stayed close while the others got their dreams. We did kiss on the quiet, and though I have kissed girls many times before, kissing with her thinking I am a man made it very different indeed. Eventually they lost their energy for groping and we headed home, for a sleep. Now the girls would have sat up talking over the evening, lads just got out some cans put on the TV and fell asleep, so I did.
The morning ended up a nightmare, I had bad head, the moustache would not peel off, and my clothes were in Paul's house, 10 miles away. And we had to get ready for the wedding at four o'clock, my appointment at the salon was for twelve, and the dress at Jill's but it was eleven and I was in Tony's clothes, with a face that should be shaved. Then the mobile rang, Tony's day was even worse, Kay's mum had called, then Kay left, but she has no phone and her mum lives 100 miles away, which means as Tony put it, 'I have a pair of tits which wont fly away' Kay had the solvent in her house, and you cannot hide a C cup. Thinking quickly I tell Tony to get some clothes from someone, trousers and baggy top, the meet me at the salon. To which he agrees, saying he has no Tony clothes anyway. Mike gave me a lift, trying to apologise for the mess it now seemed, Lauren was doing the same with Tony, who first had to get made up and dress in a tight pair of Jill's flares, and because he only had the heels which fitted, wore them. I was outside the salon when they arrived, and was stunned at how female Tony looked. We kissed and had a few minutes alone. When we told each other how good the other looked, I felt his breasts; he touched the tash, and then kissed me again. Saying how nice it felt. Nice though these exchanges might have been, we still had a marriage to attend, and exploring our new image was not really at the top of the list of things to do.
Tony
The morning had been one of shock really, shock at what I had done the night before, shock at finding Kay gone and the release solvent for the tits was in her house, then the call from Toni telling of her predicament. Things did not look good for a calm wedding day. Toni has told how we ended up outside her salon, me in jeans I could hardly fasten, and something baggy ended up being a top that was really a very flared short dress with enormous sleeves. And this is how I meet my bride who looked very male, even to a tash that was very nice to kiss. Anyway we had a problem and Toni would not go in to see Megan so phoned her asking her to come out, which she did, then as quickly as we could we detailed the problems, of glued on things, she looked at Toni and declared it superglue, which would leave terribly sore red marks when pulled off, and she knew I would need the proper solvent of which she had no idea where to get. The realisation was starting to dawn that we were either going to appear as a bride who forgot to shave and a groom with an ample chest, or we swap places, I be the bride, and Toni be my groom. All three of us came to the same opinion at the same time, then turned to Lauren and Paul telling them they would need to get around all the guests and explain what has happened, and to meet us at the registry office later.
Megan the took charge, Toni had an appointment, but there was a gap so it meant we could both get done there, not knowing what to expect I agreed. The wig was removed and my ponytail undone, washed out and cut, then a swimming cap was put on my head and silver foil wrapped around the pulled out hair. Then while this was drying another girl took my hands and as I relaxed she played with my fingers and nails, when I looked to see what she was doing I had three long nails applied and fourth about to be finished. 'Oh' was about all I managed. The time soon came for me to have my hair finished with Megan brushing it out, drying it then rubbing in gel. I can only describe as amazing what she had done. My hair tapered down to the bottom of my neck, and stood up on end all over my scalp like static electricity, with light tips at the ends. I must have smiled, because Megan said 'I hoped you would like it' then said while my nails were finished she wanted me have a few extra things done. Which included plucking my eyebrows, 'Got to have you looking your best' she said, and then she coloured them and while doing that dyed my eyelashes. Finally she came at me from behind and I felt my ears being touched then one hurt and I had a hoop in my ear, 'now for the other' I looked shocked, 'Well it will look odd on its own, and you can hang ear rings off these can't you' then the other ear hurt. I came out to meet Toni with my hair standing on end by about three inches I guess, thin brows, dark long lashes, pierced ears, and long nails with white tips. I am not sure who was the most surprise Toni or I. She now looked very male, her highlights gone, she was her normal colour, and her hair cut quite short in a very male spiky fashion. After a few moments of staring she took my hand and said 'You are beautiful, come along dear' I somehow felt right being lead by her and told her so, to which I was told we had to hurry to get changed. Then thought would she have got a long white robe with train and veils, or silks? I asked but said I would not be disappointed. She already knew I had hired a white suit, which we hoped would fit her.
The trip to Jill's was easy no one took a second look at us, Toni left to go to home where my suit, now hers was hanging, and told Paul to meet her there. They had done their calls and it would seem after the initial disbelief everybody accepted the role reversal as a bit of fun. The look in our eyes would tell you this was more than a bit of fun we were really enjoying it.
At Jill's the outfit was hung in the spare room, but Jill insisted on make up first. Which she did smoothly explaining as she went, then putting what she used into a vanity case for me to use when we had left if I needed it, along with cleansers and creams. All the time she is admiring my changes the salon had done, finding some long narrow dangling earrings to hook onto my small loops, I could feel them brushing my neck. Last before I saw the outfit she painted my toe mails a soft pink. Now I was ready she declared, Toni had got a white suit to match me, but this was only like mine in colour and that it had trousers. The trousers were a lovely soft silk, a white boob tube covered my chest and strapless bra, and the bolero jacket made no attempt to meet at the front making my chest look enormous. 'Alright, finishing touches' Jill announced, ' I bought you some white sandals to keep the hems off the floor' they were stilts, but I always liked them on girls so tried them on and had a walk, the silk felt so nice and they hung just right I decided to put up with the discomfort. 'Now' she had a jewellery box open, a necklace which pointed down to a cleavage, a small watch, and a silver link belt she felt enough but then saw a couple of bracelets and fastened one around my wrist and the other around my ankle, 'Working girls used to wear these as a sign of their trade you know, this'll remind of last night you hussy' then looked at me and laughed. I looked and felt wonderful, and knew Toni would be disappointed with the suit she had, never mind I thought at least she would be quicker.
Toni
I arrived first as the man should, which meant I was the first to meet our parents, which was a most odd experience, I was always daddies girl, but dressed like this we now looked alike, father and son I suppose. Mostly everybody was very good natured about the clothes, but when Tony arrived you could have light a town with the electric, he was stunning, every inch of him said woman, he moved so well in his impossible heels, he held a pose which emphasized his chest, and smiled so the lips and his eyes, (now wonderfully enhanced) shone at us all.
As we waited for our turn, we chatted with our guests, everybody saying this was one wedding they would not forget. Come our turn to go in for our wedding, we took our seats, then with Jill and Paul as witnesses we stepped forward. It was about this time I realised no one had told the registrar that we were the wrong way round, he refereed to Tony as me and me as Tony. But as long as no body objected we would be all right. Paul had the rings that were matching, so of course they fitted, and as long as he did not notice we signed with the 'others' name we had nothing to worry about. And so we were married for better or worse.
Tony
Jill fussed about me when she had parked outside the registry office, then as we walked she was saying things like 'walk one foot in front of the other' or point the toes, and straight back shoulders apart, sit up straight, and smile. This was one thing I had no trouble with, I felt wonderful, the fabrics were so sensual, and for possibly the first time in my life I felt attractive, good looking, handsome. We made our entrance and everything went quiet, I thought it had all back fired till Toni came over and kissed, then complimented me. My dad was not sure how to take me, mum tried harder asking about the clothes, but my sister and our friends made me feel confident again. I couldn't help smiling in the ceremony; the official kept talking to me as Toni, if only he knew I thought. Toni made sure we got the right rings, and made me sign in the grooms place hoping he would not spot this inconsistency. Then it was kiss the bride, which looked like it should be, but not to those who knew. And he declared us man and wife, (however that might be) I added myself.
Next we had the photos, and a trip to very pretty park nearby, the photographer having no idea of the change made me feel so special as he had me pose in different settings and in varied poses. 'This should be you' I told Toni, but was told to enjoy it, she wouldn't have. Toni's mum made sure there were a few extra of her daughter, but soon enough it was time to go for the reception.
Toni
I could tell Tony enjoyed the attention after the ceremony, the photographer was a bit of a creep, kept taking photos of Tony, I wonder if he would if he knew that it was the groom he was getting excited over. Tony seemed to think I was missing out, 'no way' I told him enjoy it.
We moved onto a restaurant for the meal, with there only being 30 or so the tables were set in a circle, meaning we could see everybody. The food was excellent, but the speeches were different. My dad did a confused speech, saying at least in the ceremony he had not had to give me away, and then Tony's dad felt he wanted to speak, as it appeared he was father of the bride. Tony had a speech prepared to thank various people that he gave to me, to which I added some comments about never trusting friends and glue. Tony then felt he was still the groom technically so thanked all those involved even Kay who was still at her mum's, for her generous contribution to the day and pointed to his chest. Paul as best man had an easier time, but still added some jokes about who was who, and who will be carrying who over the threshold. We then mingled, drank and chatted until the older members felt it was time to go home.
Our car was outside and loaded with cases for our holiday, they had been packed on Friday before the glue stuck, but we only had a short drive to the hotel that night, so felt we should have everything covered between us.
Tony
And so we left, Toni was the first to talk, we had not been alone until then, and she wanted to know how things were, and I wanted to know if she was the boss as our friends had so kindly told me as they glued the tits on. I tried to tell her how nice the clothes were, maybe not the shoes, but they still looked good, telling her how I felt good about the way I looked was harder, and that I felt more relaxed with her dressed in my clothes. Was she the boss, I behaved as if she was, and she said she felt it was her role to take charge, which I knew she enjoyed anyway, the suit she was not sure about, but boxers she felt were something she could get to like, as well as being quicker getting ready.
The hotel was a boring chain hotel, but we did not want the facilities, just a room. The receptionist only addressed Toni, who signed the book Mr & Mrs T Jones, her surname, and took the key. The room was quite standard except for the bottle of champagne and two flutes. Which she opened and poured.
After a glass and a good cuddle on the bed, to my surprise because I never worn such clothes before, got up saying I would get out of the suit as I did not want to spoil it. OK says Toni I had a treat for you tonight, open the case and take out what's on top. I nearly opened mine, but thought she would mean hers. Inside was a red nightie, I was always wanting her to wear silky stuff in bed, I looked at her and she got up saying she needed the toilet and I should change into it as a macho man like her would not been seen dead in it, so it must be for me. The top and trousers came off in a jiffy, then she came up behind and undid the bra, I responded by undressing her, down to her boxers, then I slipped into the nightie, and with more champagne went to bed
Toni
I think Tony covered last night well enough, so I will pick up on Sunday morning. He tells me the nightie though lovely is not the best thing to relax in for a good sleep, tell me something new I thought, then as breakfast called our stomachs, we got up and I took delight in explaining that he could not just put on a t shirt and jeans, then wonder downstairs. 'Lets see if the glue is easing yet' he enquired. Of course it wasn't so I teased him about only wanted the good bits of womanhood, not the mundane. I washed, pulled on jeans and t shirt, and announced I was off for a walk, see you in half an hour downstairs. The look on his face was priceless as I went out the door, 'there are some benefits to being a man you know, see you'
Tony
Left alone I tried the tits, but they were still on tight. No choice but to continue being Mrs T Jones. I said it out loud 'Mrs T Jones' then tried Mr T smith, 'Get the bra Mrs' I said to myself, and these things need support.
I went into the bathroom and found the vanity case, then set about reading labels, and cleaning myself off. Some men have 5 o'clock shadow, I have 5 day shadow. After a shower I felt much better, and turned to the female problem of what to wear. I had bra and pants on when Toni returned; 'It's been 45 minutes and you have only emptied the case' 'Not quite' I tried and explained all I had done. 'Come here let me help'. It was going to be a long drive today and it was warm, so a thin top a light skirt or shorts, flat sandals, 'Oh and lip gloss would look good' and she left again. I choose a denim skirt and a cream blouse, then had to find a skin coloured bra so it didn't show through so much, it would be warm so no tights, and a pair of flip flop sandals. I liked the jewellery so replaced the bracelets and earrings, thinking about the ankle chain and what Jill had said about it, but it look nice so it stayed.
I meet Toni at her table, don't forget a 'girls' meal, she whispered, my look said 'what', no fry up as you would if you were me, then she smiled and looked at her bacon left overs. A pastry, juice and a coffee were all I had, then she let on she had only had one rasher to wind me up.
Toni
I had my walk, then waited, and gave up eventually. Tony was nowhere near ready when I got back, so a few simple instructions and I left again. To be fair it was his first time alone and when he appeared at breakfast he was quite presentable, he missed his fry up though. On the way back to the room when nobody was around he asked if I would help teach him the ins and outs what he would need to know for the next few days, I smiled kissed and said anything just ask. 'Well do I look ok, and is there anything I should do before we leave?' he asked. So I suggested some make up around the eyes and lips, and some gel in the hair, it wouldn't be as good as Megan but flat it looked odd. Soon we were on our way.
Tony
We drove the 200 miles between us, still equal at some things it seems, and booked into our hotel in the afternoon. A few new experiences happened together, as we went in the receptionist noticing we had left the key behind called 'Mrs Jones' to which Toni turned then nudged me whispering 'that's you' Next when we had the bags undone Toni just slipped away and returned ages later with a paper, after I had put everything away, just like I would have done. But I was not done, Toni would always change for dinner when we were away, so after a rest I asked her advice, and her suggestions made it clear she liked it when I was really dressed up, she said I was so feminine and sexy yesterday, could I please wear something nice again.
Well with that sort of encouragement, I looked through Toni's dresses and found one I liked on her, a turquoise high waisted dress with a mid thigh hem, and little puff sleeves, I took my time getting ready, as a girl should, remembering what Jill had said about foundation, blusher, eye colour, and lips. I went for the wedding high heels with some chunkier bracelets I found, and I was ready. Toni now just pulls on very nice jersey jumper (one of my favourites it is so comfortable) and pair of cotton trousers and declares us ready for dinner. What a cheek, but then I have done the same before. The meal was nice and the walk on the front, romantic. What can I say I couldn't wait to get back and slip into that red nightie?
The days passed quickly, going for a walk in the day, or to a tourist site, then rest and dinner in the evening, followed by the walk on the prom or down on the beach. I got to wear most of Toni's clothes even her jeans one cool day when we were walking, but mostly I got the most pleasure when Toni read a paper and I went into the bathroom to get ready for dinner. So on Thursday we felt like shopping, so I choose a dress I could slip out of easily, and the high wedding heels. Knowing I would be on my feet a lot I wanted to see how I coped. Well we did shop, Toni bought a sleeveless white top, and long shorts, I got a really full and floaty dress, with a skirt that would have made ten there was so much material in it, and sleeves that were long and full. There was a long poncho that really looked like a lace table cloth, but I thought in the evening, you would see just enough through it to be sexy, and some shoes, I had been using the two white pairs and my own trainers, but Toni's feet are bigger than mine, so found some flat sandals with laces that ran up the leg, and a pair of black sandals with just one strap over the toes and one round the ankle, I thought they were brilliant and couldn't wait to get back and change. I also had an interesting time at a cosmetic counter, getting lots of samples, as well as some more colours for my eyes and lips.
Toni
We had really fun first week, looking around a few places, going walking. Teasing Tony was great, I could do all those things that he used to do, which he never realised he did because he was a man. He really got into the dressing up, it could take him ages in the evening before he was ready to go for dinner, did I used to be so slow? It was about Thursday I had to recognise that things were different to a week ago, we went shopping, I bought some things I wish Tony would wear, but I think he bought a dress for himself, and some sandals that made him question their practicality, how would the laces stay up his legs, and why were the soles so thin. He also wore the high heels all day and bought another pair. He seems to enjoy the fuss of looking good as much as I enjoy the ease of being male. In fact I am sure he has never felt so attractive before, end the novelty of the attention is thrilling him. Anyway while he was being girly over make up I slipped away and went into an Ann summers I had seen and bought one of their sex toys. I was thinking of teasing him some more.
With all his purchases it took him ages to get ready that evening, but he did look stunning, the new heels made his legs even longer, and the dress was so girly, it just got in his way all the time he used his hands, or sat down in particular. He even had the imagination to subtlety change his make up.
So we had our walk when I was going out of my way emphasize my maleness and his femininity, preparing for the bedtime tease. We got ourselves ready for bed and after some petting, I suggested we have a change, seeing as how he is so keen on the female things maybe we should, and for effect I rolled on top and produced the vibrator. He looked unsure, but I just played it around his hole, then slid it inside, he flinched as I pushed it in. but I didn't like hurting him, and he was not getting any pleasure, so we stopped that avenue of exploration, and went back to me on top, until we both came.
Tony
Toni found out that I am not into gay sex last evening, she thought it would be fun to let me be penetrated, that being what women experience, but it was far from fun, it hurt so much I cannot understand why people want to try it. I did like her riding on top though, in the past we have tried different positions but since we married she has been on top every time.
This morning we had a talk about how things should be next week, this came on largely because Toni's moustache was starting to come away, so she pulled it off. Her top lip looks sore, and she is using cream, but she could once more pass for a woman, so we discussed it. The problems of reverting to our proper clothes, were the tits had not come off, the hotel were used to us being the wrong way round and would confuse them if we changed sex in their eyes, and we were having fun living the in others world. So we decided that until we left the hotel we would remain as we were. I then went and dressed in an ankle length skirt and a jersey top, and got ready for our visit to a period costume museum.
Toni
The face is sore but the glue was starting to lift at the edges making the tash look really false, so it had to come off. The chat about me being a girl again followed, but in practice we had to wait for the tits to drop off, he couldn't hid them as easily as I hid mine. I have also enjoyed the male thing, and I know Tony is revelling in the girl thing, I caught him push his hands into his lap, and give a coy smile when I complimented him on his choice of outfit. I didn't say anything, but it was so girly I couldn't say no to another week with him as my wife.
We had a very interesting time at the museum, both of us could relate to what the clothes might have felt like, and how uncomfortable some fashions have been. At the end of the tour we were invited (at a cost) to come to a Victorian day, where they hire out costumes, and put on a tea dance for the evening, with period dancing and a 1800s meal. Tony was trying to look nonchalant, but dead keen really. I encouraged him as long as he wore the corset not me. Which apparently was fine.
Tony
We are going to a dance on Sunday which I hope will be fun, but as a contrast I found Toni's shortest skirt, the one I have called a belt, and with a lace knit top, and really strong make up. She was really turned on by it, could hardly keep her hands off me. Which was good, as I wanted all the lechers to know I was with someone.
In the morning I just wore simple clothes because after lunch we would be going to the museum. We arrived on time and were taken into a large changing area where several of the guides assisted the customers. It was then we recognised how awkward this might be if we were found out, so we explained as simply as we could to our assistant that we were trying out being the other sex, 'that would be interesting' was all she said and took us to a quiet corner where we were less public. She took our sizes and went to see what she could find that would fit, Toni had a stiff collared shirt and jacket, with tight trousers. I was to wear an enormous dress, but before that I had to fit into a corset. The assistant was most interested in our story, and how things like the tits had stuck. Then she pulled the laces of the corset, 'how tight' I asked 'only just started' was the reply, Toni adding that they used to get under 20 inches, my face must have said horror as the assistant added that the dress only needed to be 26, but from 30 I thought it was a bit much. Anyway she fiddled and pulled the strings, as I thought enough, she stopped and gave me the cotton under dress, then the hooped skirt, and finally the dress, a blue velvet that started at the floor and looked like a cone, coming tight into my waist, a high bust, a lace collar that came up the neck, big puff sleeves and long buttoned cuffs, there was also many tiny buttons up the back which took Toni ages to fasten. Next came footwear, heeled ankle boots with more buttons, I was feeling very restricted, when she finally did my face with the pale make up, and put on a big hair wig with lots of ringlets. 'All done' she announced, and led us out to meet the other guests, and have a glass of sherry.
Toni was looking very smart with her stiff shirt, coat tails, and top hat. I on the other hand felt as if I was in a splint and should be run around on casters. The movement was so restricted, and dress heavy; I find the fascination with corsets very odd, except Toni said it gave me a wonderful figure. Anyway for our money we got a meal, and a dance, which fortunately was mostly waltzes which we could manage, with a few progressive dances, which meant meeting total strangers and trying to stay in female role all the time, which admittedly was becoming easier after a week in skirts.
When nine o'clock came I think all the women were happy to get back to their comfortable clothes of the present day.
Toni
The Victorian day was great fun, watching Tony squeezed into the tight corset, then try and move about. His best line when he turned around to admire the enormous skirt was 'Does my bum look big in this?' The starched shirt was not quite as bad I expected, but given the choice of now or then I would choose now for comfort. But it was clear that us men were top dog and the women were to look good, which Tony did..
We had a call from my parents that evening saying they would like to arrange for a more normal set of photos when we got back, as well as asking how we were. Kay was back home, her mother much better, so it brought a focus on our last week that we would be going home, and what we should do when we got home, and up until then.
On our way back we stopped in a bar and chatted, and then decided to discuss it later when we had thought about it.
Tony
This evenings call has made us think about what we are doing and about going home. The going home is easy, Kay has the solvent so I can be free, Megan will do our hair, and Toni's dad has got someone to do photos. That part of our holiday is organised, but this week we want to see as much of the others sex as possible. That's how Toni put it, but I had trouble thinking of things Toni should experience, whilst she had lots for me.
The week passed quickly, I made Toni go into a pub and drink Guinness, but there is not much a man does that a woman cannot do if she wants. She went in the gents, but came out saying she would rather keep her legs crossed than go in again. So it was left up to me to do the gender swapping, and that was mostly trying different types of clothing. One nice day we went to the beach, I was persuaded to wear a one piece and sarong, but Toni obviously kept her top on, we could almost be mistaken for two women at times now the moustache has gone.
Another top she wanted to see on me was a halter neck, this meant no bra, and at the end of the day I was happy for some support under my tits. On the whole I enjoyed the softness and comfort of Toni's clothes, the skirts were occasionally too short or tight but they could be enjoyed for other reasons.
Toni
The last few days I had a great time dressing up Tony, I was getting more daring as the days went by, but the bikini was a stage too far, he felt sure the tits would show as well as his privates might make an unwelcome display. But I did get him in all the sexy things he likes me to wear, as well as some of the more sober things. The ankle length skirt was fun to watch as he would stand on the hem, but it did look lovely on him as it swished around his legs.
One night we went to a gay bar not knowing quite which camp we fell into as I got taken for a dyke, and Tony was taken for a dyke as well but most read his disguise and thought him gay. I made sure everybody saw him with me, just in case he got chatted up.
The weekend came and we had to return to our normal life's, but first we had to visit Megan to have our hair restyled and tinted, as well as getting Kay to release Tony from his tits. Then we were ready to have photo shoot 2 which was great as most of the original guests turned up, and we had a chance to catch up and tell them about our weeks away, well some of the less intimate bits anyway. Then it was back to work and married life.
Postscript
Married life was not what we had expected given its unusual start. We started out being very much in our proper gender role, but soon we were swapping nightwear, then we were borrowing underwear. Now as our anniversary approaches we have a working clothes wardrobe, and a joint wardrobe, which contains all the clothes we both wear. Shopping has become one were we both shop for each other and ourselves, my hair is short as I like it, Tony has grown his hair over the year, and visits Megan as often as I do. His nails are always I bit longer than you might expect but well cared for rather like mine. He also has his toenails painted most of the time, like mine. And under our work clothes it is always a guess who had the knickers on and who had the boxers.
I always had a choice of what to wear, now Tony has that choice also, and it seems to suit us both, neither of us knowing what role the other will take, leading to many combinations of fun.
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