Anna from Across the Hallway Pt. 05

I continued to go to our crossdressing get-togethers every other week, dressing at the various homes where the socials were held. There were usually around a dozen of us there, some with wives or girlfriends. The atmosphere was warm. Some of the gurls were young like me, and some were older, and had a greater difficulty passing.

Anna had attended two of the meetings with me, and eventually someone asked if she was going to continue coming. I then couldn't help myself and spilled out my sad story, with the expected sighs from my pals, and "Oh, god, Lisa, I'm so sorry. What a terrible thing to have happen."

So... that person being the blabbermouth she is, told just about everyone there. And to my great surprise, there was this consensus that I still had to get married -- at one of our get-togethers.

Someone then said for all to hear, "So, you were going to marry this woman, as Jerry, right?"

"Yes, even though I lived with her as Lisa." A tear rolled down my cheek. Someone rushed over with a kleenex.

"Well, then, we'll give you that wedding ..... as Lisa, with you all dolled up in a beautiful wedding gown, like we all fantasize about doing, and one of us will play the groom -- yes! What do you think? We'll do it at Ric's mansion."

(Ric, or Ricky, was one of the members of our little society.)

After I politely demurred, saying it was asking too much and I'd be embarrassed, I was overruled. I didn't fight it all that much, because the idea of being married in a sexy gown as Lisa turned me on. I ended up quipping that maybe I could recruit one of my fellow UPS drivers to play the groom.

They all laughed, and encouraged that, but I was joking, of course. No one at UPS would know about Lisa.

Things progressed rapidly after that. My friends the girls saw to that. It was our luck that one of them knew a gay wedding rental place owner, Mr. Sam, who offered both the wedding gown and tux of our choice for free, "just to further the CD and TS community." I called in my measurements.

I nervously visited his shop one Monday evening along with one of my society friends, Erin (or Dan). Mr. Sam was so kind and helpful and accommodating, considering my body shape. I brought along a bra and padded girdle, should those be necessary.

Mr. Sam guided me toward a rack he'd prepared of gowns to match my dress size (14). I practically had an orgasm even before I touched them. My ultimate fantasy!

Mr. Sam (of Thai descent, I learned) had picked around ten gowns, all white, of various levels of modesty or sexiness. Unlike the stereotypical bridezilla, I whittled the dozen down to three in short order, trying to mask my turn-on as I viewed and touched them. This was supposed to be a dispassionate affair!

Finally, I picked THE ONE. OMG, it was a sexy affair with an open-lace top (the entire top) -- and semi transparent -- with a plain but form fitting silken skirt -- floor-length, with a small train. The sleeves were quite long, and designed to also cover half of one's hands. The neckline exposed one's shoulders, with a slit down the center to mid-breast. The unusual thing about this creation was that it required a sticky bra with no backstrap, because the rear of the gown exposed one's entire back down low -- almost to my waist.

This bra thing had to be explained by Mr. Sam, who admitted that some women changed their mind about the gown when the need for the unusual bra was explained. They wanted a long corset or something to provide the assurance they wouldn't lose their boobs' support.

With my friend Erin/Dan helping, I slipped into the gown, after first pulling on my lightly padded girdle (which nicely narrowed my waist and enhanced my hips and butt) and having the b-cup sticky bra affixed to my chest. I wish I'd had a wig and makeup applied at the time, because when I looked at myself in a full-length mirror, I was already close to being a beautiful bride. And down below, under my girdle, my boi clit was so hard and wet with the thrill of it all.

Mr. Sam was happy, too. "Oh, Lisa, you've chosen the ONE, haven't you? You will slay everyone with your beauty, I'm sure. Do you mind if I attend?"

"You absolutely must," I said. "And we'll find a photographer to take some nice pics to give to you as a thanks."

I wanted to remain in the dress forever, but had to revert to being Jerry. I took the dress with me, and of course I had to wear it around home a couple times before my ceremony.

(I almost forgot to mention that Erin/Dan was to be my groom, and so she/he was fitted for a traditional tux.)

My gloom and doom post-Anna seemed to be dissipating rapidly as my new image of becoming a bride provided endless fantasies. The wedding was to take place in only three weeks .....

There were a few details to take care of, like who would be the MC of sorts. Another of the girls from our group knew an older woman who had officiated at weddings, so she was recruited to officiate (in a non-official role, of course).

And then, I hatched a new idea. It was radical -- having to do with the photographer -- to at minimum, provide some photos for Mr. Sam. It involved approaching Flannery, my neighbor photography student. Would I dare expose my crossdressing side to her, and get some awfully bad reaction?

I upped my courage, and just as when I first approached Anna after her proposal, I knocked on my neighbor's door one evening. She was home and seemed distracted.

After a polite, hello and how are you, I asked, "Have you ever photographed a wedding?"

"I did it once as a favor to a friend."

"Would you be interested in photographing my wedding?"

"Really? You're getting married? Soon?"

"In a couple weeks."

"I'm not sure I have the capability of being THE wedding photographer."

"Oh, it's not the usual full-blown wedding. This will be a small, unpretentious affair in a home with only a few guests."

"For pay?"

"Of course." She was obviously getting interested.

"But I need to tell you right here and now that this will be a quite unusual wedding. If any of this offends you, please tell me, and let me know if you're not interested."

"Ohhhh kayyyy ..... "

She invited me in to sit at her kitchen table. It seemed a bit weird, being back in my old apartment. My face must've reddened considerably as I explained my crossdressing and the Anna disappointment and the group's offer to host my wedding.

She didn't become disgusted, thank god, and listened to my story with interest.

I relaxed a little when Flannery laughed a little, saying "When I introduced myself to the old lady across the hall when I moved in, she said you were up to something unusual."

Flannery seemed to take my penchant quite well, and I suspected there was some sexual unusualness in her as well. But she didn't disclose anything in that regard.

Best of all, she agreed to be my photographer, saying she'd do it for free as a student project, since it was so unusual. We agreed that the photos would be mine, and wouldn't be part of some public show. She understood my desire for privacy.

*****

The day arrived. A Sunday. God, was I nervous and excited. I brought all my things over to Ric's wonderful digs. I'd bought a new, longish brown wig and strappy white heels for the occasion. Mr. Sam and Flannery were there, and Flannery seemed so happy to see me transform into bride Lisa (no photos while I was transforming!). Mr. Sam made absolutely sure his dress looked absolutely sexy and just-right-tight on me, with my sticky boobs placed perfectly. Another girl did my makeup -- she was so, so good at it. My lipstick was perfect! I wondered what Anna might have thought of me looking so feminine.

Having the unique bra on my chest took a little getting used to, but in the mirror, under the lace, my boobs looked absolutely sublime. My long hair was stunning. My curvy ass was to die for. My so-nicely-made-up face was perfectly sexy. Even my perfume .....

*****

As I stood there in my finery, Mr. Sam took my arm and escorted me into Ric's large living room, where my groom, Dan, waited in his/her tux.

It was all like a dream. We said our vows, "through sickness and health," "love and honor" and all that stuff. It was wonderful, feeling 120 percent a woman, with curves. Dan kept smiling the whole time, and he was an attractive man (even more goodlooking as a woman). He slipped a faux ring on my finger, and didn't pretend when he passionately kissed me and held me at the end.

Flannery was right with us the whole time, memorializing my finest hour. It was too bad, I thought, that Anna could've been there in Paul's place, for a lesbian wedding

*****

Afterwards, Ric threw a party, and I had to be so extra careful not to soil Sam's dress. I was on top of the world, with everyone sipping champagne and munching on finger foods, and congratulating me. Flannery continued to shoot away. She was enthused.

Later on, Dan insisted on taking me out to dinner --- just him and me, so I changed into a more manageable dress, and handed off my bridal finery to Mr. Sam, thanking him profusely. Of course, I changed into a conventional bra!

Dan drove me to a nice Asian fusion restaurant, where I played my female role to the hilt, thoroughly imagining, yes!, that we'd just married and were newly minted couple. He charmingly played along, with comments like, "your sexy looks are getting a rise out of me" and "can't wait to take your cherry!" Underneath our table, I ran my foot and pointy shoe along his leg -- up, up, sexily, until it reached his soft spot. "Oh, darling," he said, "you don't know what you do to me."

I replied, "That's for kissing me so nicely back at Ric's."

"You know," said Dan, "truth be told, I would have preferred to marry you with me as Erin. Girl's lips to girl's lips."

"Oh well," I said, "you should've said something at the very beginning. I guess everyone just assumed there'd be a traditional ceremony. So thanks for being a smiling groom, dear. You gave much more than you received."

We were mildly drunk when we finished our delicious meal, which Dan, who earned much more money than I, kindly paid for. Then we made our way over to his place for a nightcap, as he called it.

It seemed he had the entire evening planned. He immediately retired to his room to transform into Erin. I had always thought that "Miss E" was one of the best crossdressers in our group, and I was so happy when she emerged, looking very comely in a tight print dress, nylons, heels and dancing earrings tucked into her long hair.

I didn't mind at all when she sat next to me, put one leg over mine, and began to trace my lips with a red-nailed finger.

"I so wanted your bod today," she whispered.

With that she leaned over, and lipstick to lipstick, kissed me long and longingly. Her perfume was intoxicating. My hand cradled one of her tits. Soon we were rolling together on her leather sofa, with her hair falling around my face.

"My bride," she whispered. "We should consumate our relationship ..... "

"Oh, yes," I whispered back, "that's what brides do."

Soon, I had her dress up around her waist, was pulling down her pantyhose and panties, freeing up her nice boi clit, while I began kneeling next to the sofa. She had a fine member, not too big, not too small, with a perfect arch, and a pink head glistening with precum.

I smiled, wanting to make her beg for more. I traced my fingernail around the base of her cock's head, then smoothed her precum all around it. Her erection bobbed a little as she absorbed the stimulation. I grabbed her shaft and moved over to kiss her again. This was a more sloppy kiss because she was getting so agitated!

OK, OK. Now I was so turned on that I stopped teasing, and began to lick the entire length of her womanhood, tasting her sex fluids. Nicolette began twisting and turning and making little moans.

I encircled the base of her cock with my hand, moving its tip around my lips, kissing it, getting some lipstick on it, and tasting her precum. She then began exploring my long hair with her hand rather aggressively. Suddenly she thrust herself into my mouth, and began fucking away. She was a gone girl, this Erin, utterly lost to her needs.

And here was I, for the very first time ever, getting sorta fucked. Losing my virginity.

Deep, fast breaths soon came to her, and only a few second later, my Erin began to spurt inside and outside me. Copiously. The innermost and outermost of my femininity were being doused in sperm. My marriage day had now been signed, sealed and delivered in the most wonderful way possible.

Could Anna have made me that happy on our wedding day?

Erin and I slept together that night, in our nighties. The next morning, as I felt quite horny laying next to her, she went and found a sex toy that had the most wonderful sensations. It was kind of a fuck sleeve. You plug it in and it warms to body temperature, then you insert your weenie into it, and wonderful "magic fingers" begin to stroke your now-erect cock, along with pulsing vibrations that rise and fall in intensity. In short, it was the surefire recipe for a violently good orgasm.

After all this, and breakfast, I was truly ready to change back to Jerry and go back to work delivering packages to lonely housewives and single women.