Sissy is a Bride's Maid, Pt. 01

Dear Readers,

This tale was inspired by a fantasy told to me by JoyceCD. I welcome input from everyone who enjoys stories about Nancy boys frolicking in feminine apparel.

Sincerely,

Whippet

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I had only known Evelyn for a short while. When she asked me to be a bride's maid at her upcoming wedding I was surprised and elated. I immediately accepted.

"This is the gown you'll be wearing, Joyce," said Evelyn showing me the picture on her phone.

The lovely peach frock was off the shoulder with a built in bra. The satin fabric of the skirt had a daring split leg opening that ran very high. The thought of wearing it made my weenie stiffen inside my bikini panties.

On the day of the wedding, the other bride's maids arrived at the church in casual clothes. I wore my gown so that I wouldn't be found out when I changed. Our first task was to dress the bride and what a delight that turned out to be!

Evelyn was wearing a stiff white corset and full-cut bridal knickers. She is a statuesque and shapely woman to begin with. The foundation garment gave her a stunning hourglass profile and an imperial look. The maid of honor, Karen, addressed me first among the maids.

"Joyce, would you like to start with Evelyn's nylons?"

"Yes!" I answered, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

Karen handed me the package of nylons and a pair of hosiery gloves. The exclusive Muratti stockings were the sheerest fabric that I had ever seen and they were so exciting to hold!

Evelyn gracefully seated herself in an upholstered chair. I knelt in homage before her and gaped at her awesome beauty. Evelyn was radiantly glamorous. Her lips were glossy red, her eyes sparkled and her updo was perfect. I was mesmerized by her sensuality and my dickie stood at attention inside my Maidenform undies. When I didn't move Karen nudged me.

"Evelyn is waiting, Joyce," she said with a note of impatience in her voice.

Stirred from my revery, I gently took Evelyn's dainty foot into my trembling hand and fed an ecru stocking over her painted toes. Then I rolled the sheer hosiery up her leg, past her knee and onto her milky white thigh. When I glanced up she was smiling.

"You're very good at this, Joyce!" she said gayly.

Evelyn's praise nearly made me climax. Self-control was even harder when I clasped the welt of her stocking to the elastic garter strap dangling from her corset. A little spurt of sissy cream moistened my Carefree panty liner. I took a deep breath to calm myself and then did her other nylon. When I attempted to attached the back garters, though, they would not stretch far enough.

"Evelyn," I said shyly, "would you please stand so that I can do the other straps."

"Of course, Dear," she replied in a honeyed voice.

When Evelyn turned her marvelous bootie to me I nearly fainted. It was so amazingly plump and round that I immediately fell in love with it. My sissy stick was rock hard now and more pansy juice leaked out.

I adjusted the length of Evelyn's rear garter straps and attached both stockings. Then I lovingly smoothed the sheer nylon fabric over her warm thighs. My ardor must have been obvious by then because I heard one of the other maids whisper to her friend that I was a lesbian.

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The wedding ceremony itself was splendid. Evelyn and her handsome groom recited their vows in the beautifully decorated church. The bride's maids stood nearby holding our floral bouquets and we had tears in our eyes. I fantasized that I was Evelyn in her vintage style bridal gown made of lace. The exquisite frock featured a charming sweetheart neckline, elegant bishop sleeves and a cathedral length train.

During the festive reception which followed three of the groom's men asked me to dance. I was flattered by their attention and I enjoyed following their leads around the floor. The last gentleman asked me to step outside with him but I was afraid that he would fondle me and discover that I'm a boy. So, I declined.

Then I sat in a quiet corner by myself until another of the maids approached me. The pretty redhead introduced herself as Jasper and I asked her to call me by my diminutive name, Joycie. We chatted amiably for a while and then she suggested that we go the bar.

I am always fearful about being caught en femme so I was glad for a drink to settle my nerves. We sat on bar stools while I drank Scotch whiskey and she sipped white wine.

Jasper and I talked about all sorts of girly things like hair styles and cosmetics. I was feeling relaxed and enjoying of her pleasant company until she asked me a personal question.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Joycie?"

When I said 'no', she paused to think about that. Then she inquired whether I was attracted to girls. I wasn't sure how to answer that, so I turned the question back to her.

"I'm open minded," she answered enigmatically.

If Jasper was really open minded, I thought, she might accept a sissy like me. I had always wanted to be intimate with a real woman and this might be the chance of my lifetime. On the other hand, she could out me if I revealed myself. I didn't know what to do.

Jasper briefly excused herself to talk to someone else she knew. Meanwhile I ordered another drink and gulped it down. The alcohol did little to steady my nerves though. When Jasper came back I turned coward and said that I had to leave.

"No way, girlfriend," she said in a firm but caring way. "You've had too much whiskey and I'm taking your keys."

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As we walked to Jasper's car she said, "You're welcome to sleep at my place tonight, Joycie. Would you like that?"

"I'd love to stay with you, Jasper," I replied hesitantly, still fearing that I might be found out.

After a short drive, Jasper pulled into the driveway of a Tudor style home on an expansive property.

"You have a wonderful home, Jasper!" I exclaimed as we walked to the front door in the evening moonlight.

The inside of Jasper's house was decorated in a charming feminine style with floral wallpaper, lace curtains and elegant furnishing. We put our purses on an end table and Jasper hung up my jacket.

"Come with me, Dear" Jasper said warmly. She took my hand in her warm grasp and lead me upstairs.

When we reached the second floor she said, "I have a queen-size bed in my room, Joycie. Would you like to sleep with me?"

This was the moment of true. I would certainly be found out if I went to bed with Jasper. So, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and then answered her softly.

"I'm a boy, Jasper."

Jasper smiled benignly and replied, "I've known that since we dressed Evelyn. So, do you want to sleep with me or not, Sweetie?"

"Yes, please," I said as tears of joy filled my eyes.

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I hope you enjoyed Part 1. Comments are always welcome.