An Exchange of Vows And...

By Carol

Preparations for a Wedding

My name is Carl and as I sat there in the bridal shop, watching Christine, I felt a bit uncomfortable at first. Christine, my future bride, was inspecting wedding gowns. I had proposed to Chris the week before. Chris and I had met in one of those single bars, and had hit it off wonderfully from the start. During our courtship, I had tried to entice Chris into a more intimate relationship several times, but she would have none of it, until after we were married.

I'm tall, 6ft, but so was Chris, a tall lovely blond woman, well built and full of excitement and adventure. Both of us are well off, I'm a computer consultant, Chris a fashion expert, promoting a national woman's magazine. She liked her job, enjoyed dressing the part of a professional woman, always conscious of the latest fashions, and always 'properly' dressed for business and social occasions.

I had grown very attracted to Chris, not only for her beauty and intelligence, but also for her sense of confidence and control over every situation. If Chris had been born a man, she might have become an executive of some large corporation, directing corporate operations with firmness and authority. I, on the other hand, was one of those low key, high tech, easy going individuals who enjoyed the solitude of thought, the beauty of nature, and the companionship of a beautiful woman. I had all the natural urges of a young male, and Chris seemed to be the answer to my desires.

The Bridal Gown

"Carl honey, what do you think of this lovely gown," said Chris as she pulled yet another wedding dress from the racks. I had been quietly watching Chris as she examined one gown after another. I had tried to imaging how me and Chris would look posing on the wedding alter for pictures, and later at the reception, both dressed in our formal wedding garments. "I like white full length formal gowns, with full skirts, puffy long sleeves, all made of soft feminine materials" I said .

In the back of my mind I was thinking what pleasure Chris would have wearing a beautiful wedding gown like that on her wedding day, experiencing the excitement, the fulfillment, and the feminine expectations that a woman's wedding day would provide. I secretly envied women for their femininity, their lovely grace and female characteristics, for the clothes they could wear, the sexual excitement that they knew they could bring forth from a man. Chris had all of this, beauty, physique, intelligence, and yet she seemed to want something more. I hoped that, in marriage, I could provide for her secret desires.

"Carl, this gown matches your requests, but do you realize how seductive and yet very feminine and submissive it is? And wearing it will require some feminine skill. Just to hold the skirt and bridal train out, I'll have to wear several full petticoats underneath. And even with high heels, one would have to hand carry the full skirt and train anytime you go up or down a set of stairs. And when we dance at our wedding reception, you'll have a hand full of satin, lace, petticoats, and a veil to contend with just to be next to me." I nodded and thought privately, how wonderful.

"OK Carl, just for you, I'll buy this one. And I'll shop for the petticoats, veil, heels, etc., to go with it, but you may be sorry." For the next several days, Chris shopped for her wedding trousseau, nightgowns, accessories and cosmetics. Her garment choices were carefully selected with the intent to give me the greatest pleasure. Meanwhile, I merely went to a tux rental agency for my outfit.

A Dress Rehearsal

One night shortly before the wedding, Chris invited me over to her apartment for a quiet dinner together. "And bring your wedding tux for me to try, I mean see", she said.

After a romantic candle lit dinner, Chris said, "now I can open my many wedding purchases and let you drool with expectations." I watched as she unwrapped the many packages from her day of shopping at the bridal store, as well as afterwards. Out came her new wedding dress, the petticoats, the veil, new white high heel shoes, a pair of sheer pantyhose, a lace garter and matching lace bikini panties, and a white strapless bra. She opened and displayed the several dresses she had bought for their honeymoon. One box, Chris's wedding night nightgown, was not opened. "This is a surprise for you to enjoy later, after the wedding." I could not help but mentally preview in my mind how Chris would look and feel as she dressed in this beautiful assortment of gowns.

"Honey, I've got a very special favor to ask of you. You know how I feel about clothes, proper fit, styles, etc. Even though I've agreed with your choice for this wedding gown, I would like to see just what it will look like with all of the accessories in place. I need someone to model this wedding dress for me, so that I can make any last minute adjustments, or alterations that may be necessary to the gown." I was a bit puzzled, "Can't you get one of the bridesmaids to help you?" I asked.

"None of the bridesmaids are as tall as I am. But I was thinking, since you and I are exactly the same height, I was wondering, would you possible help me with these last minute fittings, please?" as she gave me one of her seductive and yet insistent looks. "We're all alone here in my apartment, no one will bother us, and we can be through in just a few hours."

"You want to dress me in your wedding gown, with all of those petticoats, and things!" I explained. "I don't have the right shape, my waist is larger than yours, and my chest, well, I obviously don't have the right measurements."

"Don't worry, I can fix that. I have a waist cincher, and we can use a little padding under the bra, and before you know it, you'll have measurements exactly like mine to model the dress. Please be a honey and model the wedding dress for me. I promise you it won't hurt, and you might even enjoy it. And besides, it will give you a chance to see just what us girls have to go through to look so lovely for you men."

I was about to object, but the look on Chris's face melted my resistance. "OK, what do I have to do?" i said.

"Step into the bathroom and strip down to your shorts while I lay out the clothes." I went into Chris's bathroom and began to strip. I couldn't help but notice all of the feminine things around the bathroom, perfumes, cosmetics, brushes and combs, lipsticks, an assortment of makeup, etc. I wondered how a girl learned to use all of this stuff. "Here I come, are you ready?" As I walked into the room dressed in only my shorts, I noticed that Chris had spread out the wedding gown and petticoats onto the bed. This should be interesting i thought.

"Turn around and we'll start with the waist cincher". It was white with lace straps. Chris positioned it around my waist and began to lace up the back. "This may feel a bit tight for a while, but you'll get used to it". I watched in the mirror as the waist cincher transformed my manly waist into a narrow feminine hourglass waist line. Next, she placed the strapless bra around my chest and hooked it in the back. "Turn around and we'll add some form to those breasts of yours", she said. "OK, now it's time for the petticoats. Bend over while I lower these long slips over your head and snap them around your waist." I felt the silky satin softness of the petticoats as they fell down around my waist. They were full and soft, reaching all the way down to the floor. "Now for the main event, the wedding gown", said Chris.

I was intrigued and somewhat stimulated by the rustle of the gown as Chris lowered it over my head. "Stand still while I zip up the back and adjust the train." Stepping back a bit and inspecting the gown, she said, "Just as I expected, with all of those petticoats to hold out the full skirt, you'll need high heels to make the dress length reach just right to the floor. Here, let's put these on", as she retrieved a pair of white 2 inch high heels from one of the shopping bags. "Hold onto the chair while I lift up the skirt and petticoats and put these heels onto your feet." Stepping back, Chris admired her handy work ... so far, and said, "there, the skirt length is just right now with the heels on. How does it feel. Try walking into the living room and let's see how the gown flows behind you."

I took a couple of wobbly steps toward the door and almost fell over. "Pretend you're walking on your tip toes and take short steps and you won't have any problem walking in those high heels." I shifted my weight a bit and found it much easier to walk. "With this long train, how do I turn around?" I asked. "That takes feminine know-how and practice. Here, I'll show you." After a few stumbles over the gown, I began to get the knack of walking in heels, and managing the long dress, the full skirt, and wedding train. "You're walking like a woman already, great" said Chris.

"Now for the veil. It won't look right sitting on your male haircut. Would you mind wearing a wig for a few moments?" Chris asked. And before I could answer, she left the room and quickly returned with a beautiful long flowing blond wig. "Here, let me put this on your head." She slipped the wig over my head and fluffed the long blond hair down over my shoulders and over the wedding gown. She picked up the veil and said, "Turn around and I'll slip the veil over your head and fluff it down over your back. Let's pull the front of the veil down over your face and see what the total image is." Chris stepped back and admired her handy work . "You look beautiful Carol, I mean Carl. With your face a bit hidden by the veil you could pass for a bride. How does it feel?"

"I must admit, the sensations I feel with this gown on are wonderful. I can see why you enjoy beautiful clothing; the feeling is quite nice, very feminine. The feeling of silk and satins against my skin, the soft long petticoats against my legs, the rustle of the gown as I move; if I were a woman, I would enjoy wearing this gown to my wedding."

"You know Carol, I mean Carl. I'm sorry, but when I see you in that gown, with the wig and veil on, the name Carol just pops out. Hope you don't mind. As I started to say, you know it would be fun to play a game of pretend for just a few minutes. You wait here, while I go and change clothes. Where did you put your tux?" Before I could answer, she disappeared into the bedroom.

I walked around the room for a bit, trying to improve my walk, to swing my body in a more feminine manner. The feeling of the wedding gown was addictive, and Carol was beginning to really enjoy the experience. "I've got to watch out or Chris might want me to be the bride at our wedding" I thought Just then, Chris walked into the room, dressed in the tuxedo. "How do I look?" she asked. Chris, with her short hair, dressed in that black tuxedo, looked just like a groom. They both stood side by side in front of a large mirror for a long time and looked at one another. Chris finally looked at me and said, "with just a bit of makeup work, we could exchange places for the wedding ceremony, you as the bride and me as the groom."

The Wedding

Several days had passed since that night at Chris's apartment, and I had been thinking a lot about the experiences of that evening. What a unique sensation i had felt. I envied Chris and her feminine status. Maybe in my next life, if there be one, i would be born a beautiful woman and get to be a bride. Alas, an impossible fantasy.

It was the morning of the wedding, they had planned an evening ceremony and reception. All of their honeymoon clothing had already been delivered to the bridal suite where they planned to have their honeymoon. Chris had asked him to be at her apartment early on the day of the wedding for some special wedding preparations. I grabbed my tux, the black shoes, shirt and tie, and headed for Chris's apartment.

When i arrived, Chris greeted me at the door standing in her robe. She had just gotten out of the shower and was drying her hair. I was surprised to see that she had trimmed her already short hair even shorter. "Let's have a cup of coffee and talk over something" she said. "Do you remember the other night when you modeled our wedding gown. Well, I sure was moved by seeing you in that gown, you really turned me on. I enjoyed the experience of our switching male/female roles for a bit of time. I think you enjoyed it too, right".

I hesitated a moment and then had to confess that I had thought a lot about that evening. "Yes, reluctantly I did enjoy wearing the wedding gown. I felt like a woman, and enjoyed it. And when I saw you in the tux, I kind of felt like being your wife. Maybe, after we're married we can exchange sex roles for fun occasionally."

That was just the opening that Chris had wanted. She said, "Why not change sex roles before the wedding. You become the bride, and I'll become the groom. It would be a unique wedding ceremony and our guests would love the entertainment. As I said the other night, with a little makeup, a wig and veil, and that wedding dress, you would make a beautiful bride. The dress fits you perfectly." Chris looked me in the eyes and said, "Please, let me change you into a woman, dress you in that beautiful wedding gown, and transform you into my bride. I'll transform myself into the groom, and wear the tux. See, I've already cut my hair to look more like a man. It would be fun. You could become Carol, and I will become Christopher. Please?"

I thought, my secret fantasy, what an opportunity. The wedding guests are liberal minded and would enjoy the ceremony, why not. "OK", I said. "I'll do it, I'll let you transform me into a woman, but just for today and the wedding ceremony. Where do we start?"

Chris had already planned the transformation process. "First we have to prepare your skin. We can't have you showing all that leg and body hair when you're dancing with me at the reception. I've prepared a bath with some special solution in it. Go into the bathroom, shave your face as closely as you can, then take off everything and soak in the tub for quite awhile. Cover you're entire body in the water. When you're through, shower and remove all of the solution from your body. Then put on the robe in the bathroom and we'll start the makeup process."

When I came out of the bathroom, I stood there in one of Chris's feminine robes, not a hair on my body. "I feel soft and feminine already. But tell me, my body hair will grow back normally again won't it?" I asked. Chris didn't answer my question, but rather directed him to the makeup table in her bedroom. "Sit down and let's begin the transformation."

"Soak your finger nails in these two solution trays while I begin to apply makeup to your face". After about an hour, Chris had finished with the face and nail application. "Your face and hands looks beautiful, very feminine" she said. "Now for the wig. I'm going to spray some adhesive over your scalp to help secure the wig to your head". She fluffed the long blond curls down around my neck, and brushed soft bangs over my forehead. She stood back and admired her handy work. "Well Carol, you really DO look like a beautiful woman."

"Now for your clothing. Here, put on these panties and then I'll show you how to put on a pair of pantyhose". I noticed that these were the same panties that Chris had bought while they were shopping for the wedding clothes. They felt strange, but very soft and feminine. Next came the pantyhose. "I hadn't thought about this aspect of the transformation. But I must admit, these under clothes make me feel very strange."

Next Chris repeated the process of dressing me in the waist cincher, the bra, long petticoats, and high heels. Finally, Chris lowered the wedding gown over my head. As she zipped up the back of the gown, I thought, "That's it, the wedding dress seals the deal, she's transformed me, I look like a woman, I feel like a woman, and now I'm going to become a bride. I am a woman, but it's only for today." Chris interrupted my thoughts and said, "from now on, you are Carol, not Carl, and you WILL become my bride". Her tone of voice was decisive and commanding. She was beginning to assume the male role.

Chris quickly transformed herself into the groom, putting on the tuxedo pants, black shoes, tie and jacket. She had to use elastic wrapping around her breasts to flatten her feminine figure. Earlier, she had removed all of her makeup and with the new short hair style, she actually looked like a man. They left the apartment and walked down the stairs to the where the car was parked. Carol got her first experiences of going outside, as a woman, managing a long formal wedding gown as she walked in high heels. Getting into the car took a bit of doing, but soon they were both off to the church.

Church & the Reception

At the church, Chris said, "now Carol, you've seen enough weddings in movies, etc. to know what you're suppose to do and how to walk down the isle. The bridesmaids will help you. I'll see you at the alter." With those parting comments, Chris was off to the alter, leaving Carol with the bridesmaids. For the first time, Carol was feeling a bit uneasy. Here she was, standing beside her bridesmaids, thinking, "I have to walk down that isle in front of all those people as Carol, dressed in this beautiful wedding gown, and go through with the wedding vows with Chris. How did I ever get into this situation?"

The wedding march music began to play. One of the bridesmaids came over and lowered the veil down over Carol's face. "Good luck" she said, as she turned and started the slow march down the isle. Another bridesmaid straightened out the train on Carol's wedding dress, handed her a bouquet of flowers, and then gave her a little nudge in the direction of the long isle to the alter. "It's your turn" she said.

As I walked down the isle, I could feel all the feminine sensations that the wedding dress gave me. The satin petticoats flowed softly over the nylon pantyhose, the silk dress pressed firmly against my body, the veil felt like a soft breeze dusting across my face, my long blond hair flowed gently over my shoulders underneath the veil. The high heels forced me to walk slowly, taking short feminine steps, one by one leading me to the alter.

Chris took my hand as I approached and gently lead me up the final few steps to the alter. One of the brides maids took the flowers from my hands, while the other straighten out the long train on my dress causing it to flow gently down over the steps. It seemed that the words of the ceremony went by very fast. I couldn't believe my own ears as I heard myself say, "I Do". I turned and faced Chris, He lifted the veil from my face and gently took me in his arms and kissed me. I almost melted into his arms. I was now his wife! He took me by the arm and lead me back down the isle and out of the church.

The next few hours were a dream. Photographs, Champaign, dancing, laughing and crying with our guests. They all treated me like the beautiful bride that I was. Girls hugged me, and the men wanted to dance with me. The feel of the wedding dress around me as I danced with Chris and other guests sent sensations of ecstasy through me. I felt wonderful, and very, very feminine. Later on, I tossed the wedding bouquet for the young single girls at the reception, and then Chris sat me down, raised my long skirt and petticoats, and removed the garter from my leg. As he removed the garter, his hands, moving down my thigh, sent shivers of desire throughout my body. I wanted him more than anything.

The Wedding night

It seemed like only minutes, and the reception was over. A short limousine ride brought us to the hotel for our wedding night. I felt wonderful as we walked through the lobby of the hotel on the way up to our wedding suite. I still had the wedding gown on. Everyone looked at us and clapped their hands, smiling and wished us luck. I felt very secure and comfortable walking arm in arm with Chris.

As Chris closed the door behind us in the wedding suite, he turned me around to face him, took me by the waist and held me very close and kissed me. "You are now my wife" Chris said, "and you will act and perform like a wife, and I will make you very happy." He kissed me again and slowly removed the veil from my hair. "Come into the bedroom, I have something for you" he said. There laying on the satin sheets of the bridal bed was the most beautiful nightgown I had ever seen. "I told you I had a surprise for you on our wedding night. Put it on" said Chris. "Tonight, you will learn what it is like to be a wife, to be a beautiful feminine woman making love with her husband on her wedding night."

I started to object. This reversal of sex rolls was only suppose to last through the wedding ceremony, and now here I was, still dressed in this wedding gown, about to start our wedding night. But as I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a beautiful bride, I though, "it's too difficult to change back to Carl now." And besides, I felt very happy and receptive to Chris's wishes. I could wait till morning to change back.

`Chris came over and slowly, very gently began to unzip the back of the wedding dress. He said, "please finish undressing down to your panties and bra, and then put on the nightgown, while I go into the bathroom and change." I again looked into the mirror as I finished putting on the nightgown. What a beautiful sight. I began to think, "a beautiful woman dressed in a very beautiful and seductive nightgown, about to spend her first wedding night with her husband." I walked over to the bed, crawled up into the middle of the bed, and lay down on my back. I began to reflect on what had happened today. I had started the day expecting to be a groom, and now, I was about to end the day as the bride. In a few moments, Chris came out of the bathroom, wearing only the pajama tops that I had packed for our wedding night.

He turned the lights off and walked over to the bed. Slowly, he crawled up onto the bed and kneeled next to me. I closed my eyes as he slowly raised the hem of my nightgown and removed my panties. As he kneeled down to give me a gentle kiss on the lips, he shifted his position over me, straddling my body and finally sitting back gently on my legs. Ever so gently, his hands began to stimulate my senses. Finally, he slowly raised up, moved forward and lowered himself onto me. I began to be engulfed by Chris's body. I felt our joining and started to move. Chris tighten his leg grip around my body, and firmly, but gently held me secure on the bed. I couldn't move. Slowly, but with firmness and determination, Chris pressed harder and harder onto me, forcing me down deep into the soft satin sheets of the bed. I tried to raise up, but his grip around my body held me secure. We were locked together in pure ecstasy. Chris began to make a rhythmic motion. My body moved involuntarily in unison with his, unable to break away. I felt our joining grow tighter and tighter.

It may have been hours or only minutes, but the pleasure of those moments became indelibly planted into my mind. I had enjoyed being the bride that night. Chris had made me feel like a fulfilled woman. And I was sure that I had given Chris the pleasures he wanted. As I snuggled securely in his arms, feeling the sensations of the soft nightgown against my skin, we fell into a blissful sleep. Next Month: A Big Decision


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