An Exchange of Vows And...

By Carol

Part 2: Big decisions.

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Sunshine was flowing through the window as I rolled over and felt Chris beside me. As my senses began to awaken, I felt the softness of the nightgown against my body and the long blond hair flowing down around my neck. For a second, I was startled, but then the memory of the night before flooded into my mind. I reminded myself that I was still Carol, lying there beside my husband in our bridal bedroom. I snuggled down into the soft satin sheets in order to hold onto this moment for as long as I could. I began to think about what the first day of our marriage would be like?

Chris got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the show running. Slowly, I got up and walked over to the dresser and looked into the mirror. I smiled to myself, I still looked like a lovely bride, even though my hair was a bit messed up. I though, I'll do one last feminine thing before Carol becomes Carl once again. I took a brush from the table and began to brush my hair. As I brushed the wig, I noticed that it stayed firmly in place on my head. That adhesive was holding the wig more securely than I had expected. Just then Chris came out of the bathroom, wearing the masculine robe that I had bought for our honeymoon.

"I enjoyed our love making last night" he said, as he came over and gave me a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. "Let me help you with your hair and makeup". I stood up and turned around. I looked at him and said, "Chris, it's been fun being your bride. I was really turned on by that wedding dress, and the wedding ceremony and reception. And last night, I truly did feel like I was your bride, enjoying every moment of our love making. But, now we're married, I'm suppose to be the groom and you the bride, and it's time to return to our original roles. How do I get this wig off?"

Chris put his arms around me and held me closely. "Wouldn't you like to spend just one more day as Carol? I'll fix you up to look really beautiful, and you can wear the new honeymoon cloths I bought for you. I can wear your cloths, and we can spend the 1st day of our new marriage as Christopher and Carol, husband and wife. And if you'll be Carol for just one more day, tonight I'll treat you to another wonderful experience. What do you say? Please honey".

Carol felt the flow of excitement fill her body as Chris held her closely. Once again, Carol melted into his arms and felt very secure and receptive. "OK, but just for today and tonight. Tomorrow I really should start being the man around this new household. What do you want to do with me?" Chris smiled and though to herself, one day at a time...

"Go into the bathroom and clean up your face, take another nice soaking bath with that special solution, and then I'll fix your makeup. And don't worry about the wig. It won't come off. And oh yes, before you leave the bathroom, I left a special pair of panties for you to put on." I dutifully went to the bathroom and did what Chris instructed. The new panties were a bit different than the lace bikini panties I had worn under that wedding dress. They fit very tightly, holding everything snugly against my body, and forming my hips and rear into soft rounded curves.

Chris smiled as I came back into the bedroom and said, "Honey, the reason you didn't have to wear that pair of tight panties under the wedding gown was because of the full skirt and petticoats. But today, we'll need to trim your figure for the clothes I've selected for you. And, I'm afraid you'll have to wear that waist cinched again today. You'll never fit into the cloths I have selected without trimming your waist back into a girlish figure."

And with that comment, Chris began to lace up the waist cincher behind my back. "I have something else for you to wear today that will enhance your figure". She opened a box and removed two beautifully formed breasts. After applying some adhesive, he carefully placed them onto my chest. Next, Chris took a bra, pulled the straps over my shoulders and fasten it behind my back. The feelings I experienced as Chris adjusted the straps and tightness of the bra were very stimulating.

"Now, for some makeup application and you will once again look like my beautiful wife". I watched as Chris magically transformed my face into the face of a beautiful woman. When Chris finished, he went over to the closet and said, "I put all of your cloths into this closet". He began to remove several garments.

"What are you going to dress me in?" I asked. "Today, I'm going to start you out in a tight fitting mini skirt and blouse with high heels. That's what I had to wear when I worked, and I think you need to experience what it's like to walk, sit and move around in high heels and a tight fitting short skirt, and still maintain feminine grace and poise." I thought, "being Chris's wife may entail more that I had ever dreamed. The wedding dress had been easy to wear compared to what Chris may have in store for me today." I once again put on a pair of pantyhose. This time Chris didn't have to help me, I was beginning to learn the tricks of dressing as a woman.

The white blouse Chris handed me was very soft and silky, with full seductive long sleeves, and a high collar with a soft bow tie at the neck line. I recalled that someone once said that full soft long sleeves were a sign of a woman's femininity and submissiveness. Buttoning the blouse over my newly acquired breasts once again stimulated my senses. I was, reluctantly, beginning to enjoy being a beautiful woman with a feminine body. But I snapped back into my thoughts and reminded myself that I was doing this to please Chris. After all, I wasn't going to be a woman forever, was I?

Chris handed me a cute light blue mini skirt. It took a bit of wiggling to pull it down over my waist and straighten out the hem line, just above my knees. I put on a pair of white high heels and turned to view the results in the mirror. "Wow, she sure is cute and sexy" I thought, and then realized that it was me in that mirror.

Chris quickly dressed in a pair of slacks and a sport shirt, and then motioned for me to grab a purse for our outing to town. "Where are we going" I asked. "Out to the park. I'm going to teach you how to walk, sit and move about as a graceful woman" he answered. As we walked through the lobby of the hotel and out onto the streets to a nearby park I noticed several men eyeing me. I held onto Chris's arm, for balance and also for the secure feeling of having my husband next to me.

The next hour or so was difficult. First Chris walked behind me and gave me pointers on how to swing my hips and take small feminine steps in high heels. At first, it took mental concentration to move my body the way Chris wanted, but after what seemed like miles of walking, I found myself walking naturally, in a very feminine and sexy way, and without any mental effort. In fact, once I tried to change my walk back to a masculine pace and found I couldn't. I hoped that is was only the high heels preventing me from regaining my old walking style. Finally, Chris motioned me over to a park bench to sit down. "No, not like that" said Chris. "Use your hands to straighten your skirt as you sit down, and keep your knees together. Now, keeping you knees together, cross your legs" Chris said. The silky smoothness of the pantyhose and the tight panties I was wearing made it easy to slide my legs across one another. We sat there for some time. I was glad to rest after all that walking.

"Now for a little test" said Chris. "Let's go to that restaurant over there and have lunch. I'm curious to see how many men give you the eye as you walk into the restaurant and sit down". I was beginning to feel quite confident of myself, or maybe it was merely that I was beginning to feel natural as a woman. In any case, I didn't hesitate to follow Chris into the restaurant. However, I was careful to hold Chris's arm as we entered, partially to signal to any prying eyes that I was his woman. As we ate lunch, Chris gave me pointers on proper table manners and gestures for a beautiful woman. And yes, I did observe several men glancing in my direction. I was glad to have Chris there to protect me from any unexpected male advances.

As we walked back to the hotel, Chris said that I had passed all of his expectations with beautiful feminine results. And to celebrate, tonight he was going to take me out on the town for an evening of dining and dancing at a plush nightclub. But first, we had to make a stop.The Beauty salon

Chris led me into a nearby beauty salon. I looked at him and asked what was going on. He replied, "I made an appointment for you to have your hair washed and set into a new permanent, plus some other beauty work". As the beautician lead me over to a chair in front of a large mirror, I was wondering to myself, just WHEN did Chris make this appointment, surely not before the wedding. "Oh well, another experience, and it will please Chris" I thought. The beautician put an apron around my neck and began to examine my hair. I looked down and could just see my crossed legs emanating from under my mini skirt.

I watched in the mirror as the beautician first washed, and then set my hair into large curlers. Even though it was a wig, it felt like she was working on real hair, growing right out of my head. "While your permanent is setting and drying, let's touch up your eyes and lips", she said. Chris reminded the beautician to use the special lipstick. Before I could ask what was so special about the lipstick, the beautician began to first outline my lips into full round feminine lines. Then she filled in the lips by brushing them with a bright red lip color. Admiring the results, I then asked Chris, "what is so special about this lipstick?" Chris looked at the beautician and they both smiled at each other. "You'll find out" said Chris.

Next, a young girl came over and took my hands and began to apply fresh nail polish to match my lipstick. While she was working on my hails, the beautician moved a table over beside me containing some small instruments. "What's this for?" I asked. Chris answered, "I have some beautiful jewelry for you to wear tonight. Unfortunately, the earrings are for pierced ears. I know you'll love them, but you must have your ears pierced to wear them. Piercing your ears won't hurt. Everybody does it". I tilted my head as the beautician applied a few drops of solution to my ear lobe. Chris was right, I didn't feel a thing, except for the two small tubes she left in my ears. "We'll remove the tubes when you put on the earrings" said Chris.

Next the beautician removed the curlers and began to brush, comb and tease my hair. First, she brushed and combed soft flowing curls down over my shoulders. Then she teased the top of my hair and created lovely soft bangs down over my forehead. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous. I looked beautiful, and I liked what I saw. I think Chris knew what I was thinking and was pleased.

As we walked back to the hotel, I tried to reflect on all the events of that day so far. I had awaken that morning lying next to Chris, as Carol. I had dressed in a mini skirt, and learned to walk, sit and act like a woman. I had admired the casual glances of men in the restaurant, and finally, I had experienced the sensations of going to a beauty salon. What more could I ask for. Just then I heart a high pitched whistle coming from a man walking behind me. I swayed my hips a little extra to give him a signal of my approval.

The Red Evening Gown

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Back in the bridal suite, I took off my heels and sat down to rest a bit. Walking like a woman in heels, in a mini skirt, although very sensuous, had been a bit tiring. Chris came over and gave me a very passionate and long kiss on the mouth. "You were great today Carol" he said. "But now it's time to get you ready for our night on the town". He walked over to the closet and pulled out a long sheer red evening dress. "You'll look lovely in this Carol" he said. "Let's get changed".

I removed the blouse and mini skirt. Chris handed me another pair of pantyhose that were shaded to match the red dress. I dutifully removed the pair I was wearing and put on the new pantyhose. Chris came over and looked at my waist line. "Your body is gradually molding into the shape of a woman, but this dress requires a smaller waist line. I'm afraid we'll have to cinch up your waist a little tighter to create the right fit". Chris took the laces and began to tighten the waist cincher from behind me. The more he tighten it, the more my breasts swelled up out of the middle of the bra. It took my breath away.

Chris handed me a strapless bra without saying anything. As I dutifully removed the old bra and put on the strapless bra, I admired the newly acquired curves on my chest. "Can you help me fasten the bra in back?" I asked. Next he motioned for me to put on the evening gown. I slipped it over my head and let it fall gracefully down around my body. Chris came over and zipped me into the dress from behind. He was right, the waist line was very narrow and feminine. The dress fell to the floor in a long straight, narrow flow, clinging tightly to my legs. "This will be difficult to walk in" I said. "The skirt is very tight fitting." "You'll get used to it, and besides, the dress will help you improve your feminine walk" he replied.

Chris opened a jewelry box on the dresser and proceeded to place a beautiful black jeweled choker collar around my neck. Next he carefully removed the ear lobe tubes and placed matching earrings into the holes. They were long and had a bit of a jingle as I moved my head. Finally, he handed me a pair of jeweled bracelets for my wrists. After putting on a pair of red heels, I stood in front of the mirror and marveled at what I saw. There stood a beautiful woman with soft feminine body curves, dressed in a seductive red dress, with long gently curled blond hair flowing down over her shoulders, wearing beautiful jewelry which offset her facial features, especially her beautiful inviting red lips.

"Chris, I'm afraid that you may have overdone it this time. Look at what a beautiful and seductive woman you have made me into. If I go out with you looking like this, the men in the nightclub will think of nothing but trying to get into bed with me". Chris smiled and said nothing. He was pleased with the results of the transformation and was thinking about future plans for his new wife.

Carol felt like Cinderella that evening. She danced and danced the evening away. She was becoming a little tipsy from the Champaign. Chris held her tightly as they navigated the dance floor, and Carol seem to melt into his arms. Chris was pleased with the way Carol had adapted to the tight fitting dress, moving even more seductively than she had that afternoon when he had instructed her in the art of feminine walk. As the evening wore on, he grew impatient to return to the bridal suite and the bedtime romance he had planned.

Second Night and a Big Decision

Carol was floating on cloud 9 as they returned to the bridal suite. Chris had been the perfect gentleman that evening, holding her arm as they walked about, moving her chair as she smoothed the skirt from under her when she sat down, pouring her Champaign, and how he romantically held her so tenderly on the dance floor. She thought, "I'll remain a woman for just a few more hours, and tonight I will again let Chris enjoy the sensual pleasures of their bridal bed, their sexual transformations." But she also thought about tomorrow and that they really should return to reality and to their proper sexual roles.

Chris was also reflecting on the evenings activities, but as for the future, his thoughts were not quite the same as Carol's. "Once you create a beautiful woman, you can't let her go" he thought.

Carol stood there in her seductive red gown. Looking at Chris, she asked, "what do you have in store for me tonight?" As Chris removed his suit and tie, he looked toward Carol and said, "Tonight, I want to enjoy you totally, as you are. Please remove ALL of your clothing and get into bed. I'll be out in a minute."

Carol felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. She turn to Chris and said, "What ever you wish dear." And then she added, "Chris, would you please help me unzip this dress and then help me remove the waist cincher". Chris performed the necessary tasks and disappeared into the bathroom.

After a bit, Carol stood there without any clothing on. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Quite a good transformation, except for one detail" she thought. Her waist had become narrow, her hips had mystically filled out, her body was smooth and hairless, and the synthetic breasts remained securely attached to her chest, tightly coupled to her body by the adhesive Chris had applied. Her long blond hair flowed down over her naked shoulders. She turned off the lights and climbed into bed. The feeling of satin sheets beneath her sent signals of sensuous desire through her body. She closed her eyes and waited.

In a few moments, Chris came into the bedroom. Carol could not see him, but suspected that he had abandoned the pj tops. He lay down beside her and but his arms around her. "Carol, you have proven to be a wonderful, receptive and obedient wife, and I love you for it, but tonight I am going to give you a choice. You can make love to me as a man. After all, I really am a female. I will open my body to you and not resist. I will be your wife. OR,"

"You may continue to be MY wife tonight. I will satisfy your desires beyond your wildest dreams. I will make you feel like a woman, fulfilled in every respect. What do you want?"

Carol had already made up her mind to be Chris's wife for yet another night. The transformation into being a beautiful woman and wife to Chris had been overwhelming. She had become willingly submissive to his desires. To change roles now would be impossible. "I will be your wife again tonight" said Carol.

"There's only one condition" said Chris. "If you let me be your husband tonight, then there will be no going back. You must agree to remain as my wife, remain a woman, for as long as we are married. I have transformed you into a beautiful woman. I want you to be my wife forever.


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