Friday, 25 November 2016

My Wedding - 3




They say a bride looks radiant on her wedding day and, although technically I was not the woman, but I was radiant as a bride. The photographer girl started positioning me for the posed shots. First, she took my official full-length bridal portrait. I was holding my bouquet at waist; Alvira  teased me to smile for the Bridal photographs. A second portrait was taken with my veil lowered over face. I wanted to run but I was helpless my heart was sinking as Manva fixed my veil.
 

I barely noticed the flashes as the photographer snapped off one picture after another. "My humiliation will be well documented"
 

I thought. "How did I let this happen? Could I have been a better boyfriend to cute girl like Smitali or Piyu? I always thought that one day I'd be married, but as the groom, not the bride! Now here I am, all dressed in bridal Gown with veil over my face, Long hair, going to walk down the aisle to be wed to a MAN! Oh dear, how could this be!"
 

I was having a shiver going down my spine, as I know I am going to get married in wedding gown, in presence of public! Nervousness screamed through my body, I found I was totally the center of attention, girls and ladies ohhing and ahhing. My knees were shaking.  My breath seemed to catch in my throat, and my knees felt a bit weak.

 

We walked very slowly out the back door and over to the hall. It seemed to take forever, since I could only take about six inch steps in this huge Wedding Gown. On the long walk from the backroom to the main entrance I kept seeing faces of people, even some local college boys and girls of my age had gathered to watch the bride, some boys were looking at my voluminous petticoats and all of them were wide-eyed with wonder at the beautiful bride I had become. The breeze was cool on my face beneath the veil and it kept lifting the net in front of my face. I was radiantly happy, as a bride ought to be on her wedding day. Everyone’s eyes were on me alone; Cameras clicked and whirred as countless lenses captured my arrival. My glowing smile beneath the veil was captured on countless films. The photographer was waiting at the hall door.

 

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. It was all I could do to stand up. Seeing all those people made me finally realize that I was actually going to marry someone! I remember thinking: "Wow, I am getting married today! That too in a gown as a bride” It was almost uncanny.... I had always fantasized about marrying a sweet attractive woman like Smitali and Piyu living a great life with her as my partner. Now I was going to be the little bride in this huge gown to make my husband very happy. I was searching for Piyu, I desperately want Piyu to accompanying me.

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Here she is !! Piyu met me at the hall door she was now changed into best man’s dress she was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie she was wearing black leather shoes. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. A girl standing beside me was wearing male clothes and I the true male was wearing such restraining bridal clothes going to marry an unknown personality. My cock was springing with every thought of being Bride for the forthcoming wedding. Standing controlled and enclosed like that made me feel hot, and my imprisoned manhood struggled hopelessly within its bridal prison. I tried on several occasions to bring my hands round to my front and touch my member behind the petticoats, but I could not do it and even if I had, the petticoats were so voluminous, that I was not able to reach there.

Lovely Piyu
 
 

"You look stunning," she said. "I shall find it very difficult to think of you as a male."
 

I was happy now! But the happiness remained for seconds a when I heard what Piyu said.
 

Piyu came near to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear,

"Rahul, Don’t be nervous most girls get a case of the 'butterflies' on their wedding day.  Be a good bride. As the bride, I want you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to be a bride. I know that you'll enjoy the sensations of being sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful Bride at the wedding.  I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for commitment, obedience and lust to your husband.  I want you to be the center of attention and adoring eyes.  I want you to feel what it is like to be the only focus of desire and want from your husband. Your husband is really a sweet. Just between you and me, your in-laws are very dominant. See, that's like a real man you are not worth to be a man. It is better if man like you remain a housewife for entire life. Now, we must go your groom is waiting”
 

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I cringed a little at the thought. What would it be like going to Sasural ( In-laws home ) with a man as his bride?  The idea scared the hell out of me. My breath came in harsh gasps and I thought my knees would buckle as I gazed at Piyu helplessly who with one mistake I made that night, had captured my body and soul and taken me on a one way journey into total subjugation to her every cruel whim and humiliating edict.

 

I felt that the hall must be filled with angels to mark the marriage of such a beautiful bride. With a sudden pang I imagined myself getting married to a MAN. Would he know that I am a BOY in beautiful white wedding gown? Would his parents welcome me to their family? Would I be allowed to be a bride?

 

I was in a total shock, and was in a right state. "How can I pull this off," I asked. "I’m a man for god’s sake, not a woman; I don’t know how to be a wife or daughter-in-law of somebody."

 

"Look at you Shilpa," Piyu said; I didn’t need to look to see that I was dressed in a huge bridal gown and veil. "You have moved on from being merely a man in a wedding gown. You are truly a girl when you become Shilpa, you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your life."

 

 "Yes, but a wife of a man!" I added. "I am scared, Piyu, what if I get ‘read’ by someone, what then?"

 

I screamed in my head. "I'm a MAN - A MAN! Not a WOMAN! I can't be married to him! I can't be his wife! Oh, please! Can’t anyone hear me??"

 

Piyu assured me “You are a beautiful young lady, Shilpa, and it is about time you came to realize that. Now as per the ritual, look forward to bend over and tie laces of your husband's shoes after wedding. She added kissing me again reassuringly. Were this planned, a humiliation, and a kind of ego-reducing, submissive training?

 
Sonali

Aditi

 


Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in, thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was veiled and my hands were admiring ruffle silk of my bridal gown, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a Bride all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I did not succeed. A strange feeling crept up and down my spine and made my cock swell.

 

Deep in their hearts, all would-be and novice Brides thrill at the thought of the wedding day they surrender all. They long for that one sacrificial moment when the nose ring is locked in their nose and face is covered with Ghunghat, every ounce of control and decision-making is forever stripped away.

 

I was too scared now. I’m going to try to be the best wife there ever was!  Wife?

How could I say something so stupid! I was never, ever going to be any body's wife!

It was going to be a perfect wedding – where I was the bride!

How could I be the bride? It was a world tossed on its head and the only thing I wanted was out! Now! I wanted this insanity to stop!

I wanted everything to go wrong! I wasn’t about to be somebody’s bride! I didn’t want it to happen.

But all I could do was stand there quietly, in my Bridal Gown

 

She then rearranged my veil. I was shaking. “Oh my god what have I gotten myself into!” I thought

 

The veil really did it for me. As if the wedding dress hadn’t been enough to convince anyone that I was the total bride those little additions sealed it.

 

Piyu then added. "Well Shilpa, as eagerly as you are looking forward to the beautiful moment when you and your husband say ‘I do’, I know you are also eagerly looking forward to tonight! You first night"
 

"Stop!" I screamed inside my head.
 

I stumbled slightly at the thought of my wedding night. I clutched Piyu's arm for support. She paused. "All right, dear?" she asked. I just looked at her, swallowed and nodded, and we continued. My mind continued to wander to all the images and descriptions that the Magazines had. Me, under a man. Being taken like a woman. I wondered how it would be. I began to get dizzy again. "I can't do this!" I screamed in my brain. "I'm not a girl, I'm a guy! Won't anyone please listen?"
 

Don’t go there, pleeeze! It’s not going to happen! Not to me, I cannot be bride! There cannot be a wedding night! How can I be married to a man? It’s ridiculous!
 




I was not going to be the bride in any wedding! There just had to be a way out!

Please!! I couldn't accept the fact that there wasn’t one thing I could do about it, and that it was actually going to happen!
 

But whether I could accept it or not, I knew that didn’t matter. I knew that because, as terror stricken as I was at the moment, I was still standing there in my bridal gown as if I was a blushing bride about to commit my life to the husband of my dreams!
 

The music began. Here comes the bride…… Oh! It was the time now I can’t go back. …
 
 
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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My Wedding - 2



"Shilpaji you look incredible. What does the gown feel like? How do you feel?" asked Manva.
 

"Completely unreal," I said, putting my hands down by my side and resting them on the fabric.

"I can hardly tell that there is a body under this gown at all."
 

I began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came when I wore such clothing.
 

"The total weight of your gown and petticoats is almost 16 KGs, You would make a stunning bride in that gown, Shilpaji" she said and I had to agree.

My Cross-dressed Wedding Gown

 
"You know, you are getting married to a suitable man in suit, you will look a fantastic bride in a wedding gown." Manva said after a while.

 

'Come off it Manva, of course I am a man! I'll be the groom and wear a Tuxedo or Jodhpuri at my real wedding, how can I be in gown?' I protested inside my mind.
 

Manva stepped back, admiring the view. "Go ahead Shilpa" she said, "Swish it around a little. Have fun with it."
 



I spun my hips left and right, watching a pool of frill and ruffles at my feet swirl around me. I reached down to caress the folds of cotton & silk pushing it this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.
 

And yet I was completely happy with that gown. It was beautiful and I felt amazing to be wearing it. I expressed my joy with Manva she said with laughing. "I doubt whether you will be able to get down the aisle to your spouse in it properly!"
 

I paraded once more round the room then very carefully stood in middle of the room. The gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for others to stand. They walked me up and down to get me used to the volume of the petticoats. The gown was heavy and constricting, and the petticoats rustled loudly with every step I took. The gown flowed around my lower body. It was wonderful to walk in the bridal gown and I felt so feminine as it swirled around me and as the petticoat frills dragged on the carpet. Walking in gown with erect cock was fabulous. Turning was an interesting problem because I had to be very careful. Manva told me hold up the hem at the front to avoid tripping over, and that a glimpse of frilly petticoat was a surefire way of attracting attention from anybody.
 
Crossdresser's Petticoats


As I walked, I was very aware of the motion my legs imparted to the heavy petticoats and the bridal gown and it further intensified my arousal. I had become very aroused and had lot of trouble in walking with erect cock. I shivered the feeling of being a bride, warmed my body temperature.
 

"That's it, swish those petticoats look up and smile. The more petticoats for you to feel the burden of womanhood” Alvira teased me. I was red with shame. I was looking at Manva she was wearing a black cotton trouser & a black kurta. How confident she was in male clothes! And a MAN like me was confined in the Bridal gown.  All other girls were enjoying my transformation from Boy to BRIDE.
 

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The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of their own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis. Now I was locked in my gown I couldn’t reach the back, so I was bound in that gown until someone can unzip it for me.
 

Shilpa's mom walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said with a mischievous glint to her eyes, “Yeah! You are a very beautiful bride. Nothing makes a boy look more feminine than in a wedding gown! Piyu told me that you are nervous about the wedding plan doesn’t worry of your groom. You are going to go weak in the knees when you will see your groom, while walking down that aisle! Shilpa Take some time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel.  Think about your wedding and of course. Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you would have been having on your wedding night at your Sasural! If it was a real wedding?"
 

"It's time now little bride, time to go to your husband" Manva snarled.
 

Ohhhh I don't want to go... I don't want to face Kiran in wedding gown as his bride... Sonali and Aditi will also be there ... Why did I agree to this??? But who will listen to me now? There was no going back now... Manva said the limo has arrived, I started slowly lifting one feet...my petticoats and gown made lot of noise but soon my other feet followed, Manva showed me how to lift the gown slightly with both the hands while walking. Alvira was enjoying my torturous walk..
 

Finally the car arrived at the front of the parlor. Manva and her assistances helped me to sit into the car .It is very difficult to sit in a car in bridal gown with so much petticoats. It was a remarkable feeling to be sitting in a car dressed as a bride. I was terrified.  There I was, sitting into my car seat, dressed as a Bride, with my face covered in veil, for the entire world to see.
 

When I got in to the car the wind caught my veil and it felt fantastic!! I felt like a queen! Car dropped us at the backroom of the hall. Everyone helped me get out of the car.  All the girls helped me to freshen up my makeup and puffed my bridal gown.
 

Somebody said hall was packed with men and women. The runway thrust out into the crowd, everyone had come to attend this wedding , including cameramen from national papers as well as local ones and there was even a crew from the television station. I felt very exposed but at the same time very excited. Without looking under my gown, nobody could tell that I was really a man. As I gaze at the image, I have become a bride about to be wed. My heart sank but I knew I had no choice for I now knew what was about to happen. I was about to become the bride. My member was rock hard. I was not able to even touch it due to my huge gown.

 

 
"Noooo!!!" My whole self -- body and spirit -- screamed a denial. I couldn't be that. Being a bride in huge gown was barbaric and demeaning. It meant a loss of self and humiliation. I'd just managed to excavate my self-esteem from the subbasement where it had been hiding. I didn't want someone taking it from me. Plus I had some huge vanilla misgivings. What if someone who knew me found out? What would they ever think of me? It's so wrong, this wedding thing.







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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author would like to clear that no person was actually harmed and this blog is just another fantasy of the author. Author does not intend or exhibit any insult to any religion, caste, community, country, men, women, any living or non-living thing. Any views or opinions are not intended to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, organization, company, or individual. The intention behind this blog is pure entertainment and nothing else.
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Friday, 18 November 2016

My Wedding - 1


Manva was waiting for my answer.. She asked me again

"Shilpaji it is your last chance to think about wedding...I once again ask you this question..do you really agree to be a bride?"

I once again looked down at my petticoats they ballooned out with lot of frills flouncing in four layers, petticoats were eager to give my gown its fullness and the hint of feminine frills under my gown were going to kill me.

I said “Yes ! Manava Yes, I want to become a bride and I want to wear the bridal gown now”

“Great Shilpaji, once you wear the gown, I promise! You will never want to come out of it”

I stood there thinking, my knees shaking, hardly able to believe that I was going to be a bride of someone.

For what seemed an age, I stood there, my eyes closed, unable to believe what was happening, I can hear the rustling sound of fabric behind me.

“Hold your hand straight up”, Ordered Manva, I raised my hands up.

"Look Manva ji, She's so excited that She's about to faint." Said one of the assistant.

"That's common among brides who are about to get ready for their 'big' day," she smirked.


Together they lifted the heavy gown over my head. One of the assistants was already ready on the ladder. The  team of three girls slowly started  lowering it over me, I felt dizzy with the pleasure of the sensation of the gown; I could scarcely believe that a beautiful gown was mine and that I was going to be seen by the whole world wearing it  and I could feel the silky and linen material brushing against my face. Brushing over my hands and arms and slowly it reached my waist. My petticoats stopped its fall.  The the balloon sleeves, and collar was brought over my shoulders. Both ladies labored to get the dress positioned properly; twisting the hem and straightening the bodice so it was in place. They spread the skirts over the petticoats, fluffing them to give them more volume. I just stood and watched in disbelief as my transformation into a blushing bride was nearly completed.  

Then Manva stepped behind me and placed one hand on the zipper. "Take a deep breath and hold," she commanded. 

Slowly I felt the zipper being worked past my waist, up my back, and finally ending between my shoulders. As she zipped the gown I felt it around my body as it slowly sealed me in. The skirt of the gown pushed firmly against the petticoats, which were fighting to maintain their bell shape. Manva tugged at the zipper a few times and hooked the top together. I immediately felt the enormous weight of it. It was much heavier than I had anticipated. The material of the skirt was rich shiny silk on outside and heavy linen inside.

The incredible feeling of being enveloped in this magnificent finery is simply indescribable! And on account of the zip on the back, I need assistance to get out of it - how I do love to be made to remain dressed, waiting patiently to be released! I was now totally locked in to my own clothes. Now it was not possible for me to run away. I was now a “Don’t runaway bride”. I enjoyed the sensation being bride; I felt the weight of the gown on my shoulders & waist. It was definitely heavy, but softly femininely uncomfortable. My cock was almost 8” inches long and pressing hard on the petticoats. My cock started tightening and growing at the thought of my helpless. I wanted to see myself in a mirror. 


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I calmed down a little, Manva then attached 2 platinum pearl earrings to my ears and a pearl necklace started glistering around my neck. I realized that I am standing like this for almost 2 hours. My legs were aching now ...weight of the gown and petticoats was also punishing my entire body...I wanted to sit down so I started looking for chair...I realized it was very difficult for me to make a slightest movement...

Finally, the task was finished. Then she stepped in front of me and nodded with silent approval. The gown fit beautifully.

"Heavy, isn't it?" Manva nodded at me.

I remembered the lines from magazine ‘The Bride’; a woman’s wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal Gown.

 "All wedding gowns have to be heavy to remind the bride when she's saying her vows, the burden of responsibility she now has in looking after the marital home, her new husband and in-laws."  Added Manva.

Manva guessed my uneasiness and said "You are a bride Shilpa and you should now look forward to your wedding and the responsibility soon landing on your shoulders...at your in-laws you will mostly be standing and very rarely will get a chance to sit"

I wanted to laugh, because Manva seemed to be unaware that I was going to be a bride and a woman till tomorrow afternoon. But I chose to keep mum.. I now desperately wanted to see myself in mirror. 

The wall before me was curtained but Manva went ahead and opened the curtains to reveal the full size mirror. It was amazing! Before me appeared a real girl, dressed in her wedding gown. How long I stood there staring at myself with no evidence of maleness left, running my hands lightly along the cool silk of the gown, my fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savoring with a mixture of fear and awes the feelings that assaulted me.
 

 
 
 

The immediate feeling I got that, the bride in the mirror is not me but real Shilpa. And I am her master, I must punish her, I must teach her a lesson, I wanted to tie both the wrists of the bride in the mirror, above her head in suspending handcuffs and cane her...

My gown actually started lifting due to my enormous erection. I somehow, controlled it. There was absolutely no place for my cock to straighten up as every inch inside my gown was filled with petticoats. My gown and its petticoats were occupying two feet space each side of my body.
 
 

I was now scared...what if Kiran also thinks so?? I remembered on engagement Kiran was looking at my petticoat frills peeping out from my Saree and he was particularly enjoying when I was handcuffed with him...

What if Kiran makes me stand in handcuffs?? And if then finds that his bride is actually a Man?? How much will he cane me? I think he will keep me standing like that for entire night. He may call Sonali, Aditi and Rekhaji to our bedroom, then they all will laugh at me... Then they will use cane on my bottom to punish me??  They will then handover me to police in the morning...
 
 

Please.... I don't want to become a bride or wife..I wanted to remove the gown... I tried to reach the zip but in vain...

 "No no Shilpa...now we cannot remove the gown...as a ritual once you wear a wedding gown, it has to removed only after the wedding. Now your in-laws only will remove it in the evening.  By then you must carry the weight of wedding gown and petticoats and enjoy the burden of being Bride today..." Manva stopped me from unzipping the gown..

I then stood gaping, with my mouth wide open at the reflection from the mirror. I couldn't believe it. There standing in front of me was a gorgeous bride to be. No mistaking it. There stood the image of a virgin bride Shilpa staring back at me. I stood there speechless, staring. Just then the door burst open and in came Shilpa's mom in white silk saree. I was embarrassed, but luckily they closed the door behind her.

"Wow," said Shilpa's mom,. "She's stunning!” she squealed smiling.

I was again at a loss for words. Just then, to make matters even harder for my poor mind to comprehend, Alvira walked through the door. I felt like the whole world had stopped.

....my my my..... Alvira was looking so gorgeous in her bridesmaid dress that, I for a moment forgot about my situation, Alvira's dress was a half sleeved white one piece dress, tight top with a flared umbrella skirt just below the knees. Hair tied in a crown with a silver tiara and all pearl jewellery...with white sandals. I wanted to kiss her but soon I realized the weight of petticoats and gown pressing the adventure happening inside..
 

Alvira came running towards me..."Shilpa you look very very pretty... You are the perfect match for Kiran. The gown is lovely and full just like British princess" She then touched my gown, she then fiddled with the frilly hem of the gown and told me how good I looked, she then tried to squeeze the hobbled gown and petticoats with her weak arms but she couldn't...due to resistance of petticoats inside the gown. She suddenly started laughing, which made me very nervous...

"Where is Piyu?" I asked her

"Piyu is preparing, she will meet us at wedding hall" said Alvira

She laughed mischievously and lifted the gown a little to expose my struggling petticoats. She counted the petticoats again.

"Good punishment for you, enjoy 4 petticoats"

Manva then asked me to close my eyes... I was clueless, now what?? I wondered and closed my eyes

I can feel something done with my head, I opened my eyes to realize that a veil attached to my head. Manva slowly lowered it cover my face. It was difficult to see through the veil. The veil was magnificent in its own right. It consisted of three layers of net with an embroidered border. Manva arranged the net very carefully so that a layer of it fell in front of my face. I tried to see past the veil, but it was too tightly woven for me to see through it. I was in my own little bridal world. I was now confined to my bridal world. I knew I looked fabulous. but it was always a part of my fantasy, now I was a complete bride.

I want Piyu besides me..I am scared without her...Manva also changed into nice dress and said "The limousine is on the way, which will take the bride to the venue"

I skipped a beat ‘The time has come’
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author would like to clear that no person was actually harmed and this blog is just another fantasy of the author. Author does not intend or exhibit any insult to any religion, caste, community, country, men, women, any living or non-living thing. Any views or opinions are not intended to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, organization, company, or individual. The intention behind this blog is pure entertainment and nothing else.
All images used are for illustrative purposes only. This blog claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners and are taken from public domain. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please put your comments in box provided at the end of each post, with a link to the said image and it will be promptly removed.