A Bride for Halloween (2 page)

"OK, hang on for just a second. This is the moment of truth."

Jenny went back into her closet and came out with a beautiful white wedding gown.

Jenny helped me out of the red dress. She lifted the gown over my head and helped me get my arms into the sleeves. Then she zipped up the back of the dress and buttoned a seemingly endless array of buttons down the back of the dress.

Like yesterday, I had the sensation of being trapped in the dress. Yesterday I had merely been zipped into Shelly’s dress; today I was zipped and buttoned into Jenny’s gown.

"There. How does that feel?"

"Pretty weird, actually."

"No, honey, I mean, is it comfortable."

"I guess so. It’s not like I have a lot of experience to compare against."

"Oh, I don’t know. You make a pretty convincing bride. I bet if I dropped you off at a church right now, we’d have a long line of guys wanting to be your groom."

I blushed violently and hoped that Jenny couldn’t see me blushing through the makeup.

"Oh, yeah. I’m sure."

"I’m serious. We can test out my theory if you want. My car’s right outside."

I panicked inside. I knew that Jenny wasn’t serious, but the thought of being paraded down the aisle and become a real life bride provoked a lot of feelings inside of me - on the one hand, an extreme fear; but on the other hand, a pretty pleasurable feeling of excitement. My sexually preferences are very clearly toward women, and this feeling didn’t change that. It wasn’t that I felt attracted to men; but rather the bridal experience that thrilled me.

Jenny must have noticed some discomfort. She came over to me, and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"I’m just kidding, honey. I like this dress way too much to let you run off with and an get married. I need you to be my bride, not the bride of some nasty man."

I grinned a small grin and Jenny kissed me again.

"OK, come over to the mirror. I’ll help you."

I moved slowly over toward the mirror. It was hard to walk in the heels, and the gown’s train was making things even more difficult.

"This train really make it hard to move around without tripping on something."

"Just be glad it’s as short as it is. I went with the chapel length train - the cathedral length is much longer."

"Wow. How do those brides manage to walk?"

"Lots of practice. Just like we’re going to do for you."

I looked in the mirror, and I was pretty shocked with what I saw. Jenny had done an amazing job on my hair and makeup, and the dress looked beautiful on me. There was no way that anyone would be able to tell that I was actually a guy. I was convinced that Jenny was right - if she dropped me off at a church at that instant, I would have been married off.

"OK, you look pretty good right now. The gown is pretty flat, but we’ll get a crinoline to puff up the skirt. The 3 inch heels will boost your height up. I still need to get a veil and some costume jewelry for you. We’ll have to do something more realistic for your breasts, paint your nails a nice shade, and shave off that leg and armpit hair. Luckily, you don’t have any facial hair, so that will help."

"Wow, you really don’t do anything halfway, do you?"

"Hey, there’s a $250 prize for the best costumes. Not only that, but I take a lot of pride in my work."

"I always thought that women with good work ethics were really sexy."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. We both have a lot of work in front of us. We only have a month to turn you into a bride that not only looks like a bride, but walks like a bride and talks like a bride. I should be getting most of the accessories in the next week or so. We have a lot to work on, but we’ll do a little bit at a time. I hope you have your weekends free."

"Well, I guess."

"Like I said, I’ll make it worth your while. Lots of free dessert. Nothing is too good for my fiancee."

My heart got a little jittery with that word. I really hoped that Jenny I would would have a relationship after we were done with the Halloween party. I was really falling for her, and I hoped the feeling was mutual. I was pretty sure that it was, because Jenny wasn’t the type of girl to lead a guy on.

"OK, let’s get you out of that dress and get something to eat."

With Jenny’s assistance, I was eventually able to free myself from my wedding gown. I kick off my heels and picked up my jeans and t-shirt. After being confined inside my wedding gown by the zippers and buttons, it would be nice to slip into something a little more comfortable.

"Where do you think you’re going with those clothes?"

"Um, to change?"

"Change back into this." Jenny handed me the red dress I had worn earlier.

"You want me to go out in public wearing a dress?"

"A month from now you’ll be a blushing bride in front of hundreds of spectators. You really could use some practice"

"But what if someone sees me?"

"Don’t worry, honey, we’ll get out of town a bit. Besides, nobody would ever suspect a thing. Just trust me."

"Why did I ever let myself get roped into this?"

"If I had to hazard a guess, it’s because you’re trying to get into my pants. You’re doing pretty well so far - you’re already getting into my dresses" Jenny quipped.

Jenny helped me squeeze back into the red dress.

"Hang on just a sec" she said as she poked around in the closet. "Ah, here we are."

Jenny help a pair of red flats in her hand. "You probably need a break from the heels by now."

"That’s not the least of what I need a break from" I whined.

"Oh, Mikey, be a good sport" she said as she kissed me gently on the lips.

"We really need a different name for you - people are going to look at us funny if I call you Mikey. I think your new name should be Heidi."

"Why Heidi" I asked?

"Because you’re ‘hiding’ a little something. Get it - Heidi is hiding something?"

"Funny, very funny"

"Besides, it’s a lovely name. I’ve always liked it, so it’s appropriate that my bride should be name Heidi".

I wandered into the living room and watch a little TV as I waited for Jenny to get ready.

A few minutes later, Jenny came into the living room wearing a green dress that was similar to mine. She was also carrying two small purses - one red, one green. I could only imagine who the red purse was for.

"Here you go, Heidi. A woman mustn’t go anywhere without her purse."

I opened the purse a took a peak inside. There were a couple of lipsticks, a tube of mascara, and some tampons.

Jenny grinned. "Hey, a girl needs to be prepared for any emergency."

We decided to eat at the Outback Steakhouse. The Outback was in the middle of a large mall. I nearly peed my panties when I realized that we would need to walk through a crowd of shoppers to get to the restaurant.

"Shit. What if somebody sees me?"

"I seriously doubt that anyone would recognize you, Heidi. Please watch your language - ladies don’t use such foul language."

We got into the restaurant and were quickly seated at a table for two.

"Good evening ladies. My name is Jeremy and I will be your waiter tonight."

Butterflies surfaced in my stomach as this strange guy referred to me as a lady. I ordered ordered a soda, using the softest possible voice. After all, I did not want Jeremy to discover that I was packing a penis in my panties - that would have been an embarrassing situation for all of us.

Jeremy left to go get our drinks and Jenny leaned across the table toward me.

"He is totally checking you out!"

"Don’t be ridiculous, Jenny."

"I’m serious. I’m telling you, you are one hot, sexy mama."

I blushed at the "compliment". I hated to admit it, but I suspected that Jenny was right - on both counts. She had done a tremendous job of turning me into an attractive female, and it did appear that Jeremy had taken notice.

Jeremy returned with our drinks and we both ordered steaks. I noticed that even when Jenny was ordering, his eyes were fixed on me.

I could swear that Jeremy winked at me as he left our table. It made me really nervous to have a guy looking me up and down. In a strange way, though, it felt nice to have the attention. It made me feel pretty - although I wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. I had never considered myself to be pretty before. But then again, I had never been out in public in a sexy red dress with my hair done up in curls before, either. At this point, the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering full blast.

"Are you done daydreaming about our hunk of a waiter?"

I blushed and focused my attention back on my dinner companion.

"Sorry, Jenny. My mind was somewhere else."

"You’re mine until the party, remember that. If you forget that, I’ll make sure you sing soprano. You can chase down Jeremy after I’m done with you."

"I’m not ... that wasn’t ... I didn’t ..." I stumbled through an incredibly incoherent attempt at an explanation."

"It’s OK, dear. I completely understand. He’s grade A prime beef, and I can’t blame you one bit."

My blushed deepened to a furious shade of red.

"You are so cute when you blush, Heidi. All the guys love to see a girl blush."

When our steaks arrived, Jenny reminded me to mind my manners. Ladies have proper table manners and take small bites, she told me. I was famished, but I cut my steak into tiny pieces just as she did.

We finished our meal, and Jenny paid the bill. Jeremy saw us heading out the door and told us to have a good night.

"My friend Heidi says she might give you her number if you’re nice to us again next time" Jenny told him.

I only blushed mildly this time. I could see that Jeremy was blushing, too.

"You are such a flirt, Heidi." "Me? You were the one who said I’d give him my number."

"I had to give him something to keep you interested."

"No, you didn’t. Why would I need a guy to be interested in me?"

"You never know, Heidi. Our marriage might not work out. It could be handy for you to have a guy on the side."

I laughed at this. Jenny either had a very strange sense of humor, or she was really beginning to think of me as a woman. Or quite possibly, both.

My butterflies started beating their wings again as we entered the main flow of traffic in the mall. I couldn’t help fearing that someone I knew would recognize me.

Jenny suggested that we head back to her place, and I heartily agreed. I craved the safe haven of her apartment, away from the stares of me who saw me as nothing but a sex object, another pretty woman walking down the mall.

We cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. It was a chick flick, but I didn’t mind.

The movie ended, and Jenny and I headed back to her bedroom.