The Wedding

William fussed with his outfit turning to make sure that everything was in lace. He looked in the mirror noticing his best friend eyeing him in the full-length mirror. He turned and spoke. �I sometimes feel that I am two different people. Have you ever felt that way?�

Frank turned to his best friend and looked him in the eyes, shaking his head. �No, to be honest, William, I haven�t. But looking at your life, I can understand how you�d feel that way.� He went back to attempting to tie his bow tie.

William nodded as he helped his friend with his tie. As he pulled the end together and neatly tied it into place, he smiled. �Thanks for trying to understand. I mean, growing up with mother and meeting all of her demands, then meeting Barbara and trying to fulfill all her needs, plus the business. I just feel pulled in some many different directions sometimes.�

Patting his friend on his shirtfront, he smiled. Frank had been his best friend all his life. He sometimes wondered what he�d do without him. He was his confidant, his alter ego, and everything he wasn�t. Sometimes he wished that he were Frank. Life always seemed so easy, so simple, to the handsome man. It always seemed like Frank moved in one direction without ever having to make a choice.

Impulsively, William kissed his best friend on the lips.

Frank kissed him back reminding him that he would ruin his makeup if he went any further. Frank was right.

William knew that if he continued to kiss his friend, he might even start to bawl which would truly mean that he�s look a mess for the wedding. And he knew he didn�t want that. After all, Barbara and his mother planned everything out and he didn�t want them upset.

William stood back and looked at his friend, smiling. �You are the best friend I could ever want, Frank. You always know the right thing to say and do.� William�s hand was still on Frank�s chest, touching his shirt. As his eyes dropped even with the man�s belt, he spied something familiar.

His hand strayed to Frank�s belt and below. He smiled. �Ah, but someone is awake. Someone has a mind of his own. Little Frankie says something different.�

William touched the bulge in Frank�s tuxedo pants. William traced the growing shape with his lacquered fingernails. The luminescent pink polish looked pretty against the pin-stripped grey of the pleated wool. �Someone wants some attention.� William wanted to please his best friend.

But Frank�s large hand interceded. He pulled William�s smaller hand away and held it tight. �Not now, William. There will be plenty of time for that later.�

William made a sad face as Frank held onto his hand and led him over to the mirror. �Finish getting dressed. We don�t have that much time.�

As William adjusted his bodice, pushing his small breasts up trying for more cleavage, he spoke. �They�ll wait for us. I wish that sometimes I were in charge of how and when everything is done.� He sighed. He barely filled out the top and while he knew he looked quite pretty in the outfit, he still was not happy. Everyone involved reminded him that he looked just fine, but in his eyes, he wanted more.

Frank spoke behind him, gently running his hand along William�s bare shoulder. �You�re in charge of a lot of things. You are in charge at work. You�re the brains behind your mother�s accounting firm that brings in millions of dollars in business each day.�

William leaned back into Frank�s touch. He sighed. Frank�s thick, calloused hand felt warm against his bare skin. William�s hands strayed to his hair, touching the curls on the top of his head intertwined with the flowers. He absentmindedly touched the tendrils of hair that fell loose across his face. He did look good.

William smiled. It was a good day and Frank was right. He was important, he did good work.

William looked in the mirror with a smile. After all, this was his wedding day and he should be happy. He looked at his satin shoes. They were beautiful shoes, custom made for this special day. Open toed with four-inch heels, they elevated his legs making them look slim and sleek. He loved the way the pink polish on his toes contrasted with the sheer white stocking.

He stepped back admiring his legs and how the tops of the stockings and their pretty lace was visible when he took a step. The skirt of his gown was short and flared out with several stiff lace petticoats visible. He knew as he walked that his tiny lace thong could also be seen. Inquiring eyes would discern his powdered and shaven genitals held snugly in their tiny pouch. And those same eyes would glimpse his bare rounded bottom as he passed by with only a tiny lace string connecting the thong in the back.

He did look good. The past few months of increased hormones and dieting had made him look better than ever and he felt proud of what he was.

He truly led two lives. At work, he was a button-down master of an accounting firm started by his mother years ago. There, he ruled with a fussy but demanding demeanor keeping his personal life hidden from all. Only at home did anyone know of his personal needs.

And those few were his mother, Frank, and his new spouse, Barbara. They knew the sissy side of him. They understood his need to serve. They cherished his need for humiliation.

William never had given his schism a thought. He had grown up with a demanding mother who had molded him from the beginning. Serving mother was a full time job and it was both satisfying and exhilarating for William. He didn�t need friends because he had Frank. And Frank accepted William and their relationship grew in a similar fashion.

Then came Barbara. She, like mother, was quite demanding, yet this only made him grow more excited at the prospect of satisfying two wonderful women. He had allowed the two of them to join together in molding him into what they wanted.

As he looked at his feminine self in the mirror, he smiled. This is what they all wanted. Together they had watched as he had taken the first pills that eventually would chemically castrate him. He beamed with their approval as he had taken the estrogen that would plump up his bottom and enlarge his nipples and finally his breasts. He felt good that this was what they wanted.

And when Barbara told him they were getting married, he cried tears of joy.

Frank led him out of the dressing room as the sound of the organ began the processional. William walked carefully in the high heels, making sure that he didn�t trip or twist his delicate ankle.

As they came to the doorways of the church, William gasped to see everyone turn to look at him on Frank�s arm. He panicked for a brief minute and wanted to turn and run but Frank held him tightly.

William was horrified to see that everyone from the office and everyone he did business with and everyone he knew all sat in the pews observing the sissy in all of his finery. He felt himself turning red with embarrassment as he realized that everyone he came in contact with now saw the real William.

There was no hiding the long hair in a simple rubber band. There was no disguising the changing body under formless suits. It was all out in the open now and everyone saw him for what he truly was.

Frank leaned into William. �This is our present to you, William. This is from your mother, Barbara, and me. It�s time the everyone knew who you truly are.�

William looked up at Frank. He was still in total shock and disbelief at what was happening. He was still walking up the isle and glancing at everyone he knew. There was the mail boy from their building. The doorman, the woman who sold magazines, all his staff, all his customers, everyone was seeing him now.

They were seeing his half naked body, his breasts, his barely concealed nipples, his rounded rear bobbing beneath his barely covered body. And the worst part was that he was completely turned on from the humiliation. His own body was betraying him as he felt himself grow in his thin, lace panties. His shrunken member filled with blood and grew, leaking and turning the lace transparent revealing to all his marble sized testicles and the child sized penis.

By the time he reached to altar, he was totally humiliated and invigorated. His nipples were swollen and his breasts felt fuller than ever before. His little member pushed against his micro panties pulling the brief string tight against his rear and the rosebud that sat between his cheeks.

He looked at his mother and Barbara. They were both wearing black and grey tuxedos like Franks. He was the only one in a dress.

Barbara smiled, as she looked him in the eyes. Taking his hand from Frank, she drew him close. As their bodies touched, William felt the electricity charge through his body. He loved these three people with all his heart and realized that they were helping him fulfill his wildest fantasy by bringing him out to the world.

After their vows, and after the pronouncement, Barbara took him in her arms and kissed him. William felt himself melt into her arms. The kiss was deep and long and William felt his groin pulse with excitement. His head swam as he was overcome with the biggest orgasm of his life and if it weren�t for their mouths being pressed together he would have screamed out like a little girl.

As they walked down the isle together, Barbara whispered that that best was yet to come.

She smiled as she told William that Frank would be accompanying them on their honeymoon to help seal their marriage vows.

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