A Bride for Halloween (5 page)

"OK, Heidi, dear. Now we go to the shoe store to finish off your wardrobe."

We entered the shoe store, and I tried on shoes of different colors and styles. The shoes were mostly pumps, and some of these had incredibly high heels. Jenny pulled out her plastic to pay for about a half dozen pairs of shoes, and before I knew it, we were finished. Trying on shoes didn’t take nearly as long as trying on dresses.

I had enjoyed myself more than I expected, but a part of me was very glad that we were finished, and that I could retreat back out of the public eye and get back into male clothes.

Initially, we were heading back toward the Jenny’s place. Then we made a right turn and were suddenly off course. I couldn’t even begin to imagine where we might be heading.

I was a little surprised, though, when we pulled into a parking lot in front of a bridal shop.

"Oh, you need to have your computer fixed" I commented, referring to a computer repair shop that shared the same parking lot.

"Yeah, right. Come on, Heidi. Into the shop with you."

"But I already have my dress" I said.

"My dress, dear" she grinned as I realized the freudian slip. "We still do have some accessories to buy for you."

"Couldn’t you just buy them on your own? Why do I have to come along?"

"I could buy them on my own, but I want you to come along. I want you to have a truly complete bridal experience."

I felt a twinge of very nervous excitement at the phrase "bridal experience." Amidst all the shopping, I had nearly forgotten that this wasn’t just about being a woman, but being a bride. Jenny’s bride.

Jenny prepped me on information about my wedding dress and other details of our wedding. I needed to know this information in case the attendants asked any questions. After all, a bride knows everything about her wedding and doesn’t forget a detail. I was a bundle of nerves as I listened to Jenny and tried to remember as much as I could. I managed to get a lot of the details, although I’m not sure I understood what a lot of the terms meant. I was very nervous at having to be the main point of contact for the salesperson. Up until this point, Jenny had done nearly all the talking and had done a wonderful job.

We went into the bridal store. We were immediately approached by an attendant. I explained that I had already purchased my dress and a number of accessories, but that the bridal store where I had purchased the gown was going out of business and didn’t have much of a selection of veils or shoes left.

The attendant, whose name was Samantha, noted a few details about my gown and went to work on trying to find a suitable veil and shoes. After a bit, she came back with six veils and five pairs of shoes.

"Well, Heidi, I must admit that this is a bit unusual. Usually the bride purchases accessories at the bridal shop where she buys her gown, so that she can see how the accessories go with the gown. Perhaps we can find a gown similar to yours. That might help us out a bit."

I wasn’t exactly sure what Samantha had in mind, but I agreed to look around the shop to see if they had a wedding gown that was similar to mine.

I needed a lot of help from Jenny here. I had no idea which of the gowns in the store were similar to mine. All of them looked like beautiful white wedding gowns to me. She cleverly worked me towards a couple of gowns that I guessed were similar to mine.

Samantha came over toward us.

"These are both beautiful gowns. This one won’t work - it’s not the right size. This one, however, should be just right for you. It’s definitely a gown for the taller bride. Go ahead and get started undressing and I’ll bring it back to you."

I panicked and my heart nearly stopped beating. I hadn’t stopped to think why she wanted my to find a gown similar to mine. Of course, she wanted me to try it on, and then see how the veil and shoes looked with it. My heart started to beat again and started racing a hundred beats a minute. I had changed clothes in the dressing room at the department store, of course. However, at the department store, there were other women changing clothes as well - not just me. The only one who had been paying attention to me was Jenny. Now I was going to be the center of attention - for Jenny, Samantha, and any other interested observers.

I realized, though, that it would look very strange if I refused her request. After all, she was going out of her way to help me - what sort of bride wouldn’t want to try on a gown when shopping for accessories? Well, a bride with a penis inside his vagina, for one.

I attempted to regain my composure and stave off a potential bout of hyperventilation. I walked back to the dressing room. I kicked off my pink pumps and unzipped my lovely pink dress.

Samantha brought the dress back to me. She complimented me on my lovely corset. I stepped into the dressed, and she zipped the back and button a myriad of buttons on the back and sleeves. I stepped into some white pumps and stepped out to meet my audience.

Jenny was waiting out near the mirrors, and a few other women were also standing by. I looked into the mirrors at my reflection. My wedding gown was prettier than this one, but this too was a beautiful gown, and I appeared to be a very beautiful bride.

Samantha had me try on each of the veils. She would put a veil in place, adjust it until it was perfect, and then have me model it by walking a few yards in each direction.

"OK, dear. Do you prefer one of these veils, or do you want me to look in the back for something else?"

I glanced toward Jenny for a nonverbal cue of some kind. Her expression was clear. This was totally my decision. I was flustered. I had been counting on Jenny to spoon feed me the right answers.

"Well, I can’t really decide between these two."

"Do you want to try them on again to get a better look?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, I would like that" I replied.

Samantha had me try to two veils again, and I made my choice. I now had a beautiful chapel length veil to go with my beautiful chapel length gown. Whatever that meant.

Next Samantha had me try on the shoes. She had left the veil on my head, and I kept stealing glances at the mirror. I looked absolutely stunning.

"Can’t take your eyes off your reflection, dear? I can’t say that I blame you. You look beautiful."

I thanked her and blushed. Jenny was absolutely no help again with the shoes. I picked out a very nice looking pair of white heels.

"OK, dear. Is that everything?"

In replied that it was. Samantha unbutton my buttons and pulled the zipper down to my waist so that I would be able to escape from the friendly confines of the gown. I went back to the changing room to change. It was a bittersweet moment. I loved slipping back into Miranda’s beautiful pink dress for the fourth time today, but I was disappointed at having to take off the wedding gown. The consolation was that I had a gown of my own waiting for me at home - or actually, at Jenny’s.

Samantha had my purchases at the front counter. Jenny met us at the front with something in her hands. A delicate white teddy outfit, perfect for a bride’s honeymoon. I was really wondering what Jenny had in mind for Halloween night. She was really carrying this bride thing a long way.

"Mom said to used my credit card to pay for the veil and shoes, and she’ll pay me back. And I have a little present for your wedding night." She used a stage whisper so that Samantha could overhear her. I realized that it would seem a little out of place for her to pay - since I was the bride. And I, of course, didn’t have the money to pay for the veil and shoe. Jenny’s convenient excuse didn’t raise any eyebrows; she paid and we walked out of the store.

"Did you know that she was going to have my try on the dress" I asked her as soon as we were out of earshot.

"Yes, I figured that was what she was suggesting" Jenny replied.

"Then why on earth didn’t you say something to me? I had no idea."

"Well, I figured if you wanted to try on another wedding gown, more power to you."

I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.

"You looked beautiful, Heidi. You really did."

"Why didn’t you help me with the veil and shoes?"

"Well, I did help you with the general style. I didn’t want to interfere with the final choice, though. That should always be completely up to the bride."

I realized that Jenny was slowly moving away from the spoon feeding she had been doing earlier, and was allowing me to become my own woman. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for that or not.

October 31st began like any other day. My alarm clock went off, and I rolled out of bed. This was not just an ordinary day, however. This was my wedding day.

The last few weeks had gone by quickly. I had spent so much time as Heidi recently that I felt a little awkward when I slipped back into my Michael persona for classes.

I grabbed some photographs from my dresser and took a close look at them. Jenny had made double prints of the pictures that she and Miranda had taken of me. The picture on the top showed Miranda doubling me over and kissing me on the lips. Jenny had made extra prints of this, and Miranda had a larger version displayed proudly in her room. Miranda approved of my new wardrobe, and she thanked me when I (and not Jenny) personally returned her red and pink dresses. She did not, however, reward me with her famous kiss du jour. It appeared that the kiss du jour was one treat that I would never get to experience. I had only one day left as a woman. When the clock struck twelve tonight, Halloween would be over, and I would be a man again.

I showered, dressed, and had a light breakfast. I had a full day ahead of me today. Jenny had insisted that I go to a proper salon for my hair, makeup, and nails on my wedding day. Then we would go back to her place, I would get dressed in my bridal finery, and we would leave for the Halloween party. The party was an hour away and started in the later afternoon.

I locked up my apartment and headed over to Jenny’s place.

Jenny opened the door and greeted me with a warm kiss.

"How are you doing this morning? Are you excited?"

"Nervous would be a better description."

"Well, I hope you don’t get too nervous. I don’t want you to be a runway bride."

I had actually considered this option. This was the ultimate point of no return. I was intensely nervous. The prospect of parading around as a beautiful bride in front of hundreds of other people made the butterflies in my stomach beat their wings faster than hummingbirds. I had been nervous throughout the entire process, but the nervousness I felt now was tremendous. In the end, though, I didn’t want to disappoint Jenny. And I think my internal Heidi really wanted to have her special day.

Jenny helped me shave my body hair, and she attached my breasts and vagina.

I sighed gently as my body once again became complete.

Jenny noticed my sigh. "Are you getting used to them?"

I blushed and nodded quietly. It was really more than getting used to them. I felt truly complete again - like a natural woman.

I dressed in a smart looking silk blouse, mini-skirt, pantyhose, and pumps. I was wearing my lucky pink panties.

Jenny drove me to the beauty salon. We went inside, and Jenny discussed what I wanted. My hair would by styled into pretty ringlets of curls, my nails would be painted a firy red color, and the beauticians would work their makeup magic. It all seemed a bit much to me, but Jenny was paying, and I thought that it would feel a bit nice to be pampered.

Sarah, the stylist, was about to start on my hair when Jenny told me that she had to leave and would be back in a little while. She had a few errands to run.

I stared at Jenny. I could not believe that she was going to leave me here with these complete strangers. What would happen if I gave myself away and the beauticians found out I was a man? What would they do to me?