Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 2

"Please, please let it be me, that is a wonderful idea - I want to be your transvestite stud."

Suddenly a phone started ringing. Phil answered it.

"Kirsten is leaving the ballroom with Anji. Richard is very drunk and being a bit of a problem," was the message.

"Now is your chance to impress your chief bridesmaid for our wedding day," Anne enthused as she directed me on where stand and then fixed my gown before she and Phil stepped into the bathroom to watch from the open door.

I was shaking, a mixture of excitement and worry. Questions ran through my mind as I stood in the silent room.

"Would Kirsten be alone?"

"What would happen if one of my relatives were with her?"

Then I heard the key in the door.

I heard the door open and then quietly close. Then there was silence followed by soft sobbing. Kirsten was upset by the behaviour of her drunken groom. What would she be like when she walked around the corner from the lobby to the sitting room to find me in her immense bridal gown? I was scared to move, so many layers of materials created so much rustling with even the slightest movement. I listened, the sobbing stopped, Kirsten blowing her nose, but she remained in the lobby. I decided to move, to get this huge shock over with.
We met at the corner of the room.

"Uncle Yano," you gave me such a shock she gasped, her eyes drinking in the sight before her.

"I've never seen my gown on anyone else," Kirsten continued as if oblivious to it being worn by a man, her Uncle. "Did it look as good on me?"

"Look sweetheart, I'm terribly sorry about this," I butted in. "This was not my idea."

"I know, but I did wonder what was happening when I saw you leave the room towards the bridal suite," Kirsten replied as she took hold of my hand and leaned forward to place a little kiss on my cheek. "You look fabulous."

Just then the bathroom door opened and into the room stepped Phil, his camera at the ready and a flash filled the room as he captured us together. He was followed by Miss Anne.