I've always found the concept of a man becoming a bride to be a very enticing idea. Perhaps it's the utterly feminine gowns or the commitment to the relationship with a man that's implied along with it. Although it's probably for the best not to psychoanalyze it too much and just enjoy it for what it is.
This is another one of those captions that just wrote itself once I saw the clip I used for the GIF below.
Also you may have noticed that my postings have been a bit less frequent lately. Unfortunately real-life has been particularly busy for me and I expect that will likely be the case for the rest of the summer. Plus I've been working on another project that's been taking up a lot of my remaining free time as well (stay tuned for that one). But I promise to have more videos up eventually, hopefully sooner than later.
Coming from a family of sorcerers has never been an easy thing... and certainly far from normal. But the day of my sister's wedding stretched that to extremes.
Sara had called me that morning in a panic. Earlier in the week, she'd been hired to use her healing abilities to save someone in critical condition. Unfortunately the subject was in a much more severe state than she'd expected, requiring her to continue her magical restoration, not just to heal him, but to even keep him alive. She was going to need a few more hours to stabilize him, but unfortunately, that was going to mean she wasn't going to make her own wedding ceremony.
And on top of that, as much as she loved him, she had never told her husband-to-be Kurt about our family's magical abilities. It was always a difficult subject to broach with anyone at any time, but she certainly wasn't about to open that can of worms on her wedding day.
When she told me of her solution to the problem though, I was shocked. She wanted me to transform myself into her and go through with the wedding! Hardly believing she would even suggest such a thing, I vigorously expressed to her that there was no possible way I was going to marry another guy. But she insisted that this was the only way. She definitely wasn't going to make it back in time and couldn't postpone it. And she absolutely couldn't explain it to Kurt, not now. She had to be there for the wedding and I was the only one who could make that happen... even if SHE was, in reality, ME.
I reiterated my sheer reluctance, but that just reduced her to tears. Sara begged me to do this for her, to support her as a big brother should. She insisted that her marriage was on the line and that I was her only hope of saving it.
So there I was, stuck with no options but to help my sister out of a jam, as I'd always done. What else could I do but begrudgingly agree to go ahead with Sara's plan? She was ecstatic that I'd given in and immediately started listing off all of the things I needed to do to get prepared. I could barely keep up with her as she rattled everything off. But of course, most important to her was that no one suspected for a moment that I wasn't her. It needed to go off without a hitch, so I had to fully commit or her marriage could be at risk. On the plus side, Sara swore that it was only going to be for the ceremony itself. She'd certainly make it back for the reception later.
A couple of hours (and a few mystic incantations) later, I stood in front of a mirror, staring in disbelief at my new female form... the exact likeness of Sara. I'd never tried anything like this before, so I was fascinated with having a woman's body. Everything was so soft and smooth, moving in ways I'd never felt before. I wanted to examine myself more but, even though I knew this was still really me and not Sara, I didn't feel right in going any further.
As the day went on, it seemed I was successful in the role of Sara, as no one seemed to be acting like anything was unusual at all. In spite of the bizarreness of the situation, the wedding ceremony itself went off like clockwork. The discomfort of the wedding gown and kissing Kurt after being declared husband-and-wife were a bit much but, to be honest, the rest had me feeling very emotional. Surprisingly I found myself stifling tears a bit from the delight of the situation.
Hours passed and still no sign of Sara. Luckily I was getting more comfortable in the role of her though, so I wasn't getting too anxious about it. Again, the reception went smoothly. More kissing too, initiated by the clinking of glasses, but even that didn't seem so bad after getting used to it.
Before I knew it, the night drew to a close. The crowd of guests was thinning out and Kurt suggested it was time for us to make our exit. I couldn't believe I'd gone the whole day as Sara. And even more, I couldn't believe she'd missed the whole thing.
Weary but still energized from all of the excitement of the day, I allowed Kurt to lead me up to the honeymoon suite where I'd gotten dressed earlier and that he and Sara were to share. Kurt had always been a solid guy for my sister, but it was wonderful to experience it first-hand over the course of the day. He truly treated me like I was the most important person in the room... and it felt remarkable. Once in the room, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I took a moment and gazed into the mirror, chuckling to myself that I really was a lovely bride. Then I noticed my cell phone on the counter blinking with a text message. It was from Sara from earlier in the day saying, "So sorry! Not going to make it back at all today. Please do this for me and keep up the act. I owe you big!!"
Sara was never the most reliable person, so I wasn't exactly surprised at her not making it. But she was loyal and good-hearted, which was why I was happy to help her out, even to this great length. Besides, as I thought more, this really was an amazing experience. Not only going through the wedding, but to do it as a woman, to feel as a woman feels, both physically and mentally. And I suddenly realized that I didn't regret any of it.
I stepped out of the bathroom to see Kurt smiling at me, knowingly. "So what should we do as our first act as husband and wife?"
Realizing what he was referring to, I immediately had a profound feeling in the pit of my stomach. At first, I thought it was fear. But in a heartbeat, I deciphered the agitation for what it really was -- excitement and anticipation.
Without any hesitation, I kneeled down in front of Kurt, gazing up into his eyes saying, "I guess it's time to consummate."