Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 2

I was still shell-shocked when she dropped to her knees before me and began to suck my cock and encouraged Phil to photograph us. She did the same to me with her mouth as I had done to her dildo and had me standing stiff and erect in seconds.

"I have a wonderful surprise for you," she said when she stopped. "I have something that you will truly adore – just open the bathroom door and find out."

As she talked I was led by the cock across the room and opened the door.

"Wow," I gasped, the sight of a bridal gown hanging from the shower head, the train and petticoats filling the bath. I looked at Anne thinking that she was going dress in it.

"It's not for me," she replied, reading my thoughts. "Kirsten left it for you and she is coming back later to see you in it and to have her photograph taken with her favourite sissy Uncle."

I stood back, I wanted to escape, the recent words of Avril ringing through my head and the thought of how she would react to me dressed as a bride. Anne busied herself removing three large petticoats to the lay them out on the bed.

"Bring out your bridal gown you gorgeous kinky man," she teased.

"I don't think it will fit me," I grasped at an excuse.

"I think you are right," she responded immediately and so matter of factly. "But I think we can squeeze you in and perhaps lace up the back a little wider than intended but tight enough to keep it raised around you. No excuses my dear - come on then, step into this," and she held open the waistband of the first multi-layered petticoat.

I looked at Phil, camera in one hand ready to record the occasion, brown envelope full of incriminating photos in the other.

The petticoats all fitted perfectly, the elasticated waistband helping immensely. Under the first one I could already feel my dick responding as the layers of tulle on the second and third brushed against my naked body as they were lowered over my head.