Joe downed his eighth beer and waved his glass across the pub at his lifelong friend Chris.  “Hang on,” called back Joe’s best man, looking out of the door.  “I think your surprise is arriving!”

Joe’s eye’s widened as Chris ushered in a very sexy blonde wrapped in a mac.  “I’m Frankie. Who’s getting married then?” she asked and Joe’s friends laughingly pointed at him.  Straddling him, the blonde unbuckled her coat and pealed it off to reveal a figure hugging priest’s outfit.  “I’ve come to conduct the ceremony, but you don’t appear to be ready!” she smirked.  The stag night attendees wailed with laughter.  Grabbing her bag from the floor, Frankie pulled out a very raunchy wedding dress.  “Lets get you ready!” 

Frankie and Chris pulled the lacy, white dress down over Joe’s head.  The frilly skirts reached only to his thighs.  “Not very demure for a bride to have these legs exposed,” Frankie called up as she knelt in front of him.  She put Joe’s feet into a pair of white stockings, pushed his toes into some very high pink stilettos and carefully pulled the stockings up over his knees.  “Now you’re starting to look like my sexy bride.”  She raised her hands under his petticoats, brushing against his tingling crotch and fastened a suspender belt around his waist.  Joe felt the wave of discomfort return as Frankie clipped the silky pink stocking tops to the suspenders.  “This is going a bit far,” he started to say, but stifled the complaint on noticing his best friends grinning face tightening the bodice section of the dress.  Joe didn’t want to disappoint Chris by halting the hijinks he had worked so hard to set up. 

“Tight enough?” Chris asked, the black ribbons of the corsetry in each hand.  “Definitely!” gasped Joe as Chris pulled them even tighter. 

“Now, sissy wife to be,” began Frankie.  “Let’s get that face looking perfect for the big day.”  She slicked a thick, shiny pink gloss over his lips, rubbed pink blusher into his cheeks and coated his eyes in blue shadow and mascara.  Joe caught sight of himself in the mirror behind the bar and gasped at how girlie he looked.  Before he could object, Chris placed a veil over Joe’s face, attached a bow tie to his own neck and roared “Let the wedding begin!”

Chris gripped Joe’s arm as Frankie conducted the nuptials.  “Repeat after me. I, Joe…”  Joe looked around.  Everyone was laughing and he knew it was at him rather than with him.  He couldn’t believe he was dressed as a bride and getting married.  His head spinning he repeated after Frankie, hoping it would all be over soon.  “I, Joe, take thee Chris, to be my lawful wedded husband.  I promise to dress in sexy lingerie and the highest heels every day, serve my husband by cooking and cleaning and always give him everything he wants in bed.”  Everyone roared with laughter.  Joe was just glad this wasn’t his real wedding!

“You’re a good sport, sissy-boy” smiled Chris, as Frankie went to dance with Joe’s friends.  The pair downed some shots, grabbed Joe’s clothes from the floor and headed to the pub toilets to get Joe looking like a man again.  “You know, you look extremely attractive in that get up,” Chris teased.  “I feel ridiculous,” Joe replied, trying to smile.  He stepped inside a cubicle and Chris followed, unhooking the veil from Joe’s hair.  Chris chuckled, “You would’ve made a wonderful wife, especially with all those things you promised to do for me.  I think I’ll recommend those vows to your real spouse!”  Joe’s best man fell silent in thought a moment.  Running his hand over the ruffles on Joe’s behind, he quietly locked the cubicle door.  “Before I relieve you of this sexy get up,” he said, gently tugging down the girly frills that encased Joe’s bottom, “I think you should fulfil those promises and we should have our wedding night right here, my sissy bride.”

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