48-TV FICTION CLASSICS

curve of his waist and the outward flare of his full thighs, hips and derriere.

I was in a haze. I don't remember school or anything, only Kelly. I started to talk about us being married and him having my children. I talked of him being my wife and Kelly having children. I wanted Kelly to be my soul mate. It was impossible of course, but even Kelly loved talking about it, saying, "Can you imagine me being pregnant and having children, my breasts filling with milk and nursing?"

We spent all our time together which must have been months but it seemed like minutes.

Then it happened:

THE RING

Kelly looked elegant in his conservative blue silk double breasted dress with gold buttons and an oversized collar.

I was slipping a very large diamond set on a thin gold band over his manicured finger.

He smiled shyly.

It was like I was watching someone else, but it was me.

I asked him to marry me.

"I accept," Kelly said shyly then threw his arms around my neck. His perfume almost made my eyes water, or maybe it was emotion.

Somehow we pulled strings, and were able to change Kelly's legal status to female allowing a legal male-female marriage.

Kelly looked radiant...I was out of control. It was impossible, I couldn't marry Kelly!

Yet Kelly looked every bit a lovely girl, my future wife. His full breasts, hips, waist and thighs that formed a symphony of soft responsive feminine flesh filling my heart with passion and love. With a pink manicured hand propped on his hip, he batted his long sweeping eyelashes and said, "Well? What do think the guys in gym class would you

now?"

say

I knew what they would do. To me also. This couldn't be happening yet I could not block the events.

"ALL DOLLED UP" -49

Kelly, the boy, had melted into a girl. I wanted to call the whole thing off, but to my surprise, everyone was for it. Kelly's mother, Lilly, everyone! This couldn't happen, but I was powerless to stop it.

MARRIAGE

It's bad luck to see the bride's dress, but I saw it laid out on the bed. I was going to call this crazy thing off. His dress was two layers of silk taffeta, white over pink, giving a rosy halo to the full length gown. Tiers of satin pleating cascaded from the large satin bustle bow on the back of his gown's skirt.

Lilly's maid of honor dress was made of the same material, just not as elaborate. Kelly held the dress up to my chest. My hands trembled as the satin rustled against my black tux. On the bed was the rest of Kelly's outfit, a lace garter belt with frail white silk stockings, a matching lace bra and tiny bikini panties.

Kelly smiled seeing my nervousness and said, "I'll be a good wife, you'll see."

Why couldn't I bring up what was bothering me...I couldn't marry a boy. Yet, I was afraid if I brought it up, it might all end. By being so feminine, Kelly made me feel so male.

I looked at the soft lingerie on the bed.

Kelly shyly said, "I knew you'd like them. I love the heavenly feel of the silk stockings on my legs. They are special, for our special day."

I waited with a few friends as Kelly dressed. I wondered what they thought...surely they knew.

My nerves were on edge as I was informed that "it was time."