52-TV FICTION CLASSICS

I tried to understand what Kelly was feeling. I felt fear for him. I was to be the husband, a role I knew would be mine. Kelly had to be filled with terror at what he had done...become a wife! Sure, the next hours would be filled with laughter and fun at the reception but then what? Kelly's body had all the curves of a women's but could he perform his wifely duties forever? I trembled excitedly at seeing Kelly's smooth satin dress caress his back and buttocks. I gave him a hug.

Kelly's bosom firmly pressed against my chest, his bodice tightened, his breasts swollen and straining against the frail white lace of his bra, his nipples extended and pulsating sensations. This couldn't be a boy.

I felt like I was going to faint, but didn't. The reception was fun. Kelly danced with all. Kelly's aim was right on, Lilly caught the bouquet.

THE LAST DANCE

As the end of a wonderful evening drew near I reflected on the evening. Kelly took the rose off the table and put it to my nose. The aroma was like the perfume that he wore that night in the cabin.

Kelly made the loveliest bride, a great dinner, outstanding musicians all made a lasting impression on every partygoer. Kelly's mother glowed with pride as Kelly and I danced the "last dance" of the evening. Her son looked ravishing in his gown of satin and silk taffeta. The rich tapestry accents of his gown was in stark contrast to my black

tux.

Kelly looked in dreamland, this moment being the crescendo of memories of time spent with me...first date, birthday surprises. Kelly looked pleasantly weary after our wedding and an evening of dancing with me and a bevy of attentive men. This was only the beginning of Kelly's life as a wife.

I wondered if Kelly knew what he was in for.

I felt tired like I hadn't slept for months, weary to the core, yet excited. I carried Kelly across the threshold of our room. I whispered, "You're my wife now."

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He blushed and whispered, "I'm yours. Your's forever."

I don't remember sleeping that night, just Kelly's exhausted yet contented look, his eyes glassy. His rich perfume overwhelming me.

I whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I had no idea it would be like this. Being a wife is confusing. I did vow to have you as my husband 'forever...that's a long time. Getting married and my wedding night has me a little confused. It's no longer a game." "Maybe you'll get used to it?"

"I guess...I've never felt so much like a girl."

The next day we left for our honeymoon. Kelly looked totally feminine in his rose covered cotton sundress. From it's shoulder-baring cut away top to his tiny waist and dramatic whirl of full skirt, this dress was made for the female form and Kelly sexily filled every curve.

HONEYMOON

Our honeymoon, the two weeks in Hawaii, changed him. I could see a difference in him with each day of being my wife...he glowed, not just from the rosy tan and sun streaked hair, something deeper. A homey, contented look was on his face. A happiness...it was obvious that he had become comfortable in his new role as bride.

He'd putter around making things nice for me and buying new sexys clothes to keep my interest.

Kelly asked, "What do you think of my new outfit?" It was a girlish cut, filmy chiffon blouse, his breasts strained proudly at the low-cut neckline. The snug fitting challis leather skirt and matching shoes looked both innocent and wild. His opaque hose matched the tone in his blouse, creating a voguish impression from top to toe. There was a penetrating, more experienced look in his eyes.

On our bed, Kelly always laid out a shorty pink nightgown with a lace trimmed "V" neck. Kelly still blushed when he saw me staring at him with lust in my eyes. We had a huge walk-in closet, with Kelly's dresses, skirts and blouses on one side, my suits on the other.