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that time did not allow just now! Quickly he used a cold washcloth to subside things and to allow the careful donning of his tight sex cache. Once the tightness and mild discomfort eased he took a pair of beautiful white tap panties profusely adorned with lace. Now except for the flat bosom he was Julia.

"Well, we thought that maybe you had changed your mind and slid down the drainpipe to run away," Bonnie said as she hustled her brother into the main bedroom. His mother and Heather were there waiting for him. Heather looked radiant in his bridesmaid dress. Henry loved to dress up but never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would be someone's bridesmaid.

His mother was probably as excited as him. Since he told her that he was asked to be in this bridal party she had not let him be Henry even once. Heather's wardrobe grew on a daily basis.

"Hey, Sis," Julian replied, "doesn't a bride get a few moments for self reflection on her wedding day?"

"Only if it doesn't hold up the task of getting her dressed," Bonnie responded with a chuckle.

"Alright girls, let's get Julian started. We have to be leaving the house in less than a hour. The photographer will be here in a few minutes to take some shots of Julian as he's getting ready to leave for the church," Mrs. O'Connor admonished as she took her son by the hand and led him towards the bed.

Meticulously laid out on the bed was Julian's bridal wardrobe. It appeared to be a sea of white lace, silk, satin and brocade. His mother picked up a gleaming white satin and lace corselette with underwired bra cups which she placed around her son's midsection.

He turned around to allow her to close the dozen or so hooks and eyes. He had to suck in his stomach as the white garment was tightened around his waist. Once the clasps were closed, Bonnie and her mother began doing up the laces. Though most modern corselettes did not require lacing anymore, Julian insisted on finding one that did. He knew that the lacing would be a real turn on for Suzanne. So he winced and gasped as the ladies pulled his waist in more and more until finally they tied the laces securely at the back.

He let his breath out only to find that the corset didn't allow his midsection to expand at all! It felt like some giant's hand had a grip around his middle.

"I can't breath!" he gasped.

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"You wanted to be laced in, you'll get used to it," Bonnie replied. "Here let's get some added benefits," she said as she came around in front of her brother and began to massage his chest fat higher into the cups of the corset. He was quite slim, but she did manage to form the semblance of some cleavage.

Next they pulled Julian's garter straps through his panties and had him sit on a chair so that they could work his stockings up his legs. They were made of sheer white nylon and covered with intricate floral patterns. Julian stood up once again so that the stocking tops could be secured to the garter tabs. The stockings provided a subtle downward tug to his corselette.

"Just a minute," heather said, "don't forget your special garter." Heather brought over a white satin garter with delicate baby blue ribbons on it. Julian lifted his right foot slightly so that his friend could slide the garter up Julian's leg and place it at mid thigh.

Next, a full-length bridal slip was carefully placed over Julian's head. It was white satin with wide, embroidery at the hem and bosom. It hugged his body down to his ankles. It was fairly slim so he would have to take small, dainty steps in it. Heather came over from the bed with a huge armload of what looked like yards of taffeta and lace.

"Are we ready for his petticoats?" Heather asked Mrs. O'Connor who was supervising each step of the dressing.

"Yes dear, give them to me one at a time," she replied. Each petticoat was lowered over Julian's head. As the petticoat settled around his hips, his mother would pull tight the silk ribbons which closed the waist of the petticoat. With Julian's very narrow waistline and resulting flare at the hips, each petticoat would sit securely in place. There were six such petticoats in all.

One by one they were lowered over the other, each layer standing out further and further from Julian's body. As each petticoat was tied in place behind his back Julian made a

comment.

"You know, with that corset, and all these petticoats tied back there I don't think I could undress by myself."

"That's the whole idea dearie," Bonnie replied with a Cheshire cat smile. "That's what your wife will be for. I guess in your case, you'll have to help each other."

"Hmmmm...that could be fun," Julian reflected.