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monkey's uncle!" My head was spinning. I was dizzy with self pride and admiration. The audience obviously couldn't believe I was a man.

It was a double ring ceremony with all the trimmings, the kiss, and the quick run up the aisle with my groom. As we dashed up the aisle my groom said, "You dressed up so good these people think you ARE a woman!!!

The schedule called for me to make a costume change into a going away dress which I would wear to the big re- ception in the church dining room....the scene of the bazaar. One of the "bridesmaids" went to my dressing room with me to help me make the quick change. Off came the wedding gown, veil, gloves, white sandals, etc.

The cute pink dress I put on fitted like a glove in the waist and my helper had a difficult time getting the zipper closed. The skirt was full and a mass of ruffles. The open (strapless) top was cut daringly low which I not- iced revealed the bust cleavage. This cleavage was caused by the tightness of the strapless foundation garment filled to the maximum in the brassiere cups with falsies, which pushed my chest flesh up into well proportioned feminine lines. I put on the cute pink high-heeled slippers that matched the dress color. I brushed my wig out, grabbed a pink purse, which also matched the dress and shoes, slip- ped some jewelry on and took another look in the mirror. What I saw was femininity....a beautiful woman. I kept asking myself, "What's happening to me...Why am I so thrilled and excited?"

I hurried down to the basement dining room where hun- dreds of people were milling around making purchases at the bazaar. When I made an appearance, everyone yelled "here's the BRIDE". I joined my groom and we joined hands to cut the wedding cake. As I stood off to the side drink- ing my punch and eating my cake at least 50 persons must have come up to me and made some comment on how beautiful a Bride I made and how they actually did not believe me to be a man until now. I was surprized to note how few kidded