When Beverly found out

                                                    When  Beverly found out and........
                       (After an idea originally suggested in a story by Susan Petty)


Up to recently I was fairly shure my name was Marco but if you could see me now you would never believe it, especially if you saw the way I am dressed now. I'm fully made up as a blushing young bride with my hair done up in a very glamorous updo and I'm wearing an exquisite designer bridal gown and veil with clouds of petticoats and full bridal lingerie and I'm waiting for my devious stepmother to get ready and take me to the very exclusive Girlyboy club theme night which tonight is Brides and Grooms. These nights are held at high class hotels and are run by the Girlyboy club for their members to take part in. The cost is quite high but my 'delightfull' stepmother just loves to put me through these nights as she totally adores seeing me like this.
So how did all this come about? It's not that long a story but I should tell it so other silly boys don't unwittingly fall into the irresistably intoxicating mindtrap I seem to be in myself......

It all started when Beverly, my extremely glamourous stepmother unexpectedly returned home one evening and walked in on me,all made up and dressed to the nines in her prettiest clothes and heels, getting ready to go out. I had planned nothing more than a walk to this small neighbourhood shop to buy a packet of cigarettes from the old man who ran the place and who previously had obviously been completely deceived by my little masquerade and had almost been drooling over the mysterious sophisticated miss visiting his humble little shop. That in itself had been so exciting that I had decided to repeat that little scenario to see how far I could take my little deception........
As I stood in front of her my formidable guardian just stared at me with a slightly menacing amazed look on her face but then I also saw a mischievous little grin start to appear on her face.. "Please stepmother, I can explain" I stuttered.  Of course I couldn't but it's what you say when you are panicking and so stressed that you are actually shaking. "Don't say a word, just sit on the bed and wait for me to come back and don't touch or remove anything until I return." She then went into the bathroom and I could hear her talking to someone on the phone but couldn't make out what was being said. I then heard her rummaging in the medicine cabinet and a tap being run. When she returned stepmother told me to take the  tablets she handed to me and to drink the water."Right, now just let those tablets calm you down and then you can tell
me what you're doing in my finest skirt and silk blouse and my sexiest highheeled shoes. It also looks like you're wearing my prettiest slip  as I can see that lavender lace peeping through the slit of my skirt. And are those stockings or hose you have on your legs?" Stockings I timidly admitted."And what's holding them up, honey?" "A...... garter belt", I mumbled. "Show me," she said.
I lifted the hem of my skirt and slip to reveal the lavish 6 suspender belt holding up the gleaming nylons."Well you have certainly done you homework, Marcia honey". "Marcia ?"I mumbled. "Well you're hardly a boy now, are you. I can't keep calling you Marco now you are becoming such a pretty little lady? You are much too convincing for me to not take your efforts serious.... You even have on the lavender camisole I can see the lace and bows through your pretty blouse, I suppose you have the matching bra on under there somewhere, don't you". I nodded my head "and why is my new black swing coat on the bed? Going out were you?"
"No mother I wouldn't dare", I mumbled unconvincingly. "Why not? No one could mistake you for anything other than a very pretty young miss and a sexy one at that." At that I already could feel my excitable little cockette stirring in the delicious silk panties. Lets look in the handbag shall we? She rummaged through the contents and asked why I had an extra pair of panties and a lipstick in there. Was that in case you got kissed by the gentleman admirer you were meeting and the panties for when his avances would make you have an accident in the ones you were wearing? Strangely the more she said the more aroused I was becoming. Please stepmother, don't keep talking like that. I knew it, your 'are' getting turned on at the thought of some man kissing you and feeling you up, aren't you? She sniggered slightly but then she cupped my fairly non-existent breast in her hand and started to squeeze and fondle my nipple. I involuntarily almost purred at her machinations and begged her to stop (as i was about to cum in my pretty panties).When at first I had feared she would throw me out or/and disown me after catching me in her clothes, it now looked as if my formidable stepmother had very different, probably equally ominous plans.
"And no, I'm not going to punish you if that's what you were thinking. Quite the contrary actually....."(she paused for a moment) You see, we haven't really got on to well as I always wanted a daughter, someone who I could have in the shop with me (she ran a small chain of very exclusive fashion boutiques in town) and who I could dress up in pretty dresses and lingerie and who i could take to the beauty parlour with me. But now I'm starting to think that I can kinda have a very pretty pretend daughter to pamper. Just think, you will never ever have to be an ugly filthy boy again or wear those nasty rough boy's clothes. You will be dressed for most of the time in exquisite tight pencil skirts, sexy satin blouses and pretty party dresses with lots of full fluffy frilly petticoats. Wouldn't you like that? No...., I lied. You are obviously in denial, sweetheart. Just look at how stiff your little peeny has gone at my little suggestions." With that she pushed me back onto the bed and my cockette was clearly trying to escape from my pretty panties. I couldn't believe what she did next as she actually put her hand on my stiff weeny in its silky satin layers of lingerie and gently started to stroke it.
"You desperately want to become my glamorous daughter don't you my darling Marcia." She whispered  ameniable as she once again gently stroked my silky cockette.

"Also honey, I have just made a telephone call and signed us up to this very exclusive Girlyboy club. Its cost me over £5000, just to join and on top of that we have to pay to attend their 'special events'." "What do you mean", I asked? "Well Marcia darling, they have theme nights, for example there's a delightfull Brides and Groom weekend at a very exclusive country hotel. There will be 5 couples consisting of 5 boy brides and then there will be 5 gentlemen who love girly boys like you and payed a small fortune for the privilege who will be the grooms. All 5 couples are dressed in the most gorgeous wedding dresses and weddingsuits and they go through a complete wedding ceremony and then there's a reception and there is dancing. Of course at the peak of the night, the eager pretend grooms will take their beautiful brides up to their honeymoonsuite where the randy husbands will passionately make love to them. Other themes include girly birthday parties where you girly boys wear these ultra-feminine little girl party dresses with masses of fluffy petticoats, ribbons, bows and pretty lacey panties, all in the finest silks and satins. And the men will come dressed as pervy uncles or granddads  and they will watch you play party games like pass the parcel where the parcel contains the most exquisite sexy lingerie and when the music stops you rip the paper off and model the lingerie you unwrap for your masculine older admirers. There's musical chairs which ends in you girlies sitting on your uncles laps being naughty and you'll play all kinds of lovely little games I know you are going to love. I can't wait to take you, darling. I think the wedding weekend is coming up first."

From that day onward my formidable stepmother proceeded by keeping the promises she had made and within days all my boys clothes had been replaced by the most stylish designer dresses, skirts, blouses, highheeled shoes and lingerie any fashionable young miss could possibly wish for. I was instructed on everything a 'young lady' needed to know and how to move, walk, talk and behave in great detail. She actually made me practice certain gestures like coqettishly adjusting a strand of hair or coyly fluttering my eyelashes in front of the mirror untill I did it just right. And then there were small things like doing all the normal daily things with fairly modest two centimeter salon nails, which is not as easy as it looks. Even my room had been stripped of all paraphernalia that could even remotely remind me of ever having been a boy and it now had a vanity and my bed now had satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a frilly pink comforter. In fact i was being submersed in this ultra-feminine lifestyle I had allowed my obviously depraved stepmother to seduce me into so completely that even after a mere week or two my old life was already starting to feel like a distant memory.

So as the limo carrying me and and stepmother, who was as usual dressed to absolute perfection herself, drove up to the red carpet of the Regency Hotel I was appropriately shaking with both apprehension and genuine anxiety over the coming procedures. My beautifull attire, the exorbitant bridal gown, the exquisite bridal lingerie and the stunning hairdo really got the transvestite in me into an extremely heightened state of excitement but I was at the same time still more than a bit scared about the consequenses of me being placed in the position of playing the blushing bride for this mature gentleman who obviously desired me as such. Both of us had been given a short profile and picture of the other and I had of course been instructed extensively by mommy about the coming happenings and ceremony and exactly how to think, act and behave. The gentleman who was to be my 'fiancee' had been handpicked by my stepmother from a number of gentlemen that had anxiously volunteered to be my 'groom' for the occasion.
After we had entered the impressive lobby of the hotel that was exclusively reserved for 'the

 you will never ever have to be an ugly filthy boy again
or wear those nasty rough boy's clothes

club', the first thing on the program for the evening was 'the interview with the bride' where the young 'ladies' were to be interviewed 'on camera' for the official wedding video. Of course no cost or effort was spared. There was a complete talkshow decor with a couch for the bride and her chaperone (in my case: stepmother). And the of course apropriately glamorous dressed lady who was doing the interviews was actually the host of a popular celebrity show on a local television channel. The whole thing was of course carefully scripted and stepmother had really put me through my paces on what to say and how to act during the interview. Of course part of the interview would be about the dress, our hair and appearance but the most important and slightly disturbing part would be us expressing our feelings towards our impending wedding and our grooms in particular. Of course this part was exactly up my devious manipulative stepmother's street as she had already shown when she first caught me now almost six weeks ago and had unexpectedly taken a real delight in making me confess to all kinds of embarrassing feelings and desires. So over the past few weeks my stepmother Beverly had been teasing me mercilessly with my impending wedding and how much in love I must be with my wonderful fiancee. At bedtime she had even expertly assisted me in masturbating whilst making me express my being desperately in love with this older gentleman whom I had never really seen in the flesh. I had been shown a short piece of video of him introducing himself and his framed picture was now near my bedsite to 'get me in the right mood' and I was also provided with a large realistic looking dildo so I would get comfortable  with accomodating 'my man' sexually. In the end she had me loudly moaning how much I wanted to be with him whilst I was impaling my slender silk envelloped body on this substitute penis.
Finally the game culminated into the moment when my gown had arrived and she had me completely dressed up as a beautiful bride with the veil all the accessories and perfectly made up  for my final 'rehearsal'.
And then, whilst leading me towards the full length mirror that forced me to me take in the unescapable reality of this, my ultimate transformation, she continued in her sweetest insicere voice: "It's what 'every' girl dreams of, right Marcia darling? And that's what you have secretly dreamt about too, haven't you, princess? To wear your beautiful wedding gown and to feel totally and utterly feminine and sexy for your man? "Just think about it, you standing next to your handsome mature fiancée, reciting your vows to love, honor and obey him? And all club members will be there to witness it. It will be the event of the season, you, the gorgeous but apropriately timid bride standing before him looking absolutely ravishing in your exquisitely beautiful satin gown. At that point you'll probably be totally overcome by exitement and feelings of love and affection but at the same time you'll still be a bit fearful of what it will feel like to have your man take you in his arms, hold you close and passionately kiss you.
Meanwhile, he has of course fallen completely in lust after standing next to the perfect vision of virginal beauty that you project. To your man, you are of course the most beautiful young miss he ever set his eyes on and all he wants to do now is to take you and claim you as 'his' lady. You will love it. Being desired and feeling desireable is ultimately what it's all about, princess."
She had also arranged a session of hypno therapy with a friend of her who usually did sessions like these for people who were up for exams of some sort. Not anything as far reaching as changing my psyche but she ashured me it would boost my confidence in my role as the perfect blushing bride.

To wear your beautiful wedding gown and to feel totally
and utterly feminine and sexy for your man

After all this it should not be a total surprise that if one watches the wedding video and the forementioned interview, I was completely convincing when after the initiating congratulations and the chitchat around how gorgeous I looked in the dress, I the beautiful bride passionately declared being totally and desparately in love with my wonderfull fiancee and that I almost couldn't wait for him to take my virginity. By then I think i almost meant it too and on top of being totally turned on sexually there were even some real tears of joy in my eyes when i spoke the words. There is something in expressing certain things in words that changes reality. It's not quite that it magically becomes true but speaking the words out loud in a way makes the possibility more of a reality in ones mind. I can't put my finger on it exactly but it definitely changes things.
Looking back at the video was both crazy and wonderfull, seeing myself looking up at this aristocratic looking older gentleman as if he was some sort of adonis during the ceremony that was led by an actor

 this aristocratic looking
older gentleman

dressed as a priest still sends shivers down my spine. Then completely melting into him when he was allowed to kiss his wanton bride... Even now as I'm looking back, it still makes me cream my panties. Later, after the all the congratulations and the traditional sexy bride and groom dance where I already noticed my man being throbbing hard against my almost shaking body, the rest of the night was filled with romantic kisses and making out whilst the beautifull little bride had wantonly settled her silk encased tush on her large masculine husband's lap. What happened later when I had tossed the bridal bouquet and my man took me up to our suite and actually carried me over the treshold was of course not in the video but I promiss you it was wonderfull. He was a complete gentleman and even though my lover is quite a large man he was very gentle with me. He made me feel like his beautifull bride completely and I loved every minute of it....and when I close my eyes I can still feel him inside me now... Stepmother was of course totally ecstatic about the final result of her machinations and I am already looking forward to the next delicious club-event where I will do my utmost to be the sexiest ultra feminine girly girl in the world for my lovely old pervy uncle. I think I'm in love......