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Dividence
Over 90 days ago
Fluid Trans Female, 35
0 miles · Norway

The Wedding Proposal

The Wedding Proposal, chapter I

Real friendship is measured by how far you are prepared to go.

I slowly let the sheer, white stockings slide up along my closely shaven legs. They were smooth as silk, and no hint of coarseness caught the fabric as I stepped into them. The broad bands of elaborate lace hugged my thighs and made me feel great. Four straps, each decorated with a small silk ribbon, held the stockings attached to the garter belt I wore around my waist. The coarse lace felt tight around my body, but I lov...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter II

A nervous fake bride attends her friend's fake wedding.

The large gown rustled, and the heels clicked loudly as I descended the stairs in my home and walked towards the front door. I would be picked up by my friend’s sister before going to the church. I had never met her before, but he’d assured me that she knew nothing of my secret. It would be nice to have someone to confide in, but I knew being treated as a girl by everyone would probably make this feel more natural in the...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter II (intermission), Wedding Night

A night of pure passion after the faux wedding.

I could feel his hot breath on my face as my red lips slowly retreated. He drew air in through his nose, savouring my perfume and smiling back at me. My hands left his crotch and gently moved up along his tight torso. The slightly contoured muscles felt warm through the stiff cotton shirt. My long fingernails complicated the unbuttoning of his shirt, but I approached my goal one button at a time, all the while saturated w...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter III

After the wedding comes further complications. But not necessarily for the worse.

I woke up and saw the bright, yellow orb of sun shining in through the broad windows. It was warm, and the thin linen was wrapped around my sweaty body. I was glad I remembered to remove the tight corset before going to sleep, and I was now wearing only the thigh-high stockings and garters. A pair of white panties lay on the floor where they had been hastily thrown. My fake breasts were still firmly attached, and I had al...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter IV

The young newlyweds spend their honeymoon on the yacht.

The first week at sea was wonderful. We set off to the Mediterranean, and the sea was calm and pleasant. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wear...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter V

With my life back to normal, I cannot seem to relax, until a fateful call makes my life whole again.

I turned the key in my apartment door. As I heard the lock click, and the door swinging open, I suddenly felt a strong sense of abandonment. The sensation was so strong that I had to close my eyes and draw a deep, long breath. I was surprised, but instantly knew what it signified. Stepping through that door would be the final return to myself. To who I really was. The magic would be broken and the fairytale become a dream...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter VI

Reality catches up to me.

The dinner was wonderful. Tina was the sweetest sister-in-law I could ever wish for. We found that we had lots of things in common, and quickly bonded. She told me all sorts of stories about Tony, and I shared stories from my time as his friend. I had to concentrate to adapt the stories to the new ‘reality’, but as long as Tony played along it went great. He seemed a bit uncomfortable with us sharing so much of his earlie...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter VII

No sex. No eroticism. Just a good, old intermission.

I did not speak with Tony after that. Tina sent me a few messages, though I do not remember giving her my number. She was still in town and kept nagging me about meeting her again. I tried to refuse, although I lacked any convincing arguments. Even though I was a bit down about my row with Tony, I tried to go on as usual. The following Monday, after a night of constantly interrupted sleep, I got up and saw the large bag o...

The Wedding Proposal, chapter VIII

An apology is needed, but how will we end up? Lonely? Pals? Friends? Friends with benefits? Lovers?

I was beginning to get used to this now. My heart had stopped racing when I ventured out the door. I did not examine every approaching face for signs of suspicion, or spend all my concentration on every little detail a women would do unconsciously. I walked onto the bus as a free and independent woman. Never questioning my right to be there. A text message arrived as I watched rows and rows of houses rush past the window....

The Wedding Proposal, Chapter VIII (Postmission)

Sex after finding your way back together again is always the best.

I looked into his eyes and saw a strange mixture of anticipation, hope, doubt and something else. Something honest and profound. Was that affection? Love? Whatever it was, it made me tremble. My muscles turned to jelly and zounds of butterflies erupted in my stomach, hurtling through my entire body as blood went rushing from my mind to my cheeks. I could not help but smile, and gave him a long, wet kiss on the lips. He la...