My wedding day: By Rhodry

Here he was it was supposed to be the most happiest day his life. But now it became the worst, my sister, darling sister. Was to marry, a very rich friend of mine. But sister, was secret in love my friends sister. She came with a plan, that solve, this problem.

I thought, she would do what was right, and marry him. Little did I know. What she did to me, to us. The morning of the wedding, she faked a panic attack.
I went over there, and I was join with my friend sister, which was maid of honor.
What happen next was a blur. All I can remember was I looking at my sister in her wedding gown. And next few minutes later. I woke up. I was myself, my friends sister smiling at me.
Are you alright, sis, she said to me.
What, what happen, I say.
You passed out of a few minutes my dear, don't you remember, she said.
Remember, what I said.
Your get married, she said.
Married, I'm not get married.
As she turned to the mirror.
That, that not possible, I'm, I'm not, I said.
Then she said in my masculine voice, of course you are. She said.
Ahh, are you ready.
I think I am.
As I slowly walked down the aisle, saw him, I wanted to scream and turn back. But something said that I do love him. As was moving closer, was I truth a guy, or did I think that. No I am girl. And these is my wedding day.

Matt was a crossdresser: By Rhodry

Matt was a crossdresser, a very convincing one, with practice and the right body shapers. And wigs and jewelry. He could pass you by in the mall, or you see that pretty girl there. It could be Matt. Oh yes, thou he is barely twenty-something. He in is guy mode and girl mode you could swear that it was the different. But you were wrong.

He like to go to those second-hand or specialty shop. He could always find find something he could used, that dress he was looking for. He was good at it, and at bargain prices. He found a sorta goodwill store/specialty store.
The shopkeeper deals in special type of clothing, shoes, jewelry than always fit perfectly to the buyer. He thought, it was strange that he said that. But Matt looked at the size, and thought with some adjustments. He could make it fit perfectly. He didn't know why, he liked it, probably, he could jazz it up, or add to make it more dressy casually.
There times, at Matt wished, that didn't want always put on those body enhancements. That he adjust wear just, some lingerie, shoes, enough makeup to look pretty. So he just put it on. So just because, something happen. When he put it on somehow, it adjust or his body adjusted to dress, he could feel his fill in the cups, his penis, seem, adjust into a sorta a vagina, his appearances looked more feminine, his sounded more feminine. His shaped was more feminine, more nature. He should been shocked, he acted liked was natural to be a girl. It was like the clothes were enchanted. But that was possible, how could he turn into a girl. A actual girl. so he tested out his theory first he removed his dress he bought, and he turned back to his guy mode. Then he when out in his special dress. He enjoyed being a girl. For a time. After that night, he returned, a few days later to that special shop.
The shopkeeper, recognized the guy bought, one of his item for himself. He should been shocked and surprised. Like the shopkeeper, Matt knew that he knew.
He came by get some more. Things like dresses, skirts, jewelry. As he try to put it on it was ever to loose and too small.
He couldn't understand why, either you must try it on in booths or to buy it, its is special and readjust to the new owners.
But how, how could it be. He said.
Just say I can, you want it. You have to own it. So each time he bought, a new, dress, a piece of jewelry. He change into a combine of different women each time. Matt loved that he be a girl by just wearing a special item. But there was certain things he couldn't do.

The old man By Rhodry

There are stories, this old man, when he was alive was a bit leach. How he died was unknown, when his body was discovered a week or so later. But after he died, they thought, things would get better. But there was this feeling. In the neighbor, that feels, someone, or something. Was around. But there was nothing there. Sometime there was that mist, a shape. There on the sidewalk, on the grass. Or that shadow that was looking inside the house.

But recently there was this child that living about two, or three from the old man's house. He had that bad feeling, but now it was worse. The child that weird feeling something or someone still there.
But the child's mother thought that it was her imagine things. But she couldn't get that feeling she could be right. Than one night, she accident left the window open a bit. And was all it needed. The old man's ghost enter her bedroom. Before she could react, he enter her body. At first she felt. Normal at first. But several nights later, she acting strange, that she not herself.
She started sexier clothes, or unbuttoning. On her blouse. Or wearing mini-skirts. Or stilettoes heels. Or wearing more makeup. Than she normally does. She started to drink more a drink or two in the evening.
Plus her daughter has that weird feeling when looks at her. It like her is another person. Plus at times, her could swear her changed color from her normal blue to a more greyish color. And the where at time she swear that her mother's were glowing a bit.
Its like she wasn't her mother. But that's not possible. And that other things to. She swear that there was a glow around her. And I can't swear it, sometimes, she is looking at me, like a stalker.