"Hold them" she said, pulling his hands up to cup over them. Her breasts were just inches away from his face, and that enthralled him even more. He barely thought that he was holding fake breasts up to himself, as the glue dried to attach them.

"You need something to help hold them up until they dry" said Amalie taking her bra, and placing it on Bill. He started to protest, but she pushed him back until he was sitting on the bench, and straddled him, pressing into him. Her breasts were right in his face now!

"You can kiss them" she said, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.

After a few minutes, she pulled back.

"Come here" she said, and he obediently complied. She had him face the mirror, and took the bra off of him.

"It looks like..." he started.

"Just like me" she said, cupping her hands over her breasts. He did the same. What was going on? Why did she just do this to him?

"Put my bra back on me" she said. He picked it up, and gently put it on her, then went behind her to fasten it.

"This one is for you" she said, pulling a strapless one out of the wardrobe. She put it on him, and the stared in the mirror. Not only was it strapless, it was the kind that only covered the lower part of the breasts, pushing them together and upwards. He couldn't believe that it looked like he had big breasts. He was excited, and scared, all at once.

"Why did you put these on me?" he thought, but he was too shy to actually ask her. And if he protested, he might not get this much attention from her. He soaked it up, being fawned over by a beautiful woman like this. He didn't want to have breasts, but he didn't want her attention to stop either.

She looked him up and down, then smiled and nodded her head, in approval. Bill was scared about what she might ask him to do next. He stood there scared, wearing panties and a bra, looking like he had large breasts which were just bursting out!

Amalie took him by the hand, and walked him over to the desk with the lighted mirror. She pushed part of the desk top forward, revealing a whole array of makeup and other things which he didn't understand in the least. She took off her skirt, then her panties. She was naked except for her bra.

"We are going to do your nails now" she said. "Just keep your hand right here where I can hold it".

How could he resist a naked woman? He gaped at her. He couldn't believe he was seeing her like this! Naked! He held his hand limp as she glued long nails over his short ones, then filed them into perfect oval shapes. As she did this, then began putting the bright red color on, he wanted to run away! He wanted to flee! What if someone saw him like this?

She kept soothing him, assuring him, and whispering into his ears. He became totally relaxed again, and just stared at her, in his trance-like state. He didn't even protest as she completed his fingernails, then moved on to painting his toenails in a matching color, after first trimming them, filing them, and working on the cuticles.

After letting everything dry thoroughly, she took Bill by the hand. He followed her back to the wardrobe. He would do anything she asked him by this point. He was completely enthralled by her beauty, and was putty in her hands.

Amalie put the garter onto him, and rubbed his smooth leg as she did so. Bill gaped as she pulled out the next item from the wardrobe. It was white, shaped like a skirt, but really puffy. He reached out, and touched it. It was layer after layer, soft, white and lacy.

"This will push your skirt out. It's quite lovely" she said as she helped him into it. In the mirror, it looked like he was wearing a skirt of some kind, all poofy and puffy. He felt so weird!

Now came the actual wedding dress. Amalie helped him into it. It zipped up tight in the back, but it fit exactly right. Any smaller, and he would not have been able to put in on. Any larger, and it would slip around.

The dress was pure white. The arms were lacy and see-through. The upper part showed off the large breasts on Bill's chest, then tapered down to a more and more narrow waste. The skirt then flared out, spreading wide over Bill's undergarment. A small train was in the rear, which Amalie pinned up for now.

Bill looked at himself in the full length mirror and gasped. He looked just like a girl! He was starting to panic again, but the naked woman fussing over him gave him another drink to calm him down. He didn't even taste the tranquilizer she had dissolved into the cup with the alcohol.

His nerves calm again, he sat at the makeup desk, as she ordered, while she fussed with his hair. The gel she had put in it earlier made it slick, and close to his head. She pulled out a wig with long hair, the same exact color as his. She put it on him, and fastened it in place with cleverly placed bobby pins. She teased and styled the hair, until it looked beautiful and natural.

Bill was so amazed the look of the long hair, that he didn't even think to protest as she clipped ear rings onto him, and put a necklace in the shape of a heart around his neck. He looked up to her, and she smiled as she lifted the brush, and dabbed it into the peach color powder.

Fifteen minutes later, Bill blinked when he saw himself in the mirror. He saw a bride staring back at him, with long lashes, deep red lips, flushing cheeks, and that special glow. Amalie had applied a glitter makeup to his face, throat, and down to his breasts. As he moved in the light, he glittered and gleamed like some fairy princess from a movie.

Amalie put his shoes on, and had him walk across the room several times. The high heels made him walk slowly, and in short steps. But it wasn't that hard to do. She called him over, and started to fuss with his veil.

She then put her clothes back on, and unpinned the train. She made some final adjustments, then smiled, satisfied with her work.

"You are a beautiful bride" she said, handing a bouquet to Bill.

"Thank you, but I'm supposed to be the groom" he said, nervous to challenge her.

"They will love you. Come on!" she said, holding his trembling hand. He walked hand in hand with her down the hall. When he saw his father, he gasped.

"Why Astrid, you are so beautiful!" said his dad.

"Astrid?"

"You" said his dad.

"Me? I'm Bill! Dad, what's going on?"

"You're getting married today Astrid. Come on, it's almost our turn."

The pipe organ blared as Bills dad locked arms with him, and started to walk down the hall.

"You signed the papers changing your legal name. Didn't you even read them?" he whispered.

"No..." said Bill, not sure that he liked at all where this was going.

"Well you did. So now you are Astrid. But don't worry honey, you're about to be married. This will be the best day of your life."

Astrid looked up, as they entered the great hall. The crowd stood up, and the organist began with the bridal march. Astrid was scared, confused, and on the verge of tears.

They arrived at the stage. A girl in a purple velvet dress took the bouquet from Astrid, and whispered to her how pretty she was. Another girl straightened the train out, as Astrid turned to face the young man she had never seen before. He had dark short hair, and was wearing a tuxedo. Just like Bill had thought he'd be wearing.

But here he was, wearing a wedding dress, and being told that his name was Astrid now.

"Do you Hans take Astrid to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" he replied, smiling, and staring into Astrid's eyes.

"Do you Astrid take Hans to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Astrid hesitated. His father shot him a terrible glare. His mother mouthed the words "I do". All eyes were on him. He felt such pressure! What could he possibly do! He wanted to run away.

"Say 'I do'!" he heard, and looked up to see Amalie at the side of the stage.

"I do" he said without thinking, responding to her request.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife" said the judge. "You may now kiss the bride."

There was thunderous applause, and the organist blasted out the traditional music as Hans lifted Astrid's veil, and gave him a kiss right on the mouth! He even used his tongue!

Astrid was repelled and mortified.

"You are mine now" said Hans, taking Astrid by the arm, and starting the march out of the great hall.

"Why?" said Astrid as they marched out of the hall, to great applause. "Why me?"

"I needed a pretty bride to show the world" said Hans, "but I have certain, ah..tastes, which you will fulfill for me. In time, you will grow to love me. Don't worry my Astrid. I will take care of everything."

Astrid was so scared! He was about to run away, but Hans held firm. They were alone for a moment in the hall, where the guests would soon file out, and greet the wedding party.

"Remember, in this country, the bride must be completely obedient to her husband" said Hans. "You will smile, be polite, and act like the lady that you are now. Do you understand my pretty Astrid?"

"Yes" he managed to say.

"You will think, act, and conduct yourself like a lady at all times in public. Nobody outside of me must know who you really are. You must even think of yourself as a woman. Is that clear?"

Astrid nodded weakly. This was getting worse and worse.

* * *

Astrid managed to make it through the reception without actually crying. But it was hard not to! Hans acted kindly and gently, not showing his evil side he had revealed in the hallway. She danced with her father, then with her groom, and drank as much as she could to forget her troubles.

When it was finally over, a limo was waiting to take the young couple to a hotel. They would stay the night at a local luxury hotel, then fly to Miami, and drive into Key West for their honeymoon. Everything was arranged.

When they reached the hotel, Astrid found that there were already two suitcases full of women's clothes waiting for her.

"These are your clothes. Amalie had your exact sizes, so she did some shopping for you. She also bought you makeup, and all that stuff you girls use to get yourselves all pretty."

"But I..."

"Shh. You are my bride now. I will tell you when to talk."

Hans almost ripped the panties off of Astrid, who was forced to put her hands on the bed, and stand with her legs spread wide as Hans went about his business. It hurt, and she cried when he sent her to the bathroom to clean herself up.

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