"And they still do this?" asked Bill.

"Yes. When you turn 18, you will be eligible. Your parents will make the arrangements within one month. At the age of 18 years, one month and one day, you get married. It is traditional that the bride and groom do not meet until the moment when they appear on the alter. But don't worry, that is how everybody here lives. That is why there are so few young people dating. Why get your heart broken, when there is no hope that the person you date will be your spouse? We just don't do it."

"I see" said Bill. He hadn't known about this custom, and it was somewhat depressing. No dating for him, still over here!

But after he got home and thought of it when he was about to go to sleep, he realized something else. He would be 18 in just a few weeks! Then his parents would do the work, and boom! He'd be married! All the sex he wanted, all the time! He did know that local custom dictated that women were very submissive to their husbands, and had to do whatever they were told. He smiled. It wouldn't be so bad after all!

He would be able to completely control his wife. She would *have* to do everything he told her. There was no divorce here. If a wife was to leave her groom, not only would she be shunned, but her family would be shamed too. Nobody wanted to do business with a shamed family! So whoever the girl was they had picked out for him, she would be unable to leave! She would do *everything* he ordered. Oh how sweet this was going to be!

* * *

Bill's birthday party was nice, and he loved the gifts he received. But he was even more excited about what he was going to get in a month. Married! He counted the minutes until then. Days at school seemed to drag on forever. He wondered which girl he would get. He hoped it wasn't an ugly fat one though. But if it was, he would make her go on a diet. He would make her dress the way he liked, wear her hair the way he wanted, and spend all her time getting herself into shape (when she wasn't taking care of the house and cooking for him, that is). Yes, he would manage somehow. But he was sure his parents would find him someone decent.

His popularity had waned of late, as the novelty of a foreigner wore off. He was falling more and more back into his pattern of the quiet shy guy. Except for a few friends like Petr, things had become pretty much like they were before.

But that didn't matter, he would be married in a week! He hurried through signing all the legal papers, without bothering to even read them. He just wanted to get to the big day, right away!

* * *

The next morning, Bill went to the tailor's show where the took all of his measurements. Everything from head to toe. Shoe size, waist, inseam, chest size, arm length, the works! He wasn't offered a choice of style though, they said his parents had to pick everything out, as per local custom.

He went off to school, and sat through the next long, gloomy day.

Meanwhile, back at home, the family was busy in preparation. Normally, a family had to figure out how many relatives and friends were attending. But since they were the only ones in the family in the country, it would be a very small gathering.

Bill's mother was worried. She had worked long and hard to find a suitable partner for her son, and she hoped that she had done the right thing. But it was best for him. He would be marrying into a wealthy family. He had so little going for him, that perhaps this was the only thing she could really have done for him.

"Can you tell me about who I'm going to marry?" he had asked.

"You know I can't tell you who it is. But let me just say that you are marrying into a family with lots of money" she had replied.

That had excited him. She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

* * *

The morning of the wedding, Bill was so excited! Today was the day! After all of the waiting! He had waited all his life to be with a girl. And tonight, he would have sex for the first time. There was nothing that could go wrong now!

He showered, shaved, and was then driven by his mother to the hall where the wedding was to take place.

"Bill? This is Amalie. She will help you get dressed up nicely. We will see you at the alter when you are all ready."

"Thanks mom!" said Bill, barely able to contain his excitement.

After Bill's mother left, he was alone with Amalie. She was a pretty young woman, and Bill felt very intimidated! A beautiful woman like her? Alone with him? It was so rare for him to be in that situation. He was very much afraid; afraid of saying something wrong to her, and just plain scared of her in general.

She talked to him at first to make him more comfortable. She offered him a drink, which he accepted. He hadn't drank much alcohol before, but this was good, and it really relaxed him. Amalie rubbed his shoulders, and kept talking to him in a soothing voice.

Soon, Bill was totally relaxed, and sat there with a glazed look in his eyes, as if in a trance.

"Now Bill, take off all your clothes" said Amalie. He was scared of her, but he complied. He had never let any woman other than his mother see him naked, but somehow he was so at ease with Amalie, that he just took off his clothes like she asked, threw them into a pile on the floor, and faced her unashamed.

"Very good. Now before we dress you up, put this cream on your chest, arms and legs" she said, handing him a tube of white cream.

"It must be some local custom" he said to himself, as he put it on as instructed. After he was done, Amalie put some gel into his hair, and massaged it in. He soaked up all this female attention, and loved having her touch him.

"Now go shower" she told him, pointing to a bathroom through the door in the corner, as she put a shower cap over his head.

"I already did" he replied.

"Go" she said, and he found himself scurrying off to the corner door. He went in the shower, and washed off. The soap had a floral scent to it, which was strange. He would ask her about that. Must be some other ritual or something.

As he dried off, he noticed how there was so much hair in the shower drain. Someone really ought to clean it out more often! He shook his head, and returned to Amalie.

"Very good. Your skin looks wonderful" she said, smiling ear to ear. He beamed at the praise.

"Why did they have floral soap?" he asked shyly.

"Because it is a local custom. You should have taken time to learn more of them. But don't worry. I am here to teach you, and to help you."

"Thank you" he said politely.

Amalie told Bill to follow her, and she walked into the next room. Bill could not take his eyes off her, the way she moved, or more like it, glided across the floor to the room. It was red, with red velvet on the chairs and the sofa. There was a desk with a lighted mirror, a full length mirror across the room, and a large wardrobe, with its doors closed.

"Have a seat" said Amalie. Bill sat on the plush velvet chair, and looked around the room. There were a dozen roses in a vase on the desk, which gave the room a nice fresh smell. Just like his skin, with the floral soap.

Amalie walked over to the wardrobe, turned the knobs, and swung the large doors open to reveal its contents to Bill. He stared at it, his mouth agape, not believing what he was seeing. Amalie walked behind him, and messaged his shoulders as he gaped.

The wardrobe was full of white lacy things. A long bridal gown hung in the middle, along with a veil, and matching accessories. Frilly things that Bill didn't even recognize hung on the hooks nearby. Clear high heel shoes were at the bottom. These were the bride's clothes! Why was she showing them to him? He thought of what his bride would look like in them, and he got excited. He moved his hand over his crotch to hide his excitement from her. It was too embarrassing for him to let her see.

Amalie went to the wardrobe, and took something off a little shelf. She went to Bill, and presented him with the pair of white silk panties, with a white rose stitched into the front near the waistband.

"Touch them" she said. "Feel how soft and silky they are?"

"Yes" he whispered, running his hand over the exciting soft material.

"Don't you want to put them on? And feel the silk against your skin?" she said enticingly.

"But these are panties" he said.

"Yes. Just like *I* wear. Don't you want to see how it feels?" he said, walking over in front of him.

"Ooh, I can see how excited you are about it" she said, looking down at him.

"It's not...it's the dress.."

She looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. She thought he wanted to wear the dress! No! That was all wrong!

"Put them on Bill" she said in a sweet tone of voice. He didn't want to say no to her. He had a hard time denying her request. With trembling hands, he put the panties on. To his surprise, the fit perfectly.

"Feel the soft silk against your skin. Feel how sensuous it is to rub your hands across them" she said, dragging her hand across his rear. He almost jumped at the sensation, and felt himself get even harder.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yes" he replied. He hated to admit it, but she was right.

Amalie walked over to the exit, and locked the door. She turned to face Bill, and started to unbutton her blouse! She let the blouse fall off her, exposing herself to him. She reached behind, and started to unhook her bra. She held her arms forward, and let it slip off. She took it and dragged it across Bill's chest.

He was gaping at her breasts. He had never seen a naked woman before in person. In magazines, but not in person. His eyes were popping out of his head.

"Do you like breasts Bill?" she said.

"Yes!" he replied enthusiastically.

Amalie walked to the wardrobe, pulled open a drawer, and emerged with something which she handed to Bill.

"Hold these" she said.

He took his eyes off of her breasts long enough to see that he was holding two exact replicas of them! From their shape and size, to the butterfly tattoo on the left one towards the center.

"Those are for you" she said, taking the cap off of a tube of glue. She smeared some over his nipples, and swirled it around the general area. She took the fake breasts from him, and pressed them onto his chest, where they adhered to his skin.

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