My Father tucked me into bed that just after midnight giving me a lingering kiss. I drifted off after our exciting pre-honeymoon night dreaming of what I might expect the next day.
When I awoke the sun was shining in my room and I heard noises from below where a large white tent had been set up in Granddad’s yard. It hid from view the preparations that were happening inside.
When I strolled out to the living room in my mini-kimono I was shocked to see the entire space had been set up to resemble a spa / dressing room.
From the kitchen cam a skinny tall bleached and suntanned man, “ Allow me to introduce myself, Carl, I will be your dresser, beautician and makeup artist for the day, here is your morning coffee, if you could have a leisurely shower we can get started, there’s much to do.”
“Thanks Carl, be right back,” I answered heading off for the shower.
When I returned Carl was preparing his tools – scissors, curling iron, combs, brushes and directed me to the makeshift barber chair.
“ Today Jimmy I will transform you in preparation for your wedding,” Carl said in his effeminate voice, “Your Grandfather has left very explicit instructions and he trusts you will allow me to fulfill his requirements.”
“Oh yes Carl, there is nothing I won’t do for today, ready when you are,” I exclaimed.
“ First, I need you to remove your robe and lie on the table I have set up. We will complete a full body wax which will cleanse your body of any hair that might still be present,” Carl instructed.
I stood and dropped by robe, clearly Carl was impressed with my ripped, toned and tanned teen body.
When I lay on the table he began removing the small amounts of hair that were present on my legs, balls, cock and under arms. The process was quite painless and quick, as my body is kept fairly well shaved.
He then asked me to return to the barber chair where he shaped and sculpted my eyebrows into a beautiful arch.
“Carl, they are gorgeous,” I squealed with delight when he finished.
“Thank you Jimmy, your Grandfather brought me in from LA you know, I am the best in this field and by late afternoon you will truly be a sight to behold,” he explained.
“Next Jimmy I need to add some color and highlights to your hair, this will only take about 20 to 30 minutes and while the color is taking hold I can do other work.”
“Okay,” I said noticing his cock head bobbing in his tight black lycra Mick Jagger type pants. Obviously this Queen was enjoying every moment of this transformation, as was I.
“How often do you do this Carl?” I asked.
“Generally, I take one client per week, but depending on timing and travel schedules I may take one every two weeks or two in some weeks if they are close by.”
“What exactly will you do for the rest of the day?” I enquired noticing it was still only 9:20 am.
He had finished adding the coloring and replied,” Well now Jimmy I will give you a manicure and pedicure.”
“Ohhhhh,” I purred, “I’ve never really had a professional do that.”
“Well I think you are definitely in for a real treat,” he smiled.
He took to working on my feet and toes sculpting and shaping each nail individually and very delicately. I noticed his nails were spectacular, long, shapely, polished and beautiful.
“Does anyone everyone ask about your nails or do you feel self conscience in public?” I asked Carl.
“At first I suppose I thought about it, but living in LA and having done them now for many years I don’t give it a second thought,” he offered, “and besides, Jimmy it really does tell men exactly who we are and what boys like us want from them now doesn’t it?” he teased.
“It does? I don’t know I have never really done this or thought about it,” I said innocently.
“Well, Jimmy I think maybe you have never done this, but I do think you may have thought about it and I do think given the situation here today you are probably fully aware of what we offer men and how much we like it,” he commented.
“Really, I don’t really know what is happening today and what you are going to do, I just know that I have been asked to make a commitment,” I said feeling somewhat sheepish about what was happening in my loft.
“Jimmy, your Grandfather explained everything to me, your relationship, the past year, last night, we can comfortably talk about today and your future,” he said calmly as if nothing was abnormal.
“You know, you know what is happening today, you don’t think there is anything strange?” I asked excitedly.
“Jimmy I told you this is my profession, I travel the US and around the world providing this service in very similar situations, and while there are some very, very different components to today, it basically is the same type of job I undertake every week,” he smiled, slowly rubbing and patting my hand.
I hadn’t even realized, he had finished my manicure now as well.
“You specialize in weddings?” I asked.
“I do Jimmy, but I specialize in very special weddings, weddings between a man and his chosen bride Jimmy, brides like you,” he said wheeling a small tray of polishes towards me.
“What do you mean Carl, brides like me?”
“Jimmy, there are many men who choose to take a bride that requires transformation like you. Every wedding needs a bride and groom and when there is a man like your Grandfather, who is very clearly the groom, I step in to create a beautiful exquisite bride like you,” he continued.
“But, Carl I really don’t understand I am not a woman and really not a bride,” I mildly protested.
“And that Jimmy is my job, to make you the bride you must become by 7 pm tonight,” he said picking up a bottle of polish.
“You mean that tonight I will be a bride?” I asked.
“Yes Jimmy you will,” he said shaking the bottle.
“A full complete bride, as in like a bride, as in woman?” I gasped.
“Finally, Jimmy yes you are beginning to understand why I am here, I would have thought you would know that given what your Grandfather asked you to do tonight.”
“But last night I thought was dress up, role play, just an act,” I said my pulse beginning to race quickly.
“It was dress up Jimmy and a dress rehearsal for tonight, did you enjoy last night Jimmy?” Carl asked with a gleam in his eye.
“Well, yes I guess I did, yes,” I answered.
“Then tonight Jimmy you will love even more, the work I will do today will not even compare to last night and after speaking with your Grandfather, tonight will not even compare to your playtime last night, now we need to do this,” he said opening the polish and placing my right foot in his lap.
He began painting each nail with a lustrous glittery pink polish. My toes were phenomenal, smooth, polished and a beautiful feminine pink. My foot rested on his bobbing cock, which made my cock spring to life watching my transformation, take place.
He then moved to each hand painting my fingernails in the same beautiful shade of pink.
“You transform boys into brides for a living?” I asked excitedly.
“Yes, I was slightly older than you Jimmy when I was a bride, there was no one to help and 25 years ago, this was not a talked about subject, so after I did myself, I decided I had the ability to help others,” Carl responded.
“You were a bride? Others do this?” I asked somewhat surprised.
“Yes, I was 22 and this is my twenty-fifth year and while there aren’t millions or even thousands there are many men who take young brides,” Carl explained, “ However, Jimmy there not many situations like yours.”
I asked him what he meant.
“Jimmy, I think you know there are not many brides who marry their Grandfather,” he offered,” and while some do role-play the situation it has never happened in reality that I know of.”
“But you said this was your business Carl,” I said questioning his previous explanation.
“Yes it is my business, but my business has always been older men marrying younger brides, it has never been grandfathers marrying grandsons, you are a very lucky boy Jimmy,” he smiled.
“I thought you said you were married though Carl.”
“I am married Jimmy, I am 47 and my husband is 81 now, but he is not my grandfather, “ he said, “ we are only the same in that I was very young and he was a father figure, there are many of us, though most do not publicly promote our relationships,” Carl said looking at me like an older brother.
“What you are doing today Jimmy is very special indeed and you have a very important and exciting future ahead of you,” he said softly, “ and we need to continue our work, so please get back on the table.”
“Wow this is more exciting than I ever dreamed it could be,” I said with the excitement of a bride-to-be.
“Jimmy, this next step is the most important and may make you feel the most uncomfortable, you need to remember though everything has been arranged by your Grandfather.”
With that, he picked up a large suitcase which he opened revealing a plush red velvet lining and revealing two 40 d tits.
“What the fuck?” I said bolting upright on the table.
“Yes, these are going to be yours Jimmy, your Grandfather selected them as they are huge for your gorgeous beautiful young body and they will create the illusion of an exquisite blond bride for him,” he said holding the first one in both hands.
“Relax please I need you to lie back down on the table Jimmy.”
“But how…”
He answered before I could finish.
“Each of these will be attached to your body using special theatrical glue and flesh tone cement,” he explained placing it on my chest, “ they will last about three days before you will need to remove them.”
With that he started applying glue and affixed each breast to my chest. When he finished he took flesh tone cement and built the breasts from my chest to the falsies. My shaved bald cock was standing fully erect while I admired my new huge tits.
“Jimmy,” said Carl, “ I think my work is making you very happy by the looks of things.”
