Date: Sun, 7 Mar 1999 15:14:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Amanda@bitsmart.com
Subject: Well it was my idea TG story

The story of how Colin made his mother very happy
No sex, no violence just lots of dressing up
Amanda@bitsmart.com

			    Well it was my Idea

"Ha, Ha, very funny" said Colin as his mother held the dress against him
and joked "Oh but dear you'd look lovely in this!" The dress was amongst
some jumble she was sorting through and was a pretty floral cotton affair,
it looked brand-new, as did a lot of the other things. This was an affluent
area and it would probably have been worn only once or twice before it's
owner tired of it. She looked at her son and although she loved her only
child dearly she would have liked to have had the chance to bring up a
daughter, but that's the way thing's go she thought and returned to the
sorting. Nothing more was said and the clothes and other items were packed
away in the garage for collection the following week.

Colin was all Boy, he certainly was interested in Girls but he had to admit
to a certain fascination for the way they dressed in light and dainty
things. He knew how tights felt on his legs from the sports Lycra he wore
when running and cycling. But he had never considered actually dressing
up. He had recently seen pictures of some transvestites in one of his
mother's magazines with their before and after pictures and he was
fascinated by the change in appearance that could be achieved.

Later that week he had come home from school early as there was a study or
sport option and he was in his room before any one else came home. He heard
his mother come later in with a friend and start chatting. "Oh you're so
lucky having one of each and now Diane is getting married it's every
mothers dream. I'd love to go shopping for a daughters wedding things."

"Well maybe you can get involved if Colin pops the question to Anne. They
are coming to the end of their time at college, you never know!" replied
the lady from across the road. This was news to Colin, he was very keen on
Anne but hadn't thought that far ahead. He felt sorry for his mother but he
wasn't going to get married just to help out her fantasy!

At the weekend they brought the bags back into the house to await
collection and once again the dress came into view. Once again but only in
jest his mother held it against him and said "Oh yes it's definitely you!"
He blushed and pulled away smiling then he went back held it to his young
body and did a twirl "Mum, you could be right!" then handed it back as they
both laughed.

Later when he came back from football all the sacks were still there, "has
my dress not gone then?" he joked. "No, I'm afraid the van has broken down
so we're stuck with all these bags for another week" said mother. He went
to the kitchen to make himself a drink and made a decision.

He sat down beside his mother and smiled craftily. "What are you up to?"
she said.

"I don't want you to think I'm strange or weird but will you listen to an
idea?" he said. "Will you let me try on that dress, we keep joking about it
but I would want to do it properly, hair, make-up, shoes etc. then I can be
your daughter for a day. Just for fun. I know Dad's away next weekend. How
about it?"

Well she was struck dumb, many differing emotions coursed through her head
but when she saw he was serious and still smiling she did not feel
disturbed by the thought. It would be fun and it would go some way to
providing an outlet for her own fantasy.

"Colin, I am surprised. You're sure you'd like to do this? I do hope that
if there was any thing you needed to tell me you would feel able to do so."

"No don't worry Mum, it will just be a bit of fun between you and me!"

"It could be fun but… let me think about it."

"OK mum, no worries, let me know when you decide" and he went up to his
room, impressed with his own audacity and the way he'd thrown his mother.

Colin's mother had been totally unprepared for this suggestion and needed
time to think. The idea appealed to her but she worried that perhaps he had
felt pressurised by the game with the dress. He had assured her it was to
be in fun and seemed very happy, so what would be the harm in it? All the
other things that they might need were in the jumble sacks and she could
get some hosiery and underwear so this wasn't going to cost much. OK!

She called him down. "My dear I've thought it through and if you are happy
we'll do it, but if you change your mind just say so. I think you know I
would have liked a daughter, as well as you of course, so I would enjoy the
illusion. We can put together an outfit from what we have here and your
father is away like you said. Next Saturday then?"

"Yes Mum, I'm up for it. We'll have a good laugh, I can't wait to see how I
look and how it feels."

"OK Colin, I'll arrange everything, don't you make any other plans for
Saturday. What shall we call my new daughter? Your father and I would have
liked `Keri' if you'd been a girl?"

"Sounds alright to me"


Friday

"Now make sure you have a bath, then bed for you young lady!" He smiled and
followed his orders, he was surprised and amused to find a night-gown on
his bed with a note `just to get you in the mood' when he had finished in
the bathroom.


Saturday

What he didn't know was that his mother had been talking to her friend
Cathy at the hairdressers and that she had offered to give him a makeover
and do his hair if he came in early on the Saturday. Cathy thought it was
very amusing but also knew that it meant a lot to Colin's mum and she
planned to do a special job. His mum had also spoken to some of her other
friends but more of that later. Accordingly she had to get him up early and
into Cathy's salon before the other customers.

"Up you get sleepy-head".

He awoke and was pleasantly surprised to find the silky negligee encasing
his body. Mmmm this feels nice already I might just keep it, he thought in
a dreamy moment.

"Now come-on we've got to get moving. Have a shave. Put on some underwear
and your tracksuit and trainers, nothing else, and get downstairs for some
breakfast"

"What's going-on Mum? Why the rush?"

"Just do as you're told young lady I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

Being called `young lady' jolted him back to reality, this was it, THE
day. He completed his ablutions and dressed quickly as he had been told and
joined his mother at the breakfast table.

"Now please don't be cross but I didn't feel I could do justice to your
hair or make-up so I've asked Cathy to help-out. She's more used to the
younger styles and has agreed to make you over before her regulars arrive
and is very discreet, you've nothing to worry about. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I think so", this was something he hadn't reckoned on but what the
heck, things would be done right and it was only a one-off. "But how do I
get there?"

"Don't worry. I'll take you down and bring you back, your hair is long
anyway and you'll be wearing your track-suit nobody will see anything out
of the ordinary". With that and after they had finished breakfast they
drove the short distance to the salon. It looked closed but the door opened
and Cathy welcomed them in.

She saw the look of anxiety on his face and took him to one side. "Now
don't worry, your mother's told me everything and I think what you're doing
will be fun and a nice gesture. Just lie back and enjoy it, we're not going
to do any permanent changes!" She turned to his mother. " Now we're going
to be about an hour so you get off home, I'll give you a ring when 'she's'
ready." His mother smiled, squeezed his hand and left him to the tender
mercies of the beautician.

"Now then, it'll be easier if I call you Keri from the start won't it? Just
do everything I say and we'll have you home soon looking lovely, just relax
and enjoy being pampered. Your mother and I are old friends and I'll make
this special for her and for you.

First lets see what we have to work with. Go into the back and take off
your track-suit, there's a robe in the cubicle"

When he came out and she saw him she said "right then, slip off the robe
and lie on this table" she then began to rub cream all down his legs and
arms and across his chest "this will remove your body hair. I know there's
not too much but we will start right." After a few minutes his skin began
to tingle and she led him to the shower room. "Now just shower it off and
I'll be back in a moment".

He hadn't been very hairy but he certainly wasn't now, his legs and arms
felt beautifully smooth. Cathy was waiting for him as he left the cubicle
and towelled him dry then laid him down again and rubbed a soothing cream
on his smoothed limbs. It hadn't occurred to him that he was completely
naked until he felt Cathy grasp his member and say "now then, nice girls
don't want to have one of these dangling between their legs do they." He
was taken by surprise and agreed. "These rubber pants are used by drag
artists and will take care of things." The flesh toned pants had a pocket
for his penis and even had realistic pubic hair on the front, at first
glance his manhood had gone. "Now pop these panties on and everything will
look correct, you'll be able to use the bathroom but you'll have to sit
like us girls!"

This makeover was going further than he had planned but, like the lady
said, lie back and enjoy it. Next she gave him back the robe, took him to
the sink and washed his hair, then started putting in rollers. This seemed
to take a long time but eventually she was finished.

"Take off your robe and lie down on the table again, dear and I'll put some
gel on your chest while the rollers set, it looks a bit sore." The gel was
very cool and soothed the irritation he had felt after the hair
remover. She then put a face pack and eye pads on him. He also felt another
pressure on his chest. " These pads will cool the gel, you just lie back
and relax and I'll manicure your nails."

This was luxurious, he could now see why women went through it, and it did
feel nice all over. He could feel the constriction around his male parts
but had been impressed with the concealment it offered. What would his mum
think? Cathy worked on his nails and occasionally paid attention to his
chest, but he could see nothing as the eye patches were still in
place. Later he could smell nail polish and felt the gentle stokes on his
fingers and his toes. This is a thorough job, its going to take some
removing, he thought.

"Let the polish dry, I don't want you to peek until I've finished the
make-up. Just sit up a moment". He then felt her wrapping something around
his chest and fastening it behind, then she replaced his robe and sat him
at the make-up chair. She removed the face pack and eye patches and he felt
most refreshed. "You have a lovely soft complexion, don't worry I'll not
make you up too much." He felt he foundation, mascara and lipstick going on
and wondered, just what do I look like? Next she began to remove the
rollers and started to style his hair, when she had finished a mass of
curls tumbled onto his shoulders.

"OK Keri, unveiling time! Close your eyes and I'll stand you in front of
the mirror." He hardly dared open his eyes as he could feel the light tug
of the mascara and eye shadow and wondered what had been done to him. He
finally opened his eyes and thought were did that other girl come from? But
as he moved to look realised the girl moved when he did, she wasn't a
ravishing beauty but he would definitely give her a second glance. He
looked to Cathy and she smiled, "it's you dear, don't you recognise Keri?"
As the realisation overcame him she steadied the girl/boy. "Now undo your
robe!" He was tempted to rub his eyes in disbelief, the panties showed no
trace of manhood but amazingly the matching bra contained some very real
looking breasts.

"I don't know what to say" said Colin in hushed tones, "I didn't realise
this was possible, I look just like a girl. I don't recognise this body in
front of me! How can I thank-you?"

"Just make your mother happy today! I'll call her now to come and get
Keri." She left him to stare in wonderment at this transformation. "One
last thing before you leave. These complete the ensemble" and she wrapped
the suspender belt from the same lacy beige Warner's set around his
waist. "Stockings are the final feminine touch for a very pretty girl. Ease
them gently up your leg, that's right, now clip them on. Perfect! I'm
expecting my regular customers pretty soon so get into your tracksuit and
wait for your mother. Do have a lovely day Keri darling. I'll tell your
mother how to remove everything!" Then she gave `Keri' a big kiss and
handed him a small bag with the cosmetics she had used.

He saw his mother's car arrive and ran from the salon with a wave and
jumped in quickly. She was pleasantly surprised and pleased at how the
hairstyle and make-up had transformed her son. It was still Colin but it
wasn't difficult to think of him as `her' for a day.

He returned her smile but was nervously holding his head down, he didn't
want to be recognised, and he didn't know what she'd think of what was
under his tracksuit. The sensation of the fine fabrics, stockings and
particularly these breasts was pleasantly confusing.

"Hold your head up Keri! No one will think you are anything but what you
appear to be. You're quite beautiful. I can't wait to get you home and into
that dress." He laughed and sat-up straight and they were home in
minutes. Fortunately they had a drive and there were only a few steps to
get from the car to the porch, although waiting for his mother to bring the
key seemed like an eternity, and he felt very exposed.

"Right my lovely daughter, upstairs with you and let's get dressed. I've
laid everything out on my bed for you."

"Now mother close your eyes while I take off the track-suit. I assure you,
that you are in for a surprise. Cathy was very thorough." Once undressed he
sat on the edge of the bed. "OK now you can look."

"Oh my dear what has she done to you? It looks real. Does it hurt, are you
OK? She has given you a girl's body"

"Don't worry it feels fine, it's latex and should peel off, and apart from
getting used to this weight on my chest I'm very comfortable. The underwear
was her present."

"Oh! You look wonderful, I must get my camera, wait there a moment."
Seconds later the flash was firing and she was asking `Keri' to pose this
way and that. "Now one last request, you can refuse if you wish, one
without the underwear. The body modifications are so realistic. Please?"

"In for a penny… Go on then, but I keep the negatives, you're enjoying
this mum"

And despite her initial misgivings she was. She now only saw a daughter in
front of her. Keri had been born and she was going to mother her girl. And
she took more than one photo…

Keri replaced her underwear then waited to see what her mother was going to
dress her in.

First she held up her arms to allow the under-slip over her head, the
whispy material flowed over her body with a deliciously cool feeling. Next
she stepped into the dress, yes that dress. Remarkably it was close fit,
just a fraction too big, but once it was zipped up and the cuffs were
buttoned the freedom of movement and lightness of material made her feel
wonderful. A pair of white sandals also from the jumble followed, they had
been worn before and were a little small but they had a reasonably low heel
and after a few moments she felt able to walk cautiously.

"I told you that dress suited you. Now to finish it off, a necklace and
some clip on earrings.

Oh and of course some perfume, Chanel No. 5, only the best for my girl!"

He felt dreamy, he couldn't believe this was happening and as he looked in
the full-length mirror and inhaled the expensive cologne he felt faint for
a moment. He felt his mother steady him and kiss him and smile with deep
love in her eyes. He felt so happy. A few more photos' and she lead him
toward the landing.

"Now to plan the rest of our day over coffee! Take care on the stairs!"

It felt so strange to sit at the breakfast bar, the feel of the clothes,
seeing the polish on his nails, the aroma of the perfume and the way his
mother was treating him just like a real girl. "First we must brush up your
girl skills. You've had so little time to learn basic walking and
sitting. Then we must get you some new things, those shoes in particular
need replacing. Then I think a new dress and some accessories. Oh! I am
going to enjoy this."

The final line stifled the protest he was about to make. He hadn't thought
this through. Of course mum would want to take her `daughter' out that was
a major part of the fantasy.

"I thought we'd go into town, after we've sorted out you deportment and got
you a handbag filled with the essentials."

"Into Manchester?"

"Yes of course dear that's where the best shops are! No one knows you
there, even if they did they'd never recognise you. Don't worry everything
will be fine, I'm in charge and I'll look after you. Remember this is for
fun I won't make you do anything against your will."

"OK I'm alright. Let's get to it!"

They finished the coffee; he was amused to see the lipstick smear on the
cup and the additional taste when he ran his tongue over his lips. Walking
wasn't easy, the shoes weren't a perfect fit but her persevered and
eventually could make gracious progress. Sitting, standing, how to hold
your hands. He never knew there was so much to it. After about an hour it
was 10:30 and mother decided it was time to go. She showed Keri how to
touch up the her lips and loaded a small shoulder bag with the cosmetics
Cathy had given her along with a few other girl things for effect and a
small wallet with 30 pounds and some change in.

They were ready for Keri's big challenge, going beyond the safety of the
house. "Just act naturally treat people as they treat you. No one will know
you. You are my niece Keri if anyone asks locally, you'll be my daughter in
town. OK?"

"OK but I'm really nervous mum"

"That's understandable my love, a girls first day out. What an occasion!
Let's get out there and shop `til we drop!"

He left the house scanning for anyone looking at him, the cool breeze on
his stockinged legs emphasised his vulnerability as he saw it. Of course he
had to wait for a moment as his mother locked up and then plipped the car
to unlock the doors. They left the drive uneventfully and left the quiet
street in Altrincham for the 20-minute journey into Manchester
centre. Every time they were forced to stop at traffic signals he was
convinced people were staring. "Hold your head high, Keri!" scolded his
mother, and in time he settled to his role, even smiling back at one van
driver who had shown a lot of interest.

They parked in the Multi-storey car park behind Kendals and after being
reminded to pick-up the shoulder bag they set off for the lift. There was
no one around as they entered the empty lift car but once they were in and
just pressing the buttons a young couple rushed in and they were forced to
share. Keri's first contact with anyone other than her mother while fully
dressed-up was to be pressed against the young man, of about the same age,
in the confined space of the lift. Keri could sense the man's eye's
checking her out, until his companion shot him a black look. As the lift
reached ground floor he stood back and said "after you ladies!"

As they distanced themselves from the pair he mother whispered " well, he
had a close enough look! Satisfied that no one will know now?"

He had to agree, the guy was checking `Keri' out no doubt about that.

As they made their way from the back streets towards St.Ann's square, he
realised the only looks he was getting were interested ones from men on
their own, the women didn't notice, couples didn't notice. He was accepted
as a she. His mother slowed and began looking in clothes shop windows and
chatted to him regarding the fashions on display, he went along with this
thinking it would satisfy her. Eventually she drew him inside one of these
previously forbidden places and began showing an interest in a silky cream
coloured spring dress. The assistant pounced and invited Keri to try the
dress on and despite her initial reluctance her mother immediately
encouraged this.

"Don't worry I'll come with you dear." Reassured mum.

They went into the cubicle and swiftly changed, they had just fastened the
last hook and eye when the assistant called "come out then let's see how it
looks". The dress fit Keri perfectly but no longer matched her stockings or
shoes and, despite herself, she was disappointed by this.

"Ah ha. I can see the problem," said the assistant, " allow me to choose
some matching footwear and hose, is it stockings or tights young lady?"

"Stockings" she squeaked in shock. The assistant returned with some cream
micromesh stockings and a pair of cream 3" heel sandals. " I've guessed
your size, do please try them on I think it will make all the difference."

They returned to the changing room and for convenience Keri removed the
dress and started to change stockings. Her mother helped to show her how
and just as they had finished and begun to try on the sandals the assistant
poked her head through the curtain. "Would you ladies like a coffee?" She
nearly died of shock, the assistant would have seen everything but of
course would have suspected nothing.

"That would be lovely," said mother, "we'll be out in a moment." They
readjusted the dress and stepped outside. Keri looked at herself in the
full-length mirrors. The dress was perfect, the hose and shoes complemented
it, and the effect was stunning. She saw her mother standing with the
assistant and both nodding in agreement. "Just sit here and have your
drink, I'll be back in a moment." After her mother had gone the assistant
came over and snipped off the label. "Such a fine choice" she said.

Yes indeed a lovely dress, but they were only playing at this, so in a
moment after the drink she'd be changing back. To her surprise her mother
re-appeared carrying one of the stores bags and Keri's shoulder bag which
did match the new dress very well. "I've said you'll wear it now, all your
old stuff is in the bag, apart from the stockings, I've put them in your
shoulder bag as they were brand new."

"Mum! I thought this was supposed to be a bit of fun, this dress must have
cost a fortune and it'll only be worn today."

"Just indulge your mother dear, and let me worry about what we spend. I'm
enjoying myself and I think you are too. Now come on, I've got a stunning
daughter for the day and I want to make the most of it."

Well, this was my idea, he thought. Roll with it.

"It must be time to get some lunch soon, come on I think I know the very
place."

They headed off through the square and on past the church to the pedestrian
part of King Street where the smartest designer shops are. There followed a
whirl of looking in windows, checking labels and trying on more dresses and
suits but thankfully, from Colin's point of view, no more purchases.

"This morning has been wonderful for me, Kerri, I had dreamed of taking a
daughter out shopping and you've made it possible. Thank-you so much."

"That's fine Mum, it's a bit of a culture shock at first but I am enjoying
it. The clothes feel so much nicer than Boy's things and people do seem to
treat me better. I'm quite relaxed now."

"That is marvellous dear, I really am very grateful. Now let's get that
lunch." With that they headed off towards Deansgate and back into
Kendal's. The ground floor cafe is self-service but is a place to see and
be seen.. They collected a light lunch and found a table.

"That man over there keeps staring at me Mum."

"It's quite normal, just smile back and return to your food, he thinks he
sees a beautiful young girl, you should be flattered."

They continued with their meal and as they were collecting their things to
leave the man came across to them. "I'm so sorry to intrude, Madam,
Mademoiselle, but I couldn't help noticing this attractive young lady,
surely too old to be your daughter?"

"You are too kind Mr?

"I am so sorry ladies, Jean DuPont"

"Charmed I'm sure, I am Jean Andrews and this is my daughter Kerri. How can
we help you Mr. DuPont."

"Two lovely English ladies! I hope we can help each other. I am a fashion
designer and I have an exhibition of my latest creations this evening, my
favourite model. " He pointed to a girl at his table who was not looking
very happy, "is sick and cannot continue. Would Mademoiselle Keri do me the
honour of taking her place? It is a small private showing, there will not
be a large crowd. You, Keri, have the same light in your complexion as
Francine and you look to be the same size, I would of course pay the usual
fee and you may choose one of the dresses from the collection to keep."
Keri and her mother were stunned into silence. "I realise this may be
something of a shock, but please, I implore you, help me out."

Mrs Andrews regained her composure first. "This is indeed a great honour
for my daughter to be chosen in this way but she has never done anything
like this before and is quite shy."

Keri still unable to speak stared at her mother with frightened eye's, just
say no she thought.

"Do not worry, I saw you two walking in, she is a natural and Francine will
assist her. You would be most welcome to attend to her backstage Please!
once again."

Mrs Andrews now totally carried away said "Of course we must help, what an
opportunity for a young Girl! " 'and her mother' she thought.

The evening came and Keri despite herself had gone along with this
charade. They had left the cafe and gone to the hotel where the exhibition
was to be held and Keri had practised walking on a catwalk for the first
time. Francine had helped despite her illness and poor English. Keri's
measurements were almost the same as Francine and the seamstresses took the
creations away for small adjustments so Keri did not get to see what she
would be wearing. There were plenty of people around so despite the
situation Keri eventually calmed down and enjoyed the experience.

The first few dresses were well cut French fashion there followed some more
daring designs where the underwear could be clearly seen. Thank God
everything looks real thought Keri. It was the final dress that threw
her. A wedding dress, quite exquisite with French lace arms and bodice,
Keri looked and felt fantastic, the design required her to go bra-less her
fake cleavage clearly visible through the see through white material. What
she didn't see was the Male model who met her on the catwalk and as a final
raised the veil and kissed her gently on the cheek. She was so overwhelmed
with emotion by now it just seemed so right.

The show over Keri and her mother joined the designer and his party for a
drink then made to leave. Keri's mother had chosen one of the earlier
designs and collected the modelling fee they were both tired now.

"Madam, Mademoiselle please I have one last favour to ask. The wedding
dress, it looked so right on you don't you agree. Please will you wear it
one more time? We have booked a little church near Macclesfield for a photo
shoot tomorrow if you would return here tomorrow we could dress you and
take you by limousine, I will be most generous with the fee and you can
keep the dress."

The dress, that wedding dress, he shouldn't like it he shouldn't feel good
in it, he shouldn't have enjoyed being kissed by a man while wearing it,
but he did.

"Yes" said Keri before her mother could speak, "we'll be here I would love
to help."

They returned to their car, which one of the designer's assistants had
brought to the hotel and returned home. The streets were quiet and the
journey along Chester road was uneventful. There was no one about in their
road so Keri did not worry this time about being seen, anyway why worry? No
one seemed to have clicked.

Keri went to what seemed the alien environment of Colin's bedroom and
changed into the night-dress her mother produced, another purchase she
hadn't noticed. Keri was so tired she was falling asleep as her mother
cleansed her face. When she lay down sleep and dreams came easily. She
didn't hear her mother making a few phone calls.

The next day still in their nightwear Mother and 'Daughter' had a light
breakfast. They decided on light makeup and a simple skirt and blouse as
Keri would be dressed and made up by DuPont's people. There were people
about this Sunday morning but nobody appeared to take notice of the young
girl and her mother. They drove the same route as the previous day this
time Keri kept her head high and appreciated that attention she
received. The designer and his dressers were ready for them at the hotel
and soon Keri's hair was re-styled, make-up done and she was wearing that
dress. There were more photographs and then it was time to leave. Keri was
looking for her mother. She appeared wearing a beautiful suit, very 'Mother
of the bride', and was beautifully made up. "Oh my dear child you look
lovely" she exclaimed. "And so do you mother," replied Keri.

"Your mother will follow in the second car," explained an assistant. "Now
we must go!"

Keri walked outside, people were smiling and taking photos they thought
this was real. A small elderly lady came to her and said, "you look so
lovely dear what a lucky man your husband to be is."

She climbed into the Rolls Royce with one last look back for the
photographer and set off.

The car set off through the southern suburbs of Manchester, at every
junction when the car slowed Keri could see people looking into the car and
admiring the bride. The car suddenly turned off the main road and entered a
pub car park. "Just a moment," said the driver "someone is meeting us
here." A man emerged from the Pub doorway in a morning suit and carrying a
top hat, another extra for the photo shoot thought Keri. The man got into
the car and sat beside her.

"Hello my dear. I believe you are called Keri today."

Keri was struck dumb with shock.

"Don't worry Son, or should I say lass! Your mother has told me
everything. I couldn't miss this. It's the proudest moment in a father's
life giving his daughter away. I thought my chance had passed after your
mother couldn't have any more children after you. You don't mind do you,
I'm so proud of you for what you've done. Your mother has had such a
wonderful weekend."

"But Dad you don't mind? I am a boy not a girl."

"Of course I don't mind, you've made your mother very happy I've told
you. It was a bit of surprise mind, I've been to fancy dress parties in
drag but this takes it to a higher plane. I wouldn't have known looking at
you and I'm your Father. How does it feel dressed like that?"

"Well don't think I strange or anything but it feels very good. Boys don't
normally get to wear such fine and delicate fabrics. I quite like fooling
people but don't worry I don't think I want to do this much more. Getting a
lady ready seems to take such a long time."

The car slowed as it negotiated the country lanes and came to a little
chapel. There were people dressed as guests there with the designer and the
photographers. Keri spotted her mother waiting at the churchyard gate. "Oh
my dear you look radiant, you don't mind about your Father do you?"

"No of course not Mum, I seem to be making a lot of people happy today."

Then the photographers took control. "We want to go through the whole
thing, just like a real wedding we've got guests, a groom and a vicar. Just
enjoy it as if it was the real thing."

"If only they knew." thought Keri.

The photos were taken, proud Mother and Father with their beautiful bride
daughter. Two little girls in bridesmaid outfits with design accents taken
from the wedding dress joined them. An organist struck up and the party
entered the church. There were people on each side and occasional flashes
of cameras but they could not identify any faces, the restricted vision
caused by the veil didn't help. The groom and best man moved into position
at the altar rail, not looking back, as is tradition. Keri could see the
groom's hair slicked back in a ponytail, when she stood beside him she
looked straight ahead at the vicar. He lent between them and whispered. "I
know this is all make believe so we're not doing the full service, let's go
straight to the rings so the photographer can get a shot." The groom turned
to the best man for the rings and then posed placing the ring on Keri's
finger as the cameras fired off.

"You may kiss the bride!" said the vicar.

Oh no thought Keri as the groom raised the veil. Anne looked at her
boyfriend and said, "You've made your mother a happy woman. Now will you
marry me?"