"I... I will."

Petra doesn't respond at first, just giving John a meaningful look. The former man swallows.

"I will... I will be a good girl," John says, part of her dying inside as the words leave her full lips. "I'll be... a good bride."

"Then let's get you dressed."

Swiftly, efficiently, Petra begins to dress the former man. First up comes the underwear, and John feels the humiliation swell up inside her once again when she sees the outfit, obviously designed for the pleasure of men, white and lavey and emphasizing rather than covering her new body.

But the most galling was the panty, otherwise normal and sedate, but with "Bride" gaudily stitched across the bottom.

Then, even as John weakly protests the underwear, she soon finds herself wearing platform heels she can barely walk in and a flirtatious red mini dress that hugs every curve it bothers to cover.

"Why... why am I dressed like this?" John whines in a thin, breathy voice.

"Because..." says Petra: