Asian Bride

The form rocked back and forth until a small feminine hand burst out. The ribbons began to melt and form around the petite form as it began to sit up.

"What happened?" asked a sweet and soft voice.

"You hit your head, my dear," said Petra grabbing the hand. "It's alright now. What do you remember?"

"I remember a woman giving me a brooch," said the voice through the silk. The red ribbon began melting down the face, uncovering red voluptuous lips. "Who is speaking?"

"You are," responded Petra. She waved to her employee to fetch her something. The red ribbons began to unfurl themselves from the form's shoulders revealing a small amount of cleavage.

"I can't be though..."

"You sound beautiful," consoled Petra.

John's brain began to think. His clothes didn't feel right. His shoulders were cold, his body was tingling, there was a weight on his chest, and he could sense a void between his legs. "I need to stand."

With that Petra helped 'him' up. The rest of the ribbons melted around her forming a skit of red silk and lace. John's hands rubbed his chest revealing the breasts he had gained. "Oh no," she said. Her hands began to examine the rest of her body, her curves, her soft skin, and her woman hood. Then they fell upon the brooch. It dawned on her.

"You... You did this to me!" she screamed.

Petra waved her hand, "Sweetheart, you are an elegant princess now. Don't you feel complete?"

"What? No, I am a man!."

"You could fool me, dearie, Perhaps you need some more jewelry?"

Petra extended a beautiful necklace. John through it onto the ground. "You will not trick me aga- ack!," screamed John.

From behind something constricted around John's throat. The blonde employee had gotten behind him and fastened a necklace around his throat.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. That was expert timing," Petra fixed her blazer and grabbed John's hand.

"What is happening?" asked the Asian bride innocently.

Petra patted her hand, "Don't worry we are here to help you with your wedding, Miss..."

After a few seconds pause Elizabeth realized what was going on, "Kimiko Bo, madame."

"My name is Kimiko?" asked the woman uncertain. And with that a sense of meaning permeated her being as she smiled she said, "My name is Kimiko Wong."

"There will be a limo to see you off," explained Petra, "You wouldn't want to be late for your wedding date would you?"