Doug contemplates his situation, and outfit check

(okay. Seeing as the original author didn't describe the dress in detail, I'm going to have my fun)

Upon reflection of the situation Doug could only think of The absurdity of The situation

Because It was absurd.

Being **** to crossdress By your little sister's older friend was one thing.

Being **** to have a wedding ceremony by your little sister to get Her older friend laid was another.

Especially when you didn't consent.

Yes, While it was true that You were never really one to take the initiative when it comes to dating.

(In fact, before today you were still A Virgin. Something that was surprisingly rare for males.

You were always the shy one. The blushing boy to look away From crushes. Unable to articulate your thoughts.)

That didn't mean you had no sex drive. Quite the opposite. You got a love of reading romances and smutty stories . Some with the most bizarre / extravagant concepts imagine able. The one with a sexy couple falling into love with a talking intelligent sentient raptor was a favorite of Yours.

You loved the idea of swept off off your feet by a domineering loving futanari Lady. Must be the House husband of home. And maybe of the family. Cooking, providing, and caring for all the individuals in the home.

At one point you admired meg, For her sexy hips, her beautiful Asian features, Her deep Raven black hair.her gorgeous eyes. And especially her confidence. With a smile and a brazen attitude That meant all would bow before her might. It was almost comfortable in some ways to be pursued by someone like her. Meant that he was loved and cherished.

But now it felt like a betrayal.

“You stupid weak spineless fuckboy.” You thought to yourself humiliated.

She was right. You're nothing but a hole to be used. You were too weak to fight against it because in the end. you wanted it.

You're a whore, a slut, A freak.

And Nobody wants damage goods. It was immoral

Who would want a bitch boy that was so submissive that the only way to get sex out of them was to be ****.

It broke your heart.

You were crying.

You couldn't get off this bed for fear of punishment, but You could look at your sister's vanity desk. It held a three-part mirror, one major mirror with two winged mirrors at an angle to get a better look at yourself. The whole furniture was White.

You ripped off your wig. The only thing easily able to get off, exposing your short blonde pixie cut hair, with greenish highlights.

You look like a damaged slut, unfortunately the makeup said another thing. It's Said" a beautiful damage slut."

It took a moment to realize that you had extensions on your eyelashes. But your face looked so beautiful with them. You couldn't help but leave them there. . You always wanted to look beautiful. But you never had the courage to ask

Sera was never the gifted makeup artist in the family. that was Crystal. Yet she still made your face a canvas. Looking at your own lips, you were shocked at the color. They were a deep red that still held its kissable glittery shine.

It was then you decided to look at the rest of your face. And saw how beautiful it was

your tears were running your lower mascara, However, the upper wings of your makeup was still on point.

They were Still, A Vibrant red glitter That was delicately placed on From the the base of your upper eyelid to Right below your eyebrows.

They were like ovals where your eyes were the base.

Contrasting this red was a deep black outline of mascara that split above and below your eyelid, thinner at the inner edge directly around the skin of your eyelid, thicker at the edge of the glitter red highlights. Your sister had even put little winglets around the black outline.

The contrast between the red made your emerald Sapphire mixed eyes pop.

Your face was a painting, however messed up it was.

The blushing tone that your sister had forcefully applied was still bright Pink. In spite of the fact that you had mascara running down And mixing in with your Pink tinted cheeks. And you had already seen your lips. They were so beautifully red, A symbol of fertility and horniness.

You were enchanted by your looks and decided to analyze everything,

You raise your hand to And noticed the strange looking items

They were Ivory white, See-Through satin with lace and floral cut gems embroidered into them. At the end of each glove were simple White bows. these bows acted as traps to keep them in place

unfortunately ,that was not enough Because your sister was a over-the-top sort of girl who also added on top of those gloves, “Ayliss Lace” Fingerless bridal gloves with rhinestone crystals embroidering it, these gloves acted more like white sleeves that up slightly past one's elbows. There were feathers at the end of those sleeves. Pure White as snow.

The embroidery of fingerless lace gloves attached onto your Middle finger, Then went over the satin gloves. However, the satin gloves had a bow that his sister had decided must go over the fingerless gloves. Before tying them.

In effect, your was unable to get off the fingerless gloves without getting off the silk gloves. But these were your moms from two different marriages. (She married thrice and all three of them ended in tragedy. She swore off military men entirely, each of them A pregnancy The man would never get to see. They would have loved him and his sister's That's what she always said)

You moved your silk gloved hand to neck which had a white choker, with a heart that read property of the mistress.

Your cheeks heated up even more. Although you couldn't see it in the mirror .

Lowering your hand to your chest. You saw your skin at your chest, until it was Right above the nipple line, That Is where your sister had placed a white sheer translucent wedding corset. There was gems and rhinestones And other assortment of shiny rocks on the corset.

(Technically it was a strapless full corset with pearls details. But doug wouldn't know it)

It was tied correctly, pushing in what little fat you had around your waist giving you a more hourglass look. This also had locks on the back that your sister used to keep you in the outfit. You couldn't bend over willingly.

Luckily one of the good things about the corset was its stability, allowing for a A truly large oversized white petticoat tulle skirt, with an over coat of a white white satin skirt with a full long train at the end that measured to 85in back length. (Unbeknownst to Doug. His sister had Left out the Hoop skirt .. She also added a Tulle Mesh Layered Tutu Princess Skirt with dovetails at the back.)

They were locked in place by the belt at the back right above your ass. And you couldn't exactly turn that way because of the fucking corset straightening your posture, And preventing your movements.

Out of curiosity, you rolled up your massive gown- length skirts rolling it up as tight as you could so you can see everything in the mirror.

It was truly fucking hot down there. Thanks to the multiple layers that barely got any breathing room. It was like a fucking furnace.

As air of the room quickly went in beneath the skirt, You could feel your smaller dick exposed to the room temperature air..

You looked at your legs, encased in “coquette “thigh-high stockings with crystal lace”. There were straps to the garter belt that laid beneath The corset.

You looked at your high-heeled encased Boots. You remember those. They were gift to Mom. “EVANGELINE ELLIOT WHITE LACE KNEE HIGH HEEL BOOTS.” You got them for her for Christmas last year. They were 200 bucks. Except these were smaller and they fit you . Like the gloves the stockings over topping The boots were kind of excessive in your opinion

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Doug looked at the mirror and observed himself. He looked absolutely wonderful. Marriable . Even.

But There was still a sense of violation. They say there is no beauty without pain, but that didn't mean it was right to **** him and **** him into this get up.

Doug, got back onto the bed. He heard his mother walking back down the steps and was approaching His sister's room that they were in.

It was then he saw her. She had brought some rope and other accessories.

There was a smile upon her face