You Cry at the Ceremony

You and Greg begin chatting, but then the music starts to play and you see the groom walk down the aisle. He’s a handsome man a little older than you with a tall, dark, and handsome vibe.

After him the bridesmaids and groomsmen follow. Each of the bridesmaids are wear matching ruched red satin gowns. Each one more gorgeous than the last. The maid of honor differentiated by being the only one with a matching satin shawl.

The groomsmen and bestman were equally handsome. All of them were hunks that could be taken straight out of a Playgirl centerfold. Each one were wearing black tuxedos with red vests.

And then the here comes the bride music started and you saw her. An Angel in a white ball gown, her beautiful face slightly obscured by a seethrough veil. She looked like a princess. You feel tears running down your cheek. Greg hands you a handkerchief and you begin dabbing at your tears.

The handkerchief feels wonderful against your cheek and you can feel as the comforting fabric tickles you. Unconsciously you feel your masculine facial features wash away with the tears. Replaced with smooth feminine ones.

“I don’t usually cry at weddings,” you say sobbing.