(a gamma ray burst is) The End.

The afternoon that I found those books changed everything. Not just with me, but with Atticus and Catty. The laissez faire attitude I thought they had toward staying in this society was put to the test when I told them what I’d learned and they were just as devastated as me. Even Atticus couldn’t hold back the tears and we all cried it out, realizing the past couldn’t be changed. That all those people would die. We’d always assumed the radiation and atmospheric differences we’d picked up from our probes were from a nuclear war. Sure, it didn’t quite match up to everything we knew a nuclear winter would be, both in intensity and longevity, but it was the closest thing we could come up with. We never thought about natural phenomena.

It turns out that ‘The Event’ that destroyed our time was a gamma ray burst. The spurt of gamma radiation from a massive supernova or two neutron stars colliding and becoming a black hole. The best information that Catty and I have since found in the library is that the burst came from the opposite side of the milky way and was only noticed it in 2041. It was quickly recognized as an extinction level event and rallied the whole world around the idea of saving as many people as possible. All global manufacturing went into building the shelters and ended up saving almost eight hundred million people. It’s still frightening to consider that we lost over eight billion people, but if we hadn’t had that five-year warning, we might not have survived as a race. We probably only could have saved a million people with the shelters that were already built, and those shelters likely wouldn’t have lasted long enough to protect everybody from the radiation. The best estimates say that the gamma ray burst had already been heading toward earth for hundreds of years and was only noticed in 2041. Even if we went back decades before our home of 2034 and gave the world years and years to prepare, there was no stopping such a phenomenon.

Catty, Atticus, and I all talked on and off for days. We concluded that we couldn’t prevent history from happening an hour after we got together. We agreed that staying in this time was better than returning and having to live through that time on the second day. The next day, after a lot of back and forth, we decided not to bring back any other people from our time. The last decision was mine, but I let Atticus and Catty help me. Ultimately, I was on the razers edge and still unable to decide either way. I finally did what felt right and told Bradley. I told him everything. I told him about Catty, Atticus, and me traveling through time. I told him about growing up as a man in a vastly different time and society. I told him how up until a few days ago it had always been my intent to return to being a man, return to my time, and save humanity. And now that I wasn’t going to do that, I didn’t know what gender to be.

It was a lot to take in for Bradley, but when he did accept it all and gave it consideration, he blew me away and made my decision easy. He told me that he’d continue to love me no matter what gender I was. That if I returned to being a man, he’d still want to remain engaged and get married. Somehow, just knowing that Bradley’s love for me was genuine and true and didn’t revolve on me being female, made it so much easier to accept I really was female. And that I’d stay one for the rest of my life as the bride of Bradley Atwood. I even agreed to have a traditional wedding without knowing exactly what that was.

Deciding not to change the course of history and to remain here meant two important tasks needed to be done. First, we’d need to go back in time and destroy all of our research. Someone couldn’t come across our notes, recreate our experiment, and follow along our same path. Second, we’d need to destroy the time machine. Admittedly, Atticus, Catty, and I might be able to build another one, but it would be damned difficult without our notes and research from the past. Break a few key parts that required incredibly delicate and precise alignments and we’d probably prevent ourselves from making another time machine.

Travelling back to Angel City so we could get our time machine wasn’t easy. But it turns out that after I shared everything with Bradley, he had the perfect way to help. His construction company had done business in the Free Union and he had contacts that would allow him to come in and make proposals for business. He’d never taken advantage of it as he knew he’d never win a contract against their companies using more advanced technologies, but it was always at least available to him. So, he found an open offer seeking proposals, got us all train transport, and we arrived in Angel City two days later. He even helped keep guard while Catty, Atticus, and I all crammed into the time machine and traveled back in time.

When we got to the past we quickly separated. Time wasn’t exactly against us as we could spend a week back here and still return to Bradley with him only noticing a blip of time between our departure and re-arrival. But we still knew it was dangerous and wanted to get everything done quickly. Atticus and Catty went to the lab and their respective homes to destroy all of their work. I had to visit both my home and my office on campus. I didn’t want anybody questioning the young woman trying to sneak into “Mr. Williams’” office so I took advantage of my ID badge getting me in at night. The only problem came up with me trying to get back to the Uber that would return me to Catty and Atticus. The guys came out of nowhere, cat calling, and approaching me with obvious ill intent. I felt ****, and yes even **** at times, in the future when I had sex with men. But here, with this gang obviously seeking me out, I recognized the significant difference in men forcing me to have sex for my pleasure and these men forcing me to have sex in order to take away my agency and for their own selfish pleasure. I’ll never associate one with the other from now on. Thank God the guard was there, shooed the gang away, and escorted me to the car.

When we got back to our new present time, lovely June of 2700, Bradley helped us dismantle the time machine. Mostly we just needed to destroy the flux capacitor and the hyper drive components as without them, this was ancient technology. With the time machine out of commission we returned to Mishigami, and I started planning Bradley’s and my wedding properly. It turns out their traditions were similar to the ones I recognized but with key differences. Make the bride as feminine looking as possible and celebrate virginity.

On the day of my wedding, at the chapel, I look into the mirror and go over my makeup and hair one more time, wanting so desperately for it to be perfect. I use the brush to touch up my lips. Their bright glossy shine really emphasizes how plump they are. I have to suppress a giggle as I can’t afford my lips changing position. They have to stay in this perfect smile for the next thirty minutes or the gloss will crack and the whole effect will have been for nothing. Tradition is important.

Happy that my face and hair are perfect I stand up and nod at Catty. She’s been so close to me over these past two weeks and knows everything I do about how to prep for this. I lean up against the wall and take a deep breath through my nose as she starts lacing the corset up around my already enhanced curves. When she has it on very tight, I close my eyes knowing that the real struggle is about to start. On cue, I hear Sterling step up and start pulling the laces harder than any human could. I hear my own muffled cries behind my closed lips with the last few tugs, but finally breathe a very shallow breath of relief through my nose when Sterling ties it off. Turning around, I give both Sterling and Catty a hug before they start helping me into the dress.

With my dress and my heels on I lean on Sterling for stability. The corset has my waist down six inches from my normal size and barely lets me breathe at all. The heels are ballet style and have me walking on my tip toes. Even after practicing in them for the past two weeks, I can barely stand and move in them. I can’t help but marvel how the heels’ eight-inch lift makes me tower over the new Sterling.

Bradley and I sent Sterling back in for the modifications three weeks ago and per the manufacturer we weren’t the first couple to transition one of their AI robots from a masculine to a feminine body. We were, however, the first couple to have a feminine shaped robot with masculine genitalia. Both Catty and I loved having Sterling join us in love making, just in slightly different ways. Catty loved having Sterling take her from behind while she was spit roasted by Atticus in her mouth. I, on the other hand, like to have Sterling in front of me so I could look up at her bouncing breasts while she fucked my face with Bradley’s realistically molded mock cock, and Bradley took my ass from behind.

Having Sterling appear female was perfect for another reason. Wedding parties in this time obviously were limited on the number of women they could have. It was rare for couples getting married to know more than two women, so often female robots would stand in to be equal with the number of men in the wedding party. I wanted Catty as my maid of honor and Atticus to be one of Bradley’s groomsmen. Bradley simply wanted Kylan as his best man, so that meant I needed another woman. Enter Sterling looking lovely in her lavender dress. Thankfully the pleated skirt kept her big Bradley shaped cock away from anybody’s notice. Now, as I stand in the chapel and hear Richard Vagner’s Bridal Chorus come from the pipe organ, I pull my veil over my face, hold my bouquet close, and start marching up the aisle between all our wedding guests.

I could feel my hips swaying seductively with each mincing step I took down the aisle. I knew that I’d be ultra feminine when I said I’d be a traditional bride, but while they were wearing corsets and ballet heels before they even exited the shelter, in these modern times they took looking ultra feminine to the next level. I started taking the pills two nights ago and my breasts have expanded to massive proportions. I thought my normal C cup breasts were large, but I now at least temporarily own a pair of G cup breasts. They stand up big, perky, and in your face, especially when combined with the built in push up bra in the corset. Add in my ass and hips growing similar amounts to my breasts, and squeeze my waist down with this Sterling tightened and steel reinforced corset, I truly have an hourglass figure. Even if I could walk better in these heels, my legs were bound together under my bridal skirt making it so that I could only step forward an inch or two at a time.

Celebrating ultra femininity was one thing, but Mishigami never really had virgins getting married. The problems with few females being born has gone on for hundreds of years and so women have sex earlier in life, rarely getting to 18 without it. And there hasn’t been a recorded virgin bride for over 150 years. But tradition says the ultra-feminine bride is a virgin and wears white. The tradition that helps cross that difference is the bride-to-be forgoing sex for four days. The modern version of that tradition is the chastity cage I’ve been wearing for four days.

Going without sex for four days is surprisingly difficult, so when I heard about the chastity belt I actually thought it was a good idea. But when I was fitted at the bridal store, I found out that it included a vibrating dildo stuffed into my pussy and a vibrating butt plug similar in size to my learning aide. The belt connected and powered those devices and was locked around the bride-to-be’s waist with the best man holding the key. Which means I needed Kylan nearby just to use the bathroom.

So where going without sex for four days would be difficult and a chastity belt sounded helpful, it actually meant I was in a teasing **** device that left me panting and horny all the time. And then there were the lips.

The lipstick is something they started about a decade ago. Evidently women who liked oral sex would wear their bridal chastity belt and just have oral sex with men. I could appreciate that as blowing Bradley took the edge off my arousal. This lipstick wouldn’t prevent oral sex, but it would indicate that the woman hadn’t been chaste orally. On her wedding day, the bride-to-be would have her plump lips smiling in a very specific shade of red with a very specific level of glossiness. To get that effect, the lipstick had to be applied twice a day, for four days. Each application would get more red and more glossy and would also stiffen up. Any contact with cum would make the gloss shatter. Even if you shattered it in the first twelve hours, you wouldn’t gain the correct color and gloss by the wedding ceremony.

I started my lip gloss application four days ago. Each day my lips grew more plump, more red, more glossy, and more stiff. Last night’s coat made it so that I could no longer open my mouth at all, and this morning’s application made it so that I had to maintain this smile as I could no longer move my lips at all. The lipstick has become so traditional that its removal is now part of the ceremony.

After we’ve said our “I Do”s, Bradly verbally and me through nodding, we’ll seal our wedding with a kiss. But this kiss will involve me kneeling in front of my new husband, pulling down his pants, and pressing his cock to my lips. That will crack the gloss and allow me to perform my first sexual act in four days.

And let me tell you, after four days of barely using my lips, four days of going mad through vaginal and anal vibrating toys, two days of having my breasts, hips, and ass grow to pornographic proportions, and now a day with a smile painted on my face, I am going to blow Bradley in front of all our guests like he’s never been blown before!