Reluctantly

"Cancel!" Nina screeched with the kind of shocked outrage you'd expect from someone being offered an acid enema "No, no way. I did not spend the last year of my life planning the perfect wedding to cancel at the last minute."

"Be reasonable honey" you try to reason with your body swapped bridezilla "we don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I don't want to delay any more than you do but you can't seriously want to go ahead with it now?"

Nina's eyes flash and she sticks out her chin in that stubborn way that tells you she's made up her mind. It's a look you've seen many times before. Odd as it might be seeing it on you own face you know from experience that you'll have to tread carefully to avoid her digging her heels in even more.

"Okay, but think about it. What will people say if we tell them about this?" You say hoping she'll see sense "As soon as people find out about us lives are going to turn into a freak show!"

"Well…" she says uncertainly and for a moment you hope she'll come around "No, forget it. We are getting married, today. That's all there is to it."

"But our friends, our families," you protest weakly knowing the argument is already lost "What will they think when they find out. Your dad already thinks I'm a wuss what's he going say when he finds out I'm stuck wearing your panties?"

"Don't be silly" she brushes off your objection "Daddy likes you fine but if you are really worried about what everyone will think then we'll just have to make sure they don't find out. I'm sure we can pretend to be each other for a few hours. After the party's over we can figure things out, switch back with no one any the wiser."

"Ahem!" Stacey interjects.

"With on one but Stacey any the wiser." Nadia corrects herself "and if a bride can't trust her bridesmaid who can she trust?"

"But what about our voices?" you try to make her see reason one final time "As soon as we open our mouths the whole game will be up."

Nadia shrugs her broad shoulders

"I don't know" she says "I think my impression of you is pretty good."

She clears her throat and strikes what is presumably intended to be a manly pose, feet apart and hands on hips.

"Hello my name is James" she announces forcing her voice into a deeper register "I love Nadia very much and she loves me even though I'm a huge dufus. It must be my massive cock that keeps her coming back for more…"

You gasp in shock as Nadia's voice abruptly changes half way through. What had started as an unconvincing parody of you ends as a pitch perfect copy of your voice.

"Nadia!" Stacey gasps in amazement "that's incredible. You sound exactly like him."

"Oh wow I do don't I," she says in your firm baritone before switching back to her own voice. "That's a pretty neat trick, why don't you give it a try James?"

"Um, okay. Hi I'm Nadia," you clear your throat and start speaking in a squeaky falsetto only for it shift into Nadia's soft soprano after a few word "I love to ask James to do crazy stuff like pretend to be me on our wedding day. I sure will make it worth his while if he agrees to play along…"

Nadia gives you a long level look, weighing, considering. You feel yourself shifting uncomfortably under the intensity of her gaze and for a moment you worry she's going to take your half joking proposition the wrong way before she surprises you by bursting out laughing.

"Okay it's a deal," she giggles "if we get through today without giving ourselves away I'll do whatever perverted porn movie fantasy is brewing in that deliciously filthy mind of yours. A good marriage is all about compromise after all."

That raises two sets of eyebrows.Both you and Stacey are well aware that Nadia isn't exactly the lay back and think of England type when it comes to sex. So the thought of doing some of the fairly short list of things she's previously ruled out of bounds sets your pulse racing.

"Okay, I guess" you agree reluctantly hoping you are making the right decision.