The wedding recption

Aly took Al by the waist and led him into the middle of the room. Several of the clothes began to act as musicians, silently playing instruments the two couldn’t hear. The pair began to dance togther. Every time the band stopped, the pair kissed again.

Eventually, Aly took Al by the arm and led him back to the front of the room.

“Everyone,” Aly said “my bride and I would like to thank you for being here on our special day.”

She reached for something that wasn’t there, feeling her hand holding a glass. Al did the same.

“To my beautiful bride Clair.” She said. She held up her invisible glass in toast, and did the other clothes in the room. The pair then drank from their glasses, feeling fluid that wasn’t there going down their throats.

The various outfits retired to their racks in the wardrobe while Aly led Al to another part of the house.

“It is time to consummate our marriage.” She said.

They enter a door that creaked open. To an empty room. Al gathered up his skirts and sat down on a bed that wasn’t there. Aly under her uniform trousers. The clothes **** the two to have sex. Each could feel things they should not have been able to. Al could feel as if he were a woman and Aly could feel as if she was a man. Al felt as if he had a pussy, with a rock hard cock fucking him. Aly kissed him again.

Al looked out the window. The storm was dying down. Soon, the moon light broke through.

The pressure of the clothes vanished.

Al felt himself fall backward into the floor, with Aly landing on top of him.

“Owww…” the two groaned.

“What the fuck was that?” Aly asked “what happened.”

“I think mum’s aunt possessed me!” Al said

“I did no such thing…” a voice said