Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 3

Kirsten helped lower the skirt of my gown again and smooth it over the underskirts before standing beside me, taking my hand. I wanted to drape my train over my arm but that was not permitted because Miss Anne wanted the camera to see the full extent of such a train as I walked to the limo. I squeezed Kirsten's hand to let her know I was ready. With my left hand linking her and my right hand holding up my gown to avoid tripping, we took three steps in the corridor and then out into the night. We stopped, the heat of the day still holding in the night air but the chill of the cold concrete path penetrating my stocking clad feet. I didn't look at any of the cars in the car park, nor did I look up at the windows of the hotel, I just stood there and hoped nobody would see us, absorbing the wonderful moment. I did look to my left, to my brave niece, so naked beside me, so gorgeous and so sexy. Any normal bride on her wedding night would be in bed with her new husband. Kirsten of course is not normal - she is a teenage porn star and always looking for excitement and a bigger thrill.

With her help I was also gaining a huge thrill, an amazing thrill and despite the anxiety of the situation my clit was throbbing like fuck twenty layers under. Kirsten gave me a smile, a contented smile, and I gave her hand another squeeze. The cameras remained in the safety of the corridor, I linked my arm into her hers and we took our first few steps together in public as kinky brides, my gown shimmering in the subdued lighting of the car park, the corset tight around my torso, the vastness of the massive petticoat filled skirt pressed against Kirsten on my left, half surrounding her nudity, creating the same stimulations in her female body as it did in my own when the roles were reversed, an escaped layer of my veil brushing her right breast sending sexy shivers throughout her body. On my right side my gown was now free from the restrictions of the room and the corridor walls, the massive skirt that had been so admired earlier as Kirsten stepped from the wedding car at the church now rustling and rolling on my transvestite hips with each step, creating a diversion of my thoughts from the apprehension of being in such a situation to one of absolute bliss, blanking from my mind the thoughts that someone might be watching us from a darkened hotel window.