Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)
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				Title: <strong>Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:10:41</strong>
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				Tom Richards caught sight of his reflection in the glass door of the bar. Short brown hair, stocky build, decent enough suit, no tie. No-one would really give him a second glance. <br><br>Not that he minded tonight - he was here in strictly friend capacity, looking out for and buying a few drinks for a recently dumped buddy.<br><br>Of course, he thought what the guy really needed was a rebound girl, but Tom was fresh out of those. He'd be glad to help as a spotter or wingman, though it might be too soon.<br><br>With that thought, he headed inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 12:36:45</strong>
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				Chris Jones was sitting in one of the booths of the bar, waiting for his mate, Tom. It was true that he got ditched by his girlfriend, almost his fiancé...if he had proposed, would it have gone differently? Too many of those questions were bugging him. At least he had Tom to lean on...God old Tom, were he an attractive young woman, Chris would need no time to ask her to marry him. And that's why he had already ordered Tom a shot of vodka and dropped a small pill in it, that quickly had dissolved.<br><br>Seeing his friend, he smiled, revealing his commercial white teeth, and his blue eyes sparkling behind his designer glasses. Today, he wore a suit without tie, like Tom, but with Tom you could just see that his suit was of superior quality. His hair was styled in a playful but smart style, with a few plucks of hair standing out, and if he'd stand up, he'd reveal his 6'3" height. All in all, he was quite the charming man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 03:27:18</strong>
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				Tom made it through the bar to the booth, and put his arms out to give Chris a hug, or at least a pat on the back.<br><br>"Hey slugger... hey now, I thought we agreed I was buying? What's this about then, eh?" he asked with a disapproving look to the shot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 12:21:01</strong>
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				"I was already drinking, and I thought I could buy you an shot first." he said, looking at him. He was still smiling a bit, but it disappeared slightly, seeing the reaction of his friend. "Come on, bottom's up!" he said, as he took his own drink, and downed it with a large sigh afterwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 00:11:38</strong>
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				"A'right, but everything after this is on me, got it?" Tom smiled and lifted the shot, downing it in one. He winced slightly at the taste. "God, too much sugar in there or something. No more of those!" He ran his tongue around his mouth to shift the taste, absorbing the drink entirely. "What next? Your call, my treat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 00:48:18</strong>
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				"Don't like it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, acting like he was surprised. "Tasted fine to me..let's go with something else, if it doesn't suit your taste." He smiled at him. "So, how was work?" he asked, trying to change the subject. He wanted to focus on Tom for the evening, since this would be their last stag night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 01:46:47</strong>
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				"Ucch, talk about bitter aftertastes, work was hellish. Blake has us running around trying to get this building deal closed - I know it's important but I'm pretty sure we could have sorted it out like sane people by now."<br><br>Tom shook his head, then turned to wave over a waitress. "Glayvas, rocks, two. Thanks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 01:53:50</strong>
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				"Shame I'm not in the building anymore, though." he said, looking at him. "Never really liked Blake. I've always said they shouldn't have chosen him, but Jameson instead. She's a woman, but she is better than most men." He smiled at the waitress,, who gave him a tantalising smile back. "Maybe I should just ask for my old job back. I'll get demoted, but at least things'll run smoothly again.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:05:21</strong>
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				"I wouldn't mind having somebody useful around, obviously. But I think you being rich an' powerful is better all round." Tom chuckled. "I wouldn't mind having enough for a proper house out of town, let alone a place like yours."<br><br>He managed to stop himself saying it would be enough for a family. That might have been the idea when Chris moved, but of course Kerry screwed that up by leaving.<br><br>"And a nice set of wheels too," he added, forcing a smirk.<br><br>There was a warm spicy tingle from the aftertaste of that shot. It wasn't as bad as that sweet-n-lo tang, but still something he wanted to wash away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:14:09</strong>
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				He looked down, thinking about Kerry. He sighed, chuckling half-heartedly at his joke about cars. They both knew that Chris could have much better than the car he was driving now, an old original Mini. He knew it, but he didn't want to. He liked his car, he had good memories of it. He saw the waitress approaching again, with their drinks this time, as he said to his friend: "You don't suppose she's up for a bit of a good time? With you, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:18:13</strong>
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				"We don't gotta go hitting on the waitresses, they have a bad enough time every night." Tom smirked as he took the drinks and put down a ten, nodding his thanks to the waitress. <br><br>"Besides, there are actual female customers around here for that purpose," he added looking around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:23:50</strong>
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				He sighed. "You know...I'm not in the mood." he said, looking at him, as he took his glass, and poured the content into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. It was actually quite a lot, so it actually hurt him. but being the man he was, he didn't let it show.<br><br>"..I don't know about you, but I'm not going to be sitting around here, doing nothing and getting wasted on Glayva.." he said, looking his friend straight in the eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:36:22</strong>
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				Tom raised his eyebrows, then took a sip, not even trying to down this in one. "Well then, what do you wanna do? My shout."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:44:36</strong>
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				"..Let's just go in for the night.." he said. "I just want to have some peace and quiet." He looked at him, wondering how quickly the drugs would take effect. He was told not to expect miracles, but the pills themselves were magic already. In just two days, the final result would be visible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 02:54:36</strong>
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				"Sure? Whatever you say goes, of course. I was thinking more boozy and loud, though." Tom gave Chris a sympathetic smile, then took another drink from his glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:03:18</strong>
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				He sighed. "Yeah, well, I'm not in the mood." he said, getting up, and leaving five more dollars as a tip. Walking towards the door, he said: "How about you come over, and we can watch a war film or something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:05:30</strong>
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				Tom stood after Chris did. He drank up, making a face as he hurried the drink faster than it should be drunk. <br><br>"Sure thing, you are the boss."<br><br>The night was not going how he pictured. This wouldn't help Chris feel better, surely... but he followed all the same, suddenly feeling a little unsteady. Too much booze in five minutes can't have helped...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:16:41</strong>
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				Getting into his car, he opened the door for him, while starting the engine. "So, what are we going to watch?" he asked. "Saving private ryan? I love that movie.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:20:32</strong>
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				"Not exactly a laugh riot," Tom pointed out as he lowered himself into the seat, his muscles feeling oddly stiff. "Apart from that bit with Ted Danson and Nathan Fillion, that was kinda funny." He grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:33:18</strong>
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				"True, it's not the funniest of movies, but I feel like watching it." he said, as he drove off. His apartment was a penthouse on one of the newer skyscrapers of the city, as he drove towards the skyline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:38:24</strong>
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				"Okay then." Tom had no wish to argue with Chris, not tonight. <br><br>He looked up at the gleaming residential block. At least they knew Kerry wasn't just after him for his money, he thought.<br><br>"You got something to eat?" he added as he felt his stomach gurgle. He ate on the way, but his gut felt like it was pulling in on itself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 11:03:37</strong>
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				He nodded. "I think I have something for you. It's not the best, but I think I still have some cup noodles if your interested." he said. Eating sped up the process, that's what he'd heard, so he wouldn't mind it if Tom would eat a little.<br><br>Parking the car in the underground parking area, they took the elevator to the top floor. He heard Tom's stomach, as he said: "Easy now, we're going to get you some food soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 02:53:35</strong>
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				"Really living the penthouse lifestyle there," Tom laugh-groaned at the offer of Cup Noodles. "We could order in. I could - ughh, feels like my stomach's trying to strangel itself..."<br><br>He could feel a dull ache in his muscles as well as he got out of the car, like he'd been exercising just a bit too long, like they were all settling after pushing and pulling too much. It seemed to be getting stronger, as well...<br><br>He leaned against the back wall of the elevator, grimacing at his fatigue and discomfort. "Actually, maybe I should lie down... knowing my luck I just got swine flu."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 12:25:34</strong>
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				He looked at him, wondering what was going on with his friend. At least, that's what it looked like. "You okay?" he asked, as he held out a hand to support him.<br><br>The elevator door opened, as he walked with him towards the only door there, his front door. "I'll help you." he said, looking at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:35:23</strong>
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				"Yeah, just... nnngh." He winced as he leaned forwards to walk out of the elevator. His chest felt heavy, his legs felt shaky and every muscle seemed to be pulling in its own direction.<br><br>"You didn't spike that drink, did ya?" he asked with a pained smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:40:28</strong>
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				He looked at him, and quickly smiled wryly. "Yes, of course I did. What kind of friend would I be if I did such a thing?" he said, looking at him. Already he saw that his hair was growing, and at the root it became a beautiful red shade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:45:13</strong>
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				"Attaboy," Tom groaned as he walked in and flopped on the couch. <br><br>"Food good. Also possibly water."<br><br>He scratched at his scalp, feeling it itch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:01:40</strong>
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				He nodded. "Aye, aye." he said, walking towards the kitchen. It felt cruel, doing this to his best mate, but hopefully they'd be more than friends after these two days. He brought him some water, as he said: "I'm going to make you some soup, that okay?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:17:04</strong>
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				Tom drank quickly, gulping down the water. He felt like his insides were churning. He felt hot, feverish, even as he had goosepimples. His body hair stood on end... and where he sat, unnoticed, it started to fall away. The backs of his legs were already smooth and hairless.<br><br>"I don't feel that sick," he insisted at the suggestion of soup... although he really did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:05:54</strong>
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				"Nonsense." he said, as he walked back again. "I know you, Tom, and I know you're not faking this." he said. "You need some food, and quickly, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:20:19</strong>
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				"Okay, okay," he moaned, pressing his stomach as if it were about to rip open... it felt more like it was pulling inwards though.<br><br>"Haven't felt this bad since I got that vomiting bug... lost almost a stone, though, it was great." He managed a moaning sort of laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 14:09:51</strong>
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				He quickly got back with a bowl of steaming hot soup. "I had some leftovers, it's my mom's secret recipe for chicken soup." he said. "Here you go.." He looked at his friend, who's skin seemed to become flawless. There wasn't anything on it that would make it look any less perfect. "Your skin...it's like it's glowing.." he said, shocked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:22:36</strong>
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				Tom looked over as Chris returned, looking at the bowl of soup. "Wha-huh?" he replied, squinting at his hand. He felt bad enough that Chris could have been talking literally.<br><br>"Is... nn... isn't that what you say when somebody's pregnant?" he groaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:36:08</strong>
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				He looked at him. "Sorry mate, but it is." he said. "Look at your skin! Your scar! On your wrist! It's gone!" he said. The small scar was from an initiation rite back in college, where the two of them had to cut into their wrist, and drop a few drops of blood onto a piece of parchment to sign a contract of blood-brotherhood. Tom's scar had vanished, and was replaced with perfect skin that seemed to really glow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 01:05:57</strong>
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				"Oh... oh God... what's happening to me?" Tom asked, scared now, desperate. "Get a doctor?!" His voice rose in pitch, a little shrill, almost cracking. Almost girlish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 11:15:32</strong>
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				"Yeah.." he said, looking at his friend. He wondered if he should really call a doctor, maybe someone with medical experience would know instantly. He ran towards the kitchen, as he acted like he was dialling his doctor's office. "They're not picking up the phone!" he said, as if he was really getting worried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:50:16</strong>
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				Tom pushed himself out of the seat, feeling queasy and dizzy as he did. He clutched his stomach, which seemed to be in knots, and shook his head, trying to clear it. <br><br>His calf muscles ached, like the start of a cramp, and he flopped back onto the sofa with a whimpering moan, shivering, sweating heavily, itching all over as his body hair slid out and down his sensitive skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 12:06:53</strong>
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				"You okay?" he asked, trying to help him back onto the sofa. "Don't go falling down, you'll hurt yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:48:06</strong>
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				Tom sat back, nearly doubled over as his gut tightened. He could feel a pain in his chest as well, almost like his skin was stretching, being pulled.<br><br>"Oh God... stop it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 23:01:22</strong>
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				Jake nodded. "Sure, I'll try." he said, as he ran into the kitchen. <br><br>The pain, however, seemed to increase in intensity, before vanishing. The sudden disappearance of it was almost painful, but after that, he felt fine. His hormonal structure had been completely rewritten, and now his body was used to the massive amounts of hormones rushing through his system, which would help the change from male to female quite nicely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 01:24:21</strong>
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				Tom curled over, breathing heavily, his head spinning. "It's... unnhh... not so bad now..."<br><br>He pressed at his stomach, still rumbling. Still feeling like it had pulled inwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 00:21:36</strong>
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				He got back, saying: "..It's gone? You're sure?" He was worried, what would happen to his friend? What had he done to to him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 02:06:49</strong>
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				"I'd know if I was... still in pain," he replied with a faint, soft moan. "I could eat something... I think. Maybe. Something solid... not too spicy, everything tastes kinda weird, intense."<br><br>"So if you've got, like, a pizza in the freezer..." He looked up, his eyes tired... and large... and a different colour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 00:55:14</strong>
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				He looked at him, seeing his eyes having changed colour. They looked prettier, too. He shook his head, as he said: "..Pizza...dunno, I'll check.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:54:25</strong>
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				"Thanks," Tom mumbled, his voice sounding weak, as he curled up, blinking sleepily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 16:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hurried back into the kitchen. "You'd better get some rest." he called to him. He himself got on with searching for a pizza, or otherwise ordering a few.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Various ingredients to make assorted dishes, but no pizza. Nothing similarly plain and slobby in the freezer, either. So ordering would have to do...<br><br>Tom lay down on the couch, trying to get comfortable, feeling his muscles stretch and pull slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 12:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed, as he took the phone again. "...Hello? Dominoe's?" he asked. "I'd like to order two pizza's. One normal, one big, the normal a Hawaii, the other a Texas Salami. Yes, that's all." he said. "The address.." He gave it through the phone. "I'll tip if it's here quickly. Yeah, thank you. Good bye."<br><br>Walking back, he sat next to him on a chair. "What happened, man?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 23:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom opened his new eyes slightly. "I don't know, it just felt... it was like I had all of the flu in ten minutes. Nnnh... I suppose it's better than having it for a week. But I still feel... like everything's kind of light, light-headed..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 11:59:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at him, saying: "Yeah, but the flu doesn't change your hair colour, or makes it grow longer." He act quite confused, but how that happen to his friend was something he did know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?!" Tom blinked at him, shaking his head, and put a thin hand up to feel his hair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 15:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I mean, look at it!" he said, holding a strand of warm red hair in front of his eyes. "That's your hair, mate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no... Oh God... what the f... what's happening to me?" Tom started to breathe quickly and heavily, panicking, close to hyperventilating. "G-get me to a hospital!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look, Tom, I can't." he said, looking at him. "I'm sorry, but I lied to you." He couldn't hold it to himself any more, as he sat down: "I did do something in your drink."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 00:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whuh..." Tom swallowed hard. "<em>What?!</em>" he almost shrieked, his voice cracking. He stared at Chris in shock. "What have you done to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 13:06:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Simple." he said, looking at him. "I got bummed because of her. I didn't want to just slum it without a girlfriend, I really wanted someone who I could count on. And the only one I could count on like that, is you. But you're a guy, and I'm not into guys, so...I did the next best thing." He looked at him. "I know, it's stupid, but I wasn't thinking straight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 15:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You... you what? You're... making me your... girlfriend?!" Tom stared at him, in horror and revulsion. "Stop it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 15:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not girlfriend." he said, looking at him. "Wife." He looked at him, saying: "I can't stop it. The drugs only work one way, and once in a lifetime. Another dose of the reversing drug would kill you." He looked at her. "And I don't want to kill you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wife?" Tom echoed, breathless, shocked as he listened. <br><br>"But you... you <em>have</em> killed me. You didn't ask! There's no cure! Get - get away from me!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shut it." he said, looking at him. "In time, you'll like it...besides, you loved wearing your sister's panties when we were both teenagers, now didn't you?" He looked at him, knowing that he had promised to never bring that up again, but there. He said it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom started to protest, then blushed and lowered his gaze at the reminder. "I did."<br><br>Then he glowered again. "But, but that doesn't mean I wanted to be her. This is... just... wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 11:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know." he said, looking at him. "But look at the bright side. After this is complete, you'll be able to live your fantasies, and I'll have a wife."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom blushed more brightly, looking away, ashamed of such fantasies... ashamed of how tempting Chris made it sound.<br><br>"You... you still should have asked me," he murmured after a moment's silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 14:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at him. "Yes, yes I should." he said. "But I would have done it nonetheless." He looked at him. "You're lucky. Kerry's old stuff is still here, and I doubt she'll be wanting it back. You can practice, if you want. With wearing her stuff, that is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 05:52:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom's eyes rose to meet Chris's at the suggestion, and he shivered slightly, catching his breath. <br><br>"Alright," he conceded. "It's... not as if I have much choice."<br><br>He tried to stand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 16:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had trouble standing up, or at least maintaining his balance, as his feet seemed to become smaller and more slender. Jake helped him, as he said: "Careful now, we don't want you to crash down..." He helped her to the old room of Kerry, where her stuff was still situated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom wobbled, feeling his hips swing and his chest pull down... his growing breasts shift inside his too-tight shirt.<br><br>"Okay, I can... I can do this."<br><br>He looked around the room for something to wear. "Any suggestions?" he asked quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 18:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He helped her to the room, as he said: "No suggestions. Go wild." He retreated out of the room, leaving him in the nicely decorated room. A large closet gently creaked open, as if it was Chris' intention. Inside, Tom could see the most beautiful of dresses, and the sexiest of clothes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," Tom whispered as he was left alone.<br><br>He took a swaying step towards the closet, reaching for the first dress to catch his eye. <br><br>Long buried desires surfaced as he gazed at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake merely smiled, as he had walked out.<br><br>The dress was a very small one, and despite it not being the most daring, it was quite alluring. It was white, and with the hemline being decorated with an embroidered black dragon, plus the keyhole with black lining, the dress had a bit of an oriental flavour to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect," Tom whispered. He hung up the hanger and began to quickly undress.<br><br>First his socks, revealing small delicate toes. Then his trousers slid easily off smooth, shapely legs. Undoing his shirt freed his growing breasts, and he couldn't resist stroking them, shivering at the touch of his slender fingers on sensitive skin. <br><br>Finally, he slipped off his boxers and stood naked in front of the dressing mirror.<br><br>He watched, fascinated, as the thin remains of his slightly erect penis slid inside him, leaving... no trace.<br><br>The girl who had once been Tom gazed at herself and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 14:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed the effect of the drug was rapidly becoming obvious, as curves started to appear around her waist, her hips becoming more feminine, and her hair growing out longer, with nice, elegant curls.<br><br>The outfit wouldn't be complete without stockings and shoes, and of course make-up, as something in her tried to push her towards finding those things. It seemed to be perfectly normal for her to know where to find it, and how to do her hair and put on make-up; all those thoughts now filled her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 00:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She found what she craved in an underwear drawer. White silk lingerie, sure to fit her perfectly.<br><br>Stepping into the panties, she smiled as she drew them up her smooth legs. "I always wanted this," she confessed to herself as she slipped on the matching bra, then fastened on the garter belt. <br><br>She paused there, looked, and found a pearly pink nail polish. She sat to paint her nails, fingers and toes, and waited the minute the polish took to dry, admiring her reflection in skimpy silk and lace. <br><br>Opening a packet of stockings, she carefully rolled on a white pair, fastening them with her long-nailed fingers.<br><br>"I look like I could be his bride right now," she whispered to herself, and smiled as she unfastened the dress, ready to slip it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 12:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dress wasn't completely fitting her, as it had been Kerry's, who had been bigger, and so, the stockings were also a bit too long and wide. It didn't matter at the moment, though, as the clothes merely needed to give her the impression of femininity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:57:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll need my own clothes," she mused softly... thrilled by the idea.<br><br>"My own dresses... my own gown..."<br><br>She fastened on the white satin cheongsam. It didn't fit quite perfectly... she would need to have one made for her specially... but it was flattering and comfortable.<br><br>She slipped on a pair of black high heels, fastened the ankle straps, then admired her legs, all but the lace bands of her sheer white stockings visible under her short skirt.<br><br>"Now... a little makeup and perfume..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 02:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kerry's make-up seemed to be a cache of unused items. Everything was there, every shade of lipstick, lipgloss, foundation, rouge, mascara, eyeshadow... Everything was there for her to use.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 06:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled happily, and excitedly began to make herself up for an evening out. Dark smoky eyes, strong crimson lips. She gazed at her reflection in the makeup mirror, smiling as she liked what she saw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 14:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unknown to her, inside of her there were massive changes going on, preparing this new woman for her menstruation cycle, for ovulation, and, if that would happen, childbirth. These changes would take the two days that the drug needed, seeing as chemical reprogramming took the most time. Right now, the girl that used to be Tom was a full female, appearance-wise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 19:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lightly spritzed on a little perfume, the way Tom had seen women do it dozens of times, toyed and teased her long red hair until it framed her face and a lock half-hid one green eye, and finally stood up, smoothing down the skirt of her dress as she walked back to the full-length mirror to gaze at her new self.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 20:01:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then the doorbell rang, and soon afterwards, Chris' voice sounded. "I'll get it." he called, as she soon heard a door, and a little while afterwards, Chris called again. "Pizza's here!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just a minute," she replied. <em>Keep the boys waiting, just like a woman should...</em><br><br>Taking one last look in the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stepped out to let him see her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 12:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris was already having a slice of pizza, as she walked in. Completely unrelated and just for comedic effect, a slice of salami dropped down his pizza as he stared at her. "..Wow.." he said softly, looking at her, then at the dress. He noticed she was smaller than Kerry, as he said: "...You look gorgeous...but you need new clothes.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She twirled for him, smiling, as she saw his reaction. "Yes, I will need new clothes... I guess you like petite girls." She stepped over to him, looking up into his eyes. <br><br>"And since you turned me into a girl, you should buy me clothes." She winked and smirked. "Lots of clothes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 12:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Hmm.." he said softly, looking at her. "Well, you really do look very cute. Are you still Tom, or is he gone?" He wondered about that. Did he lose his friend in exchange for this girl?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 04:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I still know what Tom knew... but I'm not mad at you like I guess he would be... and... I don't think he liked boys." She blushes softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 10:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed now, too. "...So..I guess you do like boys?" he asked softly, looking at her. He smiled at her, before saying: "Eat something, you must have an appetite from all that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded slowly, smiling, biting her soft red lip ever so slightly as she gazed at him. "I like boys..."<br><br>She nodded again as he changed the subject, not really listening. Looking at his mouth as he talked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 17:38:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, blushing deeply as she said that, but didn't think much more of it. "..Your pizza's getting warm." he then said, as he held a slice in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 01:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked at it being pushed between them, looking down at it. She took it carefully, picking up a saucer to put it on. Even though the dress didn't quite fit, she didn't want to make a mess of it.<br><br>"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes returning to his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 13:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "You're welcome." he said, looking at her. "..We could go shopping tomorrow.." he said softly, looking at her dress again. "..But I wonder what you should wear when we go to the mall to do that.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever you want me to." She smiled coyly.<br><br>Her lips parted as she took in a bite of pizza. "Mmm... that's good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, saying: "We could also order clothes from here." It was just a thought, as he didn't want this new girl to get embarrassed in public.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 16:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, looking at him through slightly hooded eyes, as he blushed.<br><br>"Don't worry, I can find something where the fit doesn't matter. And I want you to take me out... lavish money on me..." She smiled coyly. "I'm worth it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her, saying: "..You sure are." He started regretting his decision to change his best friend into a girl, seeing that she was a lot different than his old friend. Although, she was very cute...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 00:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How much did I actually cost?" she asked, licking a little tomato sauce off her thumb. "I'm not planning on buying another potion or anything, just wondering how much you've already spent on me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 20:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm not allowed to tell you." he said, smiling. "If I did, we'd both have to be killed." The smile concealed the fact that that was the truth, but he did say: "Let's just say that...I could have bought a big house, and fill it with Lamborghini's."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 00:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wow." She felt herself blush. "All that for me? I hope I'm worth it..." she added with a slightly bashful smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 12:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed. "...I just hope it's worth...losing my old friend for it." he said, looking up at her. "Listen, you might remember being Tom, but you're not him right now. We need to get you a new identity." He looked serious, as he wondered what kind of name she would want now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She furrowed her brow slightly as he sighed, as he expressed guilt for what he did. <br><br>She didn't have to think of a name, she already had one. <br><br>"I'm Michelle."<br><br>She smiled softly, hoping this didn't upset him further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 11:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He raised an eyebrow. "..Michelle?" he asked, looking at her. "..How did you come up with that?" He had never heard Tom talk about a Michelle in his family or any time, really. Or he had forgotten.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 12:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tom was never 'Thomas', so '-mas' became Miss. So I'm Michelle. Or Missy." She half smiled. "And Missy's only good before you get married." Then she looked up. "Do you like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 12:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, nodding. "Yeah, it's nice." he said, as he walked into his study, and came back with some forms. He wrote something down, as he said: "..How old do you want to be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 13:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raised her delicate eyebrows at this. "Huh. You really planned my murder out all the way, didn't you?" she said with a light laugh.<br><br>"I dunno, I look kind of young... let's say twenty-three, twenty-four, I've finished college. Oh, can I have a degree? In something useless and fluffy like art history." She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 13:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, well...yes." he said. "I knew you were going to 'die' after I gave you that drug...but I was worried for a moment that the girl you turned into would either be ugly, or die, as well. Luckily, I also prepared for the best possible outcome." he said, as he filled in date of birth.<br><br>"As for the degrees, I can make fakes, but wouldn't you rather get them yourself? I mean, you got the time, and maybe I can persuade my dealer to get me a drug that can make me younger.." he said, looking at her. "What do you say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 13:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced at the idea that this might not have worked, and might have killed her. "I'm hoping that wasn't <em>much</em> of a chance," she said with a frown.<br><br>She shook her head at the idea of him making himself younger. "No, I want you the way you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 13:33:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, the researchers said there wasn't any chance, but I know that when they say that, there's a reasonable chance for things to go wrong." he said. Smiling, he looked at her, saying: "Thanks, I appreciate the compliment. Moving on." he said, as he looked at the form. "..Maybe you should add the rest..it's all up to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 14:38:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked slightly as he changed the subject. "Alright... do we have to do this now, though?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 17:16:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, we'd better." he said, looking at her. "I mean, it's easier to do this now than, let's see, right before we get married."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 18:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I mean... there's so many other things we could be doing with my first hour as a girl." She smiled naughtily, then blinked. "Married. That still seems strange."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 11:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed deeply at that, as he stuffed away the forms. "..Yeah, I know...it sounds weird for me, too." he said, looking at her. "...Besides, you look so much younger than me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 18:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that okay?" she asked, concerned again. "I mean, it's what you wanted, right?" She gazed into his eyes, biting her full lip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..That's true, but only now do I realise what a difference that is." he said, looking at her. "..In any case, it's not your fault."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 19:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry... you're plenty cute enough to get away with it." She gave him a coy smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "Okay...so instead of filling out these forms for now...what do you want to do?" he asked, looking at her. He was thinking of some stuff, but he wasn't sure if she'd be ready for that, or in fact, if he was ready for that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle smiled softly, meeting his gaze. "I want... you to kiss me." She felt the start of a blush herself now as she said it, as her soft red lips parted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 22:56:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed deeper, knowing that he wanted this. She was so hot...but she was a guy inside. That's what he still thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please," she whispered, leaning closer, looking ito his eyes imploringly. "I want to know you want me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, saying: "..I'm sorry...I'm not ready for that, yet." He looked at her, wondering how bad she would feel for that. "It's not your fauit, honestly. I just can't adjust so quickly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 00:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, closing her mouth and biting her lip. Her head lowered slightly, though her eyes stayed on him.<br><br>"I don't want to push. I just... want you to want me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 00:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...And I will." he said softly. "..Just..not at this moment." He felt bad, but it was true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 01:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded slightly and leaned back, trying not to look too disappointed. "It's okay, I understand," she assured him.<br><br>Then she tilted her head to one side. "Would it help if I wore something else? Schoolgirl outfit, cheerleader uniform?" She grinned, making it clear she was at least partially joking, rather the way Tom used to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 17:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..You know it's not like that." he said, looking at her. "..But I'm sure we could do that once I'm used to the idea of you being a girl." He grinned, joking in part, as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 03:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, make it quick, okay?" she replied with a little pout. "You made me a girl, and I <em>like</em> it." She toyed with the hem of her dress. "And I want you to like it too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 13:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..I will, don't worry about it." he said, as he hugged her. That was somewhat what he was comfortable with now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 04:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned in, closing her eyes, as she pressed herself against him, resting her head over his heart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 11:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Okay, so he wasn't ready for that. Feeling her soft breasts pressed against his crotch, and then feeling her head on his chest was a bit too much, as he blushed deeply. In his crotch area, something started to become bigger, more pronounced. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 13:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd better... otherwise you'd better put me back, and I don't want that. I want this." She smiled softly and turned her head to look up at him. "I want this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 14:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..I..." he said, but he couldn't say it. He couldn't push her away, as he kissed her on this lips, tasting those sweet, soft lips for the first time. It was divine, really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 17:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes as her lips parted, thrilling as she yielded willingly to his kiss. A long denied dream was coming wonderfully true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 20:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing her deeper, he couldn't help but put his hands on her ass. It felt so wonderful, she had turned out perfectly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." She smiled in the kiss and snuggled in closer as she felt his hands caressing her soft little bottom. She gave a bit of a wiggle.<br><br>"I want this," she breathed across his lips as the kiss parted, opening her carefully made-up eyes slightly to gaze at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 23:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, holding her gently in front of him. "..Are you sure? This is all just caused by the enormous hormonal change in your body. You can't think straight.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 15:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned slightly. "Would you rather I was angry? Pissed off? Or would you rather I was happy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 15:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..I just want to know what you really feel." he said, looking at her. "Without all those hormones that cloud your judgement." He sighed, looking at her. "Sorry about this, I guess I'm just a worry-wart."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 15:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's okay. It's sweet, really." She smiled softly. "Though it is a bit late to be worrying now," she added with a thin smirk. "The damage is done... and I'm glad it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, hugging her, holding her close to him. "..Yeah, I know.." he said softly, looking at her. "I'm...glad you're happy." he said softly, looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, I'm happy, you're happy..." She placed a hand lightly on his chest, stroking slowly with her slim long-nailed index finger. Her moist lips parted again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her. "Yeah...we're both happy." he said softly. Kissing her on her forehead, he got up, and said: "I'm going to sleep. You can sleep in Kerry's bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 01:26:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouted at this. "Fine," she muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 13:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed, as he started to take his clothes off in his bedroom. He looked down, knowing that although his brain said that it was wrong, his member disagreed. Silently cursing, he put on his pyjamas and went to bed. Tomorrow they'd go shopping.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In Kerry's room... her room... the girl started to undress, sighing as she set down her high heels, slid out of her dress, unrolled her stockings, undid her bra and idly stroked her breasts, finally slipped on a nightgown...<br><br>Then she tiptoed over to Chris's room and opened the door to look in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris was already asleep, as he always fell asleep the moment his head touched his cushion. He was a quiet sleeper, and it took a lot to wake him up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned slightly. "You should have more on your mind," she whispered as she approached the bed, raised the covers and slipped in beside him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 17:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He muttered something, but kept on sleeping. His pyjamas consisted of a simple shirt and loose-fitting boxers, and as she was very close now, she could see he had a bit of stubble around his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:16:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid her arm over his chest, then down across his stomach so she could catch the waistband of his boxers and inspect their contents.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 11:05:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't that impressive, his limp cock was merely 4 inches long, but it looked quite think, as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 14:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't sleep," she whispered. "Neither should you." <br><br>She began to stroke his manhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 00:17:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moaning softly, he turned around, his cock leaving her grasp. He muttered something, and then pulled his pants back up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Playing hard to get? And I thought you turned <em>me</em> into the girl here..."<br><br>She watched to see if he was waking up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't waking up, or at least he didn't give the impression that he was going to wake soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frowning, she curled up against his back, resting a hand on his waist.<br><br>"Men," she muttered irritably. Then shook her head and smiled. Then sighed again, looking at the sleeping man she wanted so much...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 10:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He mumbled something, and feeling her against his back, he smiled a little, sleeping until the late morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 16:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a long moment, she slid out of the bed and stomped back to her room.<br><br>She could barely sleep at all, unable to relax as she now was. So she was awake when she heard him get up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 14:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waking up, Jake walked into the kitchen to fix himself a nice breakfast. "..Missy, breakfast!" he called, wondering how her night had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 16:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Coming!" she called back in a sing-song voice.<br><br>She emerged in a white lace-trimmed silk babydoll nightie, matching panties and fluffy white mules, her makeup already done.<br><br>"Well. I hope you had time to think last night..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 22:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed, and looked at her. She was really quite beautiful, and the urge to kiss her became very pronounced in his mind, but he just smiled, and said: "...You look great, and I did have a lot to think about."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And what conclusions did you reach...?" she asked, slinking over to him, toying with the thigh-length hem of her nightie as her heels clicked with every step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 16:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Truthfully, I'd rather not..make-out all too much." he said. "Not because I don't like it...it's because I don't want to go further than that, yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... Oh. Uh..." She paused and frowned. "Because of Kerry? I mean, obviously with you two living together... it's too soon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 10:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.." he said, looking at her. "That's not it..I wonder when she comes to pick up her stuff, but that's not the point. The point is...that I've never done that with her, or anyone before her.." He said it as if he was ashamed, but he wasn't sure if she would think the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 03:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... Oh."<br><br>The girl blinked, and leaned back, her weight shifting to her heels.<br><br>"Wow. Um. Do you... are you... do you want to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 23:07:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking down, he sighed. "..I don't know. I fear that it wouldn't feel right to do so before the wedding.." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 02:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... right." She bit her lip, her brow furrowing slightly. <br><br>"You... don't want to check and make sure everything's moved where it should be?" she asked with a rueful smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 16:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...I trust the man that gave that drug to me, just as much as I trust you, Tom." he said, before biting his lip. "..I mean, Missy." He felt weird, still not sure if it really was his friend in that body. "I made sure that you're going to get some...female advice today, when we go shopping. You know Pauline? My previous secretary? She's willing to help you out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:49:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And how much is that?" she smirked. "Not enough to tell me you were going to do this... If I wasn't enjoying it yo can see how I might get a bit resentful."<br><br>She nodded slightly at the mention of Pauline. "I remember she was cute... is that what you want me to be? Cute? Demure...?" She smiled wickedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 11:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down, feeling bad. It was true, he hadn't been thinking straight that night. "..If I could turn it back around, I would." he said softly. "And Pauline isn't what I'm looking for in a woman. She's just going to help you get adjusted to mannerisms and stuff.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reached over and took his hand with one of hers, her other moving to brush his cheek. "Hey... don't. You were right about me. I did want this." She lowered her head slightly, trying to catch his eye, smiling. "I do want this. I always was a girl. You set me free."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked away, saying: "That's ridiculous.." He looked at her, trying not to be distracted by the beautiful eyes. "..You've never wanted to be a girl before. You have only once dressed up as a girl, and that was when we were kids!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 16:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It wasn't only once." She smirked. "Come on, you must've known that, you wouldn't have done this if you didn't think I'd be happy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 17:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, shaking his head. "I didn't know. When I transformed you, I did it because I am a selfish bastard.." he said softly, looking at her. "..Can you try and find something that fits you, so we can go shopping next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly. It'll have to be something... ladylike, though." She smiled slightly. "And... thanks for being honest. And I'm being honest too. I don't want you feeling guilty every time you look at me. I <em>like</em> this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 22:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a reassuring smiled. "Thanks, in that case." he said, looking at her. "And ladylike. Not slutty." Knowing Kerry's wardrobe, that was going to be tricky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeezed his hand before turning to go, still smiling.<br><br>Her smile slipped once she was back at the wardrobe. "He lived with <em>this</em> girl and he saved it for marriage?"<br><br>Shaking her head, she looked around for something she could wear out. Just a skirt and blouse, that would do. Preferably something meant to be loose, like an A-line skirt...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 10:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris, meanwhile, dressed into a pair of jeans, a simple white t-shirt and a blue dress shirt. Putting some hairgel in his hair, he looked at himself, and smiled. He looked...fashionable. Walking out, he'd wait for Michelle to appear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 14:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few minutes later, Michelle emerged. She had selected a crisp white blouse and a black knee-length A-line skirt, fixed her makeup and slipped on some black kitten-heeled sandals. She posed and twirled for him, daintily holding a small black handbag.<br><br>"How do I look?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 15:07:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look great." he said, and for the first time, he actually had romantic thoughts for her, thoughts that didn't just involve the two of them being friends... "Let's go, we're going to pick up Pauline first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 16:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," she nodded, smiling casually.<br><br>She could feel his gaze linger on her just that little bit longer.<br><br>"So, what does Pauline know about me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 00:09:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She doesn't know much.." he said. "I told her your home was flooded during one of those flash floods in Florida. So that's why we have to get you a completely new wardrobe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right. Umm... What do people from Florida sound like? Because I don't have an accent. For there. Or... did I just live there for a while maybe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 23:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You might've recently moved there, just before the flood hit, so that's why you still have the New York accent." he said, looking at her. "And I met you...here, before you moved away."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you've been kind enough to help out." She smiled slightly. "What a sweetheart." She flashed a grin as she took his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 13:17:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Hey, now. That's what I do." he said, smiling at her, knowing that she was only playing with him. Walking to the door, he said: "..Anything else we need to brainstorm about you? Your last name?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it can't be a boy's name like Richards." Michelle half smile. "Robbins. I'm Michelle Robbins. Middle name... Louise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Michelle Louise Robbins...Nice.." he said. "It's a beautiful day-.. Name, I mean. Name..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 02:34:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled. "It <em>is</em> a beautiful day too. After a bit of shopping you can take me out to lunch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 10:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, blushing a little. "Yeah, that's cool...That's a good idea." he said, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:22:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took his hand, her own little fingers slipping in to hold it, so she stayed close and walked with him. "Let's."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 20:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked outside with her, and stepped into the elevator as it arrived. He pressed the button for the basement as he said: "We should also start thinking of the wedding.." he said softly, looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 03:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle nodded back, smiling softly. "Sure... you're paying for it, you know, I can hardly get my dad to chip in." She flashed a quick grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 10:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course." he said, as the elevator reached its destination. They walked together, to a nice 1972's Gran Torino. "Hop in." he said, smiling at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:23:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A gentleman should open the car door for a lady," she smirked. "Seriously, I need my hands to balance so I can sit in this and not flash you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 23:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Sorry." he said, as he did open the door for her. Smiling, he got in himself, saying: "For starters, we should go to Pauline."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:55:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat, legs together, pushing herself backwards slightly and smoothing her skirt under her as she did, swinging her legs in with feet together. "Thank you," she said softly as he closed the door and she fastened her seatbelt, shifting to get it comfortable between her new breasts. <br><br>"Let's go," she said as he joined her in the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 13:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started the engine, saying: "You're welcome." Driving off into the streets, he said: "You do want to go shopping, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely. I <em>am</em> a girl..." She grinned brightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And here I thought you were going to disprove all of the stereotypes and stuff.." he said, looking at her, then back at the road. "I mean...you're definitely a unique person.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe some... but you can't turn a transvestite into a beautiful girl and not expect her to want to dress up. I always wanted to and now I can." she beamed. "Thank you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at him. "I never knew you were a...TV, so to say, you know.." he said softly. "I mean, I know about the dressing up when you were a kid, but I thought it was just a phase.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:52:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled. "I'd rather think you did. Because if I wasn't, this would be a pretty shitty thing to do to a friend." She idly smoothed the hem of her skirt. "Instead of a wonderful thing."<br><br>"I stopped because I didn't look good. Now I look just right."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 09:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..You..still misunderstand." he said softly, looking at her. "..This transformation wasn't forced upon you because of charity, or anything. I thought you'd hate it, but would gradually fall into your role..I didn't really expect you to enjoy the change.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned. "Look... if you feel guilty about it, you don't have to. And I don't want you feeling guilty every time you see me anyway. I love this, and I don't want you to hate it. Could you please be <em>happy</em> for me? I want to be a girl, now I am a girl. It's great! Really!" she added insistently. "And if you keep feeling like shit for doing it... you won't want to be around me, will you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True..." he said, looking at her for a split second. Returning his attention to the road, he could just barely avoid getting hit by another car. "Ookay...not paying attention to you any more.." he said. "At the moment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," she said quietly, sitting back. She watched him drive, sidelong, apparently looking somewhat ahead. Why had he told her that, she wondered. Did he want her to hate him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 12:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, he stopped near a flat, where Pauline was already waiting. As she walked to the car and opened the door, she said: "Darn it Chris, you're late...and who is this?" Looking at the girl, she smiled. "I'm Pauline."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My fault entirely." She reached over, offering a hand. "Michelle. Thanks for helping out here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 12:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My pleasure." she said, smiling. "It's not often I can go on a shopping spree like this." Leaning in, she said: "Besides, if I grab something for myself...who's gonna notice?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll never tell." She beamed. <br><br><em>Well</em>, she thought, <em>Pauline has no idea who I am. That's a good start.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 12:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, as she turned to look at Chris. "C'mon, drive, we don't have all day." she said, tapping his shoulder. After stopping to work for him, she could behave around him however she wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 17:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I have all day," Michelle smirked as she sat back. "But the quicker we get there, the more we can find."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 10:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My point exactly." she said, smiling. Chris was already driving to the mall, where they would start. Pauline then looked closely at Michelle. "..Why'd you put on make-up? Did you use someone else's?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He still has some of his ex's stuff," she told her quietly, glancing at Chris. "It seemed a shame to waste it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I think.." she said, as she took a tissue from her purse. "..You're pretty enough.." Wiping off some off the make-up, she smiled. "..Without."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle sat still for the procedure. "Thanks," she said with a small smile. "I just... want to make sure, I suppose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 00:29:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There." she said softly, looking quite pleased. "Now you look decent." Chris stopped the car, and said: "We're at the mall." Pauline smiled, looking at Michelle. "Where to start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 01:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Start at the skin and work out in layers?" Michelle smirked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 13:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris looked at her, smiling. Pauline thought for a moment, saying: "...Alright, then let's get you some undies.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle smiled, glancing sidelong at Chris. "Maybe quite a lot of undies. After all, I hope to be here for a while."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 10:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..So...both practical and sexy?" Pauline asked, out of earshot from Chris. "Or mostly sexy?" She smirked, looking at her, as they walked towards the Victoria's Secret. They would visit other stores, but this would be the first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 04:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, mostly sexy." She looked back and winked at Chris. <br><br>She matched Pauline's speed, walking casually in the high heels she wore, feeling the hem of her skirt swish around her calves.<br><br>"I need some practical as well, but where's the fun in that? Since Chris is paying, he deserves a good show."<br><br>She stepped over the threshold of the store, looking around, trying to contain her excitement. "Where should we start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 19:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pauline smiled. "So...what's going on between the two of you?" she asked, looking at her, then at Chris. Chris was standing outside, waiting for them to come back. "Let's go here.."<br><br>Walking to the somewhat risqué section with lacy bras and nice underpants, Pauline looked around. "Do you know your sizes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 03:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle glanced at Chris's reflection in one of the mirrors near the door. "Hopefully something." She feels the start of a blush at her cheeks. "He's been really kind, and... I think he's interested... At least, I hope he's interested."<br><br>She picked a strapless black satin bra and matching thong from the rack. "I rechecked my sizes last night, but I suppose it pays to get a second opinion."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 15:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pauline looked at her, smiling. "Oh, he's interested." she said softly. "..I bet he wouldn't spend a penny on someone he wasn't interested in. Although....he is a nice guy..." She herself was perusing a rack with corsets, showing her two: A white one and a black-and-red one. "Which do you like most?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 19:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle felt herself blushing at the idea of wearing them, feeling a little thrill at it. <br><br>"Well... the white one might suggest I'm getting married." She smiled as she reached out to touch the satin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 13:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?" she said, looking at it, then back at her. "..And would you want that?" She smiled, looking at Chris, who was waiting outside, looking at his watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:40:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's breath caught in her throat as she held the cool white corset. She looked at Pauline, followed her gaze back to Chris and whispered out "Yes." Her blush brightened. "I want that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 21:28:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked. "So, I guess he feels the same way?" she asked, looking at her. "..What were you thinking of? A Vegas-style wedding, just sign a form? Or do you want a big party?" she asked, quite curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's blush deepened. "I want the big party, the big gown, the whole thing. I don't really have any family, though, so it would be a bit of a waste."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 16:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Well, Chris has family..." she said. "I know he at least has a brother and sister, and maybe his parents still live.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"True... I suppose I'd have to meet them first," she adds with a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I guess." she said, looking at her. "Let's find some more. You can look for stuff you want yourself, I'm here to help only."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 02:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a nod, she took the white satin corset and added it to her basket. "If nothing else I'll let him see me in it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 12:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pauline was picking out some underwear for herself, thinking that it wouldn't hurt if she'd reap some of the benefits of this day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 02:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle looked over at what Pauline was selecting. She had plenty of ideas of her own, but most of them were very much naughty lingerie. She intended to get some plainer underwear too, but for now she was in the aisle with corsets and full sets in silk and satin, picking out high-cut knickers to match her new corset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 14:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pauline smiled, as she walked back to her. "You found some more?" she asked, as she herself had take some nice stockings, garter belt, and a selection of some bras and panties. "Maybe these would fit you too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 05:04:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm after a few everyday things... but I like those to be pretty as well." Michelle looked at a bra, panty and garter set Pauline had. "Like this, maybe. In black, perhaps..." she added with a mischievous smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 12:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Go and pick it out, I'd say." she said, as she looked around for more things. "You should also find yourself a nightgown. It's always useful to have one or two."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Definitely," she agrees, and follows Pauline back to the 'naughty but not totally wicked' underwear aisle to find a number of sets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris poked his head into the store. "Is it going to take longer?" he asked, not really comfortable to walk further into the lingerie store.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 05:56:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could be here all day," Michelle said with a wink as she turned, holding a pink silk bra and panty set. "Anything in particular you'd like me to pick up?" she added in a whisper, smiling mischievously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 19:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no idea." Chris said. "I'd say, live your dream, but be reasonable. It's the real world now. Good luck!" He then turned back around to exit the store again. Pauline raised an eyebrow. "What's he talking about?" she said, looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 01:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle smiled sweetly at Chris, then looked over at Pauline. "Shopping spree that I don't have to pay for?" she suggested with a casual shrug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 16:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine by me.." she said, looking at her. "...How about this, you find something for me, and I'll find something for you, and then we'll find something for him." She stuck out her tongue for a bit, in a playful manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 03:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a deal." Michelle smiles similarly playfully. "Naughty or nice? Obviously naughty for him..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 16:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Erm, I meant something for him to wear." she said, smirking. "Or am I overstepping your boundaries then?" She raised an eyebrow, as she seemed to wondering if she hadn't stepped on her toes. Something was off about Pauline, she seemed..too helpful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 00:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In <em>here? Noooo</em>, I'm the one who wears the panties," Michelle chuckles. "Anyway, we should... carry on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 12:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah..." she said, looking at what she had picked out. "Let's go to another store, then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Creating A Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and Nirinian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, where to next..." I look at our basket full of lingerie and 'sensible' underwear as I head to the checkout, and glance at Pauline. "How long do you have? I've got all day, but I can't imagine you want to spend the whole day helping me shop."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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