He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)
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				Title: <strong>He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 04:35:14</strong>
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				Chris Rogers glanced at his reflection. His short brown hair was neatly cut, he was clean-shaven, he looked like he'd make an entirely presentable best man at his friend John's wedding. Not that it was urgent, it was still two months away - he hadn't even met the bride yet - but he'd just been asked to do something important for the wedding so he figured he should make a good impression when John came over tonight, to demonstrate he was a good choice for the best man.<br><br>He went over to answer the door as the bell rang.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 17:03:48</strong>
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				John came in and smiled. "Hello, Chris, I am delighted to see you. You're just who I need. I'd like you to try on this wedding ring, as my bride is scared about it getting stuck on her finger and has a bit of a phobia about it. Your finger is the same size as hers, so if it fits you it will fit her too."&nbsp; He took a little box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a gold ring with three diamonds set in it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 01:38:14</strong>
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				"She sounds a bit weird," Chris chuckled. He looked at the ring, then at his hands. "So she has big man hands?" he asked as he took the rather large engagement ring, and slid it onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly, like it could have been made for him. "Fits fine," he said, moving to take it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 01:46:39</strong>
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				John spoke a word. "Activate." The ring glowed and for a second Chris felt a stab of pain. John said "You won't be taking that off anytime soon. Let's test this ring's powers...I want you to goosestep around the room for thirty seconds."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 01:54:32</strong>
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				Chris gasped in shock at the pain, looking at the glowing gems on the ring. "Wh-what...?" Then he felt his legs starting to kick, his back straightening as he marched. "Stop..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 02:47:50</strong>
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				John laughed. "Ok. Stop marching. Let's see....breasts, C-cup. Hair....long but not too long, golden, eyes, cornflower blue. Arms and legs, much as they are now but slightly more...womanly. Belly...slightly plump but not too plump. And a vagina of course with golden hair. Change his body. Activate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:00:24</strong>
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				"What?!" Chris gasped as he stopped and heard this new command. <br><br>And he felt a tugging sensation inside his chest, his nipples pressing out and his shirt suddenly feeling tight. "No, John, please... I don't want to..."<br><br>His hands rose to his head as he felt his scalp beng pulled, felt something flowing down... blonde hair fell over his eyes. Pushing it away, he felt it tug at the roots. <br><br>He looked at John, pleading - then his eyes went out of focus and back in. "Stop... don't do this..."<br><br>He winced in discomfort as he felt his bones and muscles rearranging themselves, his skin tightening, growing soft and hairless.<br><br>"No! Please!" His shriek became high and girlish as he felt his manhood being pulled inwards, in the space between his newly widened, womanly hips.<br><br>Chris looked down at himself... herself in horror.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:19:52</strong>
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				"Your new name will be Fiona. You will do what I tell you. You will act like a girl, sound like one, be like one. You will be unable to say who you used to be or give yourself another name. Now, Fiona, what is your name, Princess?" John grinned at the beautiful woman who now stood in front of him. "Oh and stop glaring and scowling at me.. Look at me as if you were deeply in love with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:26:17</strong>
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				Chris started to protest, but fell silent as each command sank in.<br><br>"My name is... Fiona," she said softly. She wanted to snarl, but could feel herself smiling sweetly instead, batting her long lashes at John.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:48:32</strong>
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				"Come over here, Princess, and give me a long, loving kiss on the lips, like a fiancee gives her groom. You are going to become my bride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:57:03</strong>
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				"Yes please," Fiona whispered as the idea seized her mind. She felt herself wriggle inside Chris's ill-fitting clothes as she stepped over to John, who now stood a few inches over her petite frame. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, overwhelmed by the need to obey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 04:13:17</strong>
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				He kissed her long and lovingly, his tounge stroking hers, and then pulled away. "You will not wipe away any kisses,and you will put cream on itches instead of scratching them. You will go upstairs, strip and lotion your body,rub it in, and then open the box that waits for you in the&nbsp; bathroom and put on the clothes there. You will then come downstairs to me." He gave her a big wet kiss on the forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 01:08:13</strong>
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				Fiona found herself surrendering fully to the kiss, her new body reacting with excitement and pleasure - wanting more as John pulled away. She listened to his orders, smiling and nodding as she accepted each of them, as she submitted to his kiss on her brow. She stumbled away towards the stairs, feeling her breasts and hips sway inside her former self's clothes. The idea of shedding them and wearing what John wanted... terrified her? No... excited her. She <em>wanted</em> it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 01:49:33</strong>
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				John waited for her, knowing that as well as the iron control that the ring had on her, it would also start affecting her mind to an extent. Part of her would allways want to escape and remember being a male, so the control would be nesscessary to stop that, but over time part of her would enjoy being a girl who was loved and cherished by him.Even if she did habve to obey as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 02:05:35</strong>
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				She reached the bedroom, shook off her oversized heavy male shoes, pulled off her jacket and started to unbutton her shirt with slim, long-nailed fingers. "I can't stop," she murmured to her reflection as she stretched, feeling her new breasts move freely for the first time. "I don't... want to..." She shook her head, trying to clear it, even as she stepped out of her trousers, pulled off ehr socks and finally slid down her boxers, pausing to look at her naked, completely female body and... smile. Then she wandered to the bathroom to complete her orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 02:15:51</strong>
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				The lotion waited for her, along with, within the box, a purple bra and purple panties, a t-shirt, a long red dress, low heels, and a silver bracelet, silver earrings and a beautiful amber necklace.<br><br>Downstairs John looked forward to how beautiful she would be when she came downstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 02:30:30</strong>
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				She found massaging the sweet-smelling lotion into her soft, smooth skin was very pleasurable. Once she was ready, she opened the box. "Girl clothes," she cooed happily. She began by slipping on her panties, then fastening on her bra... being properly supported was so much more comfortable than Chris's old clothes. She frowned slightly as she thought this, trying to shake off the idea. But her hands were already in motion, picking up her T-shirt and dress, trying to decide which to put on first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 03:23:09</strong>
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				She put on the T-shirt and dress, jewelry and shoes, and the heels, and click-clacked downstairs, the male part in her pleading with her body to stop and let her find some way to escape this man. But instead she came down to him. "I want you to telephone Sarah, your bridesmaid, and get her to pick you up. The number is 12654993." (OOC-a totally random number lol, not a rl one.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 03:34:54</strong>
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				It felt good to be in a dress and high heels, where she felt she belonged. She twirled in front of the mirror, enjoying the way the skirt flowed around her legs, before stepping down, hips swaying gracefully as she descended the steps to John. <br><br>Part of her hoped for a compliment, but instead she took the phone offered to her and nodded obediently, calling the number.<br><br>"Sarah? Hi, it's Fiona... can you come pick me up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 05:00:51</strong>
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				"I'll be there in a few miniites."<br><br>When she put down the phone, John took her in his arms. "You look lovely, darling, but you'll look even better in your bridal attire that I have prepared for you.Your bridesmaids will help you with it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 03:23:40</strong>
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				"Thank you."<br><br>Fiona found herself smiling as she let John take her in her arms, felt her heart beat faster at this attention.<br><br>"I'm so glad you did this." And the part of her speaking knew she was, even as another part of her wanted to stop him... She ignored that part. It didn't matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 05:09:14</strong>
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				(OOC-sorry I didn't reply earlier, first my computer was playing holy hell tonight &gt;:), and second,I was involved in a couple of very good O:) roleplays on Yahoo Messenger.)<br><br>IC-John leaned in and gave Fiona a long, warm, slow kiss on the lips. "You're going to be a beautiful bride, your bridesmaids will make sure of that. And we will have a lovely wedding together."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:51:19</strong>
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				"Thank you," Fiona whispered breathlessly, her mind lost in pleasure at his kiss and caress. "I love you, John."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:55:01</strong>
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				"And I love you too." He planted a long warm kiss on her forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 23:59:43</strong>
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				She closed her long-lashed eyes and smiled warmly as he kissed her brow. <br><br>"This is so much better than being male. How did you know I'd love this so much? I never knew I wanted&nbsp; to be a woman..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 02:40:26</strong>
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				"I think you'll really love being my wife , honey." He wondered if inside Fiona her male self was cursing him silently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:15:00</strong>
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				"I know I will." If Chris still existed at all inside Fiona, she did not show it as she smiled happily, held in his arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:15:06</strong>
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				As he kissed her again there was a knock on the door. "Go, my darling, your bridesmaids await you," he told her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:22:41</strong>
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				"Thank you," she said with a blissful smile as she skipped to the door to answer it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:34:23</strong>
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				Sarah kissed her cheek when she opened the door. "You look lovely,darling, and you'll look even better when we have got you into your bridal gown and your make-up,it's going to be a lovely wedding for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:50:31</strong>
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				Fiona kisses Sarah's cheek in return. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart. Come on." Part of her wondered what John had done to arrange this, but part of her was just so happy that he had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:55:25</strong>
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				Outside a white limosene with white ribbons waited for her. Sarah helped her inside, babbling on about how much fun the wedding was going to be for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:03:20</strong>
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				"Just remember I'm the star," Fiona laughed, glad to see her friend and maid of honour so excited, even as she wondered who this friend was. Someone John knew? Someone John had... created, like she was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:14:13</strong>
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				"I won't forget, don't worry." They pulled up outside a church and Sarah took her to where her beautiful white wedding&nbsp; dress and her bridesmaids waited for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:23:28</strong>
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				Fiona gazed up at the church, smiling at how large it was... imagining it filled with guests, there to see her married to her man.<br><br>She smiled warmly to her bridesmaids, even as she wondered who they really were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:31:59</strong>
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				Her dress, hanging up in a room was in two parts and both parts were&nbsp; beautiful. One was of form fitting white silk, the other one was a traditional full skirted gown, both encrusted with seed pearls. Her bridesmaids helped her into it with great care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:45:40</strong>
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				Fiona caught a breath as she gazed at her gown. "I never thought I'd be here," she murmured, delighted as well as shocked by this... mostly delighted.<br><br>She smiled excitedly as she slipped into her bridal lingerie, white satin and lace, silk stockings and all, smiling as Sarah laced her into a corset, before being fastened into her beautiful gown. <br><br>Everything about her was now perfectly feminine, as she'd always dreamed of being... but she never had... had she? <br><br>No, feeling the skirt of her gown slide coolly over her stockings, she knew this was what she wanted. To become a bride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:51:32</strong>
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				Her bridesmaids&nbsp; put eyeshadow on her, chapsticked her lips and lipsticked them, and painted her nails a light pink. "What do you think, Fiona? Does anything need changing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 00:21:15</strong>
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				She smiled as she was pampered and feminised more and more. <br><br>Looking at her beautiful new face in the mirror, she blew her new self a kiss and grinned. "No... this is perfect."<br><br>As she sat, Sarah slipped her white stockinged feet into matching high heels, fastening them with a delicate ankle strap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:55:28</strong>
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				Her bridesmaids smiled. "I'm sure John will love every detail of how you look as much as you do, and so will everybody at the wedding,"Sarah said. "Is the corset allright, or is it a bit too tight for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:35:52</strong>
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				"Mm, I think it's fine. It could even be a little tighter." Something about that idea thrilled her a little bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:16:48</strong>
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				Sarah tightened it slightly. "We can't make it too tight or it will hurt you,and we don't want you to be in pain on your wedding day. Are you ready to go to the church yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:29:07</strong>
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				The tightened corset made her feel a little breathless. Perfect. The bodice of her gown was adjusted to match.<br><br>She stood up, smoothing down her flowing skirts, steadying herself on her high heels, and turned to look at her reflection, to see if she needed to be changed any more to become the perfect bride she desperately wanted to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:36:10</strong>
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				She looked totally beautiful, in her form fitting white silk inner dress and white bell-shaped outer dress that could be detached if needs be. She wore a necklace of diamonds and elegant silver bracelets and of course her gold wedding ring with a diamond set in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:50:19</strong>
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				Fiona smiled delightedly at her reflection, at her new beauty and femininity. This was so much better than being a man...<br><br>"I need a veil," she murmured, knowing she wanted to be a complete bride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:04:58</strong>
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				Sarah brought her one and helped her fix it over her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, so much." She held the veil as Sarah pinned the delicate silver tiara in place in her lovely hairstyle. She smiled lovingly to her bridesmaids, turned to the mirror and blew herself a kiss.<br><br>Kissing goodbye to her life as a man. she had never wanted it anyway, had she? No... she wanted this...<br><br>She lowered herself, ready to meet her beloved husband and become his loving wife.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah helped her into the white limosene and as it set off more and more cars joined it until it was leading a whole convoy of wedding guests towards the church where her bridegroom waited for her, in his top hat and tails with a suit underneath it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat back, trying to relax, feeling the wonderful new sensations of her feminine body and gown and lingerie, until she noticed more cars joining the procession. Where had all the guests come from? She didn't know she was getting married until an hour ago...<br><br>She puts the thoughts aside as she saw the church, decorated for a wedding and filled with well-dressed guests.<br><br>As Sarah held the train of her flowing skirt, she gripped her bridal bouquet and began to walk down the aisle as the band started the Bridal March. All eyes were on her, just as she had always dreamed...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 04:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her come up to him,gazing at him with love in her eyes. <em>I wonder if his old male self is still trapped inside her and screaming to get out? Or is she truely Fiona now? Either way, she will be a wonderful wife for me. </em> All the guests are gazing at her as she walks so happily along the asile, the bridesmaids holding up her train for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 02:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Partway, she was met by her father, looking proud and happy. She looked surprised for a moment, then she smiled as he took her arm. <br><br>He looked so tall and strong now compared to her new shape, and she imagined - or did she remember? - growing up as his daughter. Daddy's little princess beamed with pride that he was here to give her away.<br><br>She finally reached the front of the aisle, standing opposite John, filled with love and gratitude for being made into his bride.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked lovingly into her eyes and pressed a kiss on her forehead as the priest came over. "We are gathered here today to view the wedding of John Madden and Fiona Rogers, in the sight of God and His Church. Do you, John Madden, take Fiona Rogers to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, forsaking all others, as long as you both do live?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona felt dizzy with excitement as the priest stepped up and began to read the vows, waiting eagerly for John to say "I do" so that she could follow suit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:41:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He said "I do." and then he gazed into her eyes lovingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:51:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled blissfully back at John. <br><br>She had been dreaming of this day since she was a little girl.<br><br>But she was never a little girl... but she remembered it as clearly as being a boy... and she wanted it to be her real past. She focused on who she was - the man she had been and the woman she was now. Remembering being a cheerleader at high school, not a running back. Remembering feeling so proud to wear her prom dress just as Chris remembered seeing his date in it. John asking her to be is wife. Arranging her wedding with Sarah... but Sarah was going to be his date when he was best man...<br><br>"Do you, Fiona Christina Rogers, take John Madden to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, forsaking all others, as long as you both do live?"<br><br>"I do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 04:20:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You may kiss the bride." John leaned in and planted a long warm kiss upon Fiona's lips, his arms around her waist, and everybody in the church cheered and clapped and staired at the happy couple. (sorry about my typo btw)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 01:59:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona smiled lovingly as John raised her veil, and her soft lips parted as she surrendered blissfully to his kiss. This was the moment she had longed for all her life. <br><br>Just hours ago she had been a man, but now she knew that she was always meant to be a woman, a wife, a bride. She had never been happier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 02:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled away and took her down the aisle. As they left the church they were pelted with confetti until they entered the limosene and it drove off towards their reception, tibn cans that someone had tied to it rattling along behind it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 02:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona smiled, floating on cloud nine, as her new husband lead her back up the aisle. She squealed happily at the shower of confetti, posed proudly for the photographer, hugged her wonderful bridesmaids and finally leaned against John as they were driven off.<br><br>"Thank you," she whispered, gazing up into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 03:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her forehead softly, and then each of her eyes. "I hope I can be a wonderful husband for you, and that you will not regret choosing to marry me. I want to rock your world, both in the bedroom and out of it. I allways want to keep you in love with me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 03:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've always loved you, I will always love you... I'm so glad you changed me so I could love you like I should."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 04:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you would have no wish ever to be a male again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 18:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely not," she murmured, dismissing the idea completely. "Being female is so much better... I wish you'd changed me years ago." She smiled dreamily, intoxicated by her new femininity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her again tenderly, and then they arrived at the reception and he helped her out of the limosene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In her full-skirted gown she needed his help to get out, and that helplessness pleased her. She checked that her lipstick was still perfect in the mirrored window of the limosine before he took her hand and lead her in to the reception, her boucquet in her other hand.<br><br>She looked up at the country house hotel where the reception was being held... where no doubt she would be spending the night with her husband in the bridal suite... and smiled delightedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:47:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A large crowd of guests cheered as they came in and he turned to her. "Would you like to dance, Princess Fiona?" The look of love in his eyes for her was genuine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please," she murmured back softly, so happy to see his love for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 22:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They danced together, his arms around her waist, and now and then he leaned in and gave her little kisses. He had not thought that his spell would work so well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew how to dance with him leading - she felt like she could dance like Ginger Rogers. She loved the way it felt as she floated about the room and her skirt swished behind her, she knew she would always dress like a lady.<br><br>As their guests applauded and the band started the second dance, her fatehr stepped up to take her hand. She smiled up lovingly as he lead her in the father-daughter dance. "Thank you daddy," she murmured. She had never felt as close to her father when she was his son.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 02:51:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know," he said, "you're a wonderful daughter and I'm sure you'll make a wonderful wife as well." And he planted a gentle kiss on the forehead of his daughter when the dance ended.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself blush softly as she smiled at her daddy, even as she wondered how the spell worked. Had it changed her body and everyone's memories, or had the world changed to one where she was supposed to be a girl? She remembered being Chris, although she was happier as Fiona - she couldn't imagine her father being so accepting if he remembered his daughter had once been his son. But she was so glad he was...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:10:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you want me to leave you in peace with your husband? I think you definately made the right choice to accept his proposal of marridge, you could not have chosen a better man."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, go dance with Mom." She smiled brightly and patted her father's strong arm, seeing her mother waiting as the next song started, looking lovely and proud... remembering makeup lessons when she was a little girl, helping her pick out her prom dress... a life filled with the pleasures of femininity, a life that she now embraced and knew was rightfully hers.<br><br>She glanced back to John, smiling warmly at her handsome husband.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suggest that you and I have a nice meal and then cut our wedding cake and make a wish," John said, "and then I have arranged a lovely firework display outside for us to watch." He realized that he genuinely did love her and that the spell must have affected him as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She broke into a blissful grin as he murmured that in her ear, nodding eagerly as he lead her to the head table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 04:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was fruit of every kind, three kinds of cheese, five kinds of meat, two kinds of bread, chocolate, sweets and a huge five-tiered white chocolate wedding cake with little models of the happy couple stuck into the top of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 00:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose we have to wait to cut the cake," she mused, not really wanting to spoil it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 00:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's eat first, feel free to pig out if you want. Even if you got fat, it would not matter to me, I love you for yourself and that's all that matters to me, Fiona." He started to eat lots of good food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 22:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're sweet." She smiled as she took a slice of turkey. "But I want to stay slim." And beautiful, she thought to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 22:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is fine with you, I woulden't force you to do anything you don't want to do.And I promise not to nag you as long as you don't nag at me." He gazed at her beauty and looked forward to making love to her that night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't know I wanted to be me initially... I'm glad you persuaded me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad too, and I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled blissfully, leaning closer, her soft red lips parting slightly for him to kiss her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her with a long, warm, soft and loving kiss on the lips, cuddling her as he did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lost herself in his kiss, before hearing her father tapping on a glass. The start of the speeches...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 04:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				First her father made a speech about how good a daughter Fiona was, how she was successful at everything she did and now had found the right boyfriend to marry and settle down with.There were cheers and claps from the assembeled guests, none of who remembered that Fiona had ever been a male.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 04:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was a little jealous at this, it would be easier having just her female memories... but she rather liked the naughty secret of who she had once been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 04:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then it was time for Fiona to make a speech.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 04:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood, gracefully smoothing down the lines of her full skirt. "Thank you all, for coming, for all your support and love for John and I... it seems like it was only yesterday that he proposed, I never thought I'd see today, but... here we are." She leant down to take John's hand. "You've made me the happiest woman in the world..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 04:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John stood up with her and everyone clapped at that.<em>Soon it will be time for my speech</em> he thought as he gazed into Fiona's eyes with a genuine look of love.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 05:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sssssshhhhh, the others will hear you. The spell I used would only work on someone who had at least a buried desire to be a woman, it it seems that's why it worked on you so well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you <em>say</em>," she said with a teasing smile. "Anyway, I certainly want to be one now, and that's what matters."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 02:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss her again, and then make a speech saying what a wonderful woman she is and how much I love her,and I think I mean it as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 03:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to the speech, she couldn't help but smile as she was told of the wonderful woman she now was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat back down and gazed into Fiona's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 16:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took his hands in hers, smiling back at him lovingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 18:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her tenderly on the lips and then asked her what she wanted to do when the wedding dinner was over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 06:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smacked her lips together gently as she considered. "We still need to have the first waltz... I have the throw the boucquet, you have to throw my garter..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 06:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll love that.You and me make a perfect couple." He led her into their first waltz together, his head resting on her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 06:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The band struck up a tune, just for them, as he put a hand around her small waist and she rested hers on his strong shoulder. She floated dreamily in her husband's arms. She remembered Chris dancing with women, but it had never felt as right as she did with John.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 06:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found himself just as much in love with her,as she was with him. She was a gorgous princess to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 07:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wish you'd changed me years ago," she whispered. "But I'm so glad it finally happened."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 16:43:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed the side of her neck. "Thank you." He wondered if it was just the effect of the magic,or if she really did feel this way.He certainly did love her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 23:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled blissfully at his kiss. Perhaps it was one, or the other, or both working together to change her. Either way, he had never seen Chris so happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 01:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on,it's time for you to throw your garter for someone to catch.Or is it your boquet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 02:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I throw the bouquet when we're on our way out. <em>You</em> throw my garter." She rested a hand on her thigh. "Which means taking it off me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down and started to undo it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She put her foot on a chair and gracefully drew back her skirts to let him at it, exposing her stocking-clad leg for the cheering, laughing crowd, blushing at their reaction as she thrilled at John's gentle touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his finger up and down her leg lightly before undoing the garter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"mmm..." She tingled with pleasure at his stimulating touch through her lovely stockings, before gracefully lowering her skirts again and standing to watch him throw the still-warm garter to the crowd of single men who had just been admiring her leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He threw the garter as high in the air as he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona grinned as some of the men dodged away, some reached for it like a football pass, and finally... her brother Chris caught it. She hid her surprise at seeing him, then smiled, glad to see that her former life was now free to live happily without this aspect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John clapped. "Fiona, now it's your turn to throw your boquet.Can you throw it further then me?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know, you played football and I was a cheerleader..." She smiled teasingly as she watched the group of single women circle around, hands raised. And the men some of them were with cringing.<br><br>Turning around, she tossed the bouquet over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:41:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John grinned as everyone scrabbled for it as if it were a bar of gold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:47:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning around, she smiled brightly as she saw Sarah catch the bouquet. Maybe she'd aimed it at her a little, she admitted to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John clapped again. Everything was going so well and the spell had worked so much better then he had hoped it would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona looked around the room. All her family and friends... even her former male self... looked so happy for her. As happy as she was to have become a beautiful bride.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 20:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John hoped&nbsp; to himself that he could keep Fiona happily in love with him for the rest of her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:41:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reached out to her husband. The evening was drawing to and end, and she knew it would soon be time for them to drive off to the hotel and begin their honeymoon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took her hand and they said goodbye to the many guests,and got into their limosene. When it started off towards the hotel, it rattled loudly as someone had tied tin cans to the back bumper to keep an old wedding tradition alive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 20:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona waved enthusiastically to her family and friends as they pulled away, then as they rounded the corner out of sight she sat back in the car, turning to gaze at her husband.<br><br>"Thank you. This is the best day of my life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gazed back at her. "It's the best day of mine too. I so love you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling lovingly, she leaned in for a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:41:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her on her lips tenderly, then deepened the kiss, his tounge stroking hers as he cuddled her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 03:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She surrendered fully and willingly to his kiss, her tongue lapping his as she felt his arms around her tiny corseted waist. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 04:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her forehead and ran his hands up and down her body and over her clothed breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 14:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm..." She moaned with pleasure at his touch. "I love being a woman," she whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 19:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As much as you love me?" he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 23:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love you more than anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 23:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just then the limosene arrived at their 5-star hotel and he helped her out of it,giving her hand a squeeze and then putting his arm around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 23:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gracefully rose from the seat and smoothed down her satin skirt as she stood, looking up at the hotel room, her heart racing with excitement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a luxury room, fit for a princess,and you're a princess to me," John said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, thank you," Fiona beamed as she was ushered towards an elevator with her husband. A smiling maitre d' handed John the keys as the doors opened and they went inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They kissed and cuddled in the lift until they reached their room and John unlocked the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona smiled excitedly as John carried her over the threshold, holding on until he laid her on the double bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his hands softly over her body. "Can I have your ok to rock your world, Princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laid back, sighing with pleasure at her new husband's touch on her wonderful new body. "You have once today, and I love it so much... please do it again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He undid her clothes gently and then gently ran his tounge softly over her nipples, swirling his tounge around and around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood for him to help her out of her gown and shoes, took off her tiara and shook out her hair as she set it aside, smiled as he unlaced her corset, undid his bow tie and shirt, blushed a little as he removed her knickers and rolled down her stockings, and helped him out of his trousers before laying down again, naked, holding his sides as he moved to join her.<br><br>She craned her neck and trembled as he toyed with her erect nipples, letting out a slow moan of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed slowly down her stomach, running his tounge up and down her inner thighs softly, blowing on her clit before kissing it. He loved to make her feel <em>readyreadyready</em> for sex&nbsp; so he could get multiple orgasms from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:50:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped and shivered as he blew on and kissed her clitoris, feeling herself moisten at his attentions. "Yes," she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:53:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He placed one finger, then two, softly into her vagina, and began to stroke her G-spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:03:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She opened her eyes and whimpered with ecstacy at his touch. This was the most wonderful feeling of her lfie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He placed his penis just above her vagina.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She licked her lips, readying herself for this moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 16:56:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thrust into her, kissing her lips at the same time. <em>One great thing about the spell is that she won't get pregnant unless she genuinely wants to</em> he thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 23:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a gasp of surprised pleasure as her husband entered her fully. <br><br>In just a few hours Chris had been completely changed from a man with no interest in men&nbsp; who thought he had no desire to be a woman, to a married woman delighted with her new state overjoyed to have her husband inside her. <br><br>She smiled in the kiss even as she trembled at the sensations of her husband making love to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 00:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took great care with his lovemaking to ensure that she enjoyed it every bit as much as he did, as he genuinely loved her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 01:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had never enjoyed a sexual experience as much as being with her husband, as he stimulated her wonderfully sensitive body to orgasms.<br><br>Even as he did, she tried her best to ensure he enjoyed it as well. Although she had never made love as a woman before, she knew ways of pleasing a man from firsthand experience, and other ways came naturally to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 03:39:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC-I think this rp is very near it's natruel end.)<br><br>He thought it really would be wonderful to spend the rest of his life with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 22:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As John finally withdrew, Fiona curled up beside him in their bed, happier and more content than she had ever been before.<br><br>"Thank you," she whispered in his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Becomes The Bride (Beatrice Black and Cheka Man)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cheka Man</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 22:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The marridge worked out better then John hoped and people remarked on what a lovely couple John and Fiona were. (OOC-A good place to end a really good rp.)<br><br>The End of this rp.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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