The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)
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				Title: <strong>The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:40:53</strong>
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				Peter Clark sighed softly as he looked in the mirror. He looked fine from the waist down - the black A-line skirt disguised the shape of his hips, the sheer black tights over opaque fleshtone hid his body hair, and the black high heels fit perfectly and felt so sexy - but above that he wore a loose blouse to try and hide his thirty-three-year-old male waistline, and no amount of makeup or the long curls of a redhead wig covering his short brown hair could entirely disguise his masculine features. He still enjoyed dressing, but he wished he could pass.<br><br>And he didn't realise how much he'd lost track of time - he'd only meant to try on his new shoes, but that meant tights, which meant a skirt, and then he had to dress fully...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 04:48:37</strong>
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				Brian happened to be in Peter's neighbourhood. He thought he would drop by on his buddy and have a couple of beers. He tried calling Peter a couple of times but received no answer. So he continued on to Peter's place.<br><br>Peter was a decent guy, although he was often pensive, like he was day-dreaming about being somewhere else. Many of their mutual acquaintances had mentioned this but nobody had given this any undue thought.<br><br>He reached Peter's place, rang the doorbell and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 13:41:12</strong>
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				Peter tensed as he heard the doorbell. He couldn't answer the door dressed... much as he wished he could. <br><br>He pulled off his high heels, grabbed a pack of makeup wipes and padded over to the buzzer intercom. "Who is it?" he asked, sounding a little breathless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 03:54:02</strong>
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				"Hey Peter, it's me, Brian. What are you doing in there? Open up, let's have some beers and head downtown."<br><br>Brian waited for Peter to open the door. He really should have called. Maybe Peter had a hot chick inside and was banging her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 21:07:00</strong>
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				"I was, uh, having a shower. I'll be a few..." He winced as he lied, even over the intercom. "You can come up but, uh, stay outta the bathroom obviously..."<br><br>He pressed the enter button, and then ran back to his bedroom to pick up all of his feminine clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 04:10:32</strong>
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				Brain walked in and the first thing that hit him was the smell of a woman's perfume. "What the fuck," he thought to himself, was Peter having a bit of fun and keeping it to himself? He had to check this out.<br><br>He quietly followed Peter and peeked through the gap in the bathroom door. Sure enough there were female things all over the floor.<br><br>"Hey Peter," he yelled, "don't be shy, you can introduce her to me. I promise I won't touch!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 14:24:34</strong>
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				"Hey!"<br><br>Peter pushed the door shut.<br><br>"She's, ah, she's gone. Left some of her stuff behind... messy. You know students..." He laughed weakly, hoping he didn't sound too strained, even through the door.<br><br>He quietly ran the hot tap to add a little more steam to the room. He'd had a shower before dressing, but that had been over an hour ago.<br><br>He grimaced as he laddered his tights pulling them off quickly, and hid them in the laundry hamper along with his panties, his wig and his makeup kit.<br><br>Finally he pulled on a pair of boxers, then trousers. He was back to looking like a male again, much as he didn't want to be.<br><br>But if Brian looked to closely, he might notice the size of the half-hidden clothes... or a hint of mascara left around his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 15:23:45</strong>
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				"So come on, what's her name? And where did you pick her up? Why the secrecy? God, you two must've just been making out, you smell of her!"<br><br>Brian peered at Peter closely, "Hell mate, you've even got her lipstick on you and some of her mascara too."<br><br>"Well, how about that beer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 16:32:40</strong>
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				Peter flinched as Brian mentioned the lipstick and mascara. He withdrew to the bathroom to hide his stash more carefully and wipe the rest of his makeup off.<br><br>"Uh, yeah... her name's Trish. I dunno how serious it is. I might not... see her again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 03:24:38</strong>
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				Brain's curiosity was piqued. He knew Peter had been single, but had he now started picking up hookers? If there was a hooker around Brian wanted a part of the action. He was single as well, and suddenly horny, very horny.<br><br>He followed Peter quietly and barged into the bathroom. There were items of female clothing strewn all around. He was puzzled, and then it all started to fall in place. . . Peter's strange behaviour, the lipstick and the mascara, the perfume, and now this.<br><br>Peter was playing dress-up!!! Brian roared with laughter!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:06:04</strong>
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				Peter tried to keep the door closed, to push Brian out. Then he stumbled back as Brian looked down and started to laugh.<br><br>"Get out," he said defensively, unable to look Brian in the eye. "I'm... still cleaning up after her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:35:44</strong>
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				"Oh, okay . . . so she left her clothes behind and ran out naked because one of your friends showed up?" Brian laughed again.<br><br>"You know what Peter, I think you were playing dress-up. Come on, you've known me long enough. You can tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:43:35</strong>
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				"No, she... was getting changed..." Peter blushed, looking at the floor. "No, I..." He shook his head weakly. <br><br>"Could you just... go." He trembled with embarrassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:47:25</strong>
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				Brian softened his voice, "Listen Peter, I know there was no woman here this evening. It has to be you playing dress-up. You can tell me."<br><br>Brian paused, watching Peter's nervousness, "I'm very open and tolerant to all sexualities . . ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:51:00</strong>
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				"Stop - stop calling it that!" Peter said, almost crying now. "It's... not a game..."<br><br>He knelt down to pick up the high heels, clearly too large for most women, and held them to his chest, almost curling over them.<br><br>"It's just - I just - I don't know. I feel... better like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:04:22</strong>
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				Brian spoke gently, "I know exactly how you feel, and I'm cool with it." He reached out and caressed Peter's face. "It's not a problem at all. I'm going out now to have a beer. I want you to dress up real pretty and come out. Is that okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:09:23</strong>
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				Peter's eyes widened in surprise at the touch, and he pulled away a little. Not enough to get entirely out of reach, but Brian's hands touched his shoulder longer than his face.<br><br>"I... I can't. I don't go out. I can't." He shook his head firmly, finally meeting Brian's gaze for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:14:16</strong>
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				"Yes you can. I'm not going to laugh at you. I'm sure you'll look really pretty when you are all dressed up. Come to think of it, you may even rock my boat. You get my drift?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:20:10</strong>
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				Peter shook his head. "I don't... and... I'm not... gay. I just... just dress for myself. I can't pass."<br><br>He was almost cuddling his high heels now, tears streaked with leftover mascara running down his cheeks. "I wish I could," he whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 06:27:01</strong>
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				"Let me be your guide. I will help you . . . darling. Peter, I've done this before. Cross-dressers are one of the great loves of my life. Please dress up and come to the hall."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 06:29:58</strong>
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				"Wh...what?" He looked up, eyes widening at this. "I'm... I'm not sure..."<br><br>He shook his head, looking down at himself. "I mean, look at me. I'm... too tall, too broad. I can't pass for a girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 08:01:50</strong>
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				"Let my eyes be the judge of that honey. Believe me, trust me. I know. I have done this before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 03:43:49</strong>
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				Peter nods hesitantly. "A...alright. Wh-what should I wear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 08:34:31</strong>
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				"Let's start with your basic bra and panties. Show me what you've got."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 18:34:13</strong>
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				"Alright," Peter replied meekly. <br><br>He closed the door, retrieved his white silk bra and matching control-top knickers, stripped and put them on, slipping in the soft foam pads for his bra and tucking his manhood securely in place.<br><br>Gripping the door handle, he hesitated, took a deep breath, and turned it, stepping out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 02:33:01</strong>
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				Brian settled down in the living room with a beer and waited. What his friends did not know is that he was bi and had a particular fascination for transvestites and crossdressers. He waited with anticipation for Peter.<br><br>When Peter emerged dressed just in a bra and panties he was immediately aroused. "Very nice honey," he said, "now why don't you catwalk for us. Show us what you've got, strut your stuff."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 02:47:19</strong>
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				Peter could feel himself blushing, embarrassed, at being called 'honey' and talked to like that... but it was something he'd fantasised about as well. Being treated like a girl. Not from Brian, but he must admit that he had.<br><br>He obeyed Brian's suggestion, walking the length of the room, making his hips sway, turning at the point of a toe and walking back.<br><br>"What now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 05:01:57</strong>
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				"The hairy legs and arms don't go down well. Go on, go into the bathroom and put the razor to good use. I'll be here having a beer and waiting for you . . . honey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 05:10:20</strong>
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				"I... alright." Peter nodded slightly, feeling a shiver of excitement at what he had been asked - told to do. He stepped back into the bathroom.<br><br>He winced slightly as he bent over to run warm water over his legs, feeling his manhood stiff inside his knickers. He had always wanted to do this, but never been able... now he had someone to show.<br><br>He began to carefully shave his legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 02:35:00</strong>
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				Brain waited with anticipation. He always loved playing with a newbie cross dresser. He had done it before, many years ago, and had enjoyed the experience. He was now without a girlfriend and found the experience of chatting up girls in bars and clubs detrimental to his financial health. It he could transform Peter, he would have a good thing going.<br><br>He sipped his beer and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 04:57:21</strong>
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				Peter admired his newly shaved legs, stroking them. They felt sensitive, smooth on the way down, still with the buried ends of his hairs sticking on the way up, but good enough. He wanted to open a new pack of hose and put them on, but he had to shave his arms first.<br><br>He started with his left as he was right-handed. With the right, he had to be more careful, but it was good enough. he was glad he didn't have much hair on his arms or hands, and none of his chest.<br><br>He applied unscented post-shave balm, and wished it were a proper hair removing cream.<br><br>This done, he stepped out again, to show Brian what he had done.<br><br>"Well?" he asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 05:18:49</strong>
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				"You look pretty good honey,: said Brian. Now do you have a skirt? A wig" At least a wig, go and put it on and come back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 05:42:08</strong>
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				Peter nodded. "I have a wig. And, and some clothes. I have hose as well as skirts, blouses, a dress... What should I start with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 02:07:01</strong>
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				"That sounds good. I like a wig, with lots of makeup. Then put on the skirt and let's see you. Go on darling, hurry up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 05:11:21</strong>
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				"A-alright." Peter stepped back into the bathroom, retrieving the wig and makeup kit he had hidden in the laundry basket, and his high heels.<br><br>Stepping into the bedroom, he sat in front of the mirror, set the wig down beside him and opened his makeup kit.<br><br>He pulled his A-line skirt out from under the duvet and smoothed it out. "Should I wear hose as well?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 01:50:40</strong>
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				"No. Forget the hose," yelled Brian. He was really horny now. So he decided to speed things up a bit. He stripped off and sat naked in the armchair awaiting Peter. While he waited he stroked his cock. He would make Peter his bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 15:33:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright," he called back, and stepped into his skirt, zipping it up. Holding it flat to sit in it, he gathered up his long, auburn wig and slipped it on, adjusting it so that the soft curls framed his face. Then he began to put on makeup. Dark eyes and red lips, blusher, an evening look.<br><br>Finally, he pulled on his high heels, and stepped out.<br><br>He froze as he saw Brian waiting for him, naked and clearly aroused.<br><br>"I... I'm not... like that..." he whimpered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:01:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian walked up to Peter and placed his arms on Peter's shoulders. "Not like what?" he asked. "I think you are pretty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 22:39:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter stepped back, watching Brian nervously.<br><br>"I'm not... into men..."<br><br>But the thought that he could be pretty did excite him, and he blushed as Brian touched his bare arms.<br><br>"I just... like to dress..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:30:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look lovely," said Brian and gently caressed Peter's cheek. "So lovely I wish I could make you my lover right now, right here," and he pulled Peter towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:35:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter let Brian strke his cheek, then blushed with shame at what he said. <br><br>"Don't," he whimpered as he pulled away from the embrace. <br><br>"It isn't like that... I'm not... if I was a girl, maybe... but I'm just... I just like to dress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian stepped away. "Okay hon," he said, "no pressure." Why don't you just walk around the room? A nice catwalk for me? Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter nodded, not quite meeting Brian's gaze, and stepped away, doing his best to walk like a woman should.<br><br>His skirt swung from his hips as he held his arms out at the side, lifting his head up, walking one foot in front of the other, turning on a high heel to look for approval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:01:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain watched fascinated. He was still naked and his cock was hard. He enjoyed this but he wanted more.<br><br>"Honey, don't you have anything else? I'd love to see you in a really hot maid's outfit. That would be so fucking hot!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:06:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I don't have one." Peter seemed a little sad as he admitted this. "I have a black dress, and some nightdresses, and some other skirts and tops... I don't have much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 03:20:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, so put on some other lingerie and another skirt and top. Or do you have a bikini? I'd love to see you in a bikini."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 03:30:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have a one-piece swimsuit... but I have more lingerie." He loved the feel of silk and lace, and had built up a decent collection of feminine underwear.<br><br>He stepped towards the bedroom again.<br><br>He wished he had a bikini, since Brian seemed so keen on the idea... but he thought it would just point out how unfeminine his figure was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 03:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, will you come back in your sexiest bra and panties please. I really want to see you strut around in lingerie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 03:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes sir," he agreed and stepped into the bedroom, feeling a mixture of worry and eagerness. He didn't want to have to fight Brian off... but he did want to dress for him.<br><br>Slipping off his skirt and heels, he looked back at his hidden stash of underwear. Undoing his bra and retrieving his pads, then pulling off his knickers, he reached for what he wanted to be seen in.<br><br>Two minutes later, the sound of the door and the clicking of high heels announced his return. He was now wearing a black silk bra designed to enhance cleavage, matching shaping knickers, black thigh-high hose and his high heels.<br><br>"How do I look?" he asked with a blush.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look fabulous, really. Now darling why don't you walk around a bit." Brian was excited, this is what he wanted and he was going to get it. He bagan to play with his hard cock. "Look what you've done," he said to Peter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter smiled bashfully at being called "darling" and did as he was asked, walking as girlishly as he could... then blushed deeply as Brian stroked himself, averting his gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Peter strutted around, Brian could not contain himself anymore. He began to pump his cock furiously. He was hot and he just had to shoot his load. "Y....yes," he said, "that's it, just walk around like that darling."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter felt his blush brighten at this reaction... but he did as he was told. Keeping at a distance, he walked up and down the length of the room, one foot in front of the other to make his hips sway like a woman's, adjusting the bands of his hold-ups as he went. He adored the feeling of hose on smooth, shaved legs. He concentrated on that, and his walk, rather than Brian's response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian could hold on no longer, he had waited long enough, and he now exploded, shooting his cum all over the floor and onto Peter's armchair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter stopped, stared for a moment, looked away, and went over to the coffee table to retrieve a box of tissues.<br><br>"Sorry," he said quietly, feeling flustered and embarrassed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry? Why? What are you sorry about? Come here honey," and Brain patted the side of the armchair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 04:55:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I never meant for you to... for anyone to... um... it's kind of embarrassing, I guess..." <br><br>He perched on the arm of the chair, leaning slightly forwards in case Brian tried to pull him over. He craned his neck to look at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 06:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain, still naked, began to massage Peter's back all the while whispering reassurances. "You are so pretty, you should dress up more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 22:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flinched at the touch, but did not pull away, letting Brian massage him. "I am? I'm not, surely... too broad, too heavy... I wish I was pretty, then I'd dress all the time..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 02:57:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not about being pretty, it's about dressing up." Brian's hand began to stray. He was now massaging Peter's inner thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love dressing... but I so want to pass..." He looked down at Brian's hand and blushed. "Don't," he whispered softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:33:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain did not stop massaging Peter. "I'll make you pass honey," he said and began kissing the small of Peter's back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-you will?" Peter asked, his tone filled with hope. He noticed the kisses on the small of his back, but said nothing, too thrilled by the offer to pull away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I promise you I will. But I expect complete obedience." Brian's hand now rested on Peter's skimpy panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter trembled as he heard this, turning to gaze into Brian's eyes.<br><br>"Yes," he breathed. "Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The first step is to learn to suck cock good." Brian now clasped Peter's crotch. "Shall I show you how to suck a cock properly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter shivered, trying to catch his breath, as he felt his hidden penis twitch in response to this offer and these questions.<br><br>"Y-yes," he gasped. "If... If you want to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:36:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stand up in front of me and remove your bra and panties."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter stood up, shakily, planting his heels a over a foot apart, and reached up to unhook his bra, setting it and the pads down carefully. Then, blushing brightly with excited shame, he hooked the band of his shaping knickers with his thumbs and slid them down, stepping out of them.<br><br>His small penis was slightly aroused, and as it stood free it rose a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain reached out and began massaging Peter's cock. He played with it, kissed it, played with his balls, and then began to lick the tip of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter stared in shock and surprise, even as he felt himself respond with a shiver of pleasure and start to swell under Brian's touch.<br><br>"I... thought you'd want me to..." he gasped, confused and excited at once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 07:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to show you how," said Brian, and then began sucking Peter's cock, running his tongue over the shaft and over the head, while massaging Peter's balls.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:46:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter was close to panicking, but submitted to these strange sensations meekly, and his body responded despite his reactions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter's cock was now hard and Brian sucked it hard and sucked like a pro. He soon felt Peter tense and knew that Peter would cum any moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This... this is so... nnn..." He felt his penis spasm and jerk, and warm liquid run through it.<br><br>He went white with shock and shame at what he'd just done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:57:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain continued to hold Peter's cock in his mouth and accepted the load of cum, drinking down every drop. When he finished he gently pulled Peter on to his lap. His hard cock and precum brushed against Peter's thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter allowed himself to be pulled onto Brian's lap.<br><br>"I... didn't think you'd do that," he confessed, unable to look him in the eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 15:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling Peter's head towards him, Brian began to kiss Peter, holding him like a woman and pushing his tongue deep into Peter's mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 15:14:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter's eyes widened as he was drawn into a kiss, his own tongue pulling back until Brian's touched it, and then submitted to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian stopped kissing Peter. He held Peter's head in his hands, looked into his eyes and spoke; "Did you like the cocksucking I gave you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes." Peter blinked, wide-eyed, shivering like he might be going into shock with all that had happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you to suck me just the way I sucked you . . . Petra . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Puh... Patricia." He lowered his gaze. "My name... my name is Patricia."<br><br>He blushed as he confessed this, and as he considered what Brian was asking. They had been friends for years, and now he was his... master? And some part of him wanted that.<br><br>Peter went to kneel before Brian.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain held Patricia's face firmly and pushed his hard cock into her mouth. Then, very deliberately he began to thrust, fucking her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:05:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing, and starting to cry, Peter opened his mouth wide, and tried to use his tongue as he struggled not to gag. He reached up with his hand and tentatively stroked Brian's scrotum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain was incredibly horny and with a few quick thrusts he began to shoot his cum into Patricia's mouth, deep into her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 12:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter tried not to gag or choke, but swallowed the salt-sweet fluid and grimaced, pulling away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain finished shooting his load down Patricia's throat. He pulled out and began to kiss her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 05:31:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Too shocked to do anything else, Peter let Brian kiss him, still tasting that sticky fluid at the back of his throat. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he submitted to this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 05:37:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian stopped kissing her. He now rose and holding her hand led her to towards the bedroom. "Honey," he said, "I am going to make a woman out of you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 05:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh-what do you mean?" Peter asked weakly, even as he stumbled after Brian, letting him hold his hand and lead him to the bedroom. <br><br>He could think of two possible meanings - the literal one he desperately wanted, the other he suspected was rather more likely and feared was what Brian really meant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 06:02:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian pushed Patricia onto the bed and began to suck her cock again. But this time he was gentle and often stopped to kiss her on her lips or sucked on her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter blushed as he submitted to Brian again, feeling himself harden increasing his shame and shock, moaning involuntarily, surrendering to the kisses and gasping at the touches on his hairless chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 03:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain now turned her onto her stomach and began to play with her ass. "Do you really want to be a woman?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 23:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he confessed as he let Brian turn him over, knowing what was about to happen and trying to prepare for it. "I want to be a woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cham</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 11:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brain spat on her asshole and began to play with it. Slowly he began to push a finger in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Bride (Beatrice Black and cham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 00:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter squirmed in discomfort and closed his watering eyes, tensing all over.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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