Pooja, The Pretty Bridesmaid

 Priya is a good friend of mine. We met at school on the first day when we were nearly 5 years old.We were really more like brother and sister.

Then one day she said "I m getting married, his name is Arun. Our families love each other. All this is happening in 3 weeks from now”

“Wow, that’s so soon priya!! Why didn’t you tell me earlier ??” I replied

"I wanted you to have not much time to think about what I am going to ask

you, Sharan . Arun’s got a big family and lots of friends so my side will be

outnumbered at the wedding," she said. 

"Priya, that doesn't matter and I'll be there," I replied.

"I know that," said Priya, "and it's important to me that you are there."

"Great," I said, "You know I am always there for you."

"I want it to be obvious that you are there on my side and not just one

of the groom's men friends. If you dress like them it will be difficult

to tell," she said. "So I have a great favour to ask of you."

"Ask away," I said.

"I want you to be one of my bridesmaids!!"

I stared at her open mouthed. "A bridesmaid?"

"Will you do that for me?" she said, "I know it's a lot to ask."

My mind was in a whirl. "It certainly is a lot to ask." I said. At the

same time I was strangely excited for some reason. "But why can't I just

wear a suit like the other guys?"

"As I said, I need you to be obviously on my side of the celebration,"

she replied, "I will understand if you say no, but I will be really

disappointed."

I thought hard. "But what would you want me to wear?" I said. "Maybe a

shirt in the same material as the other bridesmaids are wearing?"

"No I want you to dress identically to the other bridesmaids."

"But I will be a laughing stock, looking like a young man in a dress!"

"Believe me," she said, "that is not true. In fact you will make a

stunning girl I am sure if you let me work on you."

"You really want this don't you?"

"Yes," she said, "You are my best friend."

"I am very nervous about it but I know you wouldn't make me into a fool.

OK, if you really want it I'll do my best."

"Oh I knew you would, you are such a good friend ! It will be a great day

believe me."

"So what do I do now?"

"The other bridesmaids and I are meeting on Tuesday evening to sort out

what to wear. Can you be there?"

"OK, I said, "with a mixture of reluctance and yet some unfathomable

excitement.

Tuesday evening arrived. I turned up at Priya's house and she greeted me

at the door.

"Come in, the others are here and they are so looking forward to you

joining them."

I went into the main room and there were four girls there. Two were

girlfriends of Priya's from school days and the same age as I and they of

course knew me. The other two were Priya's 14 year old twin nieces. They

all greeted me as one of them.

"I am very nervous about this," I said. They all told me not to worry.

They would look after me and they were so impressed that I would do this

for a friend. "Not many men are brave enough to do what you are doing,"

said Janaki, one of the school friends. The others all agreed.

"Ok lets get on," said Priya. "The most important thing is the dresses."

As she said this it finally sunk in what I had let myself in for. The

next thing I knew I was being measured.

"Good, a pretty standard size 12," said Priya. "And only size 6 shoes,"

said Janaki.

"So what kind of sarees do you want for us?" said Ananya, the other girl.

"I have found some lovely ones on the Internet," said Priya. 

What colour would you like?" said Priya. The girls chatted amongst themselves and then unanimously chose the pink!

By this time I was in shock.

"Ok so only two and a half weeks to go," said Priya . "I will order the

Sarees and heels etc. and book the beauty salon for the morning."

"Beauty salon?" I said.

Priya grinned. "Don't worry, just your hair done with some extensions and jasmine flowers, some lovely makeup and some false french manicure nails. I have managed to find some screw on earrings that match the ones that the other

girls are wearing so I'll let you off from getting your ears pierced!"

I was completely in a daze and stayed that way until the wedding day.

Priya wouldn't let me see the clothes until the day. I turned up at the

salon, they greeted me at the salon and said that the car was parked out the

back so that I could get to Priya’s house without looking strange all

made up but in my male clothes.

Janaki took me to one side and whispered. "We aren't going to let you see

yourself in a mirror until you are all made up and dressed back at Priya's house so that we don't spoil the illusion. I hope you don't mind me being personal, but if you get excited by all this might I suggest

that you go to the bathroom and masturbate before you get the dress on.

Don't want any stains do we?" She winked and walked away. I almost

fainted.

They got to work on me.

First they told me to shower and gave me some cream that rid me of the

small amount of body hair I had. My head of hair is quite strong and was

reasonably long for a man. The hairdresser trimmed and reshaped it then

washed it and blow dried it. And put some extensions on it. They parted my hair in the middle and combed it nicely, but they wouldn't let me see.

I was grateful that by now most of the attention was on Priya, after all

she was the bride and she looked great.

While a beautician did my face, which seemed to take ages, another stuck

on false french manicure nails.I looked down at the only thing I could

see that they had done to me and my hands looked so feminine with nude pink nails. A tremor

ran through my body.

With the last touch being my lipstick, which would apparently need

touching up later, they attached my earrings and we were off in the car

to Priya's house. The twin nieces followed behind. When we got there I

thought all the others looked fantastic. The two older bridesmaids looked

beautiful and I really fancied them both. The twins looked really cute.

Priya of course looked radiant.

"OK," said Priya. "I will see you all at the wedding hall. Janaki and Ananya, you

are in the bedroom on the right and you twins are in the next one along."

She looked at me. "I'll have to call you something different for today. I

think Pooja is a good name. I think you look so pretty, Pooja darling."

At that point I nearly said that I couldn't go through with it but she

ushered me into the bedroom on the left and said, "All your clothes and

your bouquet are in here. Once you have the underwear on, call out and my

mother will come in to help you with the saree and heels."

I was like a robot. I couldn't focus. I automatically got undressed and

looked at the lingerie on the bed.

 Priya had said that her mother had sewn some padding into the bra cups and that she would put in some small inserts when she helped me on with my blouse. I

put the petticoat as advised by her mum.

By this time I was shaking uncontrollably and suddenly had to rush into the bathroom and pulled down my panties just in time as I spurted loads of cum without

touching myself. I had to sit down as my legs had gone weak. I cleaned

myself up and pulled up my panties again. I went to the bedroom door and

in a weak voice called out to Priya’s mother that I was ready. She came

into the room and could see that I was so nervous and embarrassed for her

to see me like that.

"Don't worry dear. I am so proud and grateful that you are doing this for

my Priya. Now let's put your saree on."

I stood up and she took the lovely saree off its hanger. I stood there dumbfounded and she draped a pink silk saree around my body . I felt so amazing. The feel of the saree against my new breasts made me feel so feminine and vulnerable.

"Now the heels ," she said.

The matching 3 inch heels were slipped onto my feet.

"Stand up beautiful," she said. I stood up and the heels made me stand in

a much more feminine way immediately. She gave me my bouquet and pulled

the cover off the mirror. "There you are my beautiful little girl, Pooja."

I looked at myself and staggered a bit. This couldn't be me.

“You look as good as any of the other bridesmaids, Pooja. Only my Priya,

the bride, looks more beautiful." Then the words that really made me

nearly freak out. "Looking that good you'll have to be careful when you

are dancing with the best man or the other guys!"

I felt really strange and vulnerable and yet excited as the four of us

got into the wedding car. I clutched my bouquet and smoothed my saree

under me as I sat down. The heels had made me walk in a feminine manner

to get to the car.

The car arrived at the wedding hall and we had to walk through the gathered

guests and wait in the entrance for the bride. They all said how

beautiful we looked as they passed us to sit down as the bride was due to

arrive. The main car turned up and Priya, looking beautiful, walked up

the path in front of the four bridesmaids including me. We all followed her down the

aisle as the music played. I was glad that they were all looking at the

bride as my heels clicked and my lovely saree swished against my

smooth legs.

The service went wonderfully but I found I was so nervous that I couldn't

talk properly and my mouth was dry. There was a slight breeze from the

open hall which went up my dress and caressed my smooth legs and

panties.

Soon the service was over and we started to follow the bride and groom

from the church. One of the smartly dressed young men from the groom's

side offered me his arm and we walked out together. The photographs

seemed to take for ever and my mind was in quite a daze as several people

spoke to me but I really didn't take it all in.

We got back into the cars and went of to the hall for the reception. When

we arrived I really needed to go and relieve myself. Janaki grabbed my arm

as I was about to enter the gents and gently steered me into the ladies

room. She suggested I freshen my lipstick and I felt so girly seeing my

manicured nails on the lipstick as I applied it freshly to my lips.

We sat and ate our meal and then the speeches came. Being a strong

independent woman, Priya insisted on making a speech as well as her

husband. I was sitting quietly, trying to be anonymous, suddenly I heard her say that she thought all of her bridesmaids looked great but that she would especially like to thank her best friend Pooja who had been with her for so many years and looked

so good in her dress. I nearly fainted.

Priya and her husband got up and started to dance the first dance to a

lovely slow love song. Then five young men who had been asked to do so,

came over to the five bridesmaids and took us out onto the dance floor.

The dancing went on for a long time and I was asked to dance by a lot of

men. One young man came up and asked if I wanted a drink. I said yes and

he got me a glass of wine. As we chatted the bride and groom

started to leave. Priya, my best friend just got married and left with her husband on their wedding car. I started to cry softly. The young man whose name was Rahul

asked me if I was alright. I said yes, but that it had been a stressful day for me and I am going to miss my friend Priya . He put his arm around my shoulders and led me outside into the garden for some fresh air. I wondered why I felt so at home with this

situation. Where would my day end?

We walked in the cool air down to the bottom of the garden and into a

small grove of trees where there was a seat that looked out over the

river. I suddenly realised that I felt good dressed like this and with Rahul looking after me. We sat down and he told me that he knew my

situation and that he thought I was great to do this for a friend. He

then said that if he hadn't been told he would have thought that I was

just a very beautiful young bridesmaid. I started to cry again and he

held me close. Suddenly I looked at him and he kissed me. I realised that

I really wanted this and that I might never get another chance. He

apologised for kissing me and I told him that it was Ok I wanted it.

We kissed again and his hand started stroking my leg under my lovely

saree. As his fingers found my panties beneath my petticoat.

I felt him tremble and I felt so good. My hand brushed his lap and I felt

that he was big and hard. I knew we should not be doing this.

Do you want me?" I asked him and he said, "Oh yes!"

"But you know I am not a real girl" I said.

"No-one would guess unless you told them," he said. I thought how I had

got into this and knew I had to just follow my feelings.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Unzip me and take out my c*ck," he said.

I unzipped him and pulled his big hard c*ck out of his pants. Here I was

dressed in a lovely silk saree with my jewelry all over me  and I could see my small hand with its manicured nails wrapped around his

hardness. He gently took hold of my head and steered it down into his

lap. As I went down it just seemed natural that his c*ck slid between my

lips and into my warm mouth. I felt so helpless yet good.

He moaned as he slid in and out of my mouth leaving lipstick traces on

his manhood. I felt an orgasm building up inside of me and I hadn't even

touched myself or been touched.

I wondered how I would react if he came in my mouth. I never found out

because he gently pulled me to my feet and turned me around. He bent me

over the seat and lifted my lovely satin petticoat. He pulled my panties

aside and before I knew what he was doing he pushed his hard wet manhood

gently bit by bit into my tight bottom. Soon I could feel his balls against me and knew he was all the way in. It felt so good. He started to pump in and out of me telling me how beautiful I was. I moaned and told

him to make me his girl.

As a picture flashed into my mind of the moment Priya had asked me to be

her bridesmaid, Rahul let out a cry and I felt his c*m flood into me as he orgasmed. I knew it was meant to be, and I prayed that one day I would be Rahul's bride.