Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 3

"This little video was really only going to be for our friends at Tulle Towers but I am now sorely tempted to release it onto the general market through our friends in Germany. Has there ever been a more kinky wedding video available in the shops? Look at them, a beautiful teenage slut, just married and carrying on her affair with her kinky old Uncle, now a transvestite and so willing to suck off her husband as a thank you for letting him wear her bridal gown. I am sure we could edit it to look like that or – maybe you would just like a few seconds to change your minds."

There was a pause.

"I won't do it," I spurted out.

"Well, well, well," scoffed Miss Anne. "Some people never learn about who makes the decisions around here. Is there a chain and a padlock available that we can fit around the waist of the pretty bride, so that she is unable to remove her strap on? Also make sure that her Uncle is unable to remove her bridal gown too easily.

All right you two. One last chance, either cooperate - or you are going for a ride in the 'Dark Secret' to be dropped off in the red light area where we will alert some of the girls and their punters to expect you. Think hard about it. How will you get home? What will your husband say when he awakes and can't find you. What will he say when he sees you in a porno magazine out in the streets with a just a dildo for company? How will he react when he finds your Uncle on another page and in another street dressed in your bridal gown? Just a couple of points to ponder before we call for the limo."

The idea of being out on the street in a bridal gown was quite appealing for a new tranny remembering the words of my friend Roberta but I would like to do it gradually. Kirsten was sobbing again. I looked at her in the mirror, there was, of course, just one answer.

"Let me suck him Kirsten, he is asleep and if I do it quickly I might be able to blow him off and he will never realise it. Perhaps the expert tongue of Anji will help me."