[TG] My Big Lesbian Wedding - Part 2

This is a commissioned sequel to last months free story winner! You can find it here. 

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“Bella and I would just like to say how much we appreciate everybody being here tonight!”

Alex was holding a glittering glass of champagne in his now thin hands, addressing the crowd with a charming smile. You’d never guess that only a few hours ago he’d been, well, a he. He moved his new, athletic but feminine frame with ease and looked just as confident as ever. Grant stood next to him doing his best to look at his friend with adoration and love; the sort of look people expected a woman to give her wife on their wedding day.

This entire reception had been a whirlwind of emotions; the transformation, the deal with Leela and Daisy, then all the mingling as they both tried to get a good grasp on exactly who they were now.

“It’s been such a huge day, the most hectic of my life.” Alex continued and Grant managed to stifle a giggle; he hated how his laugh sounded now. All high and giggly, it only reminded him of how different everything had become.

“But just look at Bella, isn’t she something, folks?”

Everybody clapped and Grant blushed deeper; he didn’t want to feel flattered about being called pretty but…he was. His curvy body was in a fitted dress that flared just below his ass, so his new, beautiful figure was shown off in stunning style. Alex was motioning for him to speak and Grant felt a lump form in his throat.

“I’m not good at public speaking.” He mumbled and the crowd laughed, oh no, was that a joke? Was Bella infamous for long speeches or something?

Grant felt his palms beginning to sweat; they just had to give this speech and they could leave fashionably early, as was expected. If he ruined things now, all Alex’s hard work would be for nothing. He was a deer in the headlights, staring out at the sea of faces; some familiar, some strangers. What was he supposed to do? What would Bella do?

Suddenly the choice was taken out of his hands as Alex appeared before him and before he knew it, their lips were together. Grant acted on instinct, returning the kiss as he had many times that night. He’d almost gotten used to it, after all, brides were supposed to be all over each other and it was surprisingly easy to enjoy.

His nerves melted away and Alex pulled back, giving him and then the crowd a cheeky smile.

“Sorry folks, I think I took her breath away a little too much tonight.”

Everybody laughed and a few clapped.

“We’ll see you all tomorrow, or maybe the day after…” he paused for dramatic effect, “Just don’t knock, unless you have some eye bleach handy!”

Another laugh and Alex laughed along with them; Grant felt jealousy as well as some other emotion he couldn’t identify swirl in his gut. Alex had the same booming, boisterous laugh he’d had as a man. The tone was different of course but it was just as wonderful and infectious as it had always been. He wished he would sound so confident.

Alex came to his side, draining the last of his drink and grasping Grant’s hand tight on his own; he could feel the warm metal of their wedding rings pressing against one another.

“Shall we retire, my love?” Alex asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively in a way that would seem flirtatious to an outsider but to them, it was an inside joke.

“Oh I thought you’d never ask.” Grant replied breathily, “Are you going to carry me over the threshold?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Grant stifled another giggle and watched as Alex’s brow furrowed; a tiny crinkle appeared next to his eye that Grant couldn’t help noticing.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Alex said seriously.

“What?”

“Hide your laugh, it’s pretty.”

And with that he took Grant's hand and began making their way through the crowd of well wishers toward the exit. Grant blinked in surprise; he’d said that so..matter of factly, like his laugh being pretty was something that was obvious. It felt odd, but nice all at once. That strange feeling fluttered in his stomach once more and Grant did his best to ignore it. On the way out his eyes locked with Leela and Daisy one final time, the latter raising a glass as if to say ‘good luck’.

“This reception venue has a honeymoon suite on site.” Alex explained as they made their way down the hall and up a staircase. “Kim told me, thank God, cause I have no idea where we live in this reality. At least now that’s a problem for tomorrow.”

“You were talking to Kim a lot at the reception.” Grant noted, his eyes still on their hands. Their fingers were still interlocked even though the need for such performances was over now that they were alone; had Alex forgotten?

“Yeah crazy right?” Alex laughed, “Apparently you two are way closer here, what with you being a girl, your dad wasn’t such a dick to her. I remember the stories you used to tell me about how he was obsessed with having the perfect son, so he basically ignored her through your whole childhood. In this life it seems like he ignored you both equally and now you don’t even speak since you’re-”

He turned and said in a spooky, over dramatic voice.

“Gay!” He then gasped as if it were the most scandalous thing in the world and Grant couldn't help it, he broke into a fit of giggles that he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.

By the time he’d gotten himself under control he realised Alex was staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face…and they were still holding hands. Both of them seemed to notice at the same time and sprung apart with twin blushes.

“Let’s uh, get out of these wedding dresses.” Alex suggested, pushing open the door to the honeymoon suite and closing it behind them. “Hopefully my little speech will mean nobody wants to bother us for a good long while so we’ll have time to figure all this out.”

Alex flopped down onto the bed; it was three times the usual size, easily big enough for them both to stretch out and sleep without having to be pressed up against one another. To Grant’s surprise; Alex seemed…tired. He rubbed his hands over his face and then cursed as he looked down to see mascara and lipstick smudged against his skin.

“You seemed to be doing just fine.” Grant shrugged, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and handing it over. “If I didn't know any better I’d say you were enjoying yourself.”

“You’re one to talk.” Alex scoffed, “I had to practically drag you off the dance floor.”

Grant blushed; it was true. At first it had just been an excuse not to talk to people. His anxiety had been building all night, and he was constantly afraid he'd say something that would tip people off to things not quite being right. Being on the dance floor was the only acceptable excuse not not talking at his own wedding, so he’d done that. It had also helped work out some of that nervous energy, though after a while it had just become fun.

“I don’t know how you did it; I find just walking in this thing difficult.” Alex admitted. “You were swinging your skirt around and everything.”

“Maybe because Bella is a more girly girl? Some sort of muscle memory?” Grant shrugged.

“Lucky.”

“Lucky?! At least you can get away with being a bit more man-ish, from what I overheard you’re supposed to be some sort of tomboy. But everybody expected me to be this frilly, girly, overly feminine woman. Something I have no idea how to be by the way.”

“Well I wouldn't mind some of those lady muscle memories right now.” Alex cursed, pulling at the bobby pins in his hair, “How am I supposed to sleep when it feels like a hedgehog curled up on my head.”

Grant felt his irritation melt away and he shook his head with a smile.

“Here, let me.”

He reached over and began taking Alex’s updo apart with ease. His dexterous fingers seemed to know exactly how to move to remove all the pine without tugging and soon Alex’s hair was tumbling over his shoulders, short, loose and free. He shook it out with a happy sigh.

“Much better, I’d offer to do yours but…”

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

Grant made short work of his own hair breathing in relief as it all turned loose. How had he not felt the tightness there all night? Perhaps this skull was used to it. Either way, it felt lovely having longer hair cascading down his back but also slightly…wrong. Maybe it was a habit from Bella or perhaps he was simply not used to having a woman’s long hair, either way he rummaged around in the suitcase with Bella’s name on it and pulled out some hair elastics. A simple bun held the long hairs out of his face and showed off his cheek bones; plus it felt much better.

“Well…now what.” Grant asked, they were still in their wedding dresses and the suitcases only had clothes for tomorrow morning. At least that’s what he assumed, unless Bella was the type to sleep in a sundress.

Alex bit his lip for a moment, that cute little crinkle appeared by his eye again and Grant held back a fond smile.

“Well, I guess we could look at each other naked.”

Grant almost choked on his own spit.

“What?”

“Why not?” Alex shrugged, “We’re both hot as hell now, and we have to live a whole year like this, we may as well inspect the merchandise so to speak.”

That strange fluttering feeling exploded in Grant’s stomach and he felt his cheeks turn hot.

“Come ooooon.” Alex urged. “I saw the way you were looking at me, and besides, it’s not like we’re ourselves right now. You like chicks, I like chicks. It’s a win-win scenario.”

Something stirred deep inside Grant and he bit the inside of his cheek. All that kissing tonight had primed his body for more, whether he wanted to admit it or not. And kissing Alex in this body had felt…nice. A little looking couldn’t hurt.

“We’ll need each other’s help to get out of these dresses anyway.” Grant reasoned, “Here, I’ll unzip you first.”

Alex turned around a little too eagerly and pulled back his loose hair so Grant could reach the zip. Grant swallowed and slowly pulled it down, revealing smooth, creamy skin and no bra strap at all.

“Strapless dress.” Alex explained with a nervous sounding giggle, as if reading his mind.”

“Mines the same, don't worry about it.” Grant replied, doing his best to keep his voice level.

Despite the strange circumstances; he was still undressing a beautiful woman and that made his heart race. Once the tight zip was undone the dress fell to the floor in a heap, leaving Alex in nothing but a pair of skin tight white panties, designed to be as thin as possible to avoid showing through the fabric.

“Right well…turn around.” Grant ordered awkwardly.

“You should get naked first, it’s only fair.” Alex argued, Grant could see pink creeping across the back of his neck and shoulders.

Alex, flustered, he never thought he’d see the day. It felt sort of nice, the shoe being on the other foot, at least for another minute or two.

“Fine,” he sighed, turning and offering his own zip, “go on.”

He could feel soft fingers at the nape of his neck and Grant held back a shiver, he never knew Alex could be so gentle. It only took a few seconds and his own dress was on the floor but it felt like an age. Every inch of silky fabric brushing against his skin as it fell felt incredible.

He couldn’t resist looking down at his own body and taking in all the details. His skin was warm and sunkissed, his nipple dark pink and the blush he could feel on his cheeks was now spreading across his thighs and chest. Rosy, was the word that came to mind, that and curvy. He was heavy in all the right places, a little thicker in the thighs and middle than most women wanted these days but it was well worth it for those wide hips and beautiful, round breasts. They hung like teardrops against his chest; firm and natural and the size most people had to pay for.

“Alright so, turn around on three?”

There was a tremble in Alex’s voice Grant couldn't quite place.

“Are you…nervous?” He teased.

“Oh shut up and turn around.”

Grant took a breath and did so, coming face to face with Alex’s new form. They were the same height but their builds were very different. Alex’s body was athletic, with thin but toned limbs and small perky breasts that sat below slightly wider swimmer's shoulders. His hair was shorter and framed his sharp face and that really was the word to describe him; sharp and angular. With all the feminine rappings but still a smaller, more agile build. Despite the small stature he seemed to radiate control and Grant’s mind suddenly conjured an image of that strong body holding him down. He was sure that frame was hiding more physical strength than it implied.

After roaming over his form his eyes found Alex’s and Grant couldn't help but gasp a little. He looked…enraptured. His eyes were wide and pupils blown not just with physical attraction but something…deeper. He’d never had anybody look at him like that before. The gaze made him feel special, even a little loved if he dared to think it.

“Wow, check out that rack.” Alex said in a choked voice, the words were so Alex it almost made Grant roll his eyes but he couldn’t help but feel there was some forced quality about them.

Like Alex had deliberately picked the crudest words possible to diffuse any sort of sexual tension building between them. It didn’t work, not even a little.

“They’re pretty sweet I have to admit.” Grant giggled, cupping them and sighing, “They feel nice too. What about yours?”

Alex reached for his own chest, running his fingers along the curves and across his own nipples, Grant was suddenly very glad he wasn't in a male body. He’d have been hard as a rock for sure. As it stood he could feel warmth and moisture beginning to form between his legs.

“Nice. But I wish they were as big as yours, I bet those are so soft.”

The yearning in Alex’s voice made the wetness between Grant’s legs grow and he found himself speaking before he could think.

“You can touch them if you like.”

It was a whisper but Alex heard it all the same.

“I won’t mind. We’re just…having fun after all.” Grant choked out.

Alex reached out and ran his fingers over Grant’s breasts, eventually slipping them beneath to gently lift and prod at them, feeling the weight. Grant sucked in a sharp breath; it felt different having somebody else's hands on them. After a few long seconds he reached out to run his own hands over Alex’s body, trying to distract himself from the wonderful feeling coiling in his gut as he was touched.

Alex’s body felt slightly toned, not muscular, but strong. He could feel the slightest raise to his stomach where the abs were, unlike his own which was totally flat.

“At least they made us hot.” Alex joked.

“Yeah.” Grant swallowed again, that wetness between his legs was starting to grow, he could feel his new pussy throbbing.

“So…I have an idea.” Alex said slowly, brushing his fingers over Grant’s nipples as they hardened. “Want to have sex?”

Grant felt thunderstruck; partly because the idea of having sex with his best friend was never something he’d considered, and partly because his body screamed ‘yes’ in response.

“Think about it, we’re both straight deep down right? So it’s not like we’re gay for trying it while we’re both in women’s bodies.”

“Two women sleeping together is pretty Gay Alex, ah! Oh that was nice.”

The last part popped out before he could stop iot in response to Alex pressing down on the hard buds that were his nipples right now.

“You know what I mean.” Alex argued, “Besides, imagine how good we will be at pleasuring women after this. We’ll get so much practice in, and we’ll have first hand knowledge of how it feels to be touched. We’ll have the girls falling at our feet.”

Grant hesitated; he wanted to keep going, damn he did but something in him was telling him to resist. It wasn’t right? Was it? Then again, who was going to judge them? After this year was up it wasn't like there would be any proof of this second life they’d lived and even if they told people, they’d never believe them. Alex made good points about the experience too; he was already learning so much. Like how sensitive nipples were and how lovely it felt to have something pressing down on them when they were hard.

“Besides, I can tell you want to.” Alex smirked, eyes darting down between Grant’s legs where a small wet patch was forming on his paper thin panties.

“We’re both women. How do we even…you know.” Grant turned red and Alex stepped closer so that their bodies were pressed together.

“Have you seriously not watched any girl on girl porn?” he teased.

“No!”

“Well, allow me to take the lead.”

Alex surged forward and kissed him again, but it felt different to the kisses they’d shared at the reception. There was nothing performative about it, and there was a lot more tongue. Kissing as a woman was actually more different than he expected. Their lips fit together in a subtly different want to what he was used to. But they both felt so lovely and soft gliding against one another.

Alex’s hands stayed at his breasts, fondling them in earnest now and eliciting a groan from Grant, he could feel Alex smiling against his lips.

‘Fuck it,’ Grant thought, ‘I may as well have fun.’

He threw caution to the wind and returned the kiss as best he could, holding Alex’s hips hard in place before slowly bringing their crotches together. He could feel the heat and wetness from Alex’s own pussy pressing against him and it caused them both to shiver. Grant swallowed up the sounds Alex made with gusto, pulling them as close as they could get till their breasts crushed together and Alex wrapped his arms around the nap of Grant’s neck.

They broke apart momentarily and Grant caught the mischievous twinkle in his friend's eye and they both started to giggle. This whole situation was so crazy! How could they not get swept up? Without hesitation Alex pulled Grant back onto the bed, allowing him to climb over his body and pin it to the bed.

“Funny, I would have expected you to be on top.” Grant teased, kissing Alex’s neck.

“Hmmmm, me too.” Alex mused, a second later a small cry of surprise left Grant’s lips as Alex effortlessly flipped them over, giving him a cheeky grin in response.

“Show off.” Grant struck out his tongue, Alex responded by lowering his lips to suck on his nipples.

All the air left his lungs in a high pitch whine and Grant could feel Alex smiling, even chuckling a little against his skin. There was no way he was ever going to live that down; but right now he didn’t care. What he cared about were the delicious sensations Alex’s tongue was creating. He had intended to focus so he could learn to do it himself but the pleasure overwhelmed all logical thought.

After a while he began to feel his body tightening and Grant realised he was letting Alex have all the fun. He reached down and pulled Alex back up to face him; enjoying the popping sound as Alex’s lips left his nipple. The two of them laughed breathlessly; thi was so much fun! Grant kept waiting for the awkwardness to set in but it never seemed to.

Instead he reached down Alex’s body till he found those panties, soaked but still in place, and removed them. Then before Alex could react his fingers found those folds and began to stroke; watching with glee as Alex’s face twisted into something of pure pleasure. He thrust his finger in and out a few times, experimenting and drinking in Alex’s sounds until he raised his hips up high enough that Grant’s finger slipped out.

He gave another breathy laugh, his face now flushed pink and pinned Grant’s hips beneath him. For a moment he rose up, hands on Grant’s shoulder, their crotches together and grinned.

“This is how two women have sex, well…one way.” He grinned before leaning down so that their bodies match up perfectly; breast to breasts, crotch to crotch.

He began to rub and thrust their pussies together, they were both shaved for the special occasion so there wasn't even any friction from hair. Grant groaned, feeling their clits rub up against one another. That tightness returned as all his muscles began to clench and the pleasure grew.

Grant could feel his hips stuttering as they bucked, desperate for more friction and he grabbed onto Alex’s shoulders, appreciating the muscle he could feel under his sloping shoulders until finally;

“Ahhhhh!”

His whole body shuddered as orgasm hit, Alex following a moment later. It felt so unlike any orgasm he'd ever experienced; the pleasure was the same yet it seemed to be intensified and filling his entire body. Not only that but it lasted so much longer. He could feel his pussy clenching over and over, each time bringing with it a new wave of pleasure. Even Alex collapsing in an exhausted heap atop him couldn’t stop the bliss.

After a few minutes they both came down from the high and the reality set in; he was naked, female and in bed with his best friend. Grant couldn't help it, he started to giggle; giggling was infectious and far more serious as a woman and soon Alex and he were in stitches until they finally rolled apart.

“That was awesome.” Alex sighed, “So worth it, man.”

That set Grant off again for a minute or two.

“S-sorry it’s just…today has been wild.”

“I know, right? I’m beat.”

Grant hummed in agreement. That strange fluttering feeling was back in his stomach; the one he couldn’t identify.

“Well, I think I can stand spending a year doing that.” Alex grinned, crawling up the sheets and into the bed.

“You’re sleeping naked?”

“Why not, after what we did sleeping without clothes is pretty tame.”

“Fair, and we’ll need the rest. Tomorrow we have to figure out where the hell we live and what we do for a living.”

Alex waved him off, already yawning.

“Tomorrow, right now I just want to sleep.”

“Yeah, me too. Wedding night duties complete!”

Alex snorted and Grant climbed into bed, curling up on the opposite side of the bed. The mattress was the most comfortable he'd ever used and yet, as the night wore on he couldn't help but feel tempted to roll over and snuggle up next to his new wife. For warmth, he told himself, despite the fact the night was hardly cold. That was the only reason though; the temptation definitely didn't have anything to do with that fluttering feeling in his stomach.