An cute Anonymous request :)
Well, here it is. The most important day of my sister’s life. And kind of a big deal for me as well. God, she’s so beautiful. Just looking at how gorgeous she is in her white dress fills my heart with glee. I think I may cry again, like I did at the ceremony. I’ll admit it is at least liberating to feel free to show my emotion. I can’t imagine how hard it would have been to act all stoic if I were still a guy. Plus now that I’m a girl I get to be closer to her than I ever could have as a man. It still sounds all so incredible. Not only my little sister has married, but I am her maid of Honor.
The weeks leading up to this day were quite stressful for both of us. Sure, she had a lot more to deal with than me, but for me this day represents the day I finally embrace my newfound femininity. If anybody had told me just a month ago I would have dressed up all pretty and feminine in a wonderful dress, and worn high heels, and got to the hair saloon, and all that stuff, I would have called bullshit on that. Despite the fact that Second Puberty had changed my body forever I was not ready to just accept it and embrace my new life as a woman, and if possible I would have gladly kept living as a guy ignoring my transformed body.
But when my sis asked me to be her maid of honor there was no way I could have turned down that offer, no matter what accepting would have implied. She has always been by my side ever since we were kids, and when I was diagnosed with Second Puberty she has helped me coping with the changes since day one. For her I would have done just about everything, even coming to terms with my new identity. And I could not be happier about my decision.
As strange as it all still feels, it is great to be a woman. Now I finally understand it. I feel… beautiful! It is weird to admit it, but this is the happiest I’ve ever been in a long long while. And not just because I’m happy for my sister. It just feels so good to finally be at ease with who I have become. I love how gorgeous I look, how people look at me. And how that guy is ogling me up. He has had his eyes all over me ever since I stepped into the church. Now, I may not be an expert in these kind of matters, but I think he’s totally into me. I know I should probably be more unsettled by this, but actually I don’t mind it in the slightest. Maybe I will let him invite me on the dance floor. The maid of honor should not just stand in a corner while everybody is having fun. I mean, it’s not like I have to hook up with him or anything. Even though I may not mind that either. After all it will come a time when I will have to truly experience femininity. Why not do it in what is most likely going to go down as the happiest day of my life?