The Wedding Ch. 02

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The Wedding

(Patti Cake Part 3)

Chapter 2 — Party in Pink Purgatory…

“Oh Wow Dale! You look fantastic! Very — Very pretty… I can hardly tell that you’re my boy anymore! Really sweetie I’m so impressed — and Patti you look gorgeous too… I knew that dress would look stunning on you — but Dale — my pretty — pretty — son… That dress is perfect; we couldn’t have found anything nicer could we Patti…?”

That was Mom gushing and fawning over the two of us as we met up with her in the entrance of Patti’s Gate-House, or I guess it was ‘our-house’ now because as I was being told all of us would be living there soon enough.

“He does look amazing doesn’t he..? And thank you, I loved this dress the second I found it -and can you believe it was only $50-bucks..?” Patti answered as we stood there at the bottom of the stairs in the well lit marble entry, the tile flooring reflecting and giving us some very good lighting… And seeing how Mom was dressed, it was easy to tell that she had splashed out on herself in Las Vegas as well.

Wrapped in a very sexy looking, black velvet cocktail dress that had a very high-cut slit at the side, revealing a good amount of ‘hip-flesh’ she looked stunning… — and as well, like Patti and I… Mom was standing much taller in her black sling-back high-heeled shoes that made her stocking covered legs look all that much sexier with her calves pulled high and tight.

Also, with her hair pinned up in a classy bun with two soft curling tendrils leading down from her temples in a feminine looking curl -and as well, her make-up very refined and understated bringing out her delicate features, she looked ravishing and I had to tell her so…

“Gosh Mom… You look so pretty… I love your hair and that dress is amazing — never mind me… I feel silly dressed like this with you two ‘real’ women showing me that I’m only pretending…” I said to her and Patti as well because that is how I saw them. They were the real women and I was just the sissy-boy imposter who only wished and hoped to be anything like them.

However, with this said, and dressed up as I was, in full make-up my pink party dress and my shoes, I did feel more ‘like’ a girl or a woman than I did in feeling male -and especially so with those roomy, satiny smooth bloomers caressing me, touching me -and then lastly, one of the final remaining vestige of my man-hood being taken away — my little dickie locked up, leaving me effectively ‘dick-less’ — just like a real girl…

No… I may not have been an actual female, but as I was then, dressed, locked up and essentially without male-parts — as it were — but I did feel like this was as close as I was ever going to get — without taking that ultimate step of going under the knife — and I certainly didn’t want that… Gulp!

“Well I guess it’s agreed… We all look spectacular!” Patti broke in as she put her arm around my shoulder then doing the same with Mom, we all shared a laugh mixed in with a lot of air-kisses before we parted and turned back towards the door.

“Oh wait! Hold on I almost forgot…” Mom said then, stopping us just inside the door as she opened her small matching clutch bag where reaching in, I only saw as a flash of her hand before I felt the cold mist hit me, before smelling the light fragrance of the perfume she had just sprayed all around me.

“Mmmm…” Patti cooed… “Oh that fragrance smells so nice on you Dale..! This is so exciting… I can’t wait to get up there! Tell me Jen, did you see many cars in the side lot..?” Patti went on, commenting about my ‘perfume’ as I wheezed and sputtered in the misty fragrant cloud Mom had just left me in…

Which name or brand it was I didn’t know but it was definitely a fruity, light woman’s perfume and not my subtle men’s cologne, my favourite — my Hugo Boss…

“Umm — no… I didn’t notice too many but there was a certain car there, belonging to someone I’ve told you about…” Mom replied, answering Patti’s question of how many people she thought might be there already and waiting for us to arrive while putting her perfume bottle back into her hand bag and saying nothing of her dousing me in the very feminine scent.

“Oh please… Are you two going to start doing this again? Keeping me in the dark..? Come on just tell me… Who is it Mom..? Whose car is there that you don’t want me to know about..?” I asked in earnest wanting the truth and sounding just a bit fed up, because I was…

Looking to Patti and frowning a little, like she still didn’t want to tell me, Mom waited a second, sighed then turning her gaze to me — she finally came out with it.

“Okay, I’ll tell you — but there is no getting up-set — and you are not backing out of this…” Mom started then, pointing her finger at me…

This didn’t sound good… This didn’t sound good at all…

“It’s your Uncle John…” She stated, leaving me wide eyed as a stripe of panic washed over me as she went on to explain…

“He called me the other night while we were jojobet in Vegas, and I guess after having a bit too much to drink I told him where I was and who I was with, but I didn’t say anything about you… Well not at first… I just told him that I was with your new fiancé and that you were going to be engaged… After that, he sort of dragged the rest out of me…” She finished telling me as I took a moment to swallow who she was saying was already up there waiting — waiting for me…

I felt a cold chill running through me… I couldn’t do this… There was no way on earth I could let my big, burly Uncle John see me like this, dressed as I was in my pink party dress, high-heels and make-up… “Oh God!” I said aloud while thinking this cannot be happening…

“Uncle… Uncle John..? Mom..?” I added in complete disbelief…

“How could you..? I can’t — there is no way…” I said back and I was quite upset –as to be expected… I felt like my whole evening was being taken away from me — this was awful news as far as I was concerned.

As scary as it already was in not knowing who would be seeing me this evening… But now? To find out that my Dad’s older cousin would be there — who was in fact my second cousin, but because of our vast age difference — I always called him Uncle John… Honestly, I wished she hadn’t told me, it was a perfect example of how sometimes I was better off being kept in the dark…

In all honesty, it felt like the air in my pink sissy-balloon had been let out, escaped and sucked away with one very loud, obnoxious pin prick that came in the form of my rude, crass Uncle John…

“How — how much did you tell him Mom? Like does he know I’ll be walking in there dressed like this? Or –or what about that night? When you first told me about him with –with you and Dad..?” I asked feeling scared, standing where I was, outside the house and not wanting to move, not wanting take one more step — not until I had some answers.

“Well, sweetie, he already knew that you were like your Dad in a lot of ways, so when I told him you were engaged he sort of laughed and didn’t believe me — and in your defence, I told him that yes you were getting married but it was going to be a ‘different’ type of relationship than he might have been thinking…” Mom went on, but still not telling me how much Uncle John knew of me and especially that of my current state of dress — which is what I was wearing — a dress!

Did he know I was going to be walking in there looking as I did? Dressed to the nines in this pink party dress the two of them had picked out for me?

“But he doesn’t know? He doesn’t know I’m — I’m who I am now…?” I asked, not really able to say it, well not in so many words…

It still was difficult admitting out loud that I’m a sissy, and probably always would be… Saying and admitting that I’m a cross dressing, beta-male — and when I thought of it then, I was convinced that Uncle John would see me as being even weaker and less of a man than my father ever was — and for good reason.

Sure, I know and remember Mom saying that Dad would wear panties sometimes, but mostly when he was in his own version of sub-space, when it was hitting him the hardest, during those times his cuckold pain and angst were at their utmost… While his wife was fucking another man — and that man was usually my Uncle John…

But at least that’s all my Dad was dressed in, just a pair of panties — worn more so to show his subservience, rather than him being what I had become… A full-blown bisexual, cross dressing sissy…

I was scared now and shaking with Patti and my Mom coming to my side, I really didn’t want my Uncle John seeing me like this…

“Hey… Aww sweetie it’s alright…” Mom began, consoling me…

“I know I tell you all the time not to worry so much -but I’ve always been sincere when I tell you that sweetie… Just as I am this time…” Mom went on, telling me as she pulled me to her, her arms going around me in a hug as Patti stood with us holding me as well, her head tilting to meet mine.

“He does know that you are like your Dad, I’ve told him that you are a sweet, sweet soul — and honestly, it was him… It was your Uncle John who came out and said it… He was the one who said that you were a cross dresser…” Mom explained as I leaned back, our three way hug coming to an end as I looked at her with a renewed fear in my eyes.

“I know sweetie… I was surprised too when he said it, when he came out saying that he would bet money on you being a ‘pansy’ who likes wearing dresses and girls clothes… I’m sorry Dale, he caught me off guard -and when I didn’t reply right away, he said that my silence was telling him all he needed to know and that he was right… And, well he is right isn’t he sweetie? I guess he was just smart enough to find out on his own — without me having to telling him…”

Helping me along and not saying anything for a second, Patti and Mom soon had me between them, seated scrunched up together jojobet Giriş in the front seat of the golf cart and as I gathered my thoughts I had to ask if he sounded like he was being mean or an asshole when he figured it out… I wanted to know what his mood sounded like…

I thought and then asked… “Okay, he knows I’m a cross dresser -but what else am I walking into? A night of humiliation and ridicule? -or is it something else?”

“Well that’s the funny part Dale… He didn’t seem to really care, he didn’t make any snide remarks like I was expecting, so I just let it drop and went on telling him about Vegas for a few more minutes before I told him I had to go and that I would send him the details on the party tonight…” Mom ended, trying to help me to settle down some, but it wasn’t really working…

But then on top of everything, she said something else…

“Dale…” She said, saying my name, but for some reason, I knew she wasn’t calling me because I was sitting right beside her…

“You know… I’ve been thinking…” She went on as Patti drove us up towards the front of the big house, the one I was still to ever set foot inside but yet, with Mom saying my name like that, like in more of a question — my curiosity was turned momentarily away from the fate that awaited me inside Darren and Carol’s huge converted stone farm house as Mom continued…

“Sweetie… Dale… Have you ever given though to maybe using a different name while you’re like this..? While you’re all dressed up looking so pretty, feminine and proper — like a good sissy girl should..?” She asked leading to something… Something else I knew I wasn’t going to like…

Thinking I paused, then stuttering out a long “N-nooooo” -and also adding in a questioning, drawn out “Why-y-y-y-y..?” with my voice going up at the end…

Gritting with my teeth I readied myself for this next hit that knew was still coming — because in my world — this stuff never ends…The hits, they just keep coming…

“Well, I was thinking that when you’re all dolled up like this, looking so pretty and so beautiful, I was thinking that you might want to adopt a new name… A different name — maybe a feminine sounding version of your own name…” Mom went on; letting us in on this newest idea of hers, once more bringing up something I never would have considered.

“You mean something like ‘Gail’ — instead of ‘Dale’..?” Patti asked from my right, piping up and adding her two cents, my head turning to look at her with an annoyed shock and surprise.

“Yes Patti, that’s good, I thought of that too, and no offence to any one named Gail, but I was thinking of maybe expanding that name, maybe taking the name a little farther…” Mom answered, to which Patti asked “How so..?” wanting Mom to tell us what name she was thinking of, what feminine-girl’s name she wanted to give me, one that I would be known as, and associate with while I was dressed up, being my ‘sissy-self’…

“Well…” She began to answer, but pausing again for the effect, she left us hanging that much longer…

“I was thinking… How about ‘Gabrielle’..? How does that sound? ‘Gab-ri-elle’… it sounds French and sexy –and it sort-of rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it..? ‘Gabrielle…” Mom added, saying the name with a flourish of her hand, in a grand gesture but me? Well, it was needless to say that I was very much against the idea, quickly voicing my disapproval.

“Oh God Mom, you can’t call me that! G-Gabrielle..? That’s some — that’s some snotty girl’s name…” I moaned back at her, putting up my vain protest -which of course I also knew would do me no good… But I had to say something at least… I mean really? They’re going to call me ‘Gabrielle’..?

“I love it..!” Patti broke in then, adding in her excited sounding approval as I turned to give her ‘that-look’ once more- but by now I knew… I knew that like the milking they’d performed on me, and then putting me into the chastity cage, -and then lastly, the pink party dress — and then this… Wanting to change my name… Like I said… The hits, they never seem to end, and there was no getting around it, I was going to be called ‘Gabrielle’…

I also knew that arguing would do me no good — it would seem the jury was in on this -and now that the verdict had been read… I shook my head in quiet disbelief as we crossed over this next threshold along this long boulevard of my never ending humiliation…

But then, I didn’t have a chance to pine too long because we were there… We had arrived, pulling up to the grand front entrance, stopping at the bottom of the wide staircase leading up to Darren and Carol’s house… ‘The big house’ as we all called the old stone farm-house turned mansion…

I could feel my pulse quicken and my palms going clammy…

“You’re not going to call me that from now on are you..?’ I asked in a last plea as Patti pulled the golf cart to a stop and stepping out on my right, with Mom then doing the same on my left, the pair of them leaving jojobet Güncel Giriş me to scamper out after them while trying not to kill myself wearing high-heels on the gravel driveway.

“Yeah why not..? It’s a really pretty name — ‘Gabrielle’… Enjoy it; its lovely darling and so are you!” Mom said back to me smiling but I wasn’t buying it, letting her see me frowning back at her as we ascended the long, wide steps leading up to the big arched set of double doors.

Normally, with my love of houses and all things architectural, I would be describing the front entrance to this great looking Mason and converted farm house but at the moment, I believe that I was otherwise occupied… Or more like I was pleading and praying that my name wasn’t going to be changed to Gabrielle…

“Oh please… Please, you can’t introduce me as that, not Gabrielle; you can call me that in private…” I begged trying to get out of this next major embarrassment but stopping Mom turned to me looking somewhat mad…

I too stopped in my tracks as I held onto Patti’s arm, stopping we were both looking at her; I hoped I hadn’t up set her too much…

“Let me ask you this…” She began, and she did sound kinda pissed…

“Do you think you look like someone named ‘Dale’ right now..?” She asked sounding a bit more stern than I liked. I knew I’d better back down lest I made things worse.

“N-No… I know… I know Mom your right; please don’t be mad at me… I’ve just had so much dropped on my today, and now this, having to go in here, letting people see me dressed as — as Gab- Gabrielle…” I stuttered, saying the name, weary and long suffering, but mostly fearing Mom’s wrath, I caved as usual, this time accepting the name change as being my newest fate…

This fate of losing yet another part of me — destined to be someone else… Not only was I devoid of any maleness, sissified and dickless — but then too was I also nameless… Stripped of yet one more piece, one more layer in the thinning veneer of my male-persona… I was no longer me; I was no longer ‘Dale’… I was becoming ‘Gabrielle’…

“I’m not mad sweetie; I’m just stating the obvious… But don’t worry, we won’t be carting you off to the registry office and having your name changed, you’ll still be Dale Horn — for a while — at least until your wedding day…” Mom said then, telling me she wasn’t mad but also, telling me that I’d still be known as Dale… Or at least until the wedding and whatever that meant… Again, I didn’t have the chance to find out as Patti opened the two big doors — calling out, announcing our arrival…

***

“Hello..! We’re here..!”

Echoing, Patti’s voice rang out in the stone entrance and hallway leading down and back into the house, and for a moment of relief, I found myself permitted in being distracted with the grandeur of this place…

So much stone and the doors, all oak and with old fashioned Gothic peaks, like they would have had in like the 1200’s or some crazy old time like that…With the huge high ceilings and the awesome hanging wagon-wheel wrought iron light fixtures held up on black chains set at intervals along the long corridor, it really gave you a feeling of stepping back in time.

Apparently Carol had everything built and installed under her watchful eye, and as I looked around I was finding that the more I learned about Carol, the more I was falling in love with her, especially so in her taste for design and decor because like the fishing lodge, this place was just as spectacular — if not even more so…

And speaking of Carol – “Hi… We’re here in the Parlour…!” We heard from down the hall as Patti’s sister popped out from a double set of the same Gothic archways much farther down the hallway…

Rushing our way and coming to greet us, I could see that Carol as usual and without expecting any less, she looked stunning as well…

As I’ve said before much earlier and probably quite often, Carol is an absolute hottie in every way, except for maybe her tiny little titties, but even still, they suit her and only add to that smoking-hot skinny-girl look she always has going on -and tonight, that effect was turned up to ten on the mature-hot-woman scale.

Dressed in a short cocktail dress not unlike Mom’s save for the fact that Carol’s above the knee, form fitting little party-dress was made completely of black sequins that shimmered and moved with her, changing and sparkling in the light.

“Oh-my-God..!” She began, slowing her pace as she neared the three of us working our way down the cavernous hall, her eyes zeroing in on me…

“Dale..? That can’t be you..? You look incredible! Wow! I’m impressed ladies… He looks so amazing — and so passable too!” Carol added as she came up to me, singling me out, her hands resting on my upper arms while looking deep into my eyes and speaking not to me but to the two women flanking me — the ones who did this to me…

“That is him! But you can call ‘her’ Gabrielle from now on… Or at least when ‘she’s’ dressed up and looking so pretty for all of us…” Mom added, bringing an emphasis to calling me ‘her’ and ‘she’ as Carol continued to drink me in, looking me over, checking me out like she was examining some glittery bauble in a jewellery store window.

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