This my fantasy, I want a wedding ceremony

and a marriage like this!

A Love Transformed: The Marriage of a

Transgirl & Her Forever Man

Chrissy stood in front of the full-length mirror, her heart fluttering

with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The white

satin gown she wore was everything she had ever dreamed

of: elegant, form-fitting, with delicate lace details that

highlighted her curves. The sweetheart neckline framed her

décolletage, and the fitted bodice flared into a flowing skirt

that brushed the floor with every step. Her makeup was

flawless, accentuating her soft features, and her long, dark

hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders.

 

Today was the day she would marry George, the man who had

accepted and loved her for who she truly was. George, with

his salt-and-pepper hair and commanding presence, had

captured her heart with his confidence and gentle dominance.

He was older, experienced, and everything Chrissy had ever

wanted in a partner.

The wedding ceremony was held in a beautiful garden, the air

filled with the scent of blooming roses and the sound of a gentle

breeze rustling through the trees. Chrissy felt a surge of

emotion as she walked down the aisle, her gaze locked on

George, who stood waiting for her at the altar. His eyes shone

with pride and love as he watched her approach.

 

The ceremony was a blur of heartfelt vows and tender glances. When

George lifted Chrissy's veil and their lips met in a gentle, loving kiss,

it felt like the culmination of a journey they had both been on for years.

The applause from their friends and family echoed around them as

they turned to face their loved ones, hand in hand, ready to start

their new life together.

The reception was held in a grand hall decorated with twinkling fairy

lights and elegant floral arrangements. Chrissy and George moved

gracefully through the crowd, thanking their guests and sharing

their joy. The evening was filled with laughter, music, and dancing.

George's strong hand rested possessively on the small of Chrissy's

back as they moved together on the dance floor, their bodies

perfectly in sync.

As the night wore on, Chrissy felt a growing anticipation for what

was to come. Finally, they retreated to the bridal suite, a luxurious

room adorned with rose petals and lit by the soft glow of candles.

George closed the door behind them, turning to face Chrissy with a

look of pure adoration.

"You were absolutely stunning today, my love," George murmured,

his voice deep and resonant.

Chrissy blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you,

George. I still can't believe this is real."

George stepped closer, his fingers gently tracing the line of

Chrissy's jaw. "Believe it, Chrissy. You're mine now, and I intend to

show you just how much you mean to me."

With deliberate slowness, George began to undress Chrissy, his

hands deftly unbuttoning the back of her gown. The satin slid off

her shoulders, pooling at her feet and revealing the delicate lace

lingerie beneath. George's eyes darkened with desire as he

took in the sight of her, standing before him in nothing but lace

and anticipation. Chrissy's smooth skin, her smooth legs,

curvy thighs and back, and her full, plump buttocks was a

feast for George's eyes.

 

He guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet tender. Chrissy felt a thrill

of excitement as George's hands roamed over her body, exploring and

claiming every inch of her. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers

down her spine. She surrendered to his dominance, allowing herself to

be completely vulnerable and open to him. 

Their lovemaking was a dance of passion and intimacy, each

movement a testament to their deep connection. George's touch was

both commanding and gentle, guiding Chrissy to new heights of

pleasure. She responded to him with fervor, her body arching and

trembling under his skilled hands.

 

 

As they reached the peak of their passion, Chrissy felt an overwhelming

wave of love and fulfillment. George held her close, their bodies

entwined, their breaths mingling. In that moment, Chrissy knew

that she had found her true home in George's arms.

Afterwards, they lay together in the soft glow of the candlelight,

their bodies still intertwined. George pressed a kiss to Chrissy's

forehead, his hand gently stroking her hair. "I love you, Chrissy," he

whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, George," Chrissy replied, her heart swelling with

happiness.

 

 

They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, ready to

face the future together. Their wedding night had been a perfect

blend of romance and passion, a fitting beginning to their life

as husband and wife.

The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains,

casting a warm glow across the room. Chrissy stirred, feeling the

gentle rise and fall of George's chest beneath her cheek. She

lifted her head to see him watching her, a tender smile on his lips.

"Good morning, beautiful," George said, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

Chrissy smiled, her heart swelling with love. "Good morning, George."

She snuggled closer, feeling the comfort and safety of his embrace.

They lay in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the closeness.

George's hand traced lazy circles on her back, his touch sending

delightful shivers through her body. "Last night was incredible," he

murmured, his eyes locking onto hers.

"It was," Chrissy agreed, her cheeks flushing with the memory of

their passionate lovemaking. "I feel so... connected to you."

George's smile widened. "And I to you, my love." He leaned down,

capturing her lips in a slow, loving kiss that sent sparks of desire

through her once more.

As the kiss deepened, Chrissy felt the familiar stirrings of arousal.

George's hands roamed over her body, reigniting the flames of

passion from the night before. His touch was both tender and

possessive, making her feel cherished and desired.

George's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, nibbling and

kissing a path down to her collarbone. Chrissy arched her back,

giving him better access as soft moans escaped her lips. "George,"

she whispered, her voice breathy with need.

He responded by shifting his position, rolling them over so that

Chrissy was beneath him. He looked down at her, his gaze intense

and filled with love. "You are so beautiful, Chrissy. I could spend forever exploring every inch of you."

 

 

 

Chrissy's heart raced as George continued his exploration, his hands

and lips worshipping her body. He kissed his way down to her breasts,

taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Chrissy

gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed

through her.

George's hand slid lower, caressing her stomach and hips before

finding the heat between her legs. His fingers teased her, exploring

her folds and finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry

out in pleasure. He took his time, building her arousal with expert

precision, until Chrissy was trembling with need.

"Please, George," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

"I need you."

George looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Patience, my love,"

he murmured, though his own voice was strained with longing. He

continued to tease her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy before

pulling her to the edge of the bed, and spreading her legs. Holding

her legs in place, George finally positioning himself between her thighs

and, being pre-op trans, he had to poke his hard, mushroomed

head cock into her asspussy.

 

 

 

Chrissy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

She felt the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance, and

she moaned in anticipation. George thrust into her slowly, filling

her completely and making them both cry out in pleasure.

They moved together in a perfect rhythm, their bodies finding

the same intense connection as the night before. Each thrust

brought them closer, the sensations building to an almost

unbearable peak. Chrissy's nails raked down George's back,

her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

George's thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping as

he neared his own release. "Chrissy," he groaned, his voice

thick with passion. "I'm close."

"Me too," Chrissy gasped, her body arching towards him.

"Don't stop."

With a final, powerful thrust, they climaxed together, their cries

mingling as they were overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy. George

collapsed onto her, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling

from the intensity of their lovemaking.

They lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

George kissed Chrissy's forehead, his fingers gently brushing her

hair away from her face. "I love you, Chrissy," he whispered,

his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, George," Chrissy replied, her heart filled with a

profound sense of happiness and fulfillment.

They spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, talking

softly and sharing gentle kisses. Their love for each other felt even

stronger, their bond unbreakable. As they eventually rose to face

the day, they knew that their journey together was just beginning,

and that their love would guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead.