"No" you moan, but you can clearly see that Megan is right. You new breasts, and curves are obvious, with the gown highlighting them perfectly. You don't want to look any further, but you know that you're missing something important. With a shaking, but much slimmer gloved hand, you reach for your head and find that you're now wearing a pendant, and matching earings. There is no further doubts. For some reason Mom turned you into the perfect bride!
Mel looks at you with a mixture of dread and longing. "John, by the looks of things, I think you're about 18 now. Wish that I'll look like that when I'm 18. Wonder why Mom turned you into a bride"
"I don't know" you snap. The pressure is getting to you, and the fact you can't get the gown off, isn't helping. "I hope Mom hasn't planned anything, like a wedding. I don't think this bride thing suits me."
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