Elle nervously waited as her wedding party processed in, theen in black tuxedos and peach ties, the girls in short strapless dresses in a satiny peach holding pale yellow roses. Grasping her simple and elegant bouquet of peach and yellow roses, Elle took a deep breath. Evan's little nephews picked up her train, and the bridal music began. Through her veil, Elle could see that the church was anxiously waiting for her to enter.
The doors opened and Elle was shaking as she took her first steps into the aisle. Boy, was she glad she had worn flats. Her legs were so wobbly she would never have been able to walk in them. Following her maid of honor and his best man, Elle closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath, and felt almost as though she was being lifted from the ground.
At the altar, Evan was wringing his cold, sweating hands. He couldn't wait to see how beautiful Elle was in her dress, which he hadn't seen yet. He got his first look when the doors opened, and he was blown away. He closed his eyes, steadied his racing heart, and suddenly felt as though the whole world had melted away and he was floating on air.
When Elle re-opened her eyes as she breathed out, she was confused. She saw herself, looking radiant in her own gown. She quickly glanced down, and realized she was in her fiancé, Evan's body. Knowing everyone's eyes were on her and...well her, she struggled to stay calm. Hopefully people would put her shaking down to nerves.
"Ev, she's beautiful. It's okay, you can relax," his brother Brett whispered in his ear. Sure enough, Elle thought, no one suspected anything was awry. She looked back to her own body, realizing that if she was in his body, Evan must be in her body. When Elle looked, she could tell he was nervously darting his eyes around. She tried to give him a reassuring, knowing look. Elle had no idea how this had happened. This was supposed to be her day, and here she was watching, a spectator for now. How had this happened? What was Kevin thinking? Would anything go wrong?
After what seemed like ages, Elle's father was delivering Evan to her, and she walked her fiancé...now fiancée, to their small set of pews so Mass could begin. In hushed whispers as the priest began Mass, Evan and Elle tried to figure put what was going in. They both agreed the wedding had to go on. They loved each other, no matter what body they were in. Elle giggled in a totally unmanly fashion, saying, "Hey, well you look beauuutiful 'Elle'." Evan shirked her, and they fell silent as the first reading began.
Elle tuned out the priest, focusing on her situation. She felt so...big, and hulking. When she had sat down, she'd automatically crossed her ankles and keeping her legs together, until she realized how uncomfortable that was for her groin. Evan's dick kept getting in the way, and finally she spread her legs. She noticed Evan was smiling at her troubles, and she instantly gestured at him to cross his ankles, even under the dress.
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