Evan and Elle fidgeted uncomfortably throughout the ceremony, right up to their vows. Evan was still uncomfortable with the unfamiliar weight of breasts , and he kept looking down, as if to be sure they were there. He missed his penis. It was so weird being able to cross his legs and not have that familiar pressure. It was unnatural to him. Everything about this was unnatural to both Evan and Elle. When they stood up for their vows, Elle stepped far too heavily and made loud, thundering steps. Evan was thrown off by his new center of balance, the long train, and the way the veil got in the way of his field of vision. He was viewing everything through a gauzy, white film. It was so annoying!
Despite the crazy circumstances, they still meant every word of their vows. What they were both trying to get past was kissing themselves. With tears in his piercing blue eyes, framed by luscious mascara-ed lashes, Evan looked up into his own face at the words, "You may now kiss the bride." Elle gently lifted his veil, pushed a curl from his face, and leaned in for a quick kiss. She wasn't ready to kiss herself, even if it was really Evan.
When the church broke into applause, Evan looked up at Elle and said, very softly, "I still love you Elle. This doesn't change anything baby." Elle wiped a tear from her eye and smiled back, "I know Ev, I know. I love you too honey." when they processed out, Evan and Elle got into their limo. Thankfully, there were alone, and finally had a moment to talk alone about their situation. Closing the driver's window into the back for privacy, they cuddled close together. Elle was leaning on Evan, like she always did, his hand stroking her cheek. The only thing was that the scene looked slightly backwards.
Elle sighed, and said, "Do you think we'll change back?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I just know that this can't change anything. Even if it means being ficked instead of fucking, we'll make this work. I promise."
"We just have to get through the reception, and then we have our whole week in the Bahamas to work through this. Or...you have to get through the reception. Better get your dancing heels on. It IS your night, after all."
They spent the rest of their ride to their reception cuddling in their backwards way, talking about the strangeness of being in each other's bodies. When they arrived, Evan and Elle walked into a room full of family, friends, and coworkers congratulating them. They sat through dinner, with Elle keeping a close eye on Evan's table manners and reminding him to walk around and socialize with everyone. By the end of dinner, Elle had eaten a full meal and Evan had just barely touched his food, from greeting everyone who came over to congratulate them, to flitting around and thanking everyone for coming.
After the cake was cut, they had the father-daughter dance. Evan tried his best to simply follow, but had no idea what to do when Elle's father broke into tears. He mustered up a sad expression, and simply buried his face in Elle's father's shoulder. He usually stood several inches taller, but as Elle he had to look up to see into her father's eyes. At the end, Evan actually felt teary, and when he was handed off to Elle, they slowly danced together. It was difficult, reversing the positions so that Elle led and Evan followed, so it was mostly just standing close and swaying. After several dances together, Evan was stolen by Elle's brother, then her cousins, then her grandpa, then her uncle. Elle simply stood with the guys, joking and dancing with a few of her littler female relatives and Evan's sister.
Evan was passed from person to person, when he ended up with one of his old college friends, who was very clearly drunk. He had once had a crush on Elle and was quite the player. As they danced, Evan felt uncomfortable with the way Mike's hand was sliding farther and farther down his waist, until it rested on his butt. Not sure how to react, Evan stayed quiet. Then Mike pulled Evan in closer, and Evan felt his breasts squish up against Mike's pecs. He pulled away, but not before Mile copped a feel. Now he finally saw what Elle had always told him about Mike. He made a note to tell her she was right all along.
When Elle finally decided to rescue Evan, she couldn't find him...and then she looked up. All of the boys from the wedding party had Evan up in a chair and were walking him through the crowd.
By the end of the night, everyone was thoroughly exhausted, drunk, giddy, and happy. Evan and Elle left the party as it was still going, amidst many jokes about their marriage night and upcoming honeymoon. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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