# 1: The Bride

Jolene gasped as her mother tightened her stays; her forty inch breasts straining against the lace trimmed satin cups which encased them. Another tug and she could barely breathe.

"Why must it be so tight?"

Janice looked at her bride about to be wed.

"Sam told his mother and I he wants you corseted to his desire for the wedding. He said your waist will be as small as he wishes until death do you part."

Jolene saw her waist was as small as her forehead.

Like everything, even the corset had to be just right or Jolene was punished. It had been that way since she and Sam started dating and their mothers agreed to the arrangement.

Her stocking seams had to be straight at all times. Her shoes had to have four inch stiletto heels.

Slips were not allowed; only lace trimmed petticoats as her mother dropped over her now. Three at all times to avoid any show through in the sun.

Janice buttoned the back of the gown and tied the bow. It too was to be to Sam's standards.

The bow had to be perfectly centered and tied in a double bow so it would not loosen.

Everything was designed so she could not dress or undress herself. Sam wanted control over his woman.

Even the buttons of all her dresses had to have a panel which folded over and zipped to a high lace collar, having a lock to secure it.
Janice slipped the lace gloves over Jolene's hands and secured them.

The white lace gloves had loops around the wrists between the palm and wide lace ruffle trim. A white ribbon was tied in a double bow so that it would be hard for Jolene to remove her gloves.

As Janice lowered the white, lace trimmed veil over Jolene's face it reminded her of her fate.

The gloves wouldn't need to be removed for a wedding ring. Sam had chosen a nose ring.

He would raise her veil at the time of giving the bride her ring and clip it to her nose. Then he would lower the veil back over her face until it came time to kiss his bride.

After the wedding kiss Sam would lower the veil again. She would remain veiled.

That was Jolene's future.

Every aspect of her life was micro managed by a governess Sam hired and all housework would be done by the maids he hired.
Jolene was his treasure. A beauty which was to be trained to be the perfect picture of femininity. A jewel which he could be proud to possess and do with as he chose.

Jolene looked at her mother through the lace trimmed chiffon.

"Why do I have to live this way?"

Janice smiled at her daughter.

"Joe, you always were a small feminine boy.

Sam's mother and I decided long ago that since you and Samantha wanted to one day get married you would never be able to be man enough for her.

We decided that you would be raised female and she would be raised male when not in public.
You see baby, you'll make the perfect bride and perfect wife.

Now remember, when you get to the alter, curtsy to your master."

THE END