Today was the day for the final fitting for all of the bridesmaids. My sissy husband offered to drive me to the dress shop to pick up my dress. The other bride’s maids were already at the dress shop getting their fitting. When they saw my husband, they made a fuss for him to leave since they were dressing and undressing. My sissy husband went out to the car in the parking lot and waited. I came out to the car after all of the bride’s maids were done with their final fitting, and asked him to come back inside. Before we left the house to come to the dress shop, my sissy husband suggested that he carry all of the boxes containing the completed bride’s maids dress to each of the bridesmaid’s cars. The bridesmaids decided to go out to the nearby bar to have a celebration cocktail, and I decided to join. My sissy husband went inside the dress shop to gather the boxes which were labeled with all of the bridesmaid’s names on them. He waited until all of the ladies left, and the dress shop employee went out for a coffee break. Then, my sissy husband opened all of the boxes. He took out each dress, one by one, and held it in front of himself, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was trying to see which one would fit him. He found the largest one, and when he looked in the mirror with the dress in front of him, he chose that one to try on. He placed the dress on a back of a chair, and removed his clothing. He picked up the beautiful dress, which was pink, with ribbons and ruffles, and a wide, long skirt. He pulled the dress over his head, placed his arms through the armholes, and pulled the skirt down over his body. He reached around to pull up the zipper. Then, he turned to look at himself in the mirror. He stared at himself, and was amazed about how wonderful the dress looked on him, and how pretty he felt. He really wished he could be a bride’s maid too!
Just then, he heard a noise, then he heard the door opening. He thought it might be the dress shop employee, who would go into the front of the store, and not in the fitting room where he was. But he was wrong! The bridesmaids were returning from the bar. They came into the fitting room and found all of the gowns spread out all over the room. The bride’s maid who could not find her dress started to look for it. She could not find it anywhere. Then she saw a piece of the hem of a dress stuck in the bathroom door. She opened the bathroom door, and there was my sissy husband wearing her dress with his face in his hands. He was shaking as he apologized for ruining the dress weakly to the angry bride’s maid. She complained that her dress was ruined, since there was a visible stain on the front of the dress in the middle originating from inside of the dress. My sissy husband was crying now. His face was beet red. He promised to buy her another one, and closed the bathroom door. He opened it again, and came out of the bathroom wearing his own clothes and was carrying the dress. All of the bridesmaids started to snicker at my sissy husband, then began laughing very loudly at him, calling him a sissy.
All of the way home when I was alone with my sissy husband, he did not say anything, just sat there and drove with his face beet red and had the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face!
