Well, I’ve met the other bride’s maids, and it went well. I think that they were all shocked when they first met me, and full of questions. But, I was quickly accepted as one of the girls. And, one of them even said, “You should have been born a girl.” Why do some people feel that way? Oh well, I don’t.

My breast forms are now attached, and it has provided me with an interesting insight on what it might be like to have breasts. I’m glad that mine will come off.

The wedding is this Saturday, and I’m really getting nervous. If the wrong people find out about me, this wedding isn’t going to be good.

 

This morning I didn’t have to worry about putting my forms in my bra, but I did have to figure out how to put the bra on while having breasts. And, when I went down for breakfast, my mother asked, “You have your forms in already?”

“Yeah”, I replied, “They’re attached.”

“Attached! As in glued on?”

“Yeah.” And, I went on to tell her what the seamstress and the girl at the costume shop had told us.

She just shook he head. Then I asked, “Mom. Are you really okay with all of this?”

“I guess. I was in it from the beginning.”

“And, were the one that suggested that I live as a girl until the wedding.”

“I know. But, I’m not seeing anything of my son anymore. Is he coming back?”

“Yes. He’ll be back as soon as the wedding is over.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“We’ll see.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Honey. In the past week and a half, I’ve watched you become a girl. You talk like a girl, walk like a girl, shop like a girl, and act like a girl. You seem to love being a girl. You even have a girlfriend that loves you as a girl. And, I wonder if Peter will ever be back.”

“Mom. Don’t worry. Peter will be back. It’s been fun being Becka, and learning what it’s like to be a girl. But, I need to be Peter. And, Sara needs Peter too.”

“Okay honey.”

“You going with us to the Nail-Go-Round to get your nails done?”

“No. I’m going to meet you there. I’ve got to stop at the cleaners and pick up your father’s dress uniform.”

“I almost forgot. This is going to be a military wedding.”

Two hours later I picked up Sara, and we headed to the Nail-Go-Round. The first thing I said to Sara after a “Hi lover”, and a kiss was, “How do you sleep with breasts.”

“What did you just say?”, she asked.

“I asked, how do you sleep with breasts?”

“I thought that’s what you said. I just wanted to be sure I heard you right. Why?”

“Well. I tried sleeping with them last night. And, I like to sleep on my stomach, and couldn’t.”

She grinned at me, and said, “You’ll get use them. Just sleep on your side.”

“That’s what I ended up doing.”

Shortly we were joining all the others at the Nail-Go-Round. And, I mean all, my mother, Sara’s mother, Linda, and the other brides maids. This is a big shop, and they had called in extra girls, so that we could all be worked on at once. The girls doing the work were all Asian, and they spoke with each other in their native tongue while they worked on us. Everyone was getting both a manicure and pedicure. The bride and all the bride’s maids were getting fancy nails.

I sat there, between my mother and Sara, as they worked on us. My girl first evened up my nails, so they were all the same length, and went over them with a fine nail file roughing them up a bit. The cuticles came next, as she pushed them back. She then cleaned them, and carefully selected and applied a tip to each finger.

Then she started to apply the acrylic to my nails. And, boy did that smell. Using a small brush, which she first dipped in a liquid and then some powder, she worked quickly on each nail until it looked like the tip was part of my nails.

When she was done with all ten fingers, she told me to rest my hands on the table, and to not touch anything. Then she went to work on my toes. She didn’t do any fancy painting, but used a pink polish, and added white tips.

When she was finished with my toes, she checked my finger nails to see if the acrylic had set completely. And, when she was happy with them, she filed and shaped each one, so they were all the same length, with a really square tip.

She then put two coats of a very pretty pink polish on each nail. When that was dry, she added two coats of white polish to the tips. Then hand painted on a small white flower close to the outside edge and just behind the white tip of each nail, and placed a small diamond looking stone in the middle of each flower. Then, she added some small white dots on top of the pink, and two thin sparkly silver lines across the outer edge of the tips. Then put on a clear coat to protect her work.

I looked at my hands, and I liked what I was seeing. My fingers looked longer, and with the rings that I wore, including the promise ring, they looked very feminine. I wondered if it was going to be hard getting used to working with longer fingernails.

When we were all done, everyone looked at each other's nails, and especially Linda’s. Linda’s were a little different, what was white on our nails was gold on hers. And, they looked very pretty.

Sara and I had to get ready to leave for West Point tomorrow with her parents and Linda. So, we stopped at her house, and got her bags packed. And, I learned that, yes, it’s harder to work with longer nails. But, the more I did, the easier it got.

I kidded her about how much stuff she was taking. She just looked and me, and said, “You just wait.”

We took her stuff down to where her dad was trying to figure out where to put everything. Luckily he had a car top carrier, and a lot of our stuff would go in there. Then we went to my house, and started packing my stuff. And, as we did, she would hand me something to pack, and I’d say, “I don’t need that.”
She’d look at me, and say, “Take it. You’ll need it.”

And, I’d pack it.

I finally gave up saying, I don’t need it. And, just packed everything that she handed me. I ended with a little more then she had, like the foam head for the wig. We carried, or should I say dragged, my things to her house, so her dad could pack the van. His comment, as we pulled everything up to the van was, “Why do girls have to take so much stuff?”

Sara, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Daddy. It’s a girl thing.”

I really hoped that there was enough room in the Colonel’s van for the five of us, and all the clothes that we four girls were taking.

That evening after dinner, I was helping my mother with the dinner dishes, and she said, “I don’t know if I like you and Sara sharing a room.”

I looked at her, and said, “I hope this isn’t going to be like the talking to Sara got.”

“What do you mean?”

I went on to tell her what Mrs. Monroe had said to Sara in front of me, Linda, and Vicki. She shook her head, and said, “She shouldn’t have said things like that to Sara. Especially in front of the three of you.”

“I know. I felt so sorry for Sara. You don’t know why she’s so strict with Sara and not Linda. Do you?”

“No honey. I don’t. Hasn’t Sara told you anything?”

“No. And, I don’t want to pry. And, mom. I have a lot of respect for Sara, and we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t do anything like that until it was the right time.”

“Right time?”

“When and if we get married.”

“Do you think you can do that?”

“Mom, there have been many times that we could have, but didn’t. It’s hard, but we’ve done it. Or, really haven’t done it.”

“But, being together in a hotel room could be too much of a temptation.”

“Mom. We know. But, please trust us.”

“I will. Your father trusts you. He said, that I shouldn’t say anything.”

“Will you please just trust us?”

“Yes.”

It’s about a five hour drive from Washington to West Point, and Colonel Monroe wanted to get an early start. So, it was early to bed.

 

I was up early this morning. And, I’d slept better than I had the night before. I had finally found a comfortable position.

I took a shower, and I still wasn’t used to the way the breasts moved when I wasn’t wearing a bra. But, I was getting used to the weight. I did a close shave, and even though I probably wouldn’t shave again until we were back, I packed my shaving gear in my travel case.

It was going to be a warm late June day. So, I slipped into the special panties, which surprisingly I was getting used to wearing, a pretty pink bra, a pair of pink shorts, a pretty white blouse, and slipped into my new wedgies. Then, I sat at my dresser and put on some light makeup. I slipped on my wig, and put it in a ponytail. I stood up, looked at myself, and smiled.

I went downstairs, and my mom and dad were eating breakfast. My dad saw me first, and said, “You look pretty this morning princess.”

“Thanks daddy.”

“Hank.”, my mother asked my dad, “How can you treat him as a girl so easily? You’ve done it right from the start of all this.”

“It’s easy.”, my dad said, “When I look at her I see a girl. A pretty girl. I know that she needs to be treated like a girl right now, because what she’s trying to do to help the Monroe’s.

“When you first told me what he was doing, I figured that he wouldn’t look good or wouldn’t really go through with it. But, when I saw him that night, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He looked like a girl, even acted like one. He even sat on the couch like a girl would. So, it was easy to treat him like a girl.

“When we were at the Navy Yard, and he was back to being Peter. He was Peter. There was no sign of a girl, except for the pierced ears. I was happy to see that he was Peter. But, now he’s back to being Rebecca.”

My mother was just sitting there nodding her head, then said, “You’re right. It’s like two different people in one. Watching as he became Rebecca so easily, was interesting. And, I’ve seen Sara interact with her. She really likes it when he’s Rebecca.”

“Guys.”, I said, “Becka is part of me. When this wedding is over. Peter will be back. But, I also know that Becka won’t be far away. And, don’t be surprised when she comes back from time to time. Because she will. I like being her. It feels good.”

“Peter.”, my dad said, “And, I’m going to call you Peter right now. Like I told your mother, I’ve know that you’ve had a softer side for a long time, and that you didn’t want to go to a military academy. And, you know, that’s fine. You are your own person, and need to do what makes you feel good. So, do it.”

I walked over, gave my mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then did the same to my dad. Then I just said, “I love you guys.”

Then, my dad asked, “Aren’t you leaving early this morning?”

I looked at the clock, and said, “Yes. And, I’ve got to run.”

“You have fun and behave yourself.”, my mother said,

“I will.”

Then, I gave them both another kiss on the cheek. And, as I walked out the door, I said, “See you tomorrow some time.”

When I arrived at the Monroe’s house, I found out that the van was very crowded with baggage. And, the seating was going to be very tight. The Colonel and Mrs. Monroe were up front. And, Linda, Sara, and I were going to sit in the middle seat. The Colonel had removed the third seat to allow for all the luggage that wouldn’t fit in the car top carrier.

I whispered to Sara, “I should have come with my parents.”

Sara whispered back, “No way lover. I want your company.”

The traffic between Washington and New York City can be ugly, and it was. The supposedly less than a five hour drive to West Point actually took a little over six hours, including the necessary stops.

I noticed that just before we got to our hotel, that Sara was getting a little uncomfortable. I asked her if she was okay? She whispered to me that she had to go. I told her to tell her dad. She said, no, that we were almost there and she could wait.

As soon as we pulled up in front of the hotel, Sara was out of the van and running into the hotel. We checked into the hotel, and then helped the hotel staff get the luggage sorted for the proper room. Sara finally came back, and apologized for running off.

All of the bridal party's rooms were on the same floor, except Linda's. Our room was a nice big one, with two queen size beds, nice large bathroom, and a view of the Hudson River. Sara and I unpacked, and then just laid down on our respective bed and fell asleep.

We were startled awake late in the afternoon by the phone ringing. Sara answered it, “Hello” . . . “Yeah mom. We unpacked, laid down to rest, and just fell asleep.” . . . “Yes mom. Our own beds.” . . . “Okay. We’ll see you at six in the restaurant. Bye.”

Sara put the phone down, and said, “Damn it. I’m so tired of that.”

I knew she was upset, and I asked her, “Babe. What’s wrong?”

“I just hate it when my mother keeps reminding me to behave myself.”

“Why does she keep after you like that, and not Linda?”

“I’m sorry, but I promised that I’d never tell.”

“I know. But, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks.”

After dinner the Colonel took us on a drive around West Point pointing out all the historic spots. Like the barracks he lived in when he went here, the West Point Club, where the reception was going to be, the various monuments on campus, and the stadium where he played football. Then we stopped where the wedding was going to be, the Chapel of the Most Holy Trinity. We went in and looked around. It was pretty, with its early 1900's architecture, stained glass windows, woodwork, and all. I knew that the Monroe’s had been here before, when they had worked with the wedding planner in setting up the wedding.

I guess with a wedding this big, and living as far away as we do, you have to work with someone to make it happen.

When we were done, we went back to the hotel. Sara and I went and sat on a bench, on the river side of the hotel and watched the river. She was quiet, actually quieter than usual. It was like she was in deep thought. Shortly after the sun set, Sara got up, took my hand, and we went up to our room. I took another shower, and got ready for bed. When I walked out of the bathroom, Sara grinned at me, and said, “You are sexy in that nightgown.”

“Yeah right. A girl’s body with a boy’s head is sexy.”

She just grinned at me, and walked into the bathroom. I laid down on my bed, turned on the television, and tried to find something to watch. Which I did.

A while later when Sara came out of the bathroom, I looked at her, in her baby doll nightgown, and said, “Now. That is sexy!”

She smiled, walked over, and sat on her bed. Then she said, “Lover. I think you need to know why my mother is the way she is with me.”

I turned the television off, and said, “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I don’t think you keep anything from me. So, I don’t want to keep any anything from you.”

“Why?”

“Don’t we love each other?”

“You know we do.”

“Don’t you think keeping secrets from each other is a bad thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. When Linda was a freshman in high school, she got pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“And, had an abortion behind my mom and dad’s back. It was botched. And, she almost died.”

“Oh God!”

“And, because of the way it was botched, she can’t have children.”

“That’s why your mom is the way she is with you?”

“Yeah. She doesn’t want me getting pregnant. And, please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Now. Do you remember when I ran to the restroom when we got here?”

“Sure.”

“Well. I used the restroom just outside the bar.”

“So?”

As she reached under her pillow and retrieved something, then she said, “They have a vending machine in there.”

“So, I’ve seen other vending machines in the ladies rooms.”

“Not like this one.” Then as she held up a small, square, bright blue, package, she asked, “Know what this is?”

“Ah . . . Yeah.”