Synopsis:

Scott was on his way west to meet up with his friends to start a new life in L A. What he came across in the desert after his car broke down would change him forever. He wondered if his friends would recognise him once they finally met again. He didn’t think this was what his friend’s intended when they said, "start a new life."

Chapter Sixty

As they opened to door, Kim presented the brides with their wedding bouquets that they had left downstairs.

"Give me a few seconds to get downstairs and join the rest outside, before you follow," Kim mentioned, as they gathered around her.

They waited, wondering what was going to greet them outside, as they watched Kim hurry downstairs and go outside.

"Well, let's go girls," prompted Sara, ever the leader, taking Anita's hand in hers.

They went down the stairs as couples, each holding hands as they negotiated the stairs in their gowns. They walked to the doors leading to the backyard, pausing as they opened it and swung it wide. They stepped out to the sound of cheers and whistles, as the guests caught sight of them.

Sara gasped, as did the others. The scene in front of them, took their breath away. A huge marquee with just the roof attached was sitting across the backyard- no yards. It was too big to fit between Amelia's unit and the fence, so the fence had been removed and it spread across into Jenna's backyard as well. Bunting and balloons were scattered everywhere it could be attached to. With the sides of the marquee removed, Sara could partly see what was set up inside, as she looked past the gaps in the cheering crowd.

Not sure what to do, the three couples lined up before the guests. Sara could see Maggie and Cathleen running around without a care in the world, trailing balloons and ribbons with a double set of four legged bundles of exuberance chasing close behind.

"Throw the bouquet," suggested a voice, from one of the strangers.

Sara shrugged, and turned her back to those strangers that had crowded closer. The others followed suite and took hold of their bouquets with both hands, so they could toss them over their heads. They let fly and turned to see the friendly scuffle for the six bouquets. There was some friendly ribbing among those lucky to catch one, and those that had narrowly missed out.

Then came time for the brides to mingle freely with the guests. The parent's were first in line, complimenting them on the way the wedding went and how beautiful they all were. Sara noticed that the fathers were still female and seemingly having fun. Sara collared her dad, and asked him about it.

"I thought you'd be in pants the moment the wedding was over," Sara stated, giving her dad a questioning look.

"Hey, I went through hell getting ready," here, her dad winked at her, showing that it wasn't as bad as he/her was making out. "I figured I'd get some mileage out of it, after all that work." Her dad grinned.

"Ah, so mom isn't considering a wardrobe purge then?" Sara asked with smirk on her face.

"Shush, she might hear you," her dad replied, pretending to look around worriedly.

Sara laughed.

Several people came up to Sara and introduced themselves, Jenna, who was nearby, gasped as they said their names.

"Cathy T? Kimem? Piper?" Jenna exclaimed, hurriedly introducing herself. The three women, who hadn't seemed to know Jenna till her introduction, quickly embraced her in a hug and chattering excitedly about the circumstances of their change to female.

Sara stood awkwardly by, not wanting to interrupt their personal reunion. Obviously they knew each other from chat room meetings, and although Sara was happy that Jenna had some friends to talk to, she didn't really know why they were here. Sara started to move away to find Kim, but Jenna clutched at her arm, and started to explain.

"Please stay; these are my friends from the chat room I used to frequent. They are all here to thank you for their gift of true fulfilment as genetic females," gushed Jenna in a rush.

Sara blushed and made as if it had been nothing.

"I'm no hero, I'm just lucky that I stumbled over the Shelke vehicle when I did."

"Well I won't argue over the hero part, but you are a heroine in our eyes," retorted the strawberry blonde haired Kimem, who gave her a wink.

"Yeah, if you hadn't had the moral fibre to withstand the temptation to abuse the use of the Krin, none of us would be here," added the blonde haired Cathy.

Sara blushed more, saying she had help in the form of her friends.

"Oh we'll thank them too, in a moment," laughed Cathy, as she planted a kiss on Sara's mouth. Anita chose that moment to interrupt.

"Is there any more of that going spare," she kidded, seeing Sara was lost for words.

"Just try and stop me, sugar," Cathy answered with a sultry voice, as she lip locked Anita in the same way.

Now it was Anita's turn to blush, as the others chuckled.

"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. All these girl hormones are like having a super charger under the bonnet," here Cathy looked down at her cleavage as if emphasising her point, or two, which got another chuckle. "I'm not quite used to this package of mine. I'm still running it in."

"You have a good set of points," quipped Sara, not letting a good pun go to waste.

"Yeah, but I need to adjust the gap a few thou," Cathy struck back. I seem to missing a little and I get this cough." Cathy demonstrated by coughing while she squeezed her breasts together, nearly popping her breasts out of the top she was wearing.

"Hey, nice girls don't do that in public," Kimem remonstrated, trying to shield Cathy from the other guests, while Sara, Anita, and Jenna tried hard to contain their giggles.

"Who said I'm a nice girl?" Cathy shot back, winking at them from over Kimem's shoulder. Cathy then excused herself, saying she had a cat to check.

Sara told Cathy to bring her cat back with her, as staying in a vehicle for long would be bad for it.

"She's a bit aloof with strangers," warned Cathy.

"She'll be fine," reassured Sara, as Cathy went to get Roadblock from the 4x4.

With the ice really truly broken, Sara started to mingle, finding a lot of the guests were transformee's, who just wanted to thank her for everything. Finally cornering Kim, Sara grilled her about the altercation at the church.

"I thought it was some religious zealot, come to call down the wrath of God on our abomination of a wedding. Either that or the Nemesis had sent an agent to disrupt the wedding. I half expected him to burst in when the minister got to the part about anybody objecting."

Kim laughed, which just made Sara more insistent on knowing.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but it was just a case of someone who thought he had a right to a free show," Kim replied.

A waiter came up with a tray with glasses of champagne and offered it to them both. Accepting a glass, and taking a sip, Sara waited for Kim to continue.

"Well? What happened to him?" Sara blurted out, as her curiosity outweighed her patience.

Kim shrugged. "I let him in."

"You what! I didn't see any man in there. What if he talks?" Gasped Sara, wondering if Kim had finally lost it.

"I told him if he wanted in, he had to wear a bracelet. Once he accepted, I changed him into Jennifer's form." Kim went on, seemingly unperturbed.

While Sara did goldfish impressions, trying to come up with something to say to the news, Kim pointed out a woman, Sara recognised as Jennifer.

"Ask her yourself, that's her."

"Okay I will, but why didn't you change him back afterwards, or at least used the glasses to make him forget everything," Sara finally got out.

Kim just laughed, and moved off into the crowd, leaving Sara wondering if it was her, who had lost her marbles. Seeing Jennifer moving her way, Sara went up and asked the women, who she really was.

The Jennifer look-alike blushed and tried to look down at her feet.

"I'm really a guy. I can't believe I have jugs like this on my chest."

"They are called breasts," corrected Sara, not liking the term 'jugs.'

"Sorry, breasts. My name is Philip Dawson, and I was being rather a nuisance I'm afraid. I just adore weddings and couldn't resist trying to see yours, seeing there were two brides."

Sara, who had started to get a hunch where this was heading, decided to cut to the chase.

"You're a crossdresser or something?" she hazarded a guess.

The woman stayed silent, giving Sara part of her answer.

"Something," a whisper came finally.

"Welcome to the club sister," Sara hugged Philip, her anxiety gone, now all was revealed.

A call that everyone be seated interrupted further conversation, as Anita came up and stole Sara away to get her seated under the marquee. Here, Sara could see a wedding cake sitting just in front of where she would be seated. There were three tiers of equal diameter sitting on what looked like the tray of a truck, made of cake. Sara giggled, recognising it as the same truck she had found that fateful day. Each tier had two brides on it, representing one tier for each of the couples.

Before the food began to arrive, speeches were made and thanks given to Kim and the rest of the Shelke.

Despite wearing tight gowns that should have restricted the amount of food intake, all the bridal party managed to get through the courses without splitting a seam. Not having eaten since early morning and now being early afternoon had encouraged their appetites. Luckily, the well-sewn gowns managed to contain everything without showing any unsightly bulges.

"I think dessert squeezed up into my breasts," moaned an overstuffed Anita, as she looked down at her chest.

Sara giggled, having imbibed freely, the champagne that was being served. She poked Anita's chest with her finger to check the validity of Anita's claim.

"Good, that means I can get some more dessert, later tonight, when we're in bed."

"Only if I get to eat something too," Anita replied softly, showing a gleam in her eye.

After the cake was cut and served, the guests started mingling again. The brides were escorted to a table set to one side, where gifts were arrayed, in a colourful display. Some of these when opened, drew laughter and caused some blushes on the recipient's faces, like the double ended dildo that Sara got from her mom. She was all innocent of course, when Sara caught her eye, but Sara knew it was from her, as she had felt her mother's emotions peak as she'd opened it.

Once everything had been opened and everyone thanked for their gift, large or small, the six brides rushed off to get changed. It was too late to prevent Maggie or Cathleen's dresses from getting soiled, as the inevitable food gremlins had struck again. Maggie had to be consoled that her pretty dress wasn't ruined, and would be good as new after a wash. To prevent further soiling, Amelia had the girl's change into something more easily cleaned, namely their swimsuits.

Of course this led to the, "can we go for a swim now?"

Richard, William and Kevin, sighed in relief as they slipped out of their gowns and changed back to their manly selves. They agreed that they had enjoyed all the pomp and ceremony as brides, but were happy to go back to wearing something less confining.

Sara, Julie and Jenna, took off their gowns with a sigh of reluctance, knowing that the wedding gowns, as beautiful as they were, would likely never be worn again. At least the bridesmaid's gowns could be worn again at some suitable event, as long as none of the others turned up, wearing the same.

They eventually rejoined their husbands in something light and airy, Jenna having borrowed a sundress from Sara as well. At least now, their stomachs had room to move, even if it didn't show all that much, in a physical sense.

Apparently, the fathers had taken full advantage of their absence, and had doffed their feminine raiment and regained their manhood. Sara made a mental bet with herself, that this wouldn't be the last time those men felt the frilly fripperies of feminine apparel.

Mingling and mixing with the guests, Sara got a lot of compliments, both about her wedding and her home. Cathy asked her about Maggie, seeing she treated Sara as her mother. Once Sara started to explain, Cathy called Kimem and several others that had known Maggie from the chat room.

"LISTEN UP GUYS, Sara's daughter Maggie, is our Maggie the kitten," Cathy yelled out with glee.

Of course, little ears picking up a familiar term, turned and brought the rest of her scampering over. Once Maggie was informed of whom these women were, she flung herself into their welcoming arms.

"Awntie Caffy-awntie Kim-" she cried, granting auntdom to all of her old chat friends.

Sara waited, trying to hold back the tears, as Maggie hugged and was hugged in turn. Sara remembered she didn't need to hold back her emotions anymore and wept freely as the joyous reunion continued. Kevin came up and held her, saying nothing, but saying everything in the look he gave her. Sara waved him off, still choked up to say anything, but gave him a mental kiss for coming over.

Kevin left reluctantly, but knew the tears were born of happiness and needed no comforting for. Sara's heart nearly burst when Maggie proudly announced to the others gathered around her.

"Sara is my mommy now, she gibes me everything I eber wanted. I eben gotted a kitty kat, her name is Kurtain, cos she climbs up dem alla time." Maggie trotted out in her child like vocabulary.

Maggie then jumped into Sara's arms and snuggled close. The others watching, knew then that their lost little kitten that had brightened up their lives in the chat room, was finally home.

To be continued.

  

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