Wedding Crashers - Part 2

As the dressing room buzzed with excitement and nervous energy, Tyler, trapped in the body of a bridesmaid named Lisa, tried his best to blend in. He plastered a smile on his face, attempting to mimic Lisa's cheerful demeanor. He couldn't believe he was a woman.

All of the other bridesmaids swarmed the bride-to-be, who was none other than Jeremy in disguise. The makeup artist delicately brushed blush onto her cheeks.

"Emily, you look absolutely stunning," one of the bridesmaids exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine awe.

Tyler swallowed hard, realizing that he needed to play his part convincingly if they were to make it through the day without suspicion, "You look beautiful, Emily!"

"Thank you," Jeremy replied sweetly, "I can't believe this day is finally here."

"Oh, Lisa," a woman that looked like the mother of the bride turned to Tyler, "Will you grab the dress?"

Tyler's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea where the dress was.

"Um, yes, of course," Tyler stammered, trying to buy himself some time. He glanced around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive gown. It wasn't until his eyes landed on a nearby closet that he spotted it —a shimmering white dress draped over a hanger.

With a shaky smile, Tyler hurried over to the closet, his unfamiliar heels clacking on the floor, praying that he wouldn't trip.

"Here you are!" Tyler held the dress up to 'Emily', a nervous laugh escaping his lips, "Isn't it just perfect?"

The mother of the bride took the dress from Tyler's hands, her eyes filled with pride as she admired its intricate details.

"Oh, it's absolutely breathtaking," she exclaimed, her voice brimming with motherly affection, "Thank you, Lisa."

Tyler nodded. He had to stay in character, no matter what.

As the dressing room continued to bustle with activity, Tyler watched in awe as the bridesmaids worked together to help the bride into her dress.

Jeremy, still trapped in the body of the bride, stood there in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the real Emily, knowing she would be missing out on this pivotal moment in her own wedding. But Jeremy had a role to play, and he couldn't afford to let his true identity slip.

The women worked together to zip 'Emily' up into her gown. Jeremy, in the body of the bride, felt a sense of wonder as the dress hugged his figure, accentuating curves he had never experienced before. His chest now held luscious breasts, spilling out of the sweetheart neckline of the gown. His hips were most certainly wider, too, giving him an hourglass figure that he had never imagined having before. The feeling of satin against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He ran his hand over his stomach, feeling the softness of the fabric of the dress.

He needed to remain calm and composed, even if every fiber of his being wanted out.

With a deep breath, 'Emily' turned to face the group of women who were gathered around her.

The room fell momentarily silent.

"Wow," one of the bridesmaids exclaimed.

"You look absolutely radiant," another one of them whispered, her voice filled with genuine emotion.

As the other bridesmaids were bustling around the bride, Tyler looked down at the bridesmaid's dress that clung to Lisa's body. His mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of what she would look like without it, his desire for her building with each passing moment. A rush of heat flooded through his body, setting his heart racing as he tried to suppress his lustful thoughts.

An uneasy feeling crept into Tyler-in-Lisa's mind –was Lisa spoken for? He couldn't shake the image of having to charm and persuade a potential boyfriend that he was still the same-old Lisa. He thought about dancing, smiling, and flirting, all while keeping his true identity a secret...

"Alright, ladies!" the wedding planner announced, clapping her hands together to gather everyone's attention, "It's time for a photo, and then we'll be ready to walk down that aisle!"