Wedding Crashers - Part 3

The ceremony had wrapped up without a hitch, though Jeremy was still a bit flustered from having to kiss the groom in front of so many people. He gulped, as his apparent husband led him towards their hotel room for the consummation of their vows.

As the two of them entered the hotel room, Jeremy-in-Emily couldn't help but look around, taking in the opulence of the suite. His thoughts were consumed with his own identity struggle, trying to figure out how to best navigate this situation without raising suspicion.

As Adam initiated the first kiss, Jeremy felt an unexpected surge of nausea. He stifled a gag reflex and tried to make it as authentic as possible. But the taste of Adam's lips, the feeling of his skin, everything in his body screamed, "This is wrong!"

But he knew he had to suck it up and put on the best act of his life. The two collapsed onto the plump white sheets of the bed, Adam's hands now exploring Jeremy-in-Emily's body in a way that made him deeply uncomfortable. His heart pounded as he realized Adam's intentions –they were going to have sex.

But Jeremy refused to let the fear show in his eyes. He arched his back, allowing his facial expression to show the experience as intensely pleasurable. Adam's hardness pushed inside of him. Jeremy tried to suppress the moans that escaped his lips he had never been a receiver before, and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the invasion. But all he could do was lie there, struggling to maintain the facade as Adam thrust deeper and faster.

"Oh, Emily," Adam moaned, "You feel so good."

As the room filled with the sound of their passionate lovemaking, Jeremy willed himself to enjoy the experience, "Yes. Fuck me, Adam."

Their bodies moved in perfect unison, reaching the peak of pleasure together. The sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, mingling with their tangled hair as they shared breathless kisses. His heart beat frantically, keeping time with the pounding of his lover's body against his own. Adam emptied his load inside of him, and they both collapsed into each other's arms.

Meanwhile, Tyler was tasked with keeping up appearances as Lisa. The reception was in full swing. Everyone was having a great time, enjoying the food, drink, and dancing. He tried to blend in as much as possible, feeling out of place and eager to escape the body he was trapped in. And unfortunately for him, Lisa did have a date at the wedding: her boyfriend, Tom.

Tom smiled back at Tyler and accepted her hand, his tone dripping with flirtation, "You have quite the figure, darling,"

Tyler-in-Lisa chuckled nervously. Tom led the way to the dance floor and immediately started swaying to the music, pulling Lisa into his arms.

Tyler knew he had to put on a show to keep up the act. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and imagined himself as Lisa, swaying to the rhythm of the music. He felt Tom's arms around him, his scent enveloping his senses. He could feel the warmth of Tom's touch, and the blood begin to rush to his face as he danced.

As they danced, Tyler couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach. It was almost like butterflies. He had never experienced this before, and it took him by surprise.

Tom seemed to sense the change in Lisa's demeanor and pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, "You look so beautiful tonight."

Tyler felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment, feeling conflicted about the situation.

As the night went on, Tyler's fear and anxiety began to give way to a newfound appreciation of his situation. He had never imagined himself in a woman's body, but there was a certain kind of power that came with it.