Free A Bride for Halloween by Miss Michelle

"Mikey, can you come here for a minute?"
     
    It was the unmistakable voice of my twin sister Michelle.
     
    "Yeah, Michelle?"
     
    "I'm having trouble figuring out which of these dresses I like the best. Can you help me?"
     
    "Sure sis, no problem."
     
    "OK, I'm going to have you try the teal one and I'll try the pink one."
     
    "What's that?"
     
    "I want to see them both in the mirror at the same time - so I need someone else to wear one of them."
     
    "Wouldn't Jenny be a better choice?"
     
    "You mean, aside from the fact that she's 5 inches shorter than me?"
     
    "Shelly, this was not what I agreed to."
     
    "You said you'd help me - and this is helping me. This is for a very important dance."
     
    I had to admit that she had a point. I knew that she would make my life miserable if I didn't give in. Although we're both very stubborn, Shelly is a real mule.
     
    "OK, OK. But you owe me big time. Give me the dress."
     
    "Wait a second - we have to get you prepared first."
     
    "What?"
     
    "Our faces need to look the same - I'll do your hair and makeup. It won't take long and it won't hurt a bit. I'll buy you dinner later."
     
    "Shelly ... is this really necessary?"
     
    "Well, if I look in the mirror and I see one hot babe in a pink dress and one boy in a teal dress, which dress do you think I'm going to choose?"
     
    "Dinner had better be really good."
     
    Shelly sat me down in a chair and went to work with a curling iron. We wore our hair about the same length, but I wore mine straight and she curled hers. Before long, she was done with the curling, and I had bouncy, beautiful hair.
     
    Next, she pulled out her makeup. She told me that she was going to go easy on me - just lipstick. She used a shade of lipstick that she assured me was called Ravishing Red. I puckered up for her and she applied what seemed to be a very generous amount of the lipstick.
     
    "OK, now you can strip."
     
    "Right here?"
     
    "Like I haven't seen it before?"
     
    When I finished stripping, she handed me some white panties. I put them on and was surprised at how soft they felt. Then she helped me put on a pair of black pantyhose and a lacy white bra. After I had put on the bra, she pulled our some of her white socks and worked at giving me some realistic "boobs".
     
    Then Shelly helped me out with the dress. Once she had zipped me up, I felt trapped. There was no way I could possibly get out of this outfit without her help.
     
    Shelly stripped down to her white panties and put on black pantyhose and a white bra that matched mine. Since she had helped me squeeze into the teal dress, I helped her with the pink one.
     
    "Here - put these on."
     
    "Heels? Shelly, I don't thing this is really necessary."
     
    "The height has to be realistic, Mikey. Just trust me."
     
    I stepped into the green high heeled shoes. I stumbled around a bit trying to get my balance."
     
    "OK, Mikey, let's check out the results."
     
    I leaned heavily on Shelly as I tried to walk over to the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity of different poses, she had reached a decision.
     
    "I'm going with the teal. You just look like such a babe in it, Mikey."
     
    "Uh, thanks a lot, Shelly."
     
    "No, I mean that as a compliment. You shouldn't be afraid to be in touch with your feminine side."
     
    At that moment, I heard the key turn in the door.
     
    I froze right where I was. Michelle had assured me that Jenny wouldn’t be back for hours. I looked quickly for a closet to drive into, but found none. The door opened, and Michelle’s roommate walked in.
     
    "Hey Michelle. What the hell?"
     
    Jenny moved behind Michelle and cupped her hands around Michelle’s breasts.
     
    "Boobies"
     
    Jenny cupped her hands around my chest.
     
    "No boobies. Feels like socks."
     
    Then Jenny unzipped my dress and moved her hands down below my waist.
     
    "Dickie. Happy dickie. Is that you, Mikey?"
     
    I nodded slowly.
     
    "I bet there’s a real good story