I was encased in a tight lavender gown that just made me feel like such a girl and took me away to that fantasy of being in the bridal party. To get to spend all morning getting my make-up and hair done. Spending that time just gossiping with the other girls in the bridal party. Getting to help out the bride to look her best and being one of the first to see how pretty and stunning she is in that dress. Of course that would set off a whole new fantasy of being the bride (but that is a story for another post). Then that moment of walking down the aisle and being the center of attention. Having all my friends and family admire how pretty I was with my bouquet of flowers. I would have the biggest smile on my face. Then during the wedding, I could be as emotional as I wanted. No trying to hold things back and be a "man". To celebrate with tears of joy as my friend walks down the aisle and everyone gets to see how pretty she is and she will be so happy too.
Once the ceremony is done, I would get to walk back down the aisle on the arm of a handsome real man. This would make me smile even more. What a joyous day. We all get to go off to spend girl time having our pictures done and chatting with my girl friends while flirting with the groomsmen.
Then the reception would just be a blast. Getting to dance around in that flowing dress. To have a real man hold me in his arms and feel his caress along with the dress on my body. It would fulfill my desire to have a real man lead me on the dance floor. The rest of the evening would be just for dancing the night away with the girls. No reservations, no holding back, and maybe if I catch that bouquet, I can be the next one to get married. And the man who catches the garter can put it on my leg. I would be so excited. I image I wouldn't even be afraid if he caught a feel of my little clittly that would probably be hard at that moment.
Unfortunately as I put this dress on, I realized that there are some things I cannot have. Fitting into a size 10 is one of them, because it would not zip up around my rib cage. A girl can still dream and maybe next time I will find one that does fit.
