I woke up the next day and, glancing at the clock saw it was 4:17 pm. My tattered skimpy bride dress was strewn on the floor as were my stilettos, gloves, crown and veil.
What had happened? My wedding had been several weeks ago. I managed to prop myself up in bed, my head throbbing slightly from what had obviously been a night of too much partying. There was a note from Granddad that read: " Jimmy, gone to run a few errands back by 8 get your rest babe you'll need it. Your husband."
I didn't understand this at all. I looked at the date on the clock radio -- O MY GOD! It was 48 hours after my wedding to my Grandfather!!! What had happened?
Then I realized -- FUCK! I dreamt all of this? The wedding had happened obviously but I must have dreamt about all the other men, the fucking, and the new owners. I got out of bed and grabbed Granddad's musty plaid bathrobe. Running into the living room I found a Latino boy cleaning.
"Who are you? What are you doing" I asked.
"I've been hired to clean," he said wiping the kitchen counters, "it must have been some wedding on the weekend."
"O yes I guess it was," I told him not knowing what was real and what was imagined," who hired you?"
"The man that got married," said his new bride was resting and he wanted to save her from having to do any work."
I left the kitchen and went out to the backyard. Clearly the wedding had taken place. There were lots of reminders from the beer kegs, tables, chairs and left over glasses. I looked up to the loft and saw the window open and could hear music. I quickly ran up the steps to find my Dad lounging on the sofa.
"Jimmy, you're finally up," Dad grinned, "how's the bride feeling?"
"A bit of a hangover could you just remind me of what happened," I asked sheepishly.
" Jimmy you know what happened, your dream came true and you and your grandfather are together forever, the wedding was spectacular and you were definitely a hit!" he told me enthusiastically.
'But dad, I need to know a few more details please, I am kind of foggy on what happened, please tell me," I asked him.
"Well babe Friday you were transformed into the most gorgeous bride that ever walked down an aisle. Your grandfather finally married my son as his wife in front of 92 of our closest friends and we partied for the better part of 48 hours," he explained, "anything else?"
"We were here all weekend?"
"Yes baby all of us were here all weekend that must be some hangover!" he laughed.
"No, no I remember all of that I just wondered about after the wedding Dad."
"Today is after the wedding Jimmy, your new life starts today. Dad should be back soon and then you can start being his wife and my step Mom!"
"O yeah so hot, I think I'll go have a shower and get freshened up," and went back to the main house.
In the master bedroom I tidied up everything on the floor and went into the bathroom and ran a hot bubble bath. I removed my disheveled wig and makeup and relaxed in the tub.
After 2 days there was a little stubble growing so I carefully shaved my legs and crotch and removed what little growth there was on my face. I got out of the bath and spread soothing lotion on my once again smooth youthful body. I admired how tanned and clean shaven I looked in the floor to ceiling mirrors. My body was impressive and I could see how men loved the silky smoothness on my legs, chest ass and cock.
I sat at what had been my grandmother's makeup table and reapplied eyeliner, mascara, shadow, lipstick and blush. I had fabulous facial features and my long blond hair accentuated all of my beautiful attributes.
My nails were still beautiful and attached. Long and silvery pink they stretched a good 2 inches on all fingers. I selected some of Grandmother's best jewelry. Drop diamond earrings. A gorgeous thick silver band with diamonds encrusted. Several large striking rings. And finally, a beautiful thick necklace of black stones with diamonds.
I went to the closet and found a magnificent microscopic triangle of mesh and tucked my cock and balls into myself managing to squeeze my manhood into the minute fabric. I then put on the matching mesh robe that barely came below my hips. My perky boy nipples were totally visible through the robe. I slipped on plexi-glass slippers with about 5 inch spike heels and decided I needed a glass of champagne while waiting for Granddad to come home.
In the kitchen I found a clean champagne flute and opened a fresh bottle from the refrigerator. As I was taking my first sip of bubbly I heard a throat clearing behind me!
As I turned around I remembered the cleaning boy!
"O I am sorry I totally forgot you were here, I'll get out of your way, I am so sorry," I stammered feeling embarrassed I had been found in such a state.
"No no don't worry I can still clean feel free to stay and enjoy your drink, I'm almost finished anyway," he offered, "do you know where I might put the clean glasses?'
"Oh yes, they just go up here," I instructed opening a cupboard and reaching up to indicate the higher shelf where the clean dishes should be placed. As I was showing him I knew my robe had lifted above my ass and he could see everything back on.
I took my arm down quickly and went to sit at the table in a more modest position.
"Do you live here with your grandfather and his bride?" he suddenly asked.
"Well yes I do live here."
"Do you think I should wait to clean her bedroom when she gets up?" he asked.
Not knowing what to say I said "Why not finish the kitchen first and see if she gets up."
I watched him load the glasses into the cupboard.
"Do you clean fulltime? I asked him.
"Oh no this is my summer job, my Uncle owns a cleaning company so I help out and it's good as I have nights and weekends off and can work part-time when school starts again."
"Do you go to college around here?" I asked him
"No not quite finished high school, but looking at local colleges for sure."
As he continued to put the dishes away his far too tight jeans showed off his small tight ass. He had on a silver studded thick white leather belt that cinched his tiny waist. He had on running shoes with no socks and a black t-shirt that showed his very small but triangular shaped torso. I could only imagine how many girls in the high school were after him.
"Are you from here? " I enquired.
"No my parents came from Mexico after my Uncle came here 8 years ago, my name's Luis," he said putting out his hand.
I shock his hand which had a firm grip and noticed how his tight small biceps flexed as he gripped my manicured hand.
"Since you're almost finished would you like some champagne?" I asked.
"Not really into that more of a beer drinker sorry."
"O we have lots of beer," I replied getting up and grabbing three cans from the fridge and putting them on the table.
"Hey that's great, I need a break," he said sitting down and flipping the tab to the first can.
