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Samuel was having a good time at his cousin’s wedding, seeing her as a beautiful bride and achieving her goal of getting married made him happy as someone who was close to her. It was time for the traditional bouquet toss, many ladies grouping themselves in a small area in hopes of catching the pretty bouquet of flowers and being the next one to get married.

It seemed like the bride’s excitement made her lose control of her strength and tossed it out way outside the targeted area and hit Samuel on the back. The young man turned around and picked up the flowers, chuckling before attempting to toss the bouquet towards the women. What was a short and cute moment turned into discomfort really quickly as the bouquet of flowers seemed almost glued to his hands.

“Can someone help me here?” he said as he tried dropping the bouquet. He could effortlessly swap it between his hands but there seemed to be some sort of force of magic preventing him from dropping or throwing them away entirely. Samuel began sweating as the joyful environment had suddenly gone silent, and looking around it revealed that almost everything and everyone was frozen in place.

The man was insanely confused, none of this made any sense and his reality now felt more like something in between being a dream and a nightmare. He wanted to figure out what was going on, but before doing any exploration or testing, he could feel his hands get warmer and warmer.

Upon looking down at his hands, he gasped as they looked smaller, something that was already quite alarming, but the presence of glove-like fabric only made things more puzzling. The white fabric was soft and warm, at first looking like heavily ripped gloves, but over the next few minutes, they seemed to knit into brand-new ones that perfectly wrapped around his dainty fingers and palm.

“What the…”. More changes would manifest as the gloves’ fabric began expanding its surface onto his arms. He was completely speechless after seeing the hair on his arms start receding into his body, smoothing them out as the gloves distorted them into a weaker and more feminine appearance. The suit jacket he wore would morph alongside the prior, its sleeves shrinking down until Samuel was left with smooth arms and very girly and long white gloves.

Samuel had no idea what to do, panicking as his strange transformation only accelerated. From his arms, the magical force would spread onto his torso which drastically slimmed down and his suit jacket would practically disintegrate into thin air. After this, the magic would spread above and below his torso.

The man would be focused on his white buttoned shirt morphing itself into something embarrassingly feminine, looking more and more like a corset more than anything else, also making it even more obvious how much his shoulders and waist had narrowed down. Because of this, he wasn’t aware that this face had begun suffering its own feminization.

The small beard he possessed would fade away as that hair would also recede back into his skin; meanwhile, the structure of his face would change to give him a much more naturally feminine appearance. Samuel would freak out after seeing his lips be so plump and glossy, giving him a clue to the fact that his face was now covered in beautiful makeup that only enhanced his feminine appearance.

Samuel thought that he may be becoming a woman, judging by all the changes so far and also by his hair growing at an impossibly fast rate. He would briefly complain about a pain in his ears, which brought the hand free from the bouquet of flowers towards one ear and noticed he now had earrings.

“Am I becoming a woman?!” he covered his mouth after hearing his super feminine-sounding voice. “No! Oh god…”. He brushed his silky-smooth hair, still in disbelief about how quickly it had gone down to his lower back.

Looking down, things weren’t any better for Samuel. His black pants were changing color, seemingly wanting to match the corset, but it also joined together to form something akin to a long skirt. His legs and feet suffered similar changes to his upper limbs, smoothing out and becoming more feminine. His thighs would do the opposite of shrinking, they would fatten up nicely to give him a set of very thick thighs, this would also force his hips to flare out sideways to become proportionate with his meaty thighs.

He found himself being very uncomfortable, the motherly thighs were crushing his cock and balls, having to spread his legs to avoid this, almost tripping while doing so as he hadn’t noticed his black shoes become pair of white heels. “Ugh…”.

Samuel’s strange and uncomfortable pose would be fixed soon, in what for him was the worst way possible. The young man would feel his entire manhood shoot up into his body, causing a painful yet strangely pleasurable sensation that made him, now her, moan loudly as a response, and also made her new pussy soak up her boxers-turned-panties.

“Ohh~ There’s no fucking way this is real!”. All of a sudden, she felt something light drop on her head, quickly figuring out it was a wedding veil. “There’s just… no way!”. Was she becoming a bride? The veil and the dress pointed towards that being the case.

Speaking of the dress, petticoats would spring out of nowhere that would slowly but surely add the illusion of a much more voluminous dress. The outer layer of it would go from being a blank canvas to being decorated with sparkly flowers and a few patterns that only made her an even prettier bride.

It was impossible to see due to the large dress covering her entire lower half of her body, but she could clearly tell her butt was ballooning up considerably and making her hips expand even wider, her white panties now fitting perfectly snug. The dress would move upwards as it formed a bodice that hugged Samuel’s feminine shape, reaching all the way up to her neck before more beautiful patterns adorned this part of the wedding dress.

There was one thing that didn’t fit though, the bust area. They were very large despite the confused woman’s flat chest, but that was about to change as a pair of big and soft tits inflated out like a pair of balloons, quickly working on filling up the empty space. Samuel gasped in shock to see she had boobs, and not just any boobs, ones that were incredibly large and bouncy, the closest she could think of with such assets was her own mother… I guess it does make sense.

Samuel had turned into a beautiful bride, being too distracted by her own feminized body to notice that time was resuming, being greatly startled as she heard her cousin’s voice. “Hey, Stephanie! Stephanie!”. For a moment, she thought she was talking to a friend of hers until… “Steph! Cousin!”. Was she really talking about Samuel? Was that her new name? To avoid making things any more awkward, she answered.

“Uh yes! What’s up?…” she nervously awaited a response. “What are you doing here! I know you love me and all and I really appreciate you coming to my wedding, but you have your own wedding to attend! You’re the bride!”. “Uhhh…”. The former man had no clue how to proceed with this situation. “Don’t worry, girl; I got you. I know you ‘re probably nervous and excited about your wedding so if you want, I can call someone to come pick you up”. Seeing as she had no clue what else to do, she put up a fake smile and tried to be enthusiastic to avoid setting off more alarms. “Sure! Thank you, cousin”. “No worries!”.

Once she went to pick up her phone and make the call, Samuel, or I guess Stephanie, now had to think about how the hell she would get out of this situation, was such a thing even possible?