Disgraced Fiancee

"OMG, Laura please, don't make me do this," Dave pleaded one last time as it was now time to stand before her entire family and beg their forgiveness for his sexual indiscretions.

She straightened the dress he was wearing, then adjusted his earrings.

"No Dave, the talk is now over. You will perform this embarrassing act for me, and ask my family to forgive you. Then and only then will I make the decision whether I will still marry you."

"Oh please. Laura why this," he said tearing up as he tries to persuade her one last time to call it off.

She took Dave's hand in hers. She looked at his long red fingernails. He had been forced to sit through a very humiliating appointment in a local nail salon just this morning.

"Because Dave, it is the most embarrassing, degrading thing I could think of to do to you after what you did. You are being punished and that's what I want for you right now. I want you to feel punished. After you do this, it will go a long way in proving how sorry you are and that you will be faithful to me, and I can take the marriage vows without any reservations. If I decide I still want to marry you of course."

"I'll never live this down," he said as she pushed him forward toward the back door.

"That's the intent honey," she said without hesitation.

"Are you two ready?" Laura's mother said walking quickly to them. She had been around the corner listening. "They are all waiting outside."

Dave lowered his thick false eyelashes as she approached him.

"Yes mother we were just getting ready to step outside," Laura said looking at Dave. "Weren't we Dave."

"Good," her mother said as she looked Dave up and down. "I have absolutely no sympathy for you young man. You should be ashamed of yourself for what you did to my daughter. I don't know why she is even allowing you a chance to get back in her life."

"I am ashamed," Dave said placing his fingertips on his forehead as if he now had a headache.

"You should be, and not because of how you are dressed. You deserve worse," her mother said in anger.

The door was opened and Dave was the first to step out. He could hear the reaction of the family members seated and standing around the small pedestal he would be standing on.

Dave was wearing a knee length white wedding dress. The dress was decorated lavishly with lace, and pearls. It was the one Laura was to have worn at their wedding, before his affair with another woman was discovered. The shoulders were puffed and tightly gripped the upper arms in lace and small bows at he sleeves. The sash was wide and tied in a large bow on his lower back. Dave wore two petticoats under the dress causing the skirt hem to stand high exposing his lower thighs and the tops of his stockings.

His legs encased in sheer white stockings that hooked to a garter belt. Four inch white high heel peep toe pumps that revealed the fact his toenails had also been painted a brilliant red earlier this same morning at the salon. Elbow length, lace fingerless gloves adorned his forearms.

His usually long hair was swept up on his head in an elegant French Twist and secured with a large jeweled hair clasp. This was doubly embarrassing while he was having his hair done in a salon in such a feminine fashion he was trying to hide his fingernails and toenails from public view to no avail.

His face made up, with eyeshadows, liner and mascara. His lips wet and glossed a fire red.

Both of Dave's ears ached as Laura had pierced his ears herself with a needle the day before. The white pearl earrings matched the triple string of pearls he was wearing around his neck.

Dave's knees were shaking as he approached the pedestal. Everyone was staring at him. He knew most of the people in attendance but not all. He could see the array of different looks on their faces in response to what he was wearing. There were many grins, mostly from the men who found the idea of any man doing this must be a super wimp and pussy whipped already. Many a stern look from the women in the audience who felt his cheating deserved Laura leaving him and not just performing some humiliating act that he could just say he was sorry to. Laura's elderly grandmother looked shocked by what she was seeing. Men didn't dress like this for any reason.

Dave stepped up on a small wood box then carefully up on the 2' diameter concrete pedestal. He stood there 3' off the ground, ashamed of the way he was dressed with his eyes cast down unable to look anyone in the eye. He felt so embarrassed with his appearance. No real man would stand in front of his fiancee's family like this and confess his infidelity and beg the forgiveness of her and her family. The relationship would have ended with any other man.

Laura gently released his hand.

"OK Dave, you may begin," she said stepping back looking at him as he nervously opened the paper that had the statement he wished to convey.

"Thank you for coming here this morning. I stand before you now dressed as I am to ask Laura and you, her family, to please forgive me for my indiscretion. I wasn't thinking. I should be ashamed, and I want each of you to know that I am ashamed. I deserve what I am doing I feel shame. Dressing as a woman is a way of symbolizing to all of you that I'm not the man Laura thought I was. I am wearing the wedding dress that Laura was to wear for our wedding."

"Yeah, you're fag," Laura's uncle said.

"Please let him finish," Laura said looking at her uncle.

"I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me if Laura will forgive me. For those that are too deeply offended by my affair with another woman at this time, I promise I will continue to dress as a woman while in your presence or at family functions that you attend until you feel I have shown enough remorse and that I am sincere and truly sorry. I want to feel I am worthy of Laura and to be a man in your presence again in your eyes."

Dave looked up with teary eyes.

"I am a good and decent man. I'm sorry." Dave then stepped down from the pedestal. "I love you Laura," he said looking at her.

"Thank you Dave," Laura said helping him down. "You and will I discuss our future a little later."

Dave walked back inside the house by himself his heels the only sound now. Then Laura spoke to her family.

"I will make my own decisions about my relationship with Dave and if the wedding is to go forward, be postponed or cancelled. I was very hurt by what he did. He is now being humiliated for what he did. He accepts the consequences and has agreed to wear women's clothes in your presence because I asked him too. It's the most humiliating thing I could think of and he's not sure if it will even make a difference at this point."

"Laura, you should drop this guy. He's a bum," her uncle called out.

"Please. I ask you all to decide how you feel, and if I do get married to this man, you will accept him as my husband and as part of the family. If some of you feel you can't forgive him just yet, and I already know my mother feels this way, he will continue to dress as a woman when in your presence, he knows you still disapprove of him and he wants to do what it takes to convince you, but you will treat him kindly in his humiliation. He has brought this all on himself."

"Laura, how can you go back to this guy?" his aunt asked.

"Would your first husband have worn a dress in front of the family and ask to be forgiven?"

"No, he was all man," she replied. "He'd rather have a broken heart than put a dress on."

"Dave is all man too, and it took a sincere and dedicated man to do this not even knowing if it would change my mind about marrying him."

"Thank you all for coming," she said.

Everyone stood and began to leave. Laura's mom approached her again.

"Laura honey, I hope you have come to your senses and dump this guy. I don't think I will ever forgive him," she said trying to persuade her.

"It takes time mother. I will make the decision. It's my life."

"You are eight years older than this man. You have been married twice before, why even get involved with something that is already broken?"

"I guess because I love him," she said seriously.

"You really think this will have the impact you want on him? I would have him wearing the dress at the ceremony if it were me," her mother chirped.

"No you wouldn't mother. But if I decide to get married to this man, I promise you he will be wearing a wedding gown and veil. That will prove how much he wants to marry me."

"I think it's all crazy," her mother said and walked away.

Laura met with more of the family members one on one to get their reactions and ask for their support on whatever she decided. There were mixed reviews, and her aunt even commented on how pretty Dave looked dressed as a woman.

"I thought he was a woman until he started talking," she said with a giggle.

Finally everyone was gone. Laura walked back into the house and into the den where Dave sat patiently waiting for her still dressed in the wedding dress. He stood up and approached her. He took her hands in hers and looked her in the eyes lovingly.

"I was so scared," he said with a smile.

"You were wonderful," she said kissing his red lips.

"So, do you think it worked?" he asked her looking hopeful.

"I think so baby. You will be able to crossdress when we go to my mothers pretty much all the time. As well as my aunt, and my sister. I'm sure there will be a few more." she said kissing him again.

"That's wonderful," he said softly.

"And that includes any family functions they attend too. Oh and by the way, I told my mother you will be a bride in the ceremony. How about that?"

"That's great Laura, I love you," he said.

"I wanted to prove to you how much I loved you Dave. I know you have your doubts with me being married twice before and me finding out about your crossdressing. I think your crossdressing is darling, I wouldn't trade that part of you for nothing."

"Does it bother you your entire family thinks I had an affair?" he asked.

"Not at all. It's our lives I want to enhance. Now you have many places you can crossdress and do so in public places," she kissed him, "around other people," she kissed him again, "and actually have a reason you are doing it. And of course you will be my woman in this house," she said with a grin.

"Wow, that was a nerve racking experience, but it seems to have been worth it."

"Baby, you want to slip into the bedroom with me. I'll remove that plug for you and I want you to rock my world while that French Twist hairdo is still fresh. You look hot with your hair like that you know," she said taking his hand.

As they walked to the bedroom she asked, "Did you have the plug vibrator turned on while you were talking?"

"It was on high speed the whole time," he grinned. "Still is."

"And I thought your knees shaking was all nerves from being in front of my family in a dress and heels," she laughed.

They closed the door and celebrated the success of their little ruse.

The End