Bride to be

It was finally His turn to be a bride.  James now called. Joan  was a bridesmaid several times over the last 3 years.  He kept. Wondering, “when will it be my turn”.  I’m a graduate of Sissy Academy and I have learned my lessons well.  I’ve had all the necessary procedures and I’m looking forward to being the most excellent Sissy bride , housewife and maid.  Then out of nowhere , I met her. She was a Mistress who just lost her sissy husband . He died in an auto accident.  We met,  if you can believe it,  at an Easter Sunday Church Service at St. Catherine’s Catholic Church.  We were  both dressed in our best Easter outfits.  As we stood there next to each other receiving holy communion from Father Dominic we bumped into each other going back to our pew. We each said “I’m so sorry “.   My future wife said, “no problem, I was just admiring your beautiful outfit”.  “Me too”, I said.  Then I  asked her if she wanted to go to breakfast after mass. “Sure “, she said   “I was hoping to meet someone since I recently lost my husband “.   Well  that breakfast lasted several hours. A year later we got married. It was the happiest day of my life so far when I became Mrs Joan Wilson. We convinced father Dominic to marry in a private ceremony on a Friday afternoon in the church.  It was just us and two witnesses, my older sister  and  Mistress Allison’s  brother. we still go to that church every Sunday.