Mark Anderson is a 20-year-old man with short blond hair, brown eyes, an athletic body and beige skin. The young man is wearing a white button up shirt, black suit and black shoes, he isn’t dressed for a meeting, but for his wedding, Mark is about to marry Lucy Collins, both of whom met when they were children, they started dating when Mark was 15 and Lucy 14. The streets of Miami are dark, only light is coming from the few streetlights, Mark and Lucy had decided to have a romantic night-marriage.
As Mark is walking down the street, whistling a tune to himself to calm his nerves, he is unaware that he is being followed by a weird figure wearing a black hooded robe, the hood of the robe pulled deep into the figure’s face.
‘I’ve been searching for the perfect woman for so long,’ the figure thinks to himself, ‘a woman that would become my queen and help me rule the world! However, none of the females in this realm has been perfect so far, I guess I have no choice and have to just MAKE the perfect woman for me, and he’ll do nicely’.
Mark looks down to check his watch, smiling to himself when he sees that he has enough time to get to the wedding.
“You’ll do nicely,” he then suddenly hears a voice behind him.
Turning around, Mark notices a weird figure wearing a black hooded robe, “um… excuse me,” he asks.
Instead of answering, the hooded figure points a finger at Mark and suddenly a green string of light shoots from the figures finger and hits Mark in the chest.
Mark doubles over, groaning as he clutches his stomach as he feels his insides seem to churn as something seems to grow inside of him, while at the same time he feels his cock and balls seem to shrink. The 20-year-old feels his hips widen, his butt become rounder, bigger and firmer and his chest puffing out into two beautiful firm 34C breasts. Mark’s blond hair lengthens and becomes a beautiful dark brown, his eyes become a nice moss-green and his waist slims, giving him a stunning hourglass figure. His shirt and boxer briefs become a matching pair of blue lace bra and blue lace panties, his suit becomes a beautiful white wedding dress with long sleeves and glittering glass stones, while his shoes become white high heels.
Mark blinks, his eyes then widen in horror and confusion, “WHAT’S GOING ON,” Mark screams, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?”
The former 20-year-old man looks up, only to find himself staring into two glowing red eyes, “do not worry,” the hooded figure says, smirking beneath his hood, “everything will be clear soon”.
“Ev-everything will… be… clear,” Mark finds himself asking before his vision turns black and as his vision returns he sees himself lying in a crib as a baby, but… he wasn’t a baby boy, he was a baby girl. “I… I remember now,” Mark mumbles, “I have always been a female, I was… born that way,” the image changes to show a young girl skipping through a flowery meadow, “I’ve… I’ve always loved flowers, butterflies… and everything pretty”. The final image then shows a young woman around 20 wearing a beautiful wedding dress, “and I… I’ve always dreamt of becoming a bride one day,” Mark mumbles dreamily, “I remember getting goosebumps… on the day I have been a flower-girl at… the wedding of my… aunt”.
The hooded figure smirks, “you’ve always been a jolly and enthusiasm girl, and you loved doing pillow fights with your friends at sleepovers,” he says, “during high school you joined the cheerleaders and participated in gymnastics and acrobatic contests. You have a healthy libido and you are especially attracted to men with black hair”.
“Y-yes… wait… I like men,” Mark asks, “that… that can’t be right… can it?”
The “woman” clutches her head, “gaaaah! N-no… I… I’m not a w-woman,” she groans, “I’m a… male… I… I gotta stay focused! I’m a male… I’m a male… I’m… I am a…”.
“What are you, my dear,” the hooded figure asks, smirking.
Mark suddenly gasps, her eyes wide, “I… I’m a female,” she breaths, “and a bride!”
The hooded figure grins, pulling his hood back to reveal a man with short black hair and a black mustache, “fantastic,” he says as he looks at the woman who has a blank look and silly smile on her face, “do you know who I am, my dear?”
The woman shakes her head, “n-no… sir,” she says, still smiling, “who… who are you?”
“I’m Alastair, your fiancé,” the man, Alastair, says with a grin.
“Oh… yes… yes I remember,” the woman says, “sorry love, I’m… I feel so confused today”.
Alastair smiles, “no need to worry, my love,” he says, “must be the excitement. Now, should we head to our wedding?”
The woman nods, “yeah… we are already running late”.
Alastair smiles, holding out his arm, “then let’s g…,” he starts but is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. The man lets out a sigh, turning around, “who dares to interrupt… oh… I see,” he says when he finds himself face to face with four punks, one of them pointing a gun at his face.
“Hand over all you have,” the guy with the gun says, “or else…”.
Alastair sighs, “well, we do need some bride’s maids,” he says before snapping his fingers.
The men gasp and their eyes widen as they feel their bodies change, the gun simply falling to the ground, crumbling to dust, soon four new women wearing beautiful dresses stand before the man.
“THE FUCK,” they all shout.
“Hehe… let’s take care of those aggressive minds,” Alastair says, snapping his fingers and the women’s attitude and personalities immediately change.
“Whoa… I have no idea what is wrong with me today,” one woman says.
“Yeah, I’ve been feeling pretty off myself,” another says.
“Same,” the third and fourth say.
“Well, I hope, my ladies, that everything is clearer now,” Alastair says.
“Y-yeah, everything is clearer,” the women all say.
“Perfect,” Alastair says, “now, why don’t we all head to the wedding?”
The wizard turns to his soon-to-be wife, “ready, Mary,” he asks, smiling and holding out his arm.
The woman, Mark now Mary, giggles as she hooks her arm around the man’s arm, “yes, my love,” she says, “I am ready”.
Alastair grins, “then let’s go,” he says, the group then start heading towards a bridge that leads to a church.