It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky.
It was the day of my sister's wedding. She had been planning it for months now, everything had to be perfect.
Everyone was seated in the church. The vicar was ready for the service. The groom was standing, ready for his future wife to walk down the isle.
I was sat at the front, waiting to see my sister walk down to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.
Suddenly, Chrissie, one of the bridesmaids tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ric, you're sister beeds to see you, now"
Wihtout even being allowed to respond, I was rushed outside into a small room where I saw my sister stood on the far side.
"Rach, you look so..."
"Quiet Ric. Now listen, I need to ask you something very important."
"One of the bridesmaids hasn't shown up"
"And this concerns me how?"
"Well, I need you to replace her."
"What do you mean. I know you, everything has to be perfect. All the bridesmaid have to be exactly right, so how can you stand to have a boy being one of your bridesmaids?"
"I don't have to. I planned for just such an occasion."
She reached for a drawer and pulled out a syringe filled with some sort of purple syrum.
"This will make you look exactly like Sarah, in every way. You'll even start to act like her, which will be good for the reception afterwards."
She made her way towards me, syringe in hand.
"Hey, hold on one second," I said, backing off as I did so, "can't you just use two bridesmaids."
She didn't even react and continued to move towards me.
I resorted to running for the door.
"Don't even bother, I told Chrissie to lock it as soon as you walked in."
I heard her, but I still I tried the handle, praying that Chrissie had forgotten. She hadn't.
I was trapped.
Suddenly, Rachel pounced towards me, sticking the needle in my arm. I watched as the purple liquid made it's way into my bloodstream.
I felt pain instantly throughout my entire body. My brown hair grew long and soft as my face softened and reshaped so that it was much rounder. My lips puffed out and my nose shrank, becoming more petite. My eyelashes felt like they were being pulled as they grew long, somehow with mascara already on them. Then all of my body hair ripped itself out of my skin as it became much softer and smoother.
My neck narrowed whilst I lost my adam's apple, leaving me with a soft, high pitched voice. My shoulders shrank inwards and my arms grew thin, losing all of their muscle. My hands also shrank, however, my finger nails grew long with pink nail polish on them.
The area around my nipples became very sensitive before I felt the skin across my chest being stretched out. I knew aht this part was. I watched as my new breats grew, growing and growing until they reached what I would later find out to be a B-cup.
My hips grew wide as my butt gained fat so that my suit trousers felt ridiculously tight. The rest of my legs became thinner and slightly shorter so that I was the same hieight as Sarah.
Then an enormous surge of pain struck my groin area as my penis shrank into my body leaving me with a slit and my new ovaries.
I fell to the floor in shock before my suit began to morph. The legs of my trousers began to merge together into one. The sleeves of my jacket simply disintergrated into non-existence while my shirt ripped itself off my body. My jacket continued to change as it shrank so that it no longer covered my shoulders or the top of my chest. When my then jacket and trousers started to merge together. I was now weraing a short, black dress that fitted my new body perfectly. My shoes also transformed so that they became matching black heels.
"Sarah, get up, the ceremony's about to begin and we're already behind shedule."
"OK, Rachel, I'm sorry, I think I just blacked out for a second there. I must be all the excitment."
I walked out and into the church, hearing the classic wedding music. Suddenly I heard Rachel utteing the words, "Thanks mum." I wonder what she was talking about, oh well.