Natural

"Hey," my sister said as I walked into room where she was getting dressed. "You look nice."

"T...thanks," I said, leaning against the wall.

"What?" she asked, seeing the look on my face.

"I...I don't know...I just...I'm not sure about this," I said.

"About what?" 

"Being...being a bridesmaid," I said.

"Stop, we've talked about this for years," she said.

"I know, I know," I said, "I just...I mean...I feel..."

"You look amazing," she said, "stop it."

"Amber," I said.

"Seriously, stop it."

"I just...it's like I have a date," I said.

"Neither one of you have a plus one," she said, knowing I was talking about the groomsman I was paired with, "it seemed natural to put you two together."

"He...it was just weird...at the rehearsal..."

"When he took your arm?" she asked, "yea, I saw. Hon, he knows you're a boy, don't worry, he's fine with it. He said he'd look after you."

"Look after me?"

"You know, dance with you when he's supposed to, get you drinks, all that."

"That's what makes it sound like a date," I said.

She smiled. "He said he thought you were cute."

"What's that mean?" I gasped.

"Just that...he thought you were cute. He asked if you were seeing anyone; I told him no."

"Amber!"

"Well you're not," she said.

"He...he's going to think I'm..."

"Into guys. Seriously, are you still doing this. Listen, just, I don't know...it's a wedding. Dance. Drink. Have fun. Just see what happens."

"See what happens? Nothing is going to happen."

"Suit yourself," she said, "I'll tell him nothing is going to happen, just be polite."

I was polite and so was he, all through the wedding, dinner, and the reception. I did what Amber said and danced, drank, and had fun and accepted his arm as he offered to walk me to my room, a gentleman and appropriate the whole time.

At my door, I was terrified he was going to try to kiss me, but he didn't, just smiled. "At least a hug?" he asked, "I had fun, I think you did, too."

"Sure," I said, the wine making me flush.

He took me in his arms and I felt it for the first time, hard, thick, pressing into my leg. "M...Mark," I whispered. "I...never...I mean..."

"So pull back then," he said.

I didn't...but I wanted to, but I didn't. "Mark..."

He put his hand on the bare skin of my arm and electricity shot through me. I felt him push down, every so gently, let him guide my arm down until my hand was between us then touching him.

"Oh, god," I gasped, feeling something I'd never felt before, something so different than my small, tiny penis, something so hard, so thick, so masculine. 

"Mark, I...you know I'm..."

He moved his mouth to my ear, kissed it softly, whispered. "I know exactly what you are," he said, "and I know exactly what I want."

"But I...I don't know..."

"You do," he said, "you've known it all night." 

I felt his hand on my thigh, sliding up my outer leg, up my stocking until it touched my skin. I didn't mean to but I started moving my hand, rubbing him, stroking him. "Mark, please," I said.

"Please stop or please take you inside?" he asked, taking the room key from my hand, opening the door.

"I don't...I don't know what to do," I said, dizzy.

"It comes natural to a sissy," he said, "trust me, it will come natural."