Wedding Jitters

"How does it fit?" the wedding consultant asked me, eyeing the pink cage with a practiced eye. 

"It...it's snug," I answered.

"It's supposed to be snug," she said, "when you're fully flaccid, you should be at the end of the cage. More concerning would be any pinching."

"It...it doesn't pinch," I said.

"That should be appropriate for now," she said, "we'll have you evaluated at a month, three months, six months, and a year; we should be able to go down several sizes. As the hormones increase your bust, they'll reduce you down there.

I looked down at my budding breasts, my trim waist, the garter belt and stockings. None of this was how I pictured my wedding day; I assumed I'd be the groom, not the bride.

"You'll feel pressure at first on your wedding night, most sissies do, but you'll get used to that."

"A...about that," I said, "my mother...we never...I mean...talked..."

She chuckled. "Your groom will know what to do, don't worry," she said.