Chapter Six
The Best Wedding Ever
I’m marrying my younger cousin at noon today.
Now hold your judgments please. We won’t be procreating, or even having vaginal intercourse. You see Michael – or Michelle, as he will henceforth be known – is a forcibly feminized sissy. I know, because I helped make him that way.
Michael came to live with my wealthy mother and me when he was just eight years old. I was a remarkably mature thirteen, already well on the way to developing the tall, voluptuous body that is currently my pride and second most intimidating asset. My most intimidating is my innate authority and domineering assurance that I will always get whatever I want out of life. In any case, Michael’s father was a brutish, physically abusive bastard just like my own father, his older brothe
