"I listened to the slick sounds of Clyde lubing up his dick with mounting excitement. My own prick--more of an overgrown sissy clit, really--was throbbing with lust.

Standing there in my wig and my gauzy veil, with my palms flat against the wall, my still-virgin rosebud quivering and my ass cocked to receive the blond stud, I reflected on how far I’d come in these few short hours.

Earlier today, I’d been a man. A pathetic man, but a man nonetheless. Now, I was a sniveling, cock-hungry sissy slut, preparing to shed the last vestiges of my manhood while the the woman I loved watched."

Thirty-five-year-old Ron Campbell is your typical, red-blooded heterosexual male, except for one thing: he's always gotten a sexual thrill from the idea of a traditional wedding, complete with a bride wearing a snow-white gown and veil. Unfortunately, Maureen, the sexy and dominant woman he's about to marry, isn't much for tradition—and she certainly isn't about to walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress!

Ron tries to indulge his strange urges incognito, by caressing the gowns and veils at local bridal boutiques and then jerking off in the nearest semi-secluded spot—even if that happens to be his car! But it's only a matter of time before he goes too far. After he gets spotted by some small-town cops screwing a sexy veil in the middle of a parking lot, he has to call his fiancée to bail him out.

Maureen, who's been cheating on her main squeeze from the get-go, seized the opportunity to hook her fiancé up with her well-hung lovers. The only question is, once Ron's taken their dicks in the mouth and ass, will he be man enough to walk her down the aisle?