CAP - Marrying My Wife's Husband (Patreon)

Part 5, when I finished this, I thought, okay, this series is done. Except, I now have another in progress.... Yes, optimally this would be a bridal image but I couldn't find one with Anna in a bridal dress. And model Anna Shakola has been the "wife" in all 5 of these stories.

And then I found a different image. Which one is better: bustier/long veil or bikini/short veil? Also is the purple on pink text better or worse than the black on pink text? (The text is identical and I'm not saying which image was found first. When this goes to deviantArt eventually, they will only get the voted for image.)

Transcript:

A few months ago, we agreed it was time: I would be the wife from now on and he would be my husband from now on. I'm happier as her than I was as him. She's happier as me than she was as herself. She's certainly a better me than I ever was. Since the swap our marriage has been better than its ever been, and it was amazing to begin with. He knows all the secrets of this body like I know all the secrets of his. We were perfect together and now we're also perfect individually.

He had the most amazing idea around that same time. Even if the rest of the world thinks we're just the same two people they've always known, we know we're no longer the people who got married at town hall eight years ago. He said we should publicly renew our vows. That way, he gets to be the groom and I get to be the bride. We'll exchange vows in our permanent bodies. Thankfully, our first wedding hadn't been anything special. She didn't want to do the big wedding and we could never have afforded it at the time anyway. She never felt right doing girly things. So, I get to have the big wedding and I'll enjoy it far more than she would have.

Fast forward to today, and I feel silly for being the stereotypical nervous bride. The hairdresser just left and I'm waiting for my friends – some of them were always her friends and some I've acquired recently – to arrive to help me get into my gown. I have no idea how none of her friends ever figured out I wasn't her. So far.

I feel silly. But I'm even more nervous about our wedding night. I'm wearing this boring stuff under the gown. I hope he loves the real lingerie I have picked out for him. Of course, that's how this started –picking out clothes for her. I wanted her to love the dress I bought. Now, that same dress hangs in my closet and belongs to me.

I hear the girls downstairs now. Today is about to get extremely hectic. I hope I manage to remember a tenth of it.