Femboy Bride

Golden light filters through stained glass, pooling on polished marble. Roses bloom along the aisle, their scent sweet and dizzying. Bells echo, distant and dreamlike. You step forward, slow, uncertain. At the altar, a slender figure waits—still as a painting, wrapped in silk and lace. The veil glows. Soft hands clutch a bouquet too tightly. The air hums. They turn—lashes, blush, lips parted. Your heart stutters. You’ve never seen them before. And yet… the priest begins to speak.