Bayview Bridals

What a sexy lady. I'm not sure if I'll be doing any Christmas content this year. This next week is gonna be a bit nuts for me, lol.

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Gabe groaned loudly as his mom, Amy, practically dragged the buzzcut, blonde high school football player into the antique looking wedding dress shop. "This is so stupid. Why do I have to be here for this? I don't even like Eugene."

Amy shot him a stern look as they walked through the Bayview Bridal doors, their arrival announced with the dinging of a silver bell. "Gabe, please try to be supportive. Eugene is a good man, and I want you to be a part of this." For her part, Amy hadn't been keen on bringing the surly fifteen year old either, but she didn't have a daughter, and her own mom and grandmother had passed during the Pandemic. Gabe was all she had left and Amy was determined to make him part of this process. Sure, Gabe and Eugene were like oil and water, Eugene being more of a, well, nerd, and Gabe was a bit of a jerk jock, but Eugene was making the effort to at least try to connect with her son. That was just the kind of man he was.

Rolling his eyes at his mother's tone, Gabe took in the dress store. It was old, and much larger on the inside than it looked from its equally old, but well kept and maintained exterior. Where from the front the store looked like it only took up the first floor of the Victorian style home, it in fact stretched multiple floor and through many different rooms. It seemed like the entire large house had been converted into a dress shop.

"Big place" Gabe muttered, getting a smile from his mom.

"It is! Bayview Bridal has been in business since San Francisco became a city! They still make the dresses here! Isn't that cool?" Amy said, hoping that the factoid would help her son loosen up. But her smile lost its energy as her son looked at her.

"It was, before you said that" Gabe said, rolling his eyes, "No wonder it smells like old lady in here, what, you wanna cosplay Little House on the Prairie or something on your big day?"

Amy bristled at her son's insults, her face turning red as the handful of other customers, as well as the two employees began shooting glares in their direction. "Ugh. Y'know what, Gabe? How about you go somewhere else in here and be quiet until I'm ready to come find you, okay?" The bride-to-be snarled, not so gently shoving her son towards another dress clad room, away from her and the other customers.

"Alright, alright. Come find me when you stop time traveling" Gabe snarked once more, "There's gotta be good wifi in this place..." he muttered as he pulled out his phone out of his Jean pocket with one of his meaty hands as he made his way down the rows of wedding dresses.

Amy shot her son's back a dark look before turning towards the approaching employee who had a curious, questioning look on her face. "Sorry about that. Boys, y'know? If I had a sister, I'd be here with her instead!"

"Yeah, if I was your sister maybe I'd have a reason to be here" Gabe muttered as he rolled his eyes again, pocketing his phone. Stupid old building, no wifi and the data signal wasn't getting through! He was in for a looooooong afternoon.

As Amy was chattering with the store employee about getting a custom dress made, Gabe vanished deeper into Bayview Bridals. Lame dresses aside, the building WAS really cool. It wasn't dirty or dusty, and each vintage room that the teenager entered was immaculate. The dresses even began to look, well, interesting when contrasted against the chandeliers and wall sconces. Here and there, (mainly where the store expanded into adjecent buildings) there were the touches of modern design like drop tile ceiling or exit signs and sectioned off drywall, but otherwise it was almost like stepping back in time. The longer that Gabe wandered deeper and deeper into the Victorian styled maze of dresses, he felt...off. He couldn't place it, but were the rows of dresses looking slightly taller? He brushed some curly deep red hair out of his vision with a slender hand as he stopped in front of a really nice looking dress. It was more modern than those he'd passed before. The slowly changing teen reached up and grasped the hanger with manicured fingers, plucking it from the rack of dresses and admiring the exquisite trim. The lace felt so nice on his soft, hairless skin and the color brought out his tan he'd worked so hard on! He bit a plumping lip as held it up against his now distinctly un-muscled body, his tall football physique now replaced by a slender, shorter feminine frame. Tattoos, once forbidden by the school football team, scrawled into existence across his almost flawless tanned skin.

"Oh, its beautiful!" Gabe gasped in a husky voice that was several octaves higher than what it should have been. Gabe looked around with widened, brown eyes and blinked long lashes that he hadn't walked in with. Satisfied, he pulled the hanger away from the dress, lifted up its sleek train, and pulled it over his head.

As the dress flowed over his body, his previous grungy t-shirt and jeans evaporated into the new fabric. His flawless skin gurgled and shifted, massive breasts pushing their way into existence until they filled the substantial cups of the dress. His hips creaked and groaned as the bones expanded outwards as they became just as impressive as his new breasts, his new curves dominating and defining the wedding dress that he now wore. Gabe's face went front blocky and manly to soft and round, with soft but high cheeks as it aged seventeen years, gaining just enough of a mature look to it's new beauty as he grew much closer to his mother in age. There was a gurgle in his new, softer stomach as warmth bloomed in his groin, as he became a she. Earrings painlessly pierced new, tiny lobes and an expensive ring glittered into existence on her left hand. Gabriella blinked in momentary confusion as her hair styled itself into a wonderful hairdo that accentuated her neck and face. In place of a surly, masculine teenager was now a ridiculously attractive and curvy woman, clad in a wedding gown that fit her generous curves perfectly. But in the brief moment as the change ended, the nes thirty-something woman looked down at her bulging cleavage, her eyes widening in alarm. What was...why did he have...who...wasn't she supposed to be a-

"Oh, THERE you are, Gabby! You should have told me you went this way!" Amy's voice called out, shaking Gabriella out of her near panic. 

As Amy approached, memories flooded her mind. She remembered being Gabriella, not Gabe, rewriting her own history in the process. Events that had involved Gabe were twisted and skewed as male turned female, as a young mind aged older. Gabe was never into girly things, but Gabriella was. He loved shorts and tshirts, she loved skirts and dresses. Playing sports never interested her, but she loved cheering (and more specifically flaunting her knockout bod in a cheerleader outfit). Crushes on girls and lusting over big boobs became flirting with boys, kisses with the quarterback beneath the bleachers. Rock music turned into boy bands and female pop singers. New interests replaced sports and video games, a desire to design new fashions that she could wear over her buxom body, and the artistic skill to make those dreams a reality. Graduation from high school and entering college on the other side of the country. A unfamiliarity with romance became second nature, along with heartbreak both done by Gabriella and to her. Rivalries between friends, even her big sis Amy, over men, friendships ended over a kiss. A second graduation, paying off immense student loans with dancing and modeling, and frustration that she was 'too big' to be picked up by Victoria's Secret. Doubling down on fashion design until being defeated that she just didn't have the chops to make it in the rather cutthroat industry of it. Eventually having to get a job at the same company as her sister and working in the same secretary pool and having to deal with the old men who just saw her as a piece of meat. And then meeting the love of her life just by chance she to working in the same building and having a technical issue that Gabe could have solved easily. Nerdy but cute, smart but not awkwardly so, the right amount of masculinity and empathy that had swept her off her feet. Four years of a proper romance, no games, no drama, no cheating, no desire just for sex or any of the other hundred reasons why Gabriella had been unlucky in love until now. And now she was getting married! That was the whole reason Gabriella and her sister Amy had come to Bayview Bridals! The legendary dress store had accepted the task of making the wedding dress that she had designed, after all!

All the stress of doing the wedding preparation, designing the dress she now wore and everything else was clearing messing with her pretty head just a bit! At least she had her sister to keep her straight in all of this. 

'Ugh. What were you thinking, Gabs? You were supposed to be a man? As if! Get a freaking hold on yourself girl, lol!' She thought to herself, shaking free the last cobwebs that had been Gabe's life and personality as she turned to face her beloved big sis (who was actually shorter and, well, less curvy and flatter than she was so technically Amy was the 'little' sis in that regard) with a huge, perfect smile on her face.

"Oh hey Ames! Sorry, this place is just SO wonderful! They made my dress JUST how I designed it! I couldn't wait to try it on!" Gabriella said, posing for her big sister, who had agreed to meet the curly redhead to Bayview Bridals, "Do you like it? Do you think Gene will like it?" Gene, of course, referring to her soon to be husband. God, just the thought of her tender, sweet little nerd made her grow warm inside and brought a smile to her lips.

"Absolutely! He's gonna freak when he sees all THAT walking towards him! Gotta say Gabby, I'm actually a little jealous! I wish I was the one getting married!"

"Maybe next time, sis!" Gabriella giggled, giving her dress one more swish. She was so glad they'd decided to come here!