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Weddings, joyful moments, or terrible ones, depending of your the perspective.

This one was joyful for the bride, but not so much for the sister of the bridegroom.

Patricia was all about family purity, whatever that might be in her head, and she wasn’t happy that her brother was marrying such a lowly woman as Karen.

The day of the wedding the two women had a reunion in the garden, from the top of the stairs in the small pavilion Patricia looked down at the bride.

“Congrats for tricking my brother, bitch.”

Karen sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t trick him, I love him and he loves me...”

“Sure, sure, bitch, and our wealth, don’t you?”

“You are really are going to do this...? Do you really care so little about your little brother?”

“You may think that you have married into a fairy tale, but this is going to be hell for you, bitch!”

Third time's a charm, or the curse in this case, as soon as that word that began with b left Patricia’s lips Karen raised her finger.

The tip of the finger glowed.

The woman began to change.

...

Patricia’s smug smile lasted quite a while as she looked down at the pointing fingers, unaware that her time as a woman was starting to banish.

“What’s that thing you’re doing, wacko?”

It wasn’t until her panties dropped all the way to her knees that she began to feel it, the compressing terrifying feel crawling all over her skin.

“Wha-wath... sto-stouuurh uuuuh grrrrrrrhuuuuuhg!”

Patricia fell forward, landing on all fours, the fur growing everywhere, her face being destroyed by the muzzle of the bitch she had finally made herself into, a big poodle bitch with her fur already cut.

Karen stripped the dog naked and leashed her, Patricia was so utterly shocked and humiliated that could do little more than follow the bride, walking on all fours, with every bodies eyes on her.

The ceremony was beautiful, a perfect wedding, the food smelt delicious, but they had to take the pictures first and she was a bitch following a woman she hated as she sat on the stairs for the picture.

“Listen, bitch, this could be reversed, but I’m not going to, ever, you are going to be what you are, but I will allow you to stay in my home, with my husband, I may even find you a boyfriend, but that’s if you are a good little bitch, because if you insist on being as bad a one as you were as a woman, your furry ass is going to the kennel, understood?”

The bitch of honor whimpered and the perfect picture for the perfect wedding was taken.





