Jon looked at himself in the mirror; the outfit was perfect. A Modest Wedding dress. It made perfect sense to the teenage boy. of all the other outfits there, this was the most covering, the others were all sexy outfits and fetish clothes. Other than it being a bit bulky and cumbersome, it was still the outfit that made the most sense to wear.
He started with a pair of plain white cotton panties. The dress had been easy enough to don, although the it had a lace-up design and for some reason Jon made sure to lace it as tight as he could, rationalizing it as making it fit better. he marveled at the feel of the smooth material against his naked skin. The panties neatly held his penis in, which made Jon very glad. Unexpected exposure of his nether-regions had been the fear which led him to his new clothes.
Getting dressed had been so enjoyable that he'd caught himself acting strangely a few times. Each time he would dismiss the action as getting taken up in the moment, relishing in a new experience. When he placed on the veil he'd sighed in arousal. After fitting the two bright white high heeled shoes, he'd walked toward the mirror with a sway, gave his reflection a wink and spun to show himself off. Just getting caught up, he told himself with a smile.
Strangely he never thought back to his wish to be haunted and transformed. Jon was content in his current situation. It wasn't as if he was ignoring anything glaring, it was just that the glaring situation never popped into his mind.
before he left, he blew a kiss at his reflection and headed toward the stairs. The only choice he had to make was whether to go up or down.
