Request from gilbertolmos hope you like it


Generally on a Saturday Ken was sitting in his apartment watching hockey. Well during the winter it was hockey, summer it was baseball, fall football. This was the middle of winter so he should have been home watching hockey. He rubbed his eyes though as this had to be the worst brown suit he ever had on. His sister Emily was getting married so he had to get a suit and this weird chocolate brown color was what Emily wanted. Lousy hot unbreathable polyester. The tailor finished up marking and pinning and Ken sat down. He was closer to his sister than anyone else on the planet. They had each other when no one else did. Their parents died when he was 5 and she was 19 so she had practically raised her for most of her life. They both lived with their grandparents the first 3 years, but it was just them once she got out of college.

He leaned back in his chair to see what was happening in the other room, the room where Emily was. She was in there alone, the unfortunate thing was this she had practically been like a mom to him which left little time for friends. She worked so much just to make sure he as happy. She was in there just with her elderly now grandmother. Maybe he could hire someone or bribe someone, just for some photos giving her the proper wedding experience meant more to him then he would have believed. Maybe if he had gotten married and could at least press ganged his wife to help but alas he was single.

His phone went off and he looked to see a message from Emily.

“Bro, nana is being an oldie, can you come in a give your opinion? She's driving me nuts”

He laughed, absolutely certain he knew the conversation happening in there. He knocked on the door. “come in” He heard his sister say. Opening the door he couldn't believe how pretty she looked, but how utterly alone.

He decided then and there he would get his sister a bridesmaid no matter what. Now what exactly would that mean.

“Hi Kenny, what do you think?” Emily said. Giving a twirl.

“You look great Em, what did you need?” Ken asked

“Just needed to hear your opinion, thanks. See gram I told you it looked good”

The old lady in the corner harrumphed

“I'm sorry Em you should have a ton of bridesmaids helping you, it is my fault you don't even have a maid of honor. You shouldn't suffer cause of me” Ken said

“We've been over this” She said stepping over and hugging her brother. “You are all the friends I need, beside, what else do I need? An amazing sibling, loving grandmother, and a awesome fiance' “

Ken squeezed his sister tight. He still needed to make this right. “Let me get out of this suit, then maybe lunch sis?”

“OK” she replied.

When he walked back to the other room there was an ad on it. The red box called Dream Make by Raven tech. It promised it would scour the web for a way to grant your fondest desire. He opened it, then regretted it sure that he'd just bricked his iPhone. He typed in the search bar, get bridesmaid for my sister. The app circled and said click to accept terms and conditions. He scrolled through a mountain of text and at the bottom found a line prefilled with his name. He clicked OK, and the lights flickered for a second.

He started to walk away when the tailor grabbed him.

“hi glad you are ready for the fitting” She handed Ken a glass of champagne. “compliments of the owner”

Ken drank it the bubbles burning in his throat. That was weird how much it felt like it burnt away.

“So can you give me your basic measurements” The tailor was different it was a guy before right? The new tailor was a blue hair buzzed on one side and had on black leggings and big thick chunky black boots covered in metal. She, turned around to reveal the nose ring connected by a silver chain to her left ear, both ears covered in piercings and both eyebrows were double pierced. Her top was a purple coat that read “Tailor” in sequins. Underneath it read “why does no one ever believe me?”

“So let's get those measurements” She said leading you onto a platform.

In his throat the champagne burning grew more intense. It didn't hurt but it seems to not stop in fact it was spreading. Bubbling was now through his entire neck and into his head. It was making it hard to focus.

“We already measured” he said his voice sound quiet.

“No we need new ones, you agreed to the terms after all” She said with an impish grin that looked just a little too eager.

“well first it is clear you need a petite no matter what the rest of the measurements are” She said sounding a bit matter of fact.

Ken felt a sense of vertigo as his 6'2” body fell in on itself leaving him a scant 5'. In his mind he tried to come up with a new sense of self his whole body felt wrong.

He felt the tape measure on his throat constricting, how did it keep getting smaller but not choke him.

“12 inches OK pretty standard” She said pulling her tape away. Ken wanted to say something but before he could the tape was around his waist. Again pulling tight driving air out of his lungs as it did. It kept going and going, getting impossibly small. “24 inches, what a tiny little pixie you are”

“Who are you” he whispered.

“Raven, you said you needed a bridesmaid, so I'm fixing it for you” Raven said, “now onto those luscious hips of yours” The tape seemed to actually not squeeze in for a change. “36 inches oh man those are some curves girl”

“girl?” Ken gasped, the bubbles were in his brain. He reached up to scratch the itchiness of it only to find long brown hair falling over his fingers. His skull pushing smaller leaving a cute female face, with big wide eyes, and the cutest dimples in 3 counties.

“Yep and now time to measure the bust.” Raven said as Ken felt fat pooling into his new breasts. It seemed like his body was excited to be measured. “You'll need a strapless bra so lets get the cup size”

Ken tried to run but the tingling sensation was rooting him to the spot. He looked up in the mirror seeing his mostly female body. Legs smooth and curved around perfectly proportioned but yet curvy hips. His chest ballooned as his pelvis smoothed. Finally on measuring, “34B” he was all girl hiss entire body.

The changes didn't stop his memory was evaporating in an effervescent fog. He was Ken wasn't he? Kenwashe.....Kenashe.....kennahe....Kenna....did he know....Kennedy....Kennedy that was her name. Kennedy the 21 year old maid of honor to his sister Emily. His sister that raised him to be just like her, super girly but sweet. Kennedy felt the bubbles in her mind, all her memories were intact, but being a girl just seemed easier. The two sisters made a lot of female friends as their home was so estrogen-centric. With a sister and not a brother Emily had 5 other bridesmaids now. Raven handed her the chocolate brown dress she quickly put it on and rushed back into Emily's room she hoped she looked as sweet as she felt.