Whatever Happened to James? (New Orders)

 Not so much a power couple... 

This is a Flashback Friday for New Orders

James knew there would be crowds but this took the cake. The sight of all those people stopped his heart cold deep in his corseted chest. He knew Sophia wanted an audience – she had gleefully taken him through the guest list, painstakingly outlining how his friends and family would be in the front row to witness his ultimate humiliation. This was her presenting to the world who the man she was about to marry really was – in all its gaudy detail. This was his unveiling and she wanted as many people to see it as possible. But did she really have to invite the local press?

Sophia had planned their wedding to the minute detail and having discovered James's secret fetish and his secret account funding it, she had all the money she needed to get what she wanted and the leverage she needed to force James's compliance. Flowers...check, cake...check, designer wedding dress with matching bridal lingerie...for James...also check. He had thought she was joking at first. Sure, their home life had taken a dramatic turn since the day Sophia had discovered his secret Glamazon account, but up until then she had kept his humiliation domestic. The neighbours knew, of course – Sophia loved to parade him front of their bay window in whatever new ultra-feminine outfit she had picked out for him, but that what nothing compared to walking him down the aisle in front of literally everyone he knew wearing a thigh length dress barely long enough to conceal his white silk panties.

James knew he could have stopped it any time – walked away from Sophia and her iron grip of his genitals. Yet, as the date grew closer and more and more layers were poured over his upcoming debasement, he became increasingly sure he wouldn't. The dance lessons where a bemused instructor taught Sophia to lead him around the ballroom, breastforms arriving in the mail and Sophia practising brushing foundation over them so they would be indistinguishable from his body, scheduling of his hair and makeup for the morning of the big day. He should walk away, but he couldn't. Sophia had set out to torment him but even since discovering his secret, she had become his greatest nightmare and his wildest fantasy.

There were gasps as James appeared in the aisle, and deservedly so. He had seen his reflection – he was beautiful, every inch the blushing bride. Sophia had crafted him well and he glowed under his glossy blonde hair and immaculate makeup. Hundreds of eyes were on him as he inched forward in his patent leather heels. He could see his brother, his school-friends, each with their jaws hanging slack. He knew the confusion that was running through their minds – the cocktail of desire and derision. It was the same mixture he had experienced many times.

“My bride...” Sophia stated, but she wasn't talking to him. She was at the head of the aisle dressed in a stylish tuxedo talking to a stunned reporter holding a microphone. “I know she looks gorgeous now, but our wedding night is going to be something. Let's see if her face looks so perfect after I have spent some time grinding it between my ass!”