"Look don't touch!"

Today was the day. The day that James was going to get a new daddy. He sat in a chair in the bride’s room. He was happily kicking his feet while his mother was being fussed over. James looked at his mother and then at the table beside him. Sitting on a pale pink pillow were the two rings he was suppose to carry down the aisle. 
The groom’s ring was a simple silver ring with set of Celtic carvings. While the bride’s ring was silver with a pink opal and small diamonds. It was slender and elegant. 
"Look but don't touch!", his mother had said.
James mischievously grinned as he swiped his mother’s ring. He slipped it into his pocket and quickly exited the room. 

He trotted to the men’s room as his little legs could carry him. Once inside the room, he looked in the stalls to make sure he was alone in the room. James nodded to himself after confirming. He once again trotted about until he stood in front of the sinks. It was hard, but he had managed to climb up to sit on the counter. He turned away from the mirror and sat with his legs hanging off the ledge. James stuck his hand in his pocket to retrieve the ring; his tongue worming its way between his lips. His blue eyes widened and his lips spread as he finally found the little treasure. 

James grinned as his slipped the ring onto his ring finger. It was rather large so he clenched 
his fingers close together to hold it in place. He held his hand up to get a better look at the ring. James 
blinked a few times as he watched his tiny hand grow. His fingers became fatter; making it almost impossible to remove the ring. His arms grew in length and width as he watched the ceiling become closer. His clothes became tighter as his whole body grew. His felt a burning between his legs as he felt his penis grow. He heard his tiny suit split down the spine as his size became too much for the child suit. He groaned; it was the only suit he had. 

James didn’t have time to worry about the suit because he felt his face rearrange itself. He crossed his eyes in time to watch his nose shrink. He could feel his lips begin to puff out. James watched as his tiny suit started to change. He watched the jacket melt from black to white. His pants began to lengthen as well as change color. The seams inside the now floor length pants started to sew themselves together before splitting. James continued to watch in horror as the once torn suit became a simple white dress. The long sleeves now thin straps resting on his shoulder. 
The high collar now inches below his clavicle. The skirt started to bunch itself together into a small bow next to his right knee. 

James was about to tear the ring from his finger, finally figuring out that the ring was the culprit, when he felt his cock harden. He moaned; having for the first time feeling needy. He bunched the skirt up to his hips before cautiously wrapping his hand around his thickened shaft. James moaned as he found another new feeling. 
His thinning hands worked as fast as they could on the shrinking member. Soon the saluting member had slid completely into her new body. Jamie’s new thin fingers pushed past her newly soaking lips and started to thrust. 

As Jamie finally reached her climax, her waist had become slender; allowing the dress to hug her newly forming curves. Her hips widened as a bustle made the skirt wider than it had been. There was something pressing against her chest, right beneath her nipples. Jamie turned towards the mirror as her breasts pressed against her dress top. 
They continued to press outwards until they were perky C-cups. 
The dress’s top cinched between her breasts as lace worked over the edge. Jamie’s shoes made her grow an inch or two as her socks crawled up her legs. 
Jamie looked down at her arms to watch a pair of gloves slide up her arms only to stop just above her elbows.

Jamie looked into the mirror as her scalp began to burn. Her once sandy blonde hair turned dark brown as it grew. It grew to the top of her breasts; causing the length to crawl up to her shoulders. Her lids became covered in a thin layer of pale pink while a faint blush clouded her cheeks. Her eyelashes became dark and longer as her plump lips coated themselves in a peach gloss. Jamie blinked again as ropes of necklaces wrapped around her pale neck. 

She blinked at the reflection in the mirror. 
“Mom?” she whispered, gingerly touching the mirror. 
When she found out that the reflection in the mirror was herself, Jamie quickly withdrew her hand. 
She didn’t have time to freak out because there was a loud knock on the door. She spun around and pressed her perky ass into the counter.
“Jamie? You in there? You can’t be having nerves already.” The voice whined. Jamie remained quiet; 
hoping they would go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She mumbled quietly as the large brown door pushed open. A smiling face poked itself in and looked around as if Jamie wasn’t standing in plain sight. 
Her overly painted green eyes widened when she finally spotted the terrified girl.
“There you are. It’s almost time to walk down the aisle.” She grinned. 

She walked into the restroom and took Jamie by the gloved hand. The woman guided Jamie back to the room where she had left her mother not even two hours ago. She shoved the poor girl into the chair that her mother was previous was sitting in and was busying about looking for the veil. 

Jamie whipped her head back and forth; looking for her mother. When the woman came back, she righted Jamie’s head and placing the veil on her dark curls. Once the long, silk veil was draped and pinned to her head, Jamie felt a major migraine start just behind her eyes. The few memories of playing with trucks and in sandboxes changed to years of high school and a few years of college. The many faces of children in parks and on playgrounds turned into dates and slumber parties. Every single memory that had once occupied the young boy’s head was now gone and replaced with memories, hopes, and dreams of a grown woman. 

Jamie blinked a few more times before looking at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head slightly as she pouted. Her brown eyes searched the makeup covered table in front of her until she found a tube of lip gloss. 
She untwisted the wand out before applying a different shade of lip gloss to her lips. This color was more reddish-pink than peach. Jamie screwed the wand back into the tube before giving herself a nod. 
“Alright. Let’s go.” She grinned before standing up. Jamie grabbed a bouquet of Oriental Stargazer Lilies and Baby’s Breath flowers before leaving the room. 
She hurried over to the closed doors behind a herd of crazed bride’s maids and groom’s men. The flower girl was leaning against the wall; having already lost all interest in the job she was assigned. 

Jamie grinned as everyone rearranged themselves and the doors swung open. Today was the day, her new life began. In more ways than she ever knew.