(Caption) The Bride's Perfect Moment (Patreon)

As night gradually settled in, he had originally only come to the studio to deliver something to his older sister. But when he pushed open the studio door, he unexpectedly found a wedding photo shoot in progress. Beneath the soft lighting, a model in a gorgeous white wedding dress stood before the camera, posing in various ways. The delicate veil, lace, and layers of her skirt swayed gently with each movement, making her look like a bride straight out of a fairy tale. He stood to the side, completely absorbed in the scene, unable to tear his eyes away from the wedding dress in particular. It was only when his sister finally finished her work that he came back to his senses. She asked him to help tidy up some things around the studio. He readily agreed, but his movements gradually became slower and slower, his mind still filled with the image of the wedding dress he had just seen. When his sister was ready to leave, she noticed that he still had not finished cleaning up, so she handed him the studio keys and reminded him to lock the door before leaving. As the sound of the door closing gradually faded away, he made sure the studio was completely quiet before his heartbeat began racing faster and faster.

Unable to suppress the thought any longer, he quietly slipped into the dressing room. The wedding dress that had been occupying his thoughts was hanging there in silence, its pure white fabric glowing softly beneath the lights. He first took out a white lace bustier and matching panties, carefully put them on, and then, according to his plan, inserted padding to make his chest look fuller. Standing in front of the mirror, he seriously examined his body for the first time. Then he picked up the makeup and began changing his appearance little by little. He started with foundation, evening out his complexion and giving his skin a smooth, delicate appearance. He carefully softened the more masculine contours of his face, drew gentle eyeliner around his eyes, applied lengthening mascara to his lashes, and added a subtle touch of color to his cheeks and lips. His originally rather ordinary features gradually took on a soft, feminine beauty after being carefully made up. He then put in a pair of beautiful colored contact lenses, making his irises appear instantly clearer and brighter, while even his gaze in the mirror seemed to change. Finally, he picked up the long purple wig and carefully placed it on his head, slowly arranging the strands of hair. The smooth purple hair fell over his shoulders with a faint, dreamy sheen. Patiently, he braided part of it into an elegant braid that hung down along his shoulder, then carefully tidied the loose strands. Looking at the figure in the mirror with long purple hair, bright eyes, and delicate makeup, he could not help but break into a delighted smile.

Next, he picked up a pair of white lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings and slowly pulled them up his legs. The pristine fabric hugged his legs, while the delicate lace at the top added another touch of romantic charm reminiscent of a wedding dress. He then slipped on a pair of crystal-clear high heels, their surfaces sparkling with tiny reflections beneath the lights. To complete the outfit, he put on a pair of white gloves and gently fastened a necklace around his neck, the small ornament near his collarbone catching the light with a soft gleam. He also put on a delicate pair of earrings, which swayed slightly whenever he turned his head. After each addition, he would stand in front of the mirror and carefully check his appearance, as if he were slowly transforming himself into a real bride. Finally, he picked up a beautiful floral hairpiece and secured it in his purple hair, where it complemented both the carefully braided hair and the pristine white wedding dress. The figure in the mirror had been transformed completely: the long purple hair was carefully braided, a floral ornament adorned his head, bright colored contacts made his eyes look exceptionally clear, and his face was covered in delicate, soft makeup. A necklace rested around his neck, earrings adorned his ears, white gloves covered his hands, and he wore a gorgeous white wedding dress. Layer upon layer of white fabric spread gracefully around him, with lace, sheer tulle, and intricate patterns woven together. The design around the waist accentuated his elegant figure, while the elaborate details across the bodice and skirt made the entire dress look especially magnificent. He looked down at his crystal high heels, then raised his eyes to the mirror, unable to hide the smile on his face.

He then picked up the bouquet that had been used during the photo shoot and held the white and pale blue flowers against his chest. Blooming roses clustered together throughout the bouquet, surrounded by tiny blue flowers, while several blue ribbons hung down from beneath it, creating a beautiful contrast with the pure white wedding dress. By this point, he had completely immersed himself in the role of the bride, so excited that he had almost forgotten the passage of time. He picked up the camera in the studio and took countless pictures of himself in front of the mirror and against various backgrounds. Sometimes he gently lifted the hem of his skirt, sometimes he held the bouquet against his chest and turned his face to the side, and sometimes he let his carefully braided purple hair fall over his shoulder, adding a happy yet bashful smile. Every time he saw himself in the pictures, he could not help but feel delighted. But after taking photos for a long time, the heavy wedding dress began to feel stuffy, and the studio gradually became so quiet that the silence itself felt oppressive. He looked out the window and suddenly had a bold thought - now that there was no one around, why not go outside and take a look?

So, holding the bouquet, he carefully stepped out of the studio and walked onto the grass in his crystal high heels. The night air was much cooler than it had been indoors. A gentle breeze brushed against his cheeks, stirring the soft folds of the wedding dress and the purple braid resting over his shoulder. Finally relaxing, he simply lay down on the soft grass, letting the white skirt spread out around him. The floral hairpiece remained securely in his hair, while his gloved hands still held the beautiful bouquet. As the evening breeze passed over him, the sheer fabric rose and fell gently. He closed his eyes, feeling the cool air flowing beneath the folds of his skirt, his heart filled with a sense of satisfaction and happiness he had never experienced before. What had begun as nothing more than secretly trying on a wedding dress had, without him realizing it, turned into a beautiful moment that truly belonged to him. The comfortable night breeze and gentle grass gradually lulled him into relaxation, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he eventually fell quietly asleep on the grass, still holding the bouquet in his arms.

The next morning, his sister arrived at the studio and spotted a beautiful bride lying on the grass from a distance. Her long purple hair had been woven into an elegant braid, a floral ornament rested in her hair, and her makeup was still perfectly intact. Her clear, bright eyes were closed, her hands were wrapped around the bouquet, and layers of white tulle spread across the grass, still glistening with the morning dew. Her crystal high heels had also been neatly left beside the hem of her dress. His sister froze for a moment, but then seemed to find the scene so beautiful that she could not help smiling. She did not disturb the sleeping "bride". Instead, she raised the camera and aimed the lens at the figure lying on the grass. Just as she was about to press the shutter, he happened to wake from his sleep. Still half-dreaming, he saw the camera pointed directly at him and instinctively broke into a happy, radiant smile. The morning sunlight fell upon the white wedding dress, the blue-and-white bouquet, and the purple braid, illuminating the carefully made-up face as well. With a click of the shutter, that unexpected yet perfect moment was captured forever.