A/N: Hallo mah lovelies!

Here we go, chapter lucky thirteen...

So… the moment you've all been waiting for (i think) THE WEDDING! Sorry, I skipped the ENTIRE actual ceremony… heh… heh… u man bro?

But yeah… At least they FINALLYY got married…

And if the lack of a ceremony DOES make you mad, feel free to write it yourself as fanfiction fanfiction.

Ah yes, I promised I'd announce when this happened… THE STORY HAS NOW MOVED ON TO POST-GUYS AND DOLLS. AS IN AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE PLAY. GOT IT? THOUGHT SO. WE GOOD.

Also, thank you to everyone who gave me ideas for the wedding. In the end, I considered all of them, no matter how strange (AHEM my real-life friends). But it was one glorious idea from this little twelve-year-old girl in the children's chorus of the production of Broseph and the Gay Coat that I'm currently in that I ultimately decided to use. Thanks child!

Ooh and the next chapter WILL be about their wedding night (teehee). I am planning on posting said chapter retardedly soon, i.e. this week sometime, so keep a look out for another Better than Countin' Sheep-esque chapter heading your way.

GASP after this chapter, I can't refer to Nicely as 'Johnson' anymore! What will I ever dooo?

Also, shoutout to my real-life Benny and Nicely for that spontaneous Bicely proposal re-enactment. I fangirled SOOO HARD, and you made my day. You guys are my faves. I almost feel bad for adding more overly descriptive makeout scenes than necessary just to make you two feel uncomfortable. Almost.

Basically, I love each and every one of you reading this (almost all of you, anyway), and keep on reviewin' (like please review).

-BWRgle

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The mood was rather glum as Benny, Nicely, Ophelia, and Stuart re-entered Benny and Nicely's apartment.

"Well, that didn't turn out as hoped," Ophelia stated blandly.

"No, not at all," replied her younger brother.

Nicely sighed, flinging himself into an armchair. "Who new Miss Sarah followed the bible's rules so strictly? Wait, everyone knew that."

Benny chuckled despite the situation.

"So, what are we going to do now? Where else could you get married?" said Stuart.

"Well… I don't know who else might even think about marrying two guys," replied Nicely.

Benny groaned. "I have no idea what to do."

"Guys, don't lose hope," Ophelia said, "We can come up with a plan!"

"Like what?" said Benny.

"Uh, I don't know yet, but—"

"What are we gonna do?" interrupted the younger Southstreet, "Trick someone into marrying us?"

"No, not quite like that…"

"It would be so much simpler if one of you was a girl," Stuart mumbled.

"That's it!" Ophelia exclaimed suddenly.

"Yes, that helps, Ophelia. Thank you," said Benny, sarcasm evident in his tone.

"No, you don't get it. We could dress Nicely up as a girl and get someone to marry you two!"

Nicely grimaced. "I ain't dressin' up like a girl!"

"Shh, Nice', this might work! Continue, Ophie,"

"Alright, so we get someone to make Nicely all pretty with a wig and makeup and a nice wedding dress, and get someone to marry you two as a traditional couple. As long as we can get someone to make him feminine enough, nothing can really go wrong!"

Benny grinned. "Ophie! You're a genius!"

She smiled back. "I'd like to think so."

"Wait, wait," interrupted Nicely, "who said I was okay with dressin' as a girl?"

"Nice', it might be the only way!" Benny told him.

"I'm not gonna let anyone see me as a doll!"

Stuart tried to muffle his giggles.

Benny sighed. "Nice', it'll just be us, Ophie, Stuart, and whoever does your makeup who knows about it. It's not like anyone else needs to see you in a dress!"

Nicely bit his lip. "I guess, if it means we can be married…"

His fiancé smiled. "I love you, babe," he leaned in to kiss Nicely on the cheek.

/*/*/*/

Three days later was the second, and hopefully last time Benny and Nicely would try to get married. Benny, Ophelia, and Stuart were ecstatic when Adelaide said she'd be more than thrilled to be part of the secret plan. Nicely was still not quite liking the idea of cross-dressing, but he was aware as he arrived at the Hot Box that it was the only way for him to be married to Benny.

"Wow, Nicely, I'm so happy that you're finally getting married!" Adelaide said.

Johnson smiled half-heartedly. "Too bad it had to come down to this."

Adelaide laughed, leading Nicely into her dressing room. "I promise, it won't be that bad. And plus, you didn't have to wait fourteen years like I did!"

She had him sit down in a chair, and scrutinized his face for a few seconds. "Hm, this shouldn't be too difficult. I've made up girls manlier-looking than you to look like movie stars!"

Ah yes, Nicely thought, she had worked with Roxanne Katherine Kirke.

Adelaide gathered an absurd amount of makeup and rushed back to Nicely.

"Now, I'll need you to stay absolutely still the whole time, okay?"

Nicely gulped. "Uh… Alright…"

She giggled. "I promise, it won't hurt. Now close your eyes."

He reluctantly obeyed. As soon as his eyes were closed, he felt something touching his face.

"Ow! W-what was that?"

Adelaide sighed. "Foundation."

/*/*/*/

Two long, painstaking hours later, Adelaide was putting the finishing touches on Nicely's blond, curly wig, careful not to get hairspray on the white gown he was wearing. She stepped back to admire her work, a wide grin spreading across her face.

"Nicely, it's really too bad you were born a guy; you would have been such a pretty girl…"

She spun him around to look at himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped, and surprisingly, so did the girl in the mirror's. She—well, he, really—was undeniably gorgeous.

"Darling, don't stare at yourself like that; it's not very ladylike."

He closed his mouth promptly.

"So, what do you think?"

"I-I… look like a doll…" Nicely replied, "And a pretty one at that."

Adelaide smiled. "You do, Nicely. And good thing your voice isn't too low, otherwise it would ruin it…"

Nicely frowned.

"Well, you'd best be off, I've got to do your brother's makeup as well, you know."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, no one told you about that?"

Nicely shook his head.

"Oh, well, Benny and his sister decided that they couldn't change your best man, so they made him your maid of honor. But I think it had more to do with Benny getting back at Stuart for making fun of you."

Johnson laughed. "Okay, then. Well, thank you Adelaide, and see you later," he said, getting up and tried to feel normal as he walked out of Adelaide's dressing room in a slightly-too-small wedding gown.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Good luck!"

Nicely met Benny just outside the dressing room. Benny immediately did a double take, not sure if the gorgeous woman in front of him was truly his fiancé.

"Hello," Nicely greeted, smiling at the confused man.

Southstreet gaped. "N-Nicely? Is that really you?"

Johnson laughed. "Yes, Benny, it's me. Adelaide did a great job, didn't she?"

Benny still stared at him. "Nicely, you're… beautiful…"

The younger man blushed.

Benny approached his fiancé, scrutinizing him. "God, Nicie, you're the prettiest doll I've ever seen…" Southstreet tilted Nicely's chin upwards, getting a good look at him.

The shorter man looked up at Benny through his fake eyelashes, his hazel eyes brought out by the deep purple eyeliner. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Benny leaned in and kissed Nicely swiftly. "I can't wait to marry you," he muttered against the other man's lips.

"Me neither."

/*/*/*/

"Get me out of this dress," Nicely begged to his husband as soon as the door of Adelaide's dressing room closed behind them.

Benny smirked, unzipping the back of the gown, and slipping the fabric off his shoulders. The discarded wedding dress fell around Nicely's feet, leaving the man in only his undergarments.

The newlyweds laughed at the absurdity of the situation, before Benny handed the other man his normal clothes.

"I can't believe that worked," Nicely said as he buttoned his shirt.

"Yeah… that minister was completely clueless."

"Also, pink?"

"Hm?"

"Stuart's dress. Pink."

"Yeah, well he deserved it, after what he said to you."

"You know he was jokin', right?"

"Yeah. But he still deserved it."

Nicely chuckled. "I suppose he did."

Once the groom/bride was fully dressed, Benny hugged him close and kissed him on the forehead. "One more thing… Why did you take my name?"

Nicely wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist. "Isn't it customary for the bride to take the groom's last name?"

"Yes, but… you're a guy…"

"The minister didn't know that."

Benny laughed. "No, I suppose he didn't. But there must be another reason that you changed your name."

Nicely pressed his nose into Benny's chest. "I want people to know that I'm yours. If the rings don't give it away, I want my name to."

"There won't be any doubt that you're mine, baby… or that I'm yours."

The shorter of the two looked up to kiss the other man passionately, hands grasping at Benny's shirt. Benny hummed into the kiss, letting his tongue push against his husband's.

There came a soft knock at the door. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything…" Adelaide said.

The two men broke away hastily.

"No, it's fine," said Benny, opening the door to let Adelaide in.

She rushed to the heavily made-up gambler. "I bet you're as anxious as your brother was to get out of that makeup!"

Nicely nodded.

"Well, I should get out of the way," said Benny, "See ya, Mrs. Detroit… and Mr. Southstreet."

Nicely smirked at his new title as his husband disappeared out the door.

Adelaide laughed. "I take it the wedding went well?"

"Yes, it did," Nicely replied, sitting down in the same chair as earlier.

"Well, congratulations!"

"Thank you."

As Adelaide worked to remove all trace of his wig and makeup, Nicely fondly inspected his new wedding ring. His excitement about the wedding hadn't worn off yet, and he was practically itching to cuddle up with his husband and start their life together.