“I now pronounce you husband and wife”

I closed my eyes as the priest uttered those last words, all I had to do now was one kiss, one simple kiss and it would be over. But I couldn’t, I started crying as I thought about the man in front of me. He was nice, sure, but he and his family would never accept me as who I am. The tight dress and high heels suffocated me as I felt bile rise in my throat. Just one kiss, I kept telling myself. I opened my eyes and the bright lights reminded me of where I was, I HAD to do this, my family was depending on this marriage and I couldn't let my own dysphoria get in the way of their future.