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*#291*
*rupali joshi* (/Friday, 16 April 2010 05:23/)
While Shyam was still cleaning the kitchen I explored his
wardrobe. I was shocked to see his collection of sarees and other
feminine things. I just wanted to see him in those cloths I had to
see him. I was sure he must be looking great wearing a saree. I
think Priya actually did not give me the complete picture he must
be dressing 24X7 at least that’s what I could make out looking at
his collection. I finished excavating his cupboard. As I was
relaxing Shyam entered my bedroom again with a glass of milk and
today he was also carrying pan. I looked at him and as I was
enjoying my pan I was imagining how he would look in a saree. The
picture I saw was great I was excited. I had already removed a set
of lehnga and choli from Shyam’s wardrobe. I wanted him to wear
the same. I asked him to go in the changing room as I had a
surprise or him in there. Shyam followed my instructions. He must
have seen the dress he came out and just looked at me. I ordered
him to get dressed with certain authority. He just rushed back
inside. After 10 minutes I sow him piping I got up and pulled him
out of the changing room. He looked stunner. I noticed he had worn
a matching bra with forms and was sure that he was wearing his
panty. Shyam had also helped himself accessorized himself. He had
put mild make up.
Shyam looked great as a women I was proud to have him as my wife.
Shyam was perfect women he was women when dressed like a man and
women when dressed like a women. I looked at myself I was sure no
matter how hard I tried I could not become even 10% of Shyam was
as a women. He was unbelievable. We talked for long like husband
and wife now you know who the husband was and who the wife was. I
started calling him Shyama and he started calling me E ji.
That night was great I treated Shyam the way husband should treat
his wife and he reacted like my wife. I did not penetrate him as I
was not equipped for this development. I am sure it was not my
last time with my wife in my bed and soon I would start thumping
Shyam. Next morning was usually with a twist. Shyam got me my bed
tea as usual bur today he wrapped in his saree. His black saree
had sleeveless blouse and I could see his bra through his
translucent blouse. His hairdo was classic French bun and his
accessories were perfect. He was moving like natural women and if
you do not know the truth you would take him for women. While I
was having my tea Shyam told me that I should come down for my
breakfast as I acknowledged him he carried my cup on his way back.
On the dinning table rest of the family members behaved naturally.
When Shyam was serving us I realized the fact that there were four
people in this house three females and only one male. All the
females were seating on that dinning table and were dressed and
acting like a men and the only man in the house had actually
dressed like a women he was actually behaving like one too.
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*#292*
*rupali joshi* (/Friday, 16 April 2010 05:56/)
I asked Shyam if he is coming along Priya said he would not come
along as he must be having lot of work in the house and he has to
feed us as we return back. Shyam agreed and carried the cup and
tray back. Priya stayed back as was getting ready for the round. I
asked her what I should wear she said pant and shirt should be
fine as she was wearing the same. I had not carried any such
cloths thinking that I will not be allowed to wear such cloths. I
told Priya about my problem as I was sure I would not fit in
Shyam’s cloths he being so tiny. Priya was of my size almost she
said I can use her cloths for timing. As I took my bath Priya
carried few of her cloths for me to wear. I was almost ready when
Shyam came with my breakfast. I was getting use to being the
husband in this relationship and could expect Shyam as my wife. I
finished my breakfast as I was about to carry my plate Shyam
stoped me and said he would love to do that for me instead. I left
with Priya for round she rode white horse and I was riding black
one. We both had lot of fun on our trip Priya showed me the farms.
All the workers at the farms respected Priya and my self they
called us Hujjur. It was almost noon when we return Priya said she
was hungry even I was starving we decided to meet at the dinning
table after our bath. As I entered my bedroom I sow Shyam
arranging for my bath. He had kept my cloths and helped me take my
shoes off. Actually he took them off while I relaxed. The feeling
was great Shyam asked if I needed him to do anything before he
goes to which I said no.
I came down wearing Kurta Payjama Priya was at the table similarly
dressed and so was her mother. Shyam served us our meal as usual
and had his own afterwards. After our lunch while Shyam was
cleaning vegetables I asked Priya how come Shyam is doing all the
things done by a girl in any house? Priya started telling me
Shyam’s story. Shyam was only son of her father his mother died
while giving him birth. Shyam’s father took help of Priya’s mother
and appointed her Shyam’s governess. Slowly priya’s mother and
Shyam’s father got attracted to each other and eventually they
married. That is how Shyam and Priya became siblings. Soon Shyam’s
father died in a car accident and Priya’s mother became head of
this family. Shyam was delicate from his young age and that’s when
Priya’s mother decided to make him the way he is now. It was best
for him and for the family. Shyam was not strong or tough to
manage the business and farms so he started managing the house and
domestic chores. Shyam likes his role in this family and is very
comfortable in his position as lady of the house. Priya also told
me that Shyam often dresses like a girl from his young age. He
would always dress as a girl for fancy dress competitions. Last
many years he drapes Saree on Sundays. Priya also suspects that
Shyam dresses in nightie till before his marriage with me.
I was so excited for two reasons one that I had a husband who not
only behaves like a wife abut also wants to look like one.
Secondly it was Sunday tomorrow. I could not hold back my
excitement till night. Some how the evening moved on slowly and
after our dinner we were in my bedroom.
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*#293*
*rupali joshi* (/Friday, 16 April 2010 07:09/)
My new Life
I married in for money. Shyam was weak man. I would rather say he
was like a women. Shyam was just 5’ 2” if you compare him with me
who stood 6’. Shyam had long hair and proud of his hair. The house
was in control of his mother who was like the man of the house.
Shyam had a sister Priya who was more of a man than Shyam himself.
Shyam’s family owned lot of farm land and Priya was in charge of
the farming. Shyam spent most of his time in the house and took
care of the house. Priya loved horse riding so did I. We both use
to ride every morning. Shyam was very scared of horses and never
rod one. Priya loved bodybuilding and we both did weight traning
together while Shyam did his aerobics. I loved to see him in his
tights. His figure was like young women. Shyam had very less body
and facial hair. He took great care of his face and skin I always
suspected that he use to pluck and shape his eyebrows. Shyam use
to play vcd while doing his workout. His trainer was a women and
her cds Shyam use use to watch while working out. While training
Shyam use to dress like the girl on the TV.
When I came in Shyam’s house first time after my marriage I was
surprise to see him working in kitchen? As any new daughter in low
would do I wanted to work in the kitchen. Priya and her mother
told me not to involve myself in the domestic chores as it was the
responsibility of Shyam and he was very happy to discharge the
same. They wanted me to take care of the fields and other
businesses of the family. I found it awkward to see my husband
doing the jobs normally done by a female in the house. I took my
first dinner in my new house with my sister in low and mother in
low and my husband actually served us our meal. The food tested
great and Shyam had actually cooked it especially for me. After
our meal Shyam had his meal. Shyam never raised his eyes in front
of me and always converse in very soft voice. I use to imagine if
I was the wife or he was. After my dinner I was shown my bedroom
and as I was resting in the room Shyam entered in the room with a
glass of milk on a tray. I thought it was for him but was shocked
when he presented the glass to me. It was like role reversal of a
suhagrat which I had imagined. I did not know what was happening
to me but I was enjoying myself. When Shyam offered me the glass
of milk unintentionally I touched his hand and I have no words to
describe his reaction. It was like a bride reacting to her groom’s
first touch. I do not want to describe the rest of the night and
its proceedings but I am sure you can guess. I am late-riser when
I got up next morning Shyam was missing. I was wondering where he
must be just then Shyam stepped in my room with tray. I could not
believe my luck my husband was serving me bed tea. I looked at him
he had taken his bath his long hair were washed and he had tied a
towel on his head. He looked like a girl from his neck up. Shyam
was looking at me while I was enjoying my tea. I asked him why he
was up early so said he had lot of work that’s why. As we were
talking Priya knocked our door she wanted me to get ready as we
were suppose to go for round tour fields.